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kaminoko:

@blndloyalty.

     is the saniwa kind?

       not him, per se, but the group of people that were called such. were they kind, or were they empty puppets which held no sign of a personality, of traits to be judged positive or negative? was he one of them, or had he cut those strings that manipulated him throughout his life?

       was he kind?

       kamui fears others. he fears those he did not give life to, those he could not call his swords. he feared human contact, feared contact with anybody who dared resemble those people who once mistreated him. but despite his inability of communicating with them ( it was too rare of him to do ), the sage never desired to others what he himself had gone through.

       – yes, the saniwa is a kind soul.

       ❛ uhm… excuse me…? ❜ and such was a man, in the middle of an intersection constantly looking both ways. was he lost? or maybe he was waiting somebody– but wasn’t it a strange place to wait for a person? ( in the back of the saniwa’s mind, anxiety ate at him. why have you decided to mind somebody else’s business? you’re making a fool of yourself. ) ❛ a.. are you looking for something? you seem lost. ❜ 

     This experience, this darkness, was new. Ignis had woken up at Hiraeth like this, had to stumble through hallways and up staircases like this without any way of helping himself. But he had to adapt in any way he could. In the very least, he could remember what had happened to him, and though his ailment was grim, there was no other way but forward.

     ( Even if he might never regain his vision, there were ways to understand his surroundings that he had yet to get used to; in the intersection of two different hallways, Ignis was doing his best to pay attention to where crowds of footsteps had been going, but the direction was lost in echoes and momentary distractions in distant slamming doors. )

     He was lost in the worst possible way, turned around, unsure of which hallway he even came from. And this person, stranger or otherwise, didn’t seem threatening at all.

     “Ah, I’m...” Ignis took a breath and turned his head in the direction of the voice. “...Lost, yes.”

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contrasting dispositions. | catherine/ignis.

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mvchant:

❝ so, you’re an ‘all work and no play’ kinda guy? that must get tiring after a while. ❞ one leg crosses over the other, then interchange, golden brow arching and palms turning upwards in a pragmatic notion, ❝ you know, you can pass your classes but still have fun. think of it as rewarding yourself for working so hard. doing the same thing over and over again definitely calls for some type of relaxation at some point, right? ❞ candidly, this was more of a task to pick the male’s brain, his solemn makeup serving as the gateway. an interesting being, yes, but his characteristics may very well be unalterable. in this case, such is acceptable, as it would not deter the female from gathering whatever information that was relinquished, ❝ I used to know someone like you, honestly, I never understood how anybody would do the same thing repetitively and not once go have a drink or two or go to a nice club or something, I promise, it won’t hurt you at all. ❞  

     Whatever he had to offer to anybody other than the crown prince and following entourage from his home was lost under stark disposition. Ignis was not cold, but absolutely blockaded, especially in the presence of a stranger with dubious intentions. 

     Nonetheless, they were at least classmates. For the sake of simplicity, he thought it best to be polite and go along with whatever point she was going for.

     “It would take more than these classes to make me so stressed that I might need a break.” From an incredibly young age, he was exposed to the most rigorous education that Lucis could offer; an adviser to the royal family would be expected to handle at least that much.

     No, real life was much harder to deal with.

     “But if you find yourself in need of a tutor, by all means ask.”

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neonbeamqueen:

She was glad that teleporting thing had opened up. It gave her access to a precious power source, allowing her a chance to recharge on the weekends. Which meant she didn’t have to conserve as much now, though it probably wasn’t a bad habit to keep. Still, training was more fun when she could let loose a little, finally being able to practice immobilizing targets without neutralizing them. 

Aiming was definitely hard work, and she hadn’t quite realized how out of practice she was. But all the more effort to ensure she only hurt the people who deserved it, and not innocent people. Not anymore. 

“Not bad,” she mused to herself, mimicking the way Augustine had almost taunted her back in Curdun Cay. “Could be better.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead and paused when she realized someone else was standing there and..staring? He was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn’t really tell, but then he spoke up. Honestly, getting lost in this place was too easy.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Fetch answered, waving her hand. “I was about to take a break anyway.” The water bottle she’d brought in with her probably wasn’t as cold now, but she’d gotten caught up in the rush of fighting. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins though it was making her feel a bit sluggish now that she’d stopped moving.

“You lost then? This school is a pretty big maze..” If it were Delsin, he’d offer to help the guy, right? “Can’t promise I know my way around but where are ya tryin’ to go?”

     So it was a school.

     He’d thought just as much from the conversations he was able to overhear around him during his walk through the building, but hearing it confirmed directly was a bit of a relief ( even if knowing it was a school didn’t do much other than clear up his immediate confusion; he still had no idea why he was there, or who else was there with him ).

     Whatever notes were given to him upon arrival were lost details, though they still remained in his pocket — if he could trust this person, he ought to ask...

     From the volume of her voice, he took an educated estimate as to where in the room she stood. Or, at least her general vicinity. With this in mind, he made his way as steadily as he could, stopping where he figured to be a comfortable enough distance away so as to not seem threatening. She was just in combat training, or something akin to it, after all.

     “If you don’t mind — ” Ignis pulled the welcoming note out of his pocket and held it out, hoping the scarring over his eyes would be enough silent indication that he couldn’t read it himself.

     “Might you tell me what this says?”

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strikes another pose. hello, hiraeth, it’s me again.

i’ve put up some general information about ignis over here on this page as a quick summary of his stats for references in starters and for plotting purposes!

i’d also like to make this another starter call, this time just for 2. i’m getting onto the replies that i owe, so expect those soon!

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contrasting dispositions. | catherine/ignis.

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mvchant:

@blndloyalty + ♡.

( && ) at first, catherine did not notice the influx and faces of students that would pour into the classes each time period, but today proved to be different. fifth period : stealth and camouflage. azure hues glance around at the students that occupied a seat in their respective areas, and though she too took her seat and pulled out a notebook, there was no helping the sight in peripheral vision that rung of familiarity. the notebook falls atop the desk and catherine turns in her chair, an inquisitive countenance meeting an appearingly pensive one, ❝ — ah, if i’m not mistakened, you were in my other two classes, right? coercion and demonology? ❞ a pause, ❝ and here you are again, with that same serious face. you know, it won’t hurt to smile for once. ❞

     Ah, to be recognizable. If Ignis had the choice, he would have gladly gone through his classes without attempting to single himself out, but at least this familiarity that his fellow classmate seemed to have with him was out of repetition instead of the scarring on his face.

     If other students were looking, he had no way of knowing, but he spoke as if it wouldn’t make a difference either way. ( Would it have? Sparing it a brief second of thought brought Ignis to the conclusion that, no, it would not have. )

     “Serious is correct,” he started. “I plan on passing whatever classes I take part in. And if I’m given good reason to smile, I will.”

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     Without a guide to aid him, Ignis was very much so in the dark as to his whereabouts. That small detail hadn’t changed since he got there. His information came purely from overhearing small details in loud conversations passing him by as he walked down the hallways and gave an effort to at least familiarize himself with part of the building.

     Surely enough, he heard the sound of conflict rising in the distance. There was no way for him to figure out that it was a training room until he stepped near and was able to distinguish the actual words being said ( rather than the ruckus surrounding them ). Combat training. Of course a place like this would have combat training.

     If it seemed like he was staring, he didn’t mean for it to look that way.

     “I apologize if I interrupted you,” he said quite formally as the noise quieted down. “Merely trying to find my way around.”

there’s enough room for training two, isn’t there @neonbeamqueen ??

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     It was only on account of graceful Hiraeth students that Ignis was able to find his classrooms. Being unable to read the map that he was given was a cruel fate indeed. Not being given a cane was another. He wasn’t used to this — not at all. In fact, he must have bumped himself into enough desks throughout the day to give him bruises of varying colors.

     The last class of the day was no exception to this. At this point, it must have been in the double digits that he found himself stumbling into someone else’s desk and nearly falling over. It was Embarrassing. Frustrating. He could hear something drop on the floor, and immediately bent to pick it up, wherever it had fallen.

     ( Never in his young adult life had he thought he’d ever be back in school as it was, let alone in a classroom away from Lucis and without his vision ).

     “My apologies,” he said to the owner of the desk. “This is yours, correct?” In his hand, he held out the book that had fallen on account of his mistake.

please excuse him, @blxkebowdonna !!

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     Something was nagging at the back of his mind.

     There was no doubt that something was wrong with his new surroundings. Whether it was the subtle sense of magic or the empty feeling of an echoing hallway, Ignis couldn’t pin it down. In this place couldn’t feel comfortable at all, tense from the very moment he opened his metaphorical eyes. But his own comfort was the least of his worries. The marks on his face didn’t give him any pain, and for him, that was enough.

     No, every other piece of his conscious mind was occupied with thoughts of the prince that he had spent his life next to, taking care of. Were the both of them there? Would Ignis’ half-empty arsenal of senses lead him in circles?

     Standing still was not an option. Not for him, and not for Noctis. And Ignis had enough faith to believe that wherever Noctis had ended up, he could hold his own with or without Ignis. ( A despicable idea, wasn’t it? But one this tactician might have to warm up to, no longer being the fully capable companion that he started off being ).

     Without a cane and having never experienced the world like this, there was a fair amount of tripping and catching himself on the floor. Frustrating. Anger-inducing, even. But he pressed on nonetheless, until he found himself stopping and taking a listen at the base of one of the many staircases in the school.

     The gentle sound of a familiar snore hit his ears, relief immediate to follow. Then there was the patience — carefully, he sat himself on the stairs next to the familiar noise, rested his elbows on his knees, and waited.

come back from the world of dreams, @ncxtis !!

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     By some grace of the Gods, Ignis had been able to stumble his way through the steps and changing hallways of Hiraeth Academy ( though, he truthfully couldn’t name where he was even if it was written in bright, bold letters ). Whatever magic surrounded the building, he could almost feel it in the air, giving him a vague sense of direction and guidance. While he was grateful for it, considering his inability to read the map so generously offered upon his arrival, he dwelt on the powers that kept it in check. Something powerful was there; it was only a matter of what and what kind of threat it could pose.

     He couldn’t panic, and he wouldn’t. Instead, he listened with every ounce of concentration that he could spare for a pair of familiar footsteps or the voices he could have picked out of a crowd even when he had his sight.

     Before he could come across anything substantial, he felt a suspiciously lingering presence behind him; while he couldn’t hear anything, it was like the feeling of being watched. Like a sixth sense was activated — that went beyond any physical boundaries. Someone, or something, was there.

     Ignis took a solid half-second to devise a plan of how to approach the situation, and turned around to face what he believed to be watching him. 

     “Is there something you want?” It wasn’t poison dripping in his voice, but austerity. “I have no doubt there are more informed people here to be following.”

he’s got his sights set on you, @00060204 !!

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