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melodiesofeternity2018-05-10 02:41 pm
warpstriking) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-05-10 02:41 pm
Crystalline Chill
Who: Residents of house C-01 and friends!
When: All throughout May, see prompts and individual threads
Where: House C-01
What: Monthly catchall for the XV House shenanigans
Warnings/Notes: There's likely going to be spoilers for Kingsglaive and the main game up to Chapter 13 somewhere in the comments.
A. Sometimes you just want to ride...
Late in the morning of the 1st, there is a low purring sound of an engine going down the street. One that wasn't accustomed to travel aside by foot or chocobo claw. Yet, somehow, a certain man manages not to clip a single thing. And it sits there, in front of House C-01, black, shiny, and very much a wonder to a few moogles. Especially since the convertible's roof is airship-grade plexiglass.
B. [Insert "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" joke here]
There was one upside to living with the once-deceased leader of the Crownsguard, and that was one didn't have to go far for a training enthusiast. There was also one downside to this: not having to go far for a training enthusiast. It's the crack of dawn when the nice little symphony of insects and kwehs get interrupted by the sounds of wooden weapons clashing and spells being practiced.
Rest in pieces, light sleepers. They apologize in advance.
C. That's it!
Of course, no one can train or go through the day on no fuel. And one person in particular has taken upon himself to at least ensure a few others can eventually cook eggs without burning them. The real question is: Will Ignis come up with a new recipeh involving that jar of kupo nut butter?
D. I want to ride my chocobo all day~
If anyone is surprised at the fact that there are two or three (depending on the date because Chocobo Eater event) lovely birds, then they clearly don't understand at least 50% of the household's love for the magnificent creatures. The black one in particular seems to be particularly happy with their nice little stack of shiny objects...
There may or may not be a pair of glasses on the top of that pile. Sorry, Specs.
E. Hold my Ebony
(Feel free to come up with your own prompts, guys; these aren't the limits to our zaniness.)
When: All throughout May, see prompts and individual threads
Where: House C-01
What: Monthly catchall for the XV House shenanigans
Warnings/Notes: There's likely going to be spoilers for Kingsglaive and the main game up to Chapter 13 somewhere in the comments.
A. Sometimes you just want to ride...
Late in the morning of the 1st, there is a low purring sound of an engine going down the street. One that wasn't accustomed to travel aside by foot or chocobo claw. Yet, somehow, a certain man manages not to clip a single thing. And it sits there, in front of House C-01, black, shiny, and very much a wonder to a few moogles. Especially since the convertible's roof is airship-grade plexiglass.
B. [Insert "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" joke here]
There was one upside to living with the once-deceased leader of the Crownsguard, and that was one didn't have to go far for a training enthusiast. There was also one downside to this: not having to go far for a training enthusiast. It's the crack of dawn when the nice little symphony of insects and kwehs get interrupted by the sounds of wooden weapons clashing and spells being practiced.
Rest in pieces, light sleepers. They apologize in advance.
C. That's it!
Of course, no one can train or go through the day on no fuel. And one person in particular has taken upon himself to at least ensure a few others can eventually cook eggs without burning them. The real question is: Will Ignis come up with a new recipeh involving that jar of kupo nut butter?
D. I want to ride my chocobo all day~
If anyone is surprised at the fact that there are two or three (depending on the date because Chocobo Eater event) lovely birds, then they clearly don't understand at least 50% of the household's love for the magnificent creatures. The black one in particular seems to be particularly happy with their nice little stack of shiny objects...
There may or may not be a pair of glasses on the top of that pile. Sorry, Specs.
E. Hold my Ebony
(Feel free to come up with your own prompts, guys; these aren't the limits to our zaniness.)
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If only he were able to say it, but after this... he can't. He just can't.
"And that's new...how?" He tried to joke, imply the happier little freak outs (like the festival), but it fell flat. Just like his expression other than how concerned and exhausted he was.
"Only if you're okay with it." He wasn't going to push it. Not at Prompto's expense.
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This dark cloud that was hanging over them needed to disperse.
He shrugged slightly. "I...you already know about it. It's probably as bad as you think."
He unclasped his bracelet and pulled the leather away, and there black ink and standing out was his magitek laced tattoo, one that marked him as property of the Empire and coded with a string of numbers instead of a name. MTs didn't deserve names.
However, true to his word, the skin around the tattoo was undamaged and healed completely, despite the fact he'd been rash.
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This was one of the few times he hated how his asterisk allowed him to see perfectly fine in the dark. He frowned, looking to Prompto first as if silently asking if it was alright to touch it before he even reached for his arm. After all, he knew how painful that could be.
But he was honestly relieved not to see any burn marks.
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"Magitek. I mean...I think that's why I can't remove it."
Prompto had concluded he was branded for life, and that seemed to be true. Magitek, something that they didn't inherently know that much about, except because he could be scanned like a package at the grocery store, it held some data.
He wondered, sometimes, how much of who he was, was genetic modification, now that he knew. He was a clone, surely, and bred to be a weapon, but they must have made changes. He knew they experimented with many models.
How many of them died because they didn't measure up?
Would he have even made it that far?
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"Whatever it is, it's only a reminder of the past. Not your future." Noctis gazed down upon the lines and numbers for only a couple more seconds before he let go, looking to Prompto's gaze instead. Smiling faintly. "Doubt I need to remind you that it's yours to choose."
He rests a hand on Prompto's shoulder, smiling faintly. "Should probably finish our milk then head back upstairs."
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"Yeah, no. I know. I know. I just...yeah."
He was at a loss for words, grateful that Noct hadn't recoiled or reacted with disgust. He would have understood. It made him nauseous to look at sometimes.
"You're right." He offered a small smile. "Wanna crash with me? Might help us get a little more sleeping done. I don't know but, I hear that."
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He had his own scars, after all. Ones only Ignis and Clarus have seen in this house.
Noctis nodded, squeezing Prompto's shoulder before letting go. To grab their drinks and hold Prompto's out to him. "I can confirm. Don't know how many times I fell asleep on Ignis as a kid."
When he couldn't sleep in his own bed, and they wound up falling asleep on a couch. Reading.
... That was a yes, by the way.
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"Cool." He smiled shyly, taking his drink back to sip it. It was still a little warm, which was something.
"I'll be generous and not get up so early if you're in bed with me, so..."
So, they'll even sleep in. It sounded good right about then.
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Noct nodded, going back to sipping his own. He might have slightly cheated considering, you know, black mage. Fire was the first spell they learned. So he might have warmed them up slightly. Slightly.
"Eh, heavy sleeper anyway." So if he does have to get up, Noctis probably won't even notice. Not right away, at least. But he won't complain about sleeping in. Hell would freeze over, first.
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Prompto sighed and snorted. "I know, believe me. You sleep heavily and getting you up is a nightmare."
He chuckled, but he liked Noct anyway, patting his arm gently. Quietly thanking him for everything.
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Noctis nudged into him slightly, silently acknowledging that quiet thanks.
After a few more minutes of relative silence and quiet jokes, his milk was drained completely. He stood up, begrudgingly, to at least rinse the mug and leave it in the sink before they go upstairs. Just for less of a reason for Ignis to be upset with them in the morning.