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lifeaftr2019-10-07 03:55 pm
shatteredlenses) wrote in lifeaftr2019-10-07 03:55 pm
The Haunted Sound... (2 Closed & 2 OPEN)
Who: Ignis and Ardyn, Ignis and Jules, Ignis and OPEN!
What: The aftermath of almost becoming a dragon snack! Treasure, repairs, and napping in no particular order.
When: First couple of weeks in October
Where: Mostly Islet 1 (Cottage 2) and the Farming Islet
Warnings: Mention of injury and violence because of a certain dragon. Watch subjects for warnings should anything else come up.
A.) A priceless glory... (Closed to Ardyn)
[In a way, the severity of Ignis' wounds work to Ardyn's favor. If the advisor is sleeping off his pain, then he is not trying to fight Ahidalga again. It also means there is no one there to be a restraining factor.
RIP Ahidalga.
About the time the looting starts, Ignis is finally starting to regain a little of his strength. Just enough to be annoyed at the fact that both Ardyn and Leo are several steps ahead of him, because he's not going anywhere with a tigerlily's head resting on his chest. Leo might have twitched when the last of the little dragons got too near the cottage, but as none actually attacked it, he never moved from Ignis side and appears bound and determined to remain there until his partner in crime returns to make sure Ignis stays put and rests.
It's really not fair.
Ignis' first clue that Ardyn has returned is when Leo finally lifts his head slightly from his chest, ears turning toward the bedroom door. Ignis huffs softly, trying not to breath too deeply and then calls out to the redhead.]
Have you come to release me from my captivity?
B.) Memento mori... (Closed to Jules)
[If it had not been for Leo, Ignis might have missed the little gifts that start showing up at the cottage. A bit of food here, some supplies there, but the tigerlily seems to enjoy bringing him the little tokens everyday. At first, Ignis is puzzled. Who would be leaving things for him when so many of those he once knew are now gone? Finally, he realizes it can only be one person.
Well, at least that is confirmation that Jules is still around. As much as the man keeps to himself, Ignis had wondered.
Once he feels up to meeting with someone, he sends a very messily written note with Leo in hopes that Jules will come back with the tigerlily to speak with him. He's not really surprised when Leo returns alone, though.
He gives the tigerlily a scratch behind the ears with his right hand, careful not to jolt his injured left side.]
He didn't feel he could trust a note, hu? Maybe in a week or so, I can try to track him down myself. I need to thank him for all he has been leaving.
C.) All for nothing now... (Open!)
[This is a bad idea. Ignis really shouldn't be up and moving around already, but he also needs to now how bad the damage to the resources on the farming islet are. So many people worked so hard to get these resources--Gladio worked so hard to set up so much over there--that he wants to know what will be needed to get things up and running again. He won't be able to fix it all himself. Not with how hurt he is, but someone has to take the first steps. Perhaps another call for help across the crystals is in order? He'll have to see how much damage there is first.
It is going to take days to make note of all the losses, but during those days Ignis can be found leaning heavily on Leo and doing his best to catalog the state of the buildings, fields, and animals Not an easy task when one is blind, but he's determined to do it anyway.]
D.) I know... (Open!)
[Even with Leo and Ardyn trying to make sure Ignis doesn't push himself too hard, it's inevitable that he will over-extend himself. That is why he occasionally will be found outside the cottage, fast asleep with a tigerlily curled around him, both to keep him warm as the temperatures start to drop, but also to make sure no one threatens him while he rests. Whatever his current task is--be it preparing seedlings for replanting, trying to find the best way to cook dragon meat, or maybe working on simple repair tasks--it has been forgotten. Now is time for naps in the sun.
It's not a horrid way to spend the afternoon.]
What: The aftermath of almost becoming a dragon snack! Treasure, repairs, and napping in no particular order.
When: First couple of weeks in October
Where: Mostly Islet 1 (Cottage 2) and the Farming Islet
Warnings: Mention of injury and violence because of a certain dragon. Watch subjects for warnings should anything else come up.
A.) A priceless glory... (Closed to Ardyn)
[In a way, the severity of Ignis' wounds work to Ardyn's favor. If the advisor is sleeping off his pain, then he is not trying to fight Ahidalga again. It also means there is no one there to be a restraining factor.
RIP Ahidalga.
About the time the looting starts, Ignis is finally starting to regain a little of his strength. Just enough to be annoyed at the fact that both Ardyn and Leo are several steps ahead of him, because he's not going anywhere with a tigerlily's head resting on his chest. Leo might have twitched when the last of the little dragons got too near the cottage, but as none actually attacked it, he never moved from Ignis side and appears bound and determined to remain there until his partner in crime returns to make sure Ignis stays put and rests.
It's really not fair.
Ignis' first clue that Ardyn has returned is when Leo finally lifts his head slightly from his chest, ears turning toward the bedroom door. Ignis huffs softly, trying not to breath too deeply and then calls out to the redhead.]
Have you come to release me from my captivity?
B.) Memento mori... (Closed to Jules)
[If it had not been for Leo, Ignis might have missed the little gifts that start showing up at the cottage. A bit of food here, some supplies there, but the tigerlily seems to enjoy bringing him the little tokens everyday. At first, Ignis is puzzled. Who would be leaving things for him when so many of those he once knew are now gone? Finally, he realizes it can only be one person.
Well, at least that is confirmation that Jules is still around. As much as the man keeps to himself, Ignis had wondered.
Once he feels up to meeting with someone, he sends a very messily written note with Leo in hopes that Jules will come back with the tigerlily to speak with him. He's not really surprised when Leo returns alone, though.
He gives the tigerlily a scratch behind the ears with his right hand, careful not to jolt his injured left side.]
He didn't feel he could trust a note, hu? Maybe in a week or so, I can try to track him down myself. I need to thank him for all he has been leaving.
C.) All for nothing now... (Open!)
[This is a bad idea. Ignis really shouldn't be up and moving around already, but he also needs to now how bad the damage to the resources on the farming islet are. So many people worked so hard to get these resources--Gladio worked so hard to set up so much over there--that he wants to know what will be needed to get things up and running again. He won't be able to fix it all himself. Not with how hurt he is, but someone has to take the first steps. Perhaps another call for help across the crystals is in order? He'll have to see how much damage there is first.
It is going to take days to make note of all the losses, but during those days Ignis can be found leaning heavily on Leo and doing his best to catalog the state of the buildings, fields, and animals Not an easy task when one is blind, but he's determined to do it anyway.]
D.) I know... (Open!)
[Even with Leo and Ardyn trying to make sure Ignis doesn't push himself too hard, it's inevitable that he will over-extend himself. That is why he occasionally will be found outside the cottage, fast asleep with a tigerlily curled around him, both to keep him warm as the temperatures start to drop, but also to make sure no one threatens him while he rests. Whatever his current task is--be it preparing seedlings for replanting, trying to find the best way to cook dragon meat, or maybe working on simple repair tasks--it has been forgotten. Now is time for naps in the sun.
It's not a horrid way to spend the afternoon.]
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[He probably wouldn't have been happy, up in that house all by himself.]
And he is fairly independent. Makes sense, he was a wild animal to begin with.
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[Ignis gives Leo's ears a playful ruffle causing the tigerlily to grumble.]
Maybe we should get a Florida of our own? It could teach you a thing or two.
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[Ignis is surprised for a moment at the question but recovers quickly.]
Oh no, tigerlilies are very much like plants when it comes to what they need for sustenance. If you make sure they get plenty of water and a nice patch of sun to lay in, they are quite content.
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[Though frankly, he could see a tigerlily taking out a lorby anyway, just for being irritating.]
I think Florida mostly eats bugs. Not really my problem, he forages for himself.
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Should we ever run into a shortage of either water or sunlight, it may be less handy, but for now it does make feeding him easy enough. Bugs generally are found everywhere, so that is also a very handy diet. Especially when you don't have to go out and catch them for him.
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[Taming the creature was, after all, just a whim in the first place.]
But at least it's something to do. I still don't sleep quite as often as a human does, so I have a lot of downtime with nobody else around.
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The usual things one might do to alleviate boredom are not as available here as they would be elsewhere. That doesn't help the problem one bit. What do you do with all that extra time?
[He is genuinely curious. If he has nothing else to do, which is rare, he always can turn to working in his garden or concocting some new recipe, but those are also things he just can't see Michael having any real interest in.]
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Walk around the woods. Look through the stuff I've saved on my phone. It's not like it connects to anything anymore, so that really isn't as good as it sounds.
[He only has so many things saved on there! Lots of it used to just be in the cloud!]
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[He chuckles softly.]
Of course, it was fairly waterlogged even before I ended up stranded on a raft in the middle of the ocean.
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[He's actually a little envious. He was just getting used to the voice to text feature when his died.]
Most technology is a little broken here. We've never quite been to figure out why. The closest thing we have to an explanation is that the Storyteller doesn't really understand most of it.
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[Robots, that is.]
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What I'm trying to get at is that I suspect whatever technological power that used to fuel them has been replaced by magical power, something the Storyteller understands better.
[It's an idea that makes Ignis rather uneasy because, for beings like Legion, it means changing them on a fundamental level. That's a lot of power and a change made without their permission.]
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[But then, all Michael knows in that regard is Janet, and she doesn't rely on anything outside of herself for power.]
Afterlife technology has always been sort of magical anyway. And I do mean that literally, not just because it's so advanced. Angels and demons all have powers to begin with, after all.
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[Ignis nods in understanding as Michael continues, clearly understanding the division he's making.]
One might say that divine power is the original 'magic' in the world, so I can't say I am all that surprised to hear it. That would also make it easier for the Storyteller to work with.
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[His disdain for them is rather milder, here, but Michael still doesn't really get the god thing.]
We don't have those. There's the eternal Judge, but even she doesn't mess around with living humans.
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[And then it's all torture from there since the angels are too busy with their committees to care.]
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[Michael doesn't, really, believe that you ought to just "do whatever". But he's still sorta bitter that it doesn't affect anything. People ought to be awarded or something someday.]
Why would they not have free will?
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[Now it is Ignis' turn to sound bitter.]
On the surface, it looks as though those involved have free will, but do they really when each time someone steps a little out of line they are pushed, or shoved as the case may be, back into the role created for them?
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[Hey, he spent thousands of years on a super specific plan! He just failed to shoved all the humans into line hard enough!]
See, that's why I don't care for the concept of gods. They're just immortal people - like regular people, but longer. No reason they deserve authority over anyone.
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They...really are, aren't they?
[Shiva and Ifrit had fallen in love. Ifrit had been driven to anger and later madness due to that anger. Titan had been moved to catch and hold the Meteor to protect Eos and Bahamut moved to create his plan out of pride. In a great many ways, they were all human.The only difference was that they possessed a great deal more power than most humans.]
I wonder if the prophecy would have been seen differently if the people of Lucis viewed the gods as merely more powerful humans instead of infallible rulers of all.
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[He really could have. Any demon could - they can manipulate reality with a snap of their fingers, scramble a human's brain, remove their skinsuit and put it back on. Humans really fall for the appearance of resurrection, Michael knows that much.]
But so could my old cubicle-mate Gerald, and he spent the first three years we were human-shaped wearing all of his pants backwards, because he thought the zipper was meant to be a "poop portal". We are not inherently qualified for leadership.
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Once he finally stops laughing, he shakes his head.]
It takes all kinds, I suppose. Humans are rather like that too. I remember this young man who was training to be in the Crownsguard about the same time I was. Noctis had him convinced that the royal line actually drank blood in order to keep their magical abilities strong. The looks I saw on his face anytime time he saw either His Majesty or His Highness with a red drink in had after that were quite a thing. He was legitimately terrified by the time I made Noctis tell him the truth. Even then, I'm not sure he ever stopped believing it.
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As proven by this story - Michael cackles appreciatively.]
Oh, that's fun! Humans really are fascinated with bloodsucking royals, aren't they?
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