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@noctis.sky

[fessus]

We need to talk.

[daemonized]

[Oh, look who it is. A little surprised, a little not.]

Do we?

[fessus]

We can do it like this or we can do it in person.

[ Not deterred. ]

actionnn

[verflair]

[ sometime shortly after this whole mess ]

[ Sure, the safehouse doesn’t exactly offer a lot of privacy, even less so with the newest batch of arrivals (minus two unfortunate souls) milling about, but X’rhun is aware that waiting for privacy will only make things worse. He has watched the situation between Ardyn and Noctis spiral out of control for far too long, and he feels somewhat guilty that it’s gone on for as long as it has. Time to put a stop to it.

So here he is, seeking out Ardyn wherever he may be, hands upon his hips and a stern expression on his face. ]

We need to talk.

[ And hello, or something. ]

[daemonized]

[And hello, indeed. What a tone that is, he thinks, straightening from his seat on his chosen cot — feeling nerve endings cry out in something that can only be described as deeply sore, the wound across his chest sewn up, patched up, but still fresh enough to remind him that it’s there.

Doesn’t stop Ardyn from inviting X’rhun closer with a sweeping, widening gesture of his arms.

He’s no fool. He knows what this is about. Yet never is that enough to quell the facetious air that hovers around him like a satellite.]

Do we? Well, here I am, and so… talk.

[verflair]

[ As if he would expect anything other than flippancy from Ardyn. Even in their most serious of conversations, Ardyn has ever had that air about him.

X’rhun’s eyes flick to Ardyn’s chest at the gesture, and he briefly wonders how that must pull at the wound he knows is there, an angry red reminder of the reason X’rhun is here now.

He takes the invitation to step closer but does not deign to sit. Instead he remains standing, his tail – allowed to be free and unhidden within the, well, safety of the safehouse – giving a terse little twitch. ]

I want to know just what you think you’re doing, goading Noctis and his friends as you are.

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

[september 18 -- letting noctis's admittance of the truth of the prophecy settle in him and take the shape of something he can handle, prompto finds it in him that he wants to talk to ardyn.]

ardyn lucis caelum, huh?
so how old does that make you

[daemonized]

[Ah, he doesn't expect texts from any of those from Eos, much less Prompto. It's surprising, and it plasters a grin on his features.]

So Noctis finally shared the truth with you? I had wondered how long it would take.

I'm from a time before the "Founder King" [yikes those scare quotes] though only just barely. The years practically and technically did run together.

So what do you think, then, Prompto?

@noctis.sky

[fessus]

[ Who is the last person you'd expect to hear from today? Probably a man who viewed you as the last person he wants to text. ]

I need to talk to you about a few things.

[daemonized]

[Well. His fellows from Eos are just full of surprises these days.]

Don’t tell me you’re going to try your hand at another truce? We all know how well that went the first time around.

@x'rhun.tia

[verflair]

Have you a moment? There has been a development regarding this newest batch of arrivals.

[daemonized]

How ominous. I'll set aside many moments for a statement like that.

@ojiro.juniper

[deicider]

Well, now that everything's calmed down a bit, when do you want to get dinner?

[daemonized]

Oh, and here I thought you'd have forgotten.

I'll not turn it down. Have you a preference?

@aranea.biggs

[merced]

you still alive or what

[ Maybe Aranea won't get an answer because he's face down in an alley somewhere after taking a knife to the spleen...

Wouldn't that be nice! ]

[daemonized]

Alive and kicking, as the saying goes.

[Sorry, no such pointed edges lodged into his spleen on this fine day.]

Disappointed?

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

hey

[why is prompto like this]

[daemonized]

What is it?

[Why is Ardyn like this...

Because he's of a mind that Noctis is gone.]

action!

[apathet]

[ thankfully "a tall man with red hair" is in this case a description attached to a name that doesn't, as far as she can tell, have anything to do with leprechauns, so along she trots. without leaving a return description... a short woman with brown hair just doesn't have the same ring.

anyway, he's right. he's difficult to overlook. arriving in the bar car, Laura sidles over and hops herself up on the bar stool beside his. ]

You the beacon I was looking for?

[ hi ]

[daemonized]

[Everything about Ardyn's body language exudes lazy — a lazy lean forward, a lazy lilt to his tone, the lazy way the glass filled with something golden-amber is brought to his lips before he bothers to offer a reply. But turning his head, an elbow leaned into the bar counter, he offers her a grin that’s sharp around the edges, as if carved from a knife. Just the default, really.

Unruly strands of (red) hair fall across his forehead, curling at odd angles. He huffs out laughter that at least sounds sincerely amused.]

Ardyn ‘Beacon of Light’ Sky, at your service.

[His free hand makes a little wavy gesture at her, the best greeting she’s going to get out of him.]

Laura, isn’t it?

[hi]

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

you're still around right?

[because of course ardyn is]

[daemonized]

[Of course he is. Something about this message is not all that surprising.]

I haven't mysteriously flown off to who-knows-where, if that's what you mean.

@margaret.carter

[revlon]

Mr Sky. I've just had the most illuminating lunchtime chat regarding our governor. I'd be interested to know if it lines up with what you've heard around your office.

[daemonized]

Hello, Miss Carter! How good to hear from you again.

I've heard a few rumors flying around, of course. It all seems to be a rather disorganized mess, but that's politics for you.

[Can you just hear the grin on his side?]

What was your little chat about?

[revlon]

[Bad username or site: margaret @ carter] has mentioned you.