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daemonized) wrote2017-05-31 06:29 pm
daemonized) wrote2017-05-31 06:29 pmopen rp post;
"The blaze, the splendor, and the symmetry,
I cannot see but darkness, death, and darkness."
[art credit.]
daemonized) wrote2017-05-31 06:29 pm
"The blaze, the splendor, and the symmetry,
I cannot see but darkness, death, and darkness."
[art credit.]
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Well, he'd be glad to.]
Then let me be blunt.
[Noctis might be pacing backwards, but the greatsword is large and its range long -- if swung in an overhead arc, especially while Ardyn shifts forward, the weapon has the potential to come crashing down directly onto his student. And that's exactly what he attempts to do, with a strength that might be surprising to anyone who was unaware that he possessed the capability.
(Please move, Noctis.)]
You killed me! Is that plain enough for you?
[Something that most might feel bitter about -- strangely enough, though his emotions run high in this moment, having died once by Noctis' hand (he doesn't remember the details of exactly how, he only remembers blades crossing like they did now, and the feeling of his very spirit crumbling away in the aether), the idea of having died does not add to his bitterness.
He's gleeful, almost, the way he says it. It's hard to tell. Ardyn is an array of emotions fluctuating in and out right now, a tide, a storm.]
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Ardyn lifts his blade as he gathers the breath to be blunt, and Noctis is given no time at all to prepare for the sudden throw-down of the giant weapon.
His eyes widen at the answer. He... He killed Ardyn? ]
--!
[ The weapon drops down, Noctis squeezes his eyes shut when he's so sure that the impact will come upon him. But a sudden flash of blue light temporarily blinds him. In that split second, he disappears for just as long, appearing on the other side of Ardyn's target, where he instead cuts through a few desks. They shatter with a loud crack.
Noctis feels sick. When his mind catches up, he realizes he's somehow dodged the attack and appeared elsewhere. Wild eyes look down to his hands as the remaining blue glow disappears, confused and nauseous. Those words echo in his mind and he can't seem to understand why it has to come to him killing Ardyn. He has no time to dawdle, but he's stalling because the idea of fighting back is equally horrifying as what's happening right now.
He doesn't recall killing him. Noctis does recall, however, that perpetual night. Daemons and Astrals. Their names escape him, but their cause and purpose lies within him. The level of understanding, however, is completely lost on him. Noctis tries to dig deep, to really try and grasp an understanding of why he would kill Ardyn.
His processing seems to take him in different directions. Noctis only barely recalls certain memories... A letter, news of a visit from the Chancellor of Niflheim. Ceasefire. Treaty.
An engagement.
Chancellor... Ardyn Izunia. It's but a single, wooden plank on the bridge to answers,
but enough to get something out of him. ]
Because you lied!
[ Nevermind the weird, sudden warp-dodge that makes no sense. Noctis feels enough of a surge to get right back in the fray. He jumps to a chair, gaining height as he hops off of it to strike downward. ]
You manipulated your way into the Crown City, destroyed it to empty the throne and steal the Crystal for the Empire--
Killed the Oracle!
[ It's starting to come back. ]
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He doesn't press forward to attack, not just yet. Like a fisherman (the irony in that), he's pulling and tugging at that line. Ripping out more remembrances from Noctis' head if he can, even if it's cruel, even if there's nothing gentle about it.
That's right. Now you-
[Ah, and the blade comes up to block the other's. It pushes back against him, but he just pushes forward again, making no move to attack just yet.]
-remember. What else, Noctis? Tell me. Yes, I killed her. Yes, I wanted the Crystal, but it was not for the Empire. It was to make you strong again, not like how you are now. Think.
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[ The greatsword makes a large impact as it strikes down again, The Sword of the Father is tough enough to withstand. But Noctis' arms are sore and screaming. He grits his teeth as he's forced back a ways, body bending backwards.
Normally, memories come in short, fast flashes. And perhaps one, maybe two at a time. Never has he experienced so many reminders at once, and each one makes him sicker than the last. Over the span of time in Recolle, one memory has horrified him to no end. They Crystal, being dragged in and swallowed whole.
Ardyn watching him.
The connection had never been made until today, but with what occurs before him, it isn't surprising. Noctis feels his throat constrict, his insides churn. Ardyn urges him to remember more about the following perpetual night, of... Something...
Providence.
The word pangs at his skull and makes his eyes burn. There's a flash in Noctis' gaze that suggests another light bulb being lit. Noctis' grip slips, causing the blade to tilt. The prince falls to his knees, still trying to keep Ardyn's greatsword from falling down upon him. ]
Stop!
[ His voice cracks. The memories have horrified him for ages now, and having them all forced into him one after another starts to hurt. Knowing that he's a part of this larger, horrific purpose, that he'll lose his friends and die alone...
A means to an end. There's a notable change in his disposition when that conclusion is drawn. That's all he is. ]