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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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2/8, action.

[erythristic]

[assuming the world does not collapse by this moment in time, in the afternoon, a small delivery is made to his office on campus, the messenger explaining that it was left for him but that the person who dropped it off had already left a while ago.

what, did he think she wouldn't do it?]

Text;

[daemonized]

[Despite all of their back-and-forth about plants and naming them, Ardyn actually finds this to be a nice gesture. So what's there to do?

Tease her about it, naturally.

A text comes later in the afternoon, after classes and when he's settled into his office for now.]

It's a week or so early, and yet I must ask: am I your Valentine?

2/6 at like 3am

[hjack69]

ARDYN HOLY SHIT
THER EARE PONIES MADE OF DIAMOMDS

[ Guess who got his first regain. ]

Rip sleep

[daemonized]

[Ardyn isn't asleep yet, though admittedly 3 am is usually at the cusp of when he's thinking about it. When his phone goes off, he looks at it, and...

Jack, are you drunk.

He tries to think of a clever response to that, but all he can settle on is:]

I'm finding I don't know how to reply to this. What are you going on about?

2/8 text

[mercurio]

i'm on my way to hunt for a monster so i don't know if i'll have the time to do this any time later!

attached: fkessay.docx

[daemonized]

[The response doesn't come immediately, but it certainly does arrive.]

Both early and an extra paragraph. I wonder, are you trying to impress me, Prompto?

[Ardyn actually is pleasantly surprised, however. He didn't expect such expediency, much less such a thoughtful short essay. No offense.]

text | idk some time after she asks grell

[constellates]

[she still has questions

and she has a good memory, which is why she's going to go ahead and send a text to this person that her auntie told her about!]

excuse me mr. Izunia. my name is Anya.
I hope I'm not bothering you but I have a few questions on behalf of Ms. Grell Sutcliffe
her happiness is very important to me and since there are things that I do not know, I thought it would be best to ask you directly?
if you could please respond, I would appreciate it very much. thank you!

[daemonized]

[It's not the first time that Ardyn's gotten a text from a number he doesn't recognize, and to be honest, it’s unlikely that it’ll be the last. This one, however, has gotten his attention more so than the usual, for obvious reasons.

The reply comes only a minute or two later. A brief distraction from grading submitted essays, then.]

Hello, Anya. I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you might have regarding Ms. Sutcliffe.

[it’s like customer service at its finest.]

TEXT → FAST-FORWARD TO FEB 13

[tarotcards]

[ On the morning of the 13th, one day before Valentine's Day, a sudden text message appears from Ardyn's favourite nephew. It may have arrived at five in the morning (a whole hour earlier than everyone else, be flattered), but that's how important Ardyn is, okay. ]

Hello.

Through the tides of fate, you have been chosen to participate in this year's Valentine's Day event: Blind Dating. It is believed that no one should be alone for such an important day and as such, you have been paired up with another lonely soul.

Your match is with Sakuya Haibara. Please contact them to plan out your date for tomorrow.

However, if you and your partner do not know what to do, there will be a booth in Recollé Square for the sole purpose of assisting unsure or confused participants of the event. There will be date suggestions, booklets of pick-up lines, and refreshments.

Happy Valentine's Day.

- Cupid

PS: do you have a pair of binoculars I can borrow?

[daemonized]

[It's so early, who is texting him at 5 in the morning? (Not that he isn't already awake, because this man's sleeping schedule is all sorts of screwed to heck and back.) When he sees the text on his phone, however, a large part of him is not at all surprised.]

Thank you, Souji. I'll be certain to grab a book of pick-up lines before showing up to my date.

Why do you need binoculars? Secondly, why are you awake?

snuck into his pile of grading nowhere near anything turned in by one dante rantanen nope

[darkinferno]

	Imagined Memories / Hallucination Interest Group Help membership card Name:   Ardyn Izunia Member Since:   2/13 Member Profile:   Thinks monsters are real

WHAT AN ODDLY TIMED THING TO RECEIVE

[daemonized]

[Are you finding this as funny as you thought after you got your own regain Dante

are you

(This is totally going in his wallet, btw.)]

2/16

[mercurio]

hi i won't be in class today but noct should be on his way last i heard of him

[daemonized]

One out of two is 50 percent, which is still a failing grade.

[Though he's teasing, mostly. He's not one of those professors who expect each and every student to show up for every class. What a world that would be.]

Fallen ill, Prompto?

[playdolls]

[ A grinning selfie of a tiny jerk in a familiar jacket that is ridiculously large on Pitou's delicate frame. ]

Lose something?

[daemonized]

[Well. That's where it went off to, then. Another reason why he shouldn't indulge himself in bar crawls all that often.]

I think you may already know the answer to that.

TEXT → 02.23

[tarotcards]

Izunia-san, is it possible that I can sit in one of your lectures?

[ well... that was out of the blue ]

[daemonized]

[Out of the blue, indeed. But it's not as if Ardyn would say no to this request. The reply comes without much delay.]

You're always welcome to, though I can't help but wonder what spurred this on?

you know exactly when this gets sent

[mercurio]

HOW MUCH A LAWYER $ ??

[daemonized]

[how much

a lawyer

dollar sign.

Prompto. Wat.]

Are you asking how much a lawyer makes, or how much a lawyer /costs/?

[Also, it's late as hell? Not that Ardyn wasn't already awake, but what crazy shenanigans have you gotten yourself into, Prompto?]

5 mins later

[mercurio]

noct theres blood everywhere and nyx is gonna kill me
his new rug THE NE W RUG
hel!p DUDE WAKE UP

[daemonized]

[WHAT IS HAPPENING?

This thought echoes loudly in Ardyn's mind as he reads the other text from Prompto once. Twice.]

Ah, I see. You've become a murderer overnight, haven't you?

[Not... correcting him just yet that he definitely isn't "Noct".]

2/26

[standalonehuman]

Professor.

I've got a hypothetical question about privacy laws when you have a minute. Falls more under civil jurisdiction than criminal, though.

[daemonized]

I am more than happy to help you untangle the complicated mess that is privacy law, Togusa. What is this hypothetical question?

3/1; misfire

[judicatus]

Don't know if you happened to see it on the network, or if that idiot's been running his mouth off, but just in case. Let me be absolutely clear: There is nothing, absolutely *nothing* happening between myself and Officer Izunia. Or any Izunia, for that matter. Nor will there ever be, much as he seems to wish otherwise.

Not that it should matter to you, of course. Just wanted to make sure there wouldn't be any misunderstandings between us.

[daemonized]

[The Gods of Misfires have smiled upon Ardyn Izunia today.

He's confused at first, of course, having to read the text a couple of times before he realizes that, yes, perhaps this wasn't meant for him. Considering the wording "or any Izunia" seems to imply that much.

Still, how can he not make this the most embarrassing moment for Gabranth possible? There are too many avenues to explore.]

The lady doth protest too much methinks. Or the man, in this case.

Really, /any/ Izunia? You break my poor, fragile heart. Do you not find me appealing? Attractive? Alluring?

3/1

[darkinferno]

i don't know what to call these

they're not memories. i know i've never hung out on an island with two other kids planning on building a raft, i never had time for that sort of thing

but i could tell you the conversation word-for-word like i was standing there yesterday

i could tell you all the details, like the tree i was leaning against or the sounds of the wind and the ocean

it's too real to not be a memory, but at the same time i know it's never actually happened

[And it is Bugging him, if Ardyn couldn't already tell by how candid he's being.]

[daemonized]

[The fact that this conversation makes it way into being a private one is proof of it bothering Dante, without even having to deduce it from tone alone. Ardyn honestly cannot blame him; he's skewed his discussions about his second "memory" towards one-on-one texts, as well.

One might notice how Ardyn's usual flippant tone is rather lacking this time, as well. He's sometimes a smarmy bastard, but he's not purposefully thoughtless. Even to a student as snarky as Dante.]

I've been calling them "memories", you know. Because there is no other proper word for it.

I've seen things that cannot possibly exist, and experienced myself being in places I know I've never visited. But there is a lingering notion, whispering in the back of my mind, that they /were/ real. Despite the absurdity of it, I am one hundred percent confident that somewhere those monsters must exist. And that I was in a train car, with a blizzard blowing through it.

Don't you feel that same sort of certainty as well?

Secret - 3/3

[standalonehuman]

Togusa knows he was right about the Kotano Kato case.

[Googling the name brings up very little, she appears to have been a Recolle High student on the track team last year. No public information comes up about her more recently than a year ago, however.]

[daemonized]

[And google, Ardyn did. At least after he read this text a few times more, uncertain what to make of it. (And because his phone wouldn't do anything else until opened the blasted notification.)

Finally, he figures it's just easier to ask. He replies, though not completely convinced this was for him to begin with.]

Right how?

3/4・misfire (after the blackout)

[meshiakh]

Do you think he will be angry if I send him this?



[ Pictured: Joshua's corgi wearing Ardyn's hat. ]

i'm laughing

[daemonized]

[Why... is there a dog wearing his hat.]

That depends. What do you think of his sense of humor? Is it ill? Or generous?

[Note how he's not correcting that this is definitely the wrong number.]

3/3 - action

[erythristic]

[in the end, after thinking about it off and on, when she shows up to where Ardyn lives, she doesn't bring anything save herself. there had been the back and forth in her head about hospitality and manners and finally coming to the conclusion that she'd owe him, if anything. she'll make the offer at a point, that's what she ended up deciding, and now...here she is. knocking at the door, hoping she chose the right moment to show up.

really, since she doesn't know what to expect, she's decided to expect nothing and let herself go with it. it worked last time, it'll work this time as well.]

[daemonized]

[And it doesn't take long before the door swings open, and Ardyn is there to greet her, a slightly lopsided smile planted on his features, something that she might come to expect by now.]

Grell, you're right on time. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less than punctuality from a woman such as yourself, hm?

[He opens the door, stepping back to allow her in. (But not before a cat -- small, sleek and black -- slips out and meows, rubbing against Grell's leg with its tail high in the air.)]

Ah, I did warn you about the cats. [An amused brow lift goes here. Quite the welcome.]

3/11 late at night; misfire!

[darkinferno]

first off i'm drunk so fuck you

second, you weren't a bad girlfriend

tres: that's 3 in spanish

number 4: fuck 3 doors down

[daemonized]

[Okay, these misfires are becoming nothing short of hilarious. But Ardyn is starting to think that maybe Retrospec didn't have anything to do with this one.

Maybe.]

I will reply to these in order.

[Because why would he do the reasonable thing and ignore it? He's awake, anyway.]

1. That's quite rude. Have I done something to offend you in your drunken state? Then again, can you even parse long sentences at this rate, or should I stick to three word responses only?

2. And this is a /kind/ compliment, though equally baffling. Whose girlfriend was I? I feel as if I should remember this very unique relationship in my life.

3. That's correct. Oh, am I supposed to be grading these?

4. Please expand upon your disdain for 3 Doors Down, else I cannot give you full credit.

3/12

[standalonehuman]

[Ardyn will find an envelope from Togusa in his physical inbox at the University. The papers inside show an attempted electronic search through police records for the name 'Janet Wizeman' and returning no results.]

A post-it note stuck on the top reads: No such person in the city. Next-closest name match is a small-business owner.

[daemonized]

[The envelope is found early in the day, as Ardyn checks his physical university mail first thing in the morning. What he finds from Togusa is... well, perhaps not all that surprising, all things considered.

And yet it doesn't make it any less disconcerting. Retrospec continues to be a ghost; its employees are the same way, apparently.

He's half a mind to respond, and so later a text comes. It's purposefully vague, just in case Togusa wanted to talk about this briefly in person instead of using their phones.]

Received your mail.

3/12 way past midnight

[mercurio]

uh...sorry this week ate me up, as you can tell by the crazy hour
have you had any other weird dreams again?

[daemonized]

No need to apologize. I hardly expect for the subject of my "dreams" to ever be your priority, Prompto.

To answer your question, no. Just the same two lingering in my mind, for now. Monsters and trains. Yourself?

3/13?? ish??

[hjack69]

hey so im gonna be gone a few days
bigby wolf smashed a shot glass over my head and i legally cant handle dangerous machinery while on painkillers
i dont want this getting around bc of reasons so keep it under your fedora but i figure somebody oughta know where i am in case idk STUFF happens

[ because how could he not tell his bestie. ]

[daemonized]

[Okay, firstly: what.

Secondly: how can he not be concerned? Questions need to be asked here.]

Bigby did what? Was this a drunken accident?

misfire text, mid-afternoon

[twelfthspark]

Walking on campus. Just saw the exact moment some kid's life got ruined.
He's on the phone and just starts going "fuuuuuuuuuuuck" then follows it with "Are you sure you're pregnant?"
Made my day.

[daemonized]

[Well. Another odd text. He'd say this is becoming tiresome, but Ardyn can always garner amusement from these type of situations.]

Spoken like a true sadist! Did you walk up to him and laugh in his face as well? Do tell.

3/15

[erythristic]

[it's taken her a while to write this one, but she's managed a while of pretending her eyes are just fine - questioning looks from coworkers and Anya's worry aside. they're still strange.

it might be late, but it's not 3 am, at the least.]

is the offer to discuss fretting over things remembered still open?

[daemonized]

[Ardyn's in his study, laptop open at his desk. His phone buzzes quietly next to him, and when he sees who it's from and what the question is, it doesn't take him long to respond.]

It always is. Is that what you're doing, fretting?

adds to the thread pile IDK IGNORE THIS ONE IF YOU WANT

[hjack69]

ardyn i remembered a new thing but its one of those things that involves my fuckin NUTS otherworld sex life
i mean its not JUST that but its
mostly that
do you want to hear this thing or would it be weird or

NEVER IGNORES

[daemonized]

You've already started this conversation, Jack, you can't possibly leave me hanging now.

[If it has to do with memories, then of course he wants to hear it. Potentially awkwardness or otherwise.]

3/19 lmfao

[mercurio]

[he wakes up in a cold sweat, stumbling out of bed with the desire to flee. he does do that, in fact, running out of his apartment where it feels stuffy and suffocating and unwelcoming. it's after the cold air hits him and several minutes of running later, that he notices that rufus came following after him, the dog whining at him in concern as prompto comes to a stop, way away from viea village.]

[it's also then that he realises that he is not only in his chocobo-patterned sweats and a non-descript shirt and barefoot, but that he's also in front of professor izunia's home.]

[he's catching his breath, looks down at his hands, and finds himself still shaking.]

[it's still way too early in the morning, still dark out, when prompto decides to sit himself in the front porch against the door. the motion-sensor light flickers on, but he pays it no heed. rufus keeps whining before settling on prompto's lap.]

[that was a scary dream. he can't remember what it was, as it tends to happen with dreams, but he can't shake the feeling of fear for his life away. he closes his eyes, and tries to rest. he'll head back when the sun's out.]

[daemonized]

[Ardyn is thankfully(?) a bonafide night owl, and he's passing by his front door (via hallway that connects to the living area) when he notes from the little front window that the motion-sensor light is on. It's easy enough to dismiss it as a stray neighborhood cat wandering by, but he's inclined to check by peering out and-

Well. It's not exactly a cat, per se.

A moment later, the front door swings open, and Ardyn glances down to see his not!student half-asleep on his porch with Ruffles in his lap-- that is, if Prompto doesn't fall backwards from having lost the object he's been leaning on]

Prompto?