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lifeaftr2017-10-30 02:03 am
scourgingstars) wrote in lifeaftr2017-10-30 02:03 am
this is gospel
Who: Ardyn, Jaune, a new companion, and otherwise open.
What: [muffled chocobo theme in the distance]
When: The 26th and onward, I can count.
Where: Islet #4, Storyteller's temple, and a wildcard!
Warnings: None apart from blanket XV spoilers, will update if necessary
[a; islet 4 shack 1]
[By the time Ardyn got back to the islets with Jaune in tow, his immediate rage at the situation had calmed into the usual undercurrent of fury he always felt. Gods were the same no matter where you went, even if this one had rightfully called out the Astrals as hilariously incompetent. Something would have to be done here as with Eos; that little white nightmare had made things personal as far as Ardyn was concerned, and he couldn't let that stand.]
So, we'll want to begin by experimenting with that sigil. Leaving it in various places, perhaps having it drawn on our hands in some measure, see if that produces any notable results.
[First things first; upon walking in he snapped his fingers to light the usual small fire only for nothing to happen. He frowned at his hand before holding it out; had he actually run out of fire magic? No--that wasn't it, the power just wasn't responding. Thunder next, then Blizzard; he tried both for the same lack of results. Held out his hand for the Blade of the Mystic...nothing.]
Side-effects indeed, you smartmouthed little-
[Whatever complaint he was about to lapse into under his breath was interrupted by the sound of sudden cracking from a corner of the barely-repaired shelter, followed rather swiftly by a telltale kweh that changed Ardyn's tune rather quickly.]
...My, isn't that late.
[b; storyteller's temple]
[Eventually, Ardyn's usual habit of wandering near sunset found him back around the Storyteller's temple; observing it as if he was examining for anything out of the ordinary or perhaps hoping to see a glaring weak point.]
[Perhaps breaking up the slightly menacing illusion was the softball-sized black bird sitting in the hood of his scarf like she nested there.]
[c; wildcard]
[anything else! Ardyn usually spends the brightest part of the day at home, coming out closer to sunset/night/early morning now with his round bird-shaped companion either in his scarf or following behind him.]
What: [muffled chocobo theme in the distance]
When: The 26th and onward, I can count.
Where: Islet #4, Storyteller's temple, and a wildcard!
Warnings: None apart from blanket XV spoilers, will update if necessary
[a; islet 4 shack 1]
[By the time Ardyn got back to the islets with Jaune in tow, his immediate rage at the situation had calmed into the usual undercurrent of fury he always felt. Gods were the same no matter where you went, even if this one had rightfully called out the Astrals as hilariously incompetent. Something would have to be done here as with Eos; that little white nightmare had made things personal as far as Ardyn was concerned, and he couldn't let that stand.]
So, we'll want to begin by experimenting with that sigil. Leaving it in various places, perhaps having it drawn on our hands in some measure, see if that produces any notable results.
[First things first; upon walking in he snapped his fingers to light the usual small fire only for nothing to happen. He frowned at his hand before holding it out; had he actually run out of fire magic? No--that wasn't it, the power just wasn't responding. Thunder next, then Blizzard; he tried both for the same lack of results. Held out his hand for the Blade of the Mystic...nothing.]
Side-effects indeed, you smartmouthed little-
[Whatever complaint he was about to lapse into under his breath was interrupted by the sound of sudden cracking from a corner of the barely-repaired shelter, followed rather swiftly by a telltale kweh that changed Ardyn's tune rather quickly.]
...My, isn't that late.
[b; storyteller's temple]
[Eventually, Ardyn's usual habit of wandering near sunset found him back around the Storyteller's temple; observing it as if he was examining for anything out of the ordinary or perhaps hoping to see a glaring weak point.]
[Perhaps breaking up the slightly menacing illusion was the softball-sized black bird sitting in the hood of his scarf like she nested there.]
[c; wildcard]
[anything else! Ardyn usually spends the brightest part of the day at home, coming out closer to sunset/night/early morning now with his round bird-shaped companion either in his scarf or following behind him.]
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What does that mean?
[While that was going on, he would take a look and see if the wood Ardyn used to start fires would be acceptable to make one the less sophisticated way.]
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[He shrugged, placing the bird on his shoulder and straightening up. As it happened, there was in fact perfectly serviceable firewood; the shack may have been an unrepaired mess, but at least there was that much.]
Now that we've cleared up the matter of my young companion, I'm sure you didn't follow me here merely to discuss the average wildlife.
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Right. We've got work to do.
[Which for starters, included a fire. Removing his gloves, Jaune sat down and got started, easily falling into the same habits he had while camping in Anima with his friends. He didn't think much of the friction, or whether or not the stick was smooth against his hands. So when he felt a sharp stab of pain against his palm, he kept going until a fire had grown and started eating at the wood.
He stood up, spreading his hands proudly.] Nailed it.
[Except unknown to him, one of his palms was bleeding. That's unsanitary.]
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But he couldn't feel anything and nothing was happening. He tried again with the same results, and kept trying, but when nothing was working he eventually swung his hand at the the wood, frustrated with no Storyteller around to confront.
Too bad the wood was still burning.] I swear to-- Ow!
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[To say the least.]
Don't tell me you've lost something as well.
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[No he wasn't, even if he hadn't gotten the word wrong. He hissed and hid his hand.]
That jerk somehow took or blocked my aura. Everything with a soul has one where I'm from, and if you know how to use it, you can use it to fight, to protect you--all sorts of things. It doesn't stop you from feeling pain, but until it's broken, you can't get hurt. [A shrug.] But neither of us have lost our ability to draw, right? Let's do this.
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[Gods forbid Ardyn ever miss a chance to be a smartass.]
That sounds a stunningly useful ability, so of course you'd be without it. Should this not be temporary, I think we'll both have some issues to raise with our incompetent host.
[because oh boy, Ardyn without the ability to set things on fire is not a happy immortal.]
But yes, to answer your question, I think we can manage that quite well.
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[If he knew Ardyn was being a smartass, and not just helpful, he wasn't acting it.]
It is useful. [He agreed, on all accounts, but he looked at him with a genuine look of fear.] You think this is permanent?
[He's not fighting with an internal breakdown right now what are you talking about. Grabbing one of the sticks that wasn't on fire, he started to trace what he remembered on the ground.]
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[Once he finished, he gestured at his attempt for Ardyn to critique.] Was this right?
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...Of course, perhaps we should plan for the situation in which this may not do as much as we're hoping. While it would be ideal, I do suspect that the possibility remains that the Storyteller wouldn't have shown us his own weakness.
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Unless... During the last storytelling, they gave me a nightmare. I don't remember everything, and it could have just been meant to scare me. Or maybe there's something more to it.
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