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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.]
B.
But her rest is broken by the sound of someone lurking about, and that familiar presence of darkness - evil - that sets her fur standing on end. Immediately the wolf'd head snaps up, body stiff and ears pointed up and out. She gets up, following her senses until she finds the man prowling about. Mm, she's still uncertain of what to make of him - her instincts tell her to keep an eye on him, but then again there are several here who have the darker presence, and yet they are intrinsically good, so...she can't be bias--
OH MY GODS, WHAT IS THAT SMALL ROUND CREATURE SO COZE UP IN HIS SCARF?? So round, much soft. Wow.
Immediately Ammy's demeanor changes, and she hurries over, a massive doggy smile on her face. With her tail wagging, she hops up a bit for a closer look. It looks like a chicken, but it's pitch black, so not those colorful blue hens some people keep. Is it another species he found? Ah, she hasn't encountered another like this before...it's really cute. ♥ Ammy circles the man a few times, wiggling excitedly as her eyes never leave the lil chick he's got. Is it hungry> She still has maybe one feed bag left...]
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And what might we be able to do for you today?
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Come on, man, let her chase the chicken around, or vice versa!! Ammy loves a good game of chase! I mean, what else is there to be doing after dark in the ruins of a god's temple?
8')]
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[Hresvelgr didn't exactly seem scared off yet, but she was a solid six and a half feet in the air on Ardyn's sounder.]
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Ammy folds her ears back and whines softly, but she does get it...a little. She is still quite larger than the little ch...cho--...Chocoloco is, and she is technically a predator, after all... Though she has never hunted once in her life - refuses to, actually. And besides that, animals in Nippon all seemed to flock to her! Though, uh...that was usually after she fed them. Um.
I mean, she could offer up a feed bag in a peaceful gesture - certainly she has one and a half left of seeds the tiny thing could nibble at, but she'd really like to keep what she has left. Ah, what a dilemma... Ammy lies down, drooping her head and looking up at Ardyn sadly.