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Sitting in front of Vincent, both Eomers' and Boromirs' face were drawn in surprise. Eyebrows knitted together, mouth slacked and eyes wide with confusion.
'How could he have never heard of Middle Earth?...Or Gondor?' The men thought. Confusion and surprise gave way to suspicion then, as the mens' features changed to a thin lipped, narrowed eye look.
"Then pray tell me, what have you heard of?" Eomer asked
"As I have said I come from Midgar, that's east of the ocean rift, but since I last remember being in the west plate, there should be a place called Gold Saucer, North Corel or even Costa Del Sol close by.
"You speak in riddles! There are no such places here!" Boromir said annoyance and confusion seeping into his voice.
"If you are one of Mordors' spie-"Eomer started but was quickly cut off.
"I assure you, I am no spy. I do not even who Mordor is." Vincent retorted annoyed at the man, but understanding himself, the need for caution.
"It is not who but rather a where, Mordor is a place of great evil." Boromir responded, looking deeply into Vincent's face trying to discern whether he spoke true.
"Is evil not subjective?" Vincent voiced, startling the two men with his questions.
"If that does not speak for itself that he could possibly be a sp-" Once again Eomer was cut off, but this time by Boromir reply. "It is true evil may be subjective, but not in this context, for the one we fight only wants destruction. He wants to destroy mankind, dwarvenkind, elvenkind and basically all of Middle Earth. There is no justification for that. Now stranger, swear upon your person and to whatever gods you pray to, and tell me you are no spy, no underling to the master of Mordor, and we might just let you free."
Boromir's tone had turned harsh and brutal, his eyes cold as steel as he stared intently at the half-naked man sitting in a cacoon of fur blankets. Eomer in turn had backed up, his hand drawn to the handle of his sword which rested on his left hip. He as well stared at Vincent, measuring him and trying to glean the truth from his eyes.
The men at camped all stared at the scene unfolding before them, changing their positions as well, preparing themselves for the worst. Vincent knew he was walking on ice and everything he said would be scrutinized, but he had no reason to trust these men. For all he knew they could be the ones tricking him, they could be the "evil underlings" and the master of Mordor could be some good person. Experience had taught him not to take everything into face value.
Though he had not been given any reason not to trust these men either, they had helped him and cared for him while he had been unconscious, so maybe he would give them the benefit of the doubt. He could always get information later; it was one of his best skills aside from shooting. Either way he was not working for this master of Mordor. He would tell them and then be off, they did not seem very helpful and he truly did not want to get stuck in another war game.
Without breaking any contact from the grey-eyed man Vincent replied. "I swear to Gaia and on my soul; that I am not in league with this master of Mordor you speak of."
They stared at each other for a couple of moments before Boromir sighed with relief, hearing that Eomer and his men relaxed a bit, but they were still a little guarded. Eomer trusted Boromirs' reading on the man, for he knew no one else; except maybe Faramir and Denethor, who could read a man's heart so well.
"We are sorry Vincent for our rudeness, but as Eomer has mentioned, times are dangerous. We must be careful." Boromir told him as he settled back down to the ground which he was standing upon. While Eomer sat on a log near the pair.
"I understand completely, I would do the same had the situation been reversed." Vincent replied.
Noting that he was completely naked under the covers he asked. "Would you happen to have my clothes? I think it best if I put something on." He shifted a bit uneasy; he was not used to being so vulnerable. He knew that even naked he was, he could tear the men surrounding him into pieces, completely and utterly dominate them. His clothes provided a different type of defense, a personal and emotional one. A barrier to others, it made him into an unknown factor, unreadable and unapproachable. Only Cloud, Cid and maybe even Yuffie had ever gotten past it.
"When we found you, you wore nothing but burnt rags; it had seemed you were caught in fire. The only thing remaining intact was this bag of baubles, a red cloth; which is in the bag, and that gauntlet you are wearing." Boromir told him, handing him his pack that was full of spare materia and his red ribbon.
"You are in luck Vincent! You are in a company of travelling soldiers, and we have spare clothes. There is nothing here truly your size. Most of the men here are either shorter than you or bulkier, even both. We manage to find something you could wear, some hunting clothes." Eomer explained, the tension slightly disappearing as he grab a pack near the log he sat upon and drew out contents. "Unfortunately we have no spare boots; you may be able to wrap your feet with extra cloth we have and use wood to strengthen the underneath of your feet."
"That is very kind of you for providing me with these clothes and materials." Vincent said gingerly. "I also do not believe I thanked you for helping me as well. You have my gratitude. I have not much to give, but if you would like i can offer you a couple of these baubles."
Vincent knew he could part with some of his materia, most of them were doubles, and the mastered ones where still linked to his gauntlet. Either way, he suspected the men would not know how to use them, with them referring the materia as 'baubles' it was obvious they had never seen or heard of material before. If by chance they did have the power to use the materia, they would not have the knowledge to access the power within.
"That is kind of you to offer, but we would rather gain some information…if you are willing?" Eomer asked him, curiosity evident in his eyes.
"I do not see why not, I suspected I would not be let go so easily." Vincent agreed, as he took the items of clothes and materials from Eomers' hands. "But if you would let me dress first, I do not particularly relish the thought of being questioned again without some clothes on."
"Of course." Eomer said, as both he and Boromir stood to leave, giving Vincent more privacy.
Unfolding the items, he began putting the tunic, what seemed to be underwear- more like a loin cloth- and pants on. They were a bit big for his figure, and the pants a little bit short, but he had to make do. He would try to make his shoes later, for if he made them now, there would be more tension and suspicion. It would make them think he was in hurry to leave their company -which he was- and go off doing questionable things. He knew that though he passed the first test, the men were not so quick to trust him. They would be bad soldiers if they did.
Gathering his items, he put everything to one single pack and rested it near his makeshift bed. Sitting back down upon it, he waited for his two 'guards' to return. He had noticed them glancing at him once and awhile to make sure he was not doing anything fishy. While he waited he thought of what he would say to them.
'Maybe I should just play the confused fool with slight amnesia? No that would not due; they already know too much to make that believable. Well telling them I was sucked into a warp hole would not be very believable. I highly doubt they even know what a warp hole is.' He thought to himself, as he scanned his surroundings; mapping out best vantage points when and if they did end up fighting. 'I have not seen people dressed like this before, seems very ancient times to me. This is probably a different dimension, interesting…what an infuriating materia, how will I get back now? This would probably be a good time to put your inputs in Galian Beast, Death Gigas, Hellsmaker, Choas? What do you think?'
Silence answered him, something that was unexpected to Vincent for they always liked having their input in any situation. 'Galian beast?...Death Gigas?...Hellsmaker?...Choas?' He questioned in his mind, nervousness sneaking in. 'Choas? You there?'
When silence greeted him again, a slight shiver made its way down his spine. His eye's wide in surprise, he was stunned as he sat cross legged in his makeshift bed, alone in an unknown world. "Shit…"