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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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Ardyn!
[Have the most frustrated of boys.]
That was supposed to be a picture of her!
[And instead he could maybe see a feather peeking out from behind Ardyn's hair.
Still, there was something awkward about trying to yell at Ardyn. Not that they weren't pretty much mortal enemies by now, but he was still talking to someone who generally seemed like an older man of prestige in comparison to him. The feeling of being on equal standing didn't tend to be there.]
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[get dunked prompto]
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He grimaced, leaning forward like a kitten eying a piece of string, but he didn't trust the person holding it. No doubt Ardyn would just ruin the pic again. Maybe he could sneak a good one later. Surely the cogs could be seen turning in his head as he decided how he would resolve this dilemma.
Finally he tried to play it off cool, trying not to show too much irritation.]
Well, whatever, it's no big deal.
[Missing a shot, no big deal? He was obviously planning on fixing that at some point. He just didn't want to let Ardyn see he was getting under his skin.]
I hope you know how to take care of a chocobo.
[Did he need a babysitter?]
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...Honestly, of all the things I have lied about, what would be the point of making up whether or not I know how to care for a chocobo? It's not as if I'm going to eat her or something patently absurd such as that.
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But he wasn't the debater. Ignis had been surprised he even managed to make it through high school, and he definitely had no formal training when it came to having a sharp tongue.
He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, feeling like an argument but not quite having something here to argue about. It was just Ardyn. He should be mad at him for stuff. A hasty retreat probably would have been the best option when he didn't have any clever words at hand, but he lingered a bit longer even as he took the first step back.]
As long as you don't let Jaune near her. He doesn't know which birds are meant for eating or not.
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[Ardyn smirked, tilting his head slightly; as cold and calculating as ever even as he delicately picked up the hatchling and set her back on his shoulder.]
[...It was probably a very surreal image, all things considered.]
I assure you she's quite safe with me.
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["Safe with Ardyn" didn't sound like a thing that could be real.
But, what was he to do? He couldn't birdnap her. Even if he could, it wasn't like Ardyn wouldn't be able to figure out where she was, and then there'd be problems. He pursed his lips, clearly deliberating on what to do. In the end he chose to flee. He'd feel a lot better back with his companions, anyway, than hanging out with Ardyn. Despite everything they'd been through, he still briskly jogged away after awkwardly excusing himself, somehow managing to retain some amount of energy.
Next time, chocobo. Next time he'd have his picture.]