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lifeaftr2017-09-17 03:27 pm
thekingsglaive) wrote in lifeaftr2017-09-17 03:27 pm
OTA!
Who: Nyx and you!
What: Various prompt for Nyx during the month. From checking in on the chocobros, to patroling Islet 31 to trying to (and failing) to get some coconuts.
When: Throughout the month
Where: Various Places
Warnings: None really, but probably discussions of trauma and injuries with the chocobros.
A: Closed to Chocobros - Backdated to the start of the monthbecause I"m the worst
So. A certain Chancelor sure has arrived on the islands. That's sure a thing that's happened. It should come as no surprise then that the moment he's done with his conversation with Ardyn he's all but running, warping at times, in search of three familiar faces.
He'd never spoken to Ardyn prior to today. There'd never been a reason - partly because Ardyn was the Chancellor of Nifleheim and Nyx was just a soldier. Even if they had bumped into each other at the party the night prior to the Treaty signing, the trap, Nyx wouldn't have said much outside a brief hello. Their first conversation had actually been rather civil, for the most part, despite everything that had happened. Despite the fact, Nyx had spent it barely managing to ignore the anger seeping through his veins.
Anger that he was still ignoring, the need to find Ignis, Prompto and Noctis taking priority. They would be more affected by Ardyn's arrival then him. It takes him longer than he would have liked to find one of the three, but when he does he all but skids to a stop, taking a few hasty steps towards them. For Ignis he makes sure his steps are loud and clear.
"Are you alright?"
Okay. That's not alarming at all Nyx.
B: Patroling - Islet #1
Nyx couldn't sleep. That wasn't an uncommon fact these days. In fact, since arriving on Ensō he's not sure he's slept the night through once.
Tonight was no different and instead of trying to sleep in his little shack - one he really needed to work on fixing up a bit more than he has - Nyx slips out the door with one of his daggers in hand. He was restless and he knows there are quite a few reasons that have lead to his restlessness, all of which won't be solved anytime soon. A fact that was frustrating, but one he, unfortunately, had to accept.
He stood in the night, stretching his arms above his head as he looks up at the sky and stars.
Well, he might as well do something useful. With that thought in mind, he gives his weapon a little flip before setting off. He'd do a quick sweep or two of the islet, just to make sure everything was alright.
C: How to coconut? - The Beach
It was still early in the morning when anyone passing by the beach might find Nyx standing stubbornly under a palm tree, glaring up at the coconuts at the top. He'd set out that morning with the intention of collecting some to use for meals and such. However he had quickly realized that actually picking them wasn't as easy as he initially thought.
Which was really annoying because he'd gotten coconuts down before. Of course his previous tactic had been warping up and grabbing one but everytime he'd even considered using magic his arm had given an unconcious throb of pain. Opting to do things the old fashion way he'd tried just... Climbing the tree.
Given that he's now covered in sand and dirt from falling it's easy to tell that didn't go as planned.
Help the poor guy out?
D: Wildcard!
[Come at me!]
What: Various prompt for Nyx during the month. From checking in on the chocobros, to patroling Islet 31 to trying to (and failing) to get some coconuts.
When: Throughout the month
Where: Various Places
Warnings: None really, but probably discussions of trauma and injuries with the chocobros.
A: Closed to Chocobros - Backdated to the start of the month
So. A certain Chancelor sure has arrived on the islands. That's sure a thing that's happened. It should come as no surprise then that the moment he's done with his conversation with Ardyn he's all but running, warping at times, in search of three familiar faces.
He'd never spoken to Ardyn prior to today. There'd never been a reason - partly because Ardyn was the Chancellor of Nifleheim and Nyx was just a soldier. Even if they had bumped into each other at the party the night prior to the Treaty signing, the trap, Nyx wouldn't have said much outside a brief hello. Their first conversation had actually been rather civil, for the most part, despite everything that had happened. Despite the fact, Nyx had spent it barely managing to ignore the anger seeping through his veins.
Anger that he was still ignoring, the need to find Ignis, Prompto and Noctis taking priority. They would be more affected by Ardyn's arrival then him. It takes him longer than he would have liked to find one of the three, but when he does he all but skids to a stop, taking a few hasty steps towards them. For Ignis he makes sure his steps are loud and clear.
"Are you alright?"
Okay. That's not alarming at all Nyx.
B: Patroling - Islet #1
Nyx couldn't sleep. That wasn't an uncommon fact these days. In fact, since arriving on Ensō he's not sure he's slept the night through once.
Tonight was no different and instead of trying to sleep in his little shack - one he really needed to work on fixing up a bit more than he has - Nyx slips out the door with one of his daggers in hand. He was restless and he knows there are quite a few reasons that have lead to his restlessness, all of which won't be solved anytime soon. A fact that was frustrating, but one he, unfortunately, had to accept.
He stood in the night, stretching his arms above his head as he looks up at the sky and stars.
Well, he might as well do something useful. With that thought in mind, he gives his weapon a little flip before setting off. He'd do a quick sweep or two of the islet, just to make sure everything was alright.
C: How to coconut? - The Beach
It was still early in the morning when anyone passing by the beach might find Nyx standing stubbornly under a palm tree, glaring up at the coconuts at the top. He'd set out that morning with the intention of collecting some to use for meals and such. However he had quickly realized that actually picking them wasn't as easy as he initially thought.
Which was really annoying because he'd gotten coconuts down before. Of course his previous tactic had been warping up and grabbing one but everytime he'd even considered using magic his arm had given an unconcious throb of pain. Opting to do things the old fashion way he'd tried just... Climbing the tree.
Given that he's now covered in sand and dirt from falling it's easy to tell that didn't go as planned.
Help the poor guy out?
D: Wildcard!
[Come at me!]
c, i'm laughing at all these kind people and then
"Maybe the millionth try is the charm. I believe in you, buddy."
I'm dying
He snorts as he brushes sand off his pants, looking back at Finley. "Pretty sure I'm at the billionth try, not sure where that ranks on the lucky scale."
At least he's come to terms with his failure?
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"Not very high, honestly. I can show you how it's done, if you'd like."
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"Please, it'll keep me from giving my bruises bruises.
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"You got it, man. Though you totally owe me." That's all the shark-boy says though before gives a little stretch. And a one, and a two, and- He uses his power of pure machismo to jump up and start shimmying up the tree. For as much of an asshole as Finley can be, his boasts certainly aren't unfounded.