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Who: Lup (

ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

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Failed?

[That earned a more open laugh, like this whole thing was a big joke to a thoroughly inebriated and deeply insane mind.]

Ardyn Lucis Caelum did just what he was meant to as the Chosen who had been handed the Crystal by Bahamut's own hand. The single person who could heal the afflicted, savior of the people, protector of the kingdom, hero of the Astral War, and so on.

Countless lives spared by the hands of a miracle worker, and yet to a man each and every one turned upon the savior who so loved them. The gods themselves cast out their Chosen King who only ever served them as a faithful acolyte.

...You can laugh. Isn't it funny?

I didn't fail, my dear. I was just never told when the True King would arise, and the gods saw fit to let their loyal disciples suffer in darkness until he did.

[Laugh? No, Ardyn, he rather looks like feeling sick instead. A date would have helped, indeed.

Asch runs his hands slowly through his bangs for a moment before he can say anything. He doesn't think the exact phrasing of that last sentence is a mistake.]

One more question, then - darkness, or Darkness?

[Perhaps it's a peculiarity of the language he's actually speaking, under whatever the Storyteller is doing to translate them, or perhaps it's just the change in emphasis, but you can hear the capital.]

[Ardyn seemed terribly amused by the whole thing; that was definitely the copious amounts of alcohol talking. Ordinarily the smile that might come with a subject like this was bitter and cold, the thin veil of something human over a being of pure hate and fury.]

[But right now? It was just...all a cosmic joke. It was funny, in a broken and shattered way that Ardyn had to chuckle to himself about. Of course it was never him. That was how the world functioned governed by petty gods and populated by selfish humans.]

Darkness specifically; 'an inevitable endless night'. People don't even like to utter the word 'Starscourge' for how they fear it, and yet such a deep darkness is labeled as an inevitability right there in the prophecy. Can't bring forth the dawn if there's no dark to banish, is that not right?

[Or at least 99% hate and fury, given that he's apparently a lol drunk instead of an angry one.

Asch is quiet for a long moment, mostly because he doesn't know what to say.

Finally, because it's Ardyn, he settles on dark amusement.]

...'Lucis' is pretty damn close to our word for light, too.

[It's a shot in the dark, really, but it's worth a bit of a laugh, right?]

That's what it means for us; it roughly translates to 'burning light of the sky'.

[Drunk as he was, that did spark some line of logic in Ardyn's head. Asch had given another name, hadn't he? A light that burned like fire to leave ashes in its wake...how strangely poetic a coincidence.] Ah--I think I get it. Thematically appropriate, perhaps.

Not that it matters; I dropped that name quite a long time ago. It's been 'Ardyn Izunia' for...hm, I'm not sure how long.

And he shall be called the light of the sacred flame - or, Luke fon Fabre, when you put it back into the Ancient Ispanian.

[It's not a coincidence at all, really. He was renamed by a bastard with a sense of the dramatic to rival Ardyn's own. Or possibly just really shitty naming sense and a desire to remind the children under his care that they'd be dead without him. Either or.]

Can't say I blame you. I've got plenty of reason to dislike mine.

Why must it always be fire theming that ends up causing such trouble? I've half a mind to file a complaint with the Infernian, were he still even alive.

[looking at you, ignis fucking scientia you persistent annoyance on legs]

I've no reason to bother with my proper name. The line of Lucis has long since redacted my entire existence, so why should I not drop the association in turn? It's naught but an annoyance now.

[That comment... Actually does make Asch laugh, a little, though he bites it behind a hand almost by reflex.]

Something something about passionate people, probably. Beats Duke 'Crimson Duke of the Sacred Flame,' if you ask me.

[Sorry actual dad you're an asshole and therefore he has free reign to mock his grandparents' naming choices.

He very pointedly doesn't mention 'the one who would seize glory.']

...That's not a name.

That can not possibly be an actual legal legitimate name.

Crimson Herzog fon Fabre, my actual father. Duke of Belkend, married Princess Suzanne Lynna Kimlasca-Lanvaldear, who took his name upon their marriage.

[Sorry Ardyn it so is.]

...Good heavens, what a mouthful.

[said 'ardyn lucis caelum']

All of Auldrant's nobility favors long names. I think "Luke" was actually getting off easy.

Clearly. I'm beginning to think Lucis was getting off rather lightly with just the three names.

To be fair, 'fon' just means 'of the house of' in modern parlance, and both royal families use the nation's name as a surname - our counterpart in the Malkuth Empire is Emperor Peony Upala Malkuth IX.

[Yes he's named after a flower it's just a thing, Ardyn.]

Likewise, the kingdom of Lucis was named for its founder and the name of 'Lucis Caelum' has persisted ever since.

[A shrug. Listen, when the guy in the position of 'king's bodyguard' is a wall of meat named 'Gladiolus', you don't really bat an eye at flower names.]

Technically Kimlasca-Lanvaldear is the result of an alliance marriage, and at this point the kingdom's common name is Kimlasca and "Lanvaldear" refers almost exclusively to the royal family or the archery style, but...

[Asch shrugs and leans back against his log.]

I don't know if I'd go back to Fabre if I had the chance, anyway.

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