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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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[daemonized]

You give yourself not enough.

[But they've had this conversation before, haven't they? Besides, Ardyn is much more attuned to the redirection that's obviously happening right now; he's a lawyer, Dante, he can see it for what it is. He does it all the time himself, as well.]

I have. And I'll tell you, but I'm more than aware of you attempting to sidestep the conversation at hand.

[darkinferno]

[Ow. There's that pang in his heart again, a sensation he's felt more times than he cares to think about in the past few months.]

i'm just saving us both time and wasted effort here

[He doesn't want to hear more about the type of person Ardyn thinks he is. He doesn't want to compare it to the type of person he actually is, nor does he want to make the prof think that he's desperate for any sort of support.

(Not right now, at least.)]

lay it on me, what monsters have you remembered lately

[daemonized]

[He'll entertain him and change the subject... for now.]

Only one, actually. It's called a Behemoth, and it lives up to its name. A gigantic creature, much like a lion with two great horns on its head. I believe it fed on chocobos.

Well, it probably fed on anything smaller than itself, honestly. Ring any bells?

[darkinferno]

i remember behemoths, freya reminded me of them a couple months ago

i don't know if i'd call it like a lion though. the ones i remember had two curved horns that curved up out of their jaws and one pointed black one where a unicorn's horn would be

does that mean you had chocobos in your past? i haven't remembered anything about them yet

[daemonized]

[Wait.]

So you remember behemoths, too? How strange, for it to be the third variation I've heard of. Freya's were different than "mine", as well.

Yes, I did. I owned one, too. It was black.

[darkinferno]

don't tell prompto that, he might die of jealousy