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[founderkcng]

calamitousheir replied to your post: SOMNUS @ NAHYUTA TBH

noct: WHAT DID I DO???

“Letting that strange man keep his daemon...Pets.”

[standingonceremony]

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“Noct! Fancy seeing you here,” Ardyn smiled, giving the prince a sweeping, exaggerated bow. “How long has it been? So good to see a friendly face in these parts. Tell me, did you ever manage to move on and find a new lady love?”

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Lestallum was... well, it was alright. She should have been grateful she got to take refuge in a hub - with a roof over her head, no less - but it was hard to count her blessings when she was sweating through all her clothes. Not to mention she was alone (though the sweating probably played a part in that) and so utterly bored - she wanted to take on some hunts, start making a name for herself, but she couldn’t exactly do anything useful or heroic without a car. So it seemed she’d be relegated to flinging herself about her hotel room, carving new reeds and getting some practice in with the tv on in the background, and watching the engineers leave the plant at quitting time for entertainment, because surely nothing more exciting would happen unless it was something extreme.

Then Prince Noctis showed up. Maybe the Astrals did listen to her whining occasionally.

She’d only caught glimpses of him and his entourage at the Leville the night before - though no one in the city had been talking about his arrival, somehow, his visage had been unmistakable to her. Which was why when she spotted him sitting alone at a cafe around lunchtime, she didn’t waste any time in seating herself across from him with an eager smile on her face - they were basically old pals. “As I live and breathe, Noctis lives!” She spread her arms in a flourish, laughing. She faltered just a bit at the confused look on his face. “Your Highness, it’s me - Malin Antiophe? My mom was a Glaive? I’ve been to the Citadel so many times?” Absolutely nothing. She slumped back in her seat, already pouting - dammit, she was have to dig up the old chestnut, wasn’t she? “When you were, like, eight or so, the Insomnia Youth Orchestra did a charity performance - I was the one who fainted and cut my face open?” She gestured to the scar on her cheek - he better have remembered her now. Otherwise she’d drown in her embarrassment - that and he could have his shield throw her on her ass, but the shame was much worse.

[ysurpr]

   fishing was not his favorite hobby and the longer he sits perched on the pier at galdin quay, the more it dawns on him why. the ocean waves crashing so soothingly against white sands, seagulls squawking overhead and the blasted sun cursing its rays upon what flesh lays bare-- uncomfortable boredom. he should have denied noctis’ offer to join him, but if it meant not having to follow him and his companions across eos for a little longer, he thought why not ?  now he wishes to drown himself.  ❝  i see the admiration for a knowledgeable hobby such as chess didn’t get passed down through the bloodline.  ❞

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“The boy King graces me with his presence yet again.” Came a spiteful rumble from the god of Flames. The demonic Astral huffed from his throne, narrowing ember eyes on a dark azure gaze. When will these foolish mortals ever learn, he wondered. 

“If you seek my blessing boy, you will find nothing.” The fickle Infernian chuckled darkly, tipping his head to the side in a taunting manner, fangs glinting under the ember lit fires the burnt about his realm. “You tooketh thy own Chosen away. For what reason doth I wish to serve another? I am many things child of man, but loyal was always my specialty.”

[forgottenunit]

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While he had not acted out as a threat; lingering on the offense stance, uncanny towards those slightly unfamiliar to him, that scant familiarity was what encouraged him to approach as carefreely as he typically does – perhaps he mistake the figure for another,  the instinct to freeze per his response forwarded regardless ( not only was it the rational course of action to do, but stunned at the choice of words if he weren’t mistaken after all ), making if he daredbreathed or looked in his general direction more than he would like being under the amount of made-out scrutiny, the mentioned “fate” awaited him at all angles of carelessness.

❛ There isn’t any need to! ❜ Suppose linger at this space for a bit longer if it’d help, perhaps grasp at straws for what will be his remark after, aspiring it’d lessen what building tension had planted between the lot and gradually growing, as if wary when people were attentive to any trace of it treking higher levels. Or maybe – the gap was still too grand to really make out one another? He could think of the prince as someone entirely than what he was making himself ot to be, and vice versa. Be as the “reason” may, the sliver of hesitation to await the chance to approach felt suffocating, as short time passed by. Would another exchange of reassurance help? Hell, he’d rather not get himself shot in the midst of this, ❛ Nothing is going to happen if that’s what you’re on about, I assure you. ❜

“No touching.” He stated firmly before lowering his gun and putting away. 

The clone was still quite touch sensitive after all. The only thing that he had gotten used to were the occasional pat on the head from Loqi when the elder brother was proud of him.

It was fairly clear to him that he had been mistaken for someone else. Was it possible that this guy knew another clone that had escaped the lab? But Loqi didn’t say anything about having any other brothers out in the world that weren’t MTs...

“You called me ‘Prompto’ but I don’t know who that is. Sorry.”

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     “Little Noctis, I got you something...” while being out in the sunlight hurt him, he was curious about this city his brother had built, he held no true grudge. Not really, he merely didn’t understand why Somnus had betrayed him, but this boy, his nephew... How odd that a boy who looked so much like his brother filled him with pride, lighting up his darkened heart with warmth.        “I hope you like it.”

[novuscaelum]

“Direct it? But what’s wrong with actually tearing it down like the rest of you guys get to do?”

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[hiraitz]

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❝ Sooo, warp striking is what you call it ? How do you manage to do that ? Is it magic ? ❞

[infectuslucis]

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“Don’t you look stunning,” he mused as the groom-to-be dressed. Leaned against the door frame, Ardyn was already prepared for the wedding, somehow overdressed for an occasion where he was meant to be dressed extravagantly. “I know they say not to see the bride before the wedding, but you, my dear, are no less of a groom than I. Well--” He gestured as if there were something obvious that indeed made Noctis less of a groom.

[mysticalxrydia]

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“I have a small question.” The summoner started as she approached the prince, a soft smile on her lips. He didn’t look like a member of the royalty at all with his black clothes, but Rydia didn’t say a thing - he was just so different than Cecil, Yang or even Edge. But of course, she wouldn’t judge him for that. She was impressed by how some eidolons - or Gods or Astrals, whatever he called them - came at his side while he fought. “You are not a Summoner, but the eidolons still helped you, sometimes, when you fight. How does it work ?” She asked gently. 

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❛ can’t. ❜

“Oh yes I can. You know I can...”

[luciumsa]

calamitousheir replied to your post: “With these hands. I murdered.” He dropped an egg...

❛ Are - you sure you didn’t get fertilized eggs, those are the only sort of eggs that are technically counted as alive until they actually hatch? Otherwise you’d only have eggs with whites and yolks. ❜

“Take me to prison--”

[sanguinepeccatorum]

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“You should get that injury looked at-” The male uttered, spying the youth through the corners of his eyes. Far be it from Vincent’s usual to speak to those he did not know, but the situation seemed to call for it.

[untameablesands]

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❛ Excuse you, I’m absolutely fine up here! ❜ Easier said than done is what he actually wanted to say. Transerving new land called for scaling whatever piqued his interest, after all, everything looked like it was within reach for someone of his height, and basically get a better view from heights. The one thing he didn’t account for was struggling to find an easy way back down, often jumping down whenever it called for it, but ensured no damage would be inflicted upon executing the action. This level.. screamed danger, thus was timid in going with what normally solved the issue of being stuck, the last thing he needed to make his new guard worry about is Noctis getting hurt and try not to be reckless everywhere he went.

Dammit, he’s not going to hang around up here all day, so – ❛ I’m – gonna try to get down, be prepared to catch me if I slip up. ❜ Or he may station himself in getting ready to jump stance, the epitome of a cat readying to jump up onto whatever surface it believed it’d be able to get onto. Should he go with this or attempt some way to get closer to ground before he does jump off?He hopes Sundira will catch him either way.

        Was it wrong of him to be as amused with this as he was?

       Possibly.

        Could he be blamed, however? Noctis was... Actually pleasant to be around; Sundira had found himself enjoying being around the prince, which was why he was so tickled pink over the situation Noctis had found himself in. With most royals or nobility Sundira would have been much more stern; warning them away from things that could be dangerous or risky, but Noctis had proven that he was deserving of such ‘special’ treatment and thus far he’d been allowed to do whatever he wanted. 

      Within reason of course.

      Which is what led them to now, Sundira watching as the prince attempted to find his way down and struggling to keep his snickers of amusement quiet. It was bad enough his arms were crossed over his stomach as he took on a rather casual pose, he couldn’t let the royals foolishness make him ‘break character’ further by -gasp- laughing in public! “Of course, your highness. I will not allow you to come to harm.” 

     Should he mention that he has teleportation magic? 

      ... Nah. Noctis could get out of this on his own, he’d be fine~

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❝Finally awake?❞

It did not bother her, the prince’s sleeping habits, the way it bothered his father or Ignis, perhaps. If anything, she envied Noct’s ability to sleep so soundly and for so long. 

She gave him a smirk, reclining back in tall chair of the dining room she’d been occupying for most of the morning. ❝You’re just in time for brunch, at least.❞ Luna nodded to the seat next to her, a wordless invitation for him to join her. 

The last twelve years spent in Insomnia had been a bittersweet blessing. The nightmares of Niflheim’s invasion kept her awake each night, the imagination of what horrors they were unleashing in Tenebrae frequently running wild in her subconscious. But... Noctis, Regis, everyone did their best to make her (and Ravus) feel as if the Citadel had truly, always been their home. 

And she was grateful.

For Noctis, especially. He had always remained vigilant as her friend.

She poured him a cup of tea, plucking a Tenebrae pastry from the tower of them situated artfully on the table and placing it carefully on the edge of the saucer. ❝You’re lucky you found me before Ignis did.❞