The date had been a problem for him as well- in addition to being a time he wasn't familiar with, even the years given seemed absolutely baffling- and combined with the geographical locations being ones he'd never heard of, it was easy to assume that his own time keeping was meaningless here. "If I may ask, what date were you expecting it to be?" He starts the question carefully- after all, it's hard enough to consider being wrenched out of his world and into a different time- suggesting it to someone else seems outright mad. "I bring this up because the time given was hardly what I was expecting as well. It was year 756 of the Modern Era for me, before waking here... but all the technology seems similar enough that I'm forced to assume that 1300 years have not passed. That leaves the assumption that this place uses a completely different method of measuring time."
Which, if he weren't currently living it, would seem absolutely ridiculous.
He pauses for a moment to reach into his coat pocket, withdrawing a pen and a small notebook within in, and opening up to a blank page. He'll have to get another, to avoid sacrificing his recipe notebook to keep notes on this place but... Well, as they are, sacrificed must be made.
"I agree with you, though: While they don't seem dangerous, it's never a bad idea of be able to defend yourself. Weapons would be a decent place to begin, especially as we already know where food and drink can be found-- back the other way is a large plaza with plenty in that regard." 'Weapons' gets jotted hastily down on the top of the page, underlined once. Now to try and think of what they would be able to make do with in a place like this.
"And I'm not certain if the others here truly want for anything. If anything, the only thing they've seemed to desire is to be left alone. It might not be what they want, but rather what purpose they serve. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume they've been brought here under the same pretenses we were." Taking and thinking while he walks seems almost second nature to Ignis, the way his eyes only occasionally flicker up to take in the stores around them, even as he speaks with Shinichi and takes notes.
"But back to your suggestion of a weapon: what are you proficient with?"
YES.....!!
Which, if he weren't currently living it, would seem absolutely ridiculous.
He pauses for a moment to reach into his coat pocket, withdrawing a pen and a small notebook within in, and opening up to a blank page. He'll have to get another, to avoid sacrificing his recipe notebook to keep notes on this place but... Well, as they are, sacrificed must be made.
"I agree with you, though: While they don't seem dangerous, it's never a bad idea of be able to defend yourself. Weapons would be a decent place to begin, especially as we already know where food and drink can be found-- back the other way is a large plaza with plenty in that regard." 'Weapons' gets jotted hastily down on the top of the page, underlined once. Now to try and think of what they would be able to make do with in a place like this.
"And I'm not certain if the others here truly want for anything. If anything, the only thing they've seemed to desire is to be left alone. It might not be what they want, but rather what purpose they serve. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume they've been brought here under the same pretenses we were." Taking and thinking while he walks seems almost second nature to Ignis, the way his eyes only occasionally flicker up to take in the stores around them, even as he speaks with Shinichi and takes notes.
"But back to your suggestion of a weapon: what are you proficient with?"