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melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
lordshield) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
Raise a Glass [OPEN]
Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
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He'd endure seeing the vision over and over again if it could stop the future from happening. Is it... selfish that he doesn't want to go back? This place gives him a bad vibe, but here- Noct doesn't have to die. He won't be killed on the throne, by his own father, leaving them all behind. Alive. With guilt welling up inside of them that they didn't die for and before him.
But that's not what Noct wants. And Ignis... Ignis swore to always respect his King's decisions.
Ignis shakes his head, head buried against Gladio's chest. There are loud noises in the bar and a lot of people so no one really pays attention to them. The sobs are shaking him from the core:"G...Gladio... I feel...- I feel like I'm leading him to his death- I can't-!"
He takes a shaky breath, pulling away and gripping onto Gladio's jacket:"Keeping him safe just to slaughter him at the right moment- Gladio- this is not right!"
His yell makes few people stop and glance at him, but Ignis doesn't spare even a second for them.
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"It's not right, Ig. An' we'll find a way to stop it. Fuck them..." His eyes close briefly then shoot open, fire burning within them, and he pulls back this time to tilt his head up and let out a battle cry.
"Fuck the Astrals!" Chest heaving, he meets Iggy's eyes and continues with a harsh voice that promises pain to any who dare attempt saying otherwise. "Fuck them an' fuck their damn prophecy."
There has to be ways to alter it. To make it so Noct can bring back the dawn and survive. He won't accept that his friend's destiny is to suffer and suffer and suffer only to die in order to restore light. What kind of Shield will he be if he can't shield his own Prince - his King - from an unfair and unnecessary death?
"No. No, this won't happen. We'll make it so it doesn't. I swear to you Iggy, we won't let him die. I'll make sure of it."
Gladio's not going to let his best and oldest friend continue to feel as though he's leading Noct to the slaughter - he's going to find a way to make this change. Later. Not now. Now, he yanks Ignis back to his chest and holds him tightly as he raggedly whispers.
"It's not right. An' we'll fix it. I promise. We c'n figure it out when we're sober. We will. Figure it out. Right now I wan' us to get so wasted we can' even think about it. Y'with me?"
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By now, Ignis' talking has turned into low muttering, eyes closed as Gladio's forehead rests against his own. He jumps a bit when he yells but not enough to pull away completely. His brain is completely razzed with pain, alcohol and the neverending feeling of helplessness.
Gladio's hug does help Ignis calm down a little and he relaxes in his hold. Somehow, whenever he says that things will be alright, Ignis believes him. Even though his rational mind is supplying him with reasons that this is not the case.
Ignis manages to nod, wanting nothing more than to drink himself into oblivion so he won't have to think about all of this.
"We'll... fix it. He won't die. And we'll get drunk-! Eb... Ebony- bring us drinks-!"
His Moogle floats over, tilts head curiously at them and then leaves to get them the drinks.