daemonized: (09)
ardyn izunia belongs in the garbage bin. ([personal profile] daemonized) wrote2017-09-19 11:45 am

RECOLLE IC CONTACT.

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


VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION


( old contact post here )
kittycaterer: (pic#11625615)

[personal profile] kittycaterer 2018-01-04 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Noctis exhales a sharp, frantic sort of sound. The distance he has is inconvenient to grab his practice sword, but he's conveniently fallen within reaching distance of the Engine Blade he'd let lean aside. It's not safe, it's not appropriate in this setting, but that's not exactly on the forefront of his mind for some reason.

Ardyn throws his sword down in a strike, which Noctis reacts to by closing his eyes, willing himself to move. And in a flash of blue light, he shifts away from the attack, leaving a glowing blue hologram of his previous position.

It gives him enough time to stumble and grab the Engine Blade, adrenaline dictating his every move. Noctis feels something in his chest tighten and wind up the second his fingers clench around the handle, and the energy he feels gives him ease of lifting the heavy, metal blade. With a rush forward, Noctis skids his feet along the grass as he slashes diagonally, seeking to knock Ardyn's weapon out of his hand in turn.
]

Try again!
kittycaterer: (pic#11847495)

[personal profile] kittycaterer 2018-01-05 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something... Shifts. It's not tangible. Not visible. But Noctis feels a strange shift both within and without him, warranting a look of defensiveness. His blood starts to boil and for some reason he's angry, and he's not sure why. Yet all the while, he feels this constant buildup of energy, something that's very quickly boiling over and burning.

And he feels... Good. Angry as he is. Noctis doesn't feel any strain when he moves the blade, and it nearly feels light as a feather. Something akin to certainty and preparedness washes over him the second he sees Ardyn conjure up his own blade from its unseen storage. Noctis has been aware of it for some time, but he hasn't seen it in action since he passed out in front of him.

But now, it's a whole other side. Noctis is forced to work quickly, blades clashing with a loud clang that echoes through their surroundings and he feels his body jolt. Strength he never knew he had kicks in instantaneously, and Noctis is able to shift himself away from the pressure. Another warp, another hologram, he turns on his heel to get out of the line of Ardyn's sword. He tosses the Engine Blade, something he has never been able to do and it flies far, digging itself into the top of a tree where Noctis disappears into thin air and appears dangling from the top.

He's out of breath, amazed at how easily he was able to do it, no illness to follow. And it weirdly increases his energy, kills the lack of ability to catch his breath where he may as well have taken a seat for a few minutes. Before long, he tosses the blade back down, mid-air where he grabs it to throw down into a downward strike.

He has no idea where this prowess came from, but he's too busy to reflect on it right now.
]