eagle out

Independent rp blog for Pelna Khara from Final Fantasy XV Kingsglaive. May contain spoilers and NSFW material.

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Slides him a cheesecake. 8)

@astrayeus

“Did you make this? Is this for me...?”

His fingers were already itching for the fork and his eyes were more or less glued to the shiny surface of the cake.

[larmoyante]

It takes close attention to see what is happening in front of you. It takes work, pious effort, to see what you are looking at. He was mesmerized by this, the depths that were possible in the slowing of motion, the things to see, the depths of things so easy to miss in the shallow habit of seeing.

Don DeLillo, Point Omega (via larmoyante)

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On the outskirts of Lucis, the land is barren, and the windsdry and unforgiving. The sun was slowly sinking behind the hazy, very distantsilhouette of the devastated metropolis. The sky was a dull turquoise giving awayto sickly yellow. Bands of shadow, anchored to the foot of craggy hills,stretched across the cracked earth. In the shelter of a salvaged van with twobusted windows, Pelna rested with Rem beside him.

He watched the clouds crawl by and felt the temperaturegradually drop as dusk approached. They were refugees –no, they wereadventurers. Voyagers with a vague but noble goal. There was no doubt that hewas disillusioned; the glaives were gone, as was the kingdom. He was just gladthat in the past month or so that he had ran into Rem, he no longer had to dwellon it in the fleeting company of fellow travelers.

Pelna heard Rem shuffle, and then he felt the gentle warmthof her palm on his chest. The intimacy of the touch startled him but given theskerrick space and the quiet hour he didn’t move away. The gleam of her crimsoneyes in the approaching darkness was strange and unnerving but he was growingaccustomed to it.

“Are you all right? Are you cold?” Pelna asked.

Heturned, already reaching for a spare blanket from the back seat.

[sumsatis]

More and more it seemed like he was the one left behind to entertain himself while the rest of his friends went out. Then again, he mostly did that voluntarily. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around and be the odd one out of the pairs. So, he’d ended up watching whatever he came across as he mindlessly browsed the internet.

Taking the juice, Prompto shrugged before rising slightly to dig around in his back pockets. “Let’s see,” he drew out as he pulled his wallet along with a few wadded up pieces of paper, bills, and spare coins out. “I’ve got… six bucks. Maybe two more in change if we’re really trying. We could go and find a party. It’d probably cover whatever charge they’ve got for providing shitty beer. Or we could go out and get our own cheap booze and just have a party of two.”

Beyond that, he couldn’t think of anything too thrilling. With a small laugh, he handed the money over to Pelna. “Worse comes to worst, we can go listen to drug stories from pool boy.” 

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The image of their crumpled notes on the coffee table was so sad that it made Pelna laugh with one hand pressed to his eye.

“I vote for a party of two. I’ll listen to pool boy’s drug stories if I’m smashed. Maybe.”

Pelna stood, tucking their combined money deep into the back pocket of his jeans. Getting drunk wasn’t his usual idea of fun but things could certainly be more entertaining from the POV of hazy eyes, poor judgement and no sense of balance. He must be at his wit’s end to conspire a scheme like this with Prompto, but he was also very glad he had agreed.

The night air was chilly, and the campus was empty save the odd wild rabbit scampering across the dewy grass. Under the weak, yellowy streetlights, their bodies made dancing shadows on the weed-infested pavement.

Pelna squinted against the glare of illuminated fridges once they reach the supermarket. This was possibly a terrible decision, yes. They settled for a half-dozen miniature liquor bottles, which the cashier scanned with an odd mixture of judgement and boredom on her face. She didn’t even check their ID.

The glass clinked inside the plastic bag as they shuffled out.

“Did we just waste ten perfectly good bucks? Should we have gone to McDonalds instead?” He brought this up out of the blue, half way back to the dorm room.

[sumsatis]

Sighing, Prompto leaned forward and looked at the flier once more, elbows resting on his knees as he read. While the place didn’t sound like it was the best — not like he expected it to if they could afford it — Pelna had a point about it being better than where they were.

“Look, I’m not saying ‘yes’ right now, but I’ll say we can call and find a time to check it out in person. I’m not trusting any flier for what the place is actually like.” As long as it was cleaner than this place, there was little doubt that he would said yes. “And I’m holding you to that offer if we do move.”

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“You don’t have to say yes now,” Pelna conceded, plucking up the ad from a clean corner to ascertain the contact number. “We can consider it as a starting point even if we don’t like the place.”

By now he had lived with Prompto long enough to know his class timetable off by heart, so he only consulted him about his weekend plans before dialling the number. The old woman on the other end of the line spoke like a rattling washing machine, so there was a lot of ‘sorry could you say that again?’ and ‘huh?’s on his end. But she sounded kind enough. Pelna jotted down the date and time on the ad, and had to say thank you two times before he hung up.

As if on cue, the distinctive footsteps of Jock 1 and 2 started to echo through the corridor, and Pelna looked toward the doorway, shoulders instinctively tensing.

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@fieryknowledge

The atmosphere was thick with sleepiness and poorly ventilated air -Pelna was surprised by how bored he actually was, despite the topic of discussion. Book clubs were for nerds, yes, but the party gathered around a vague centre in a library meeting room included a guy who looked like he had fought a panther in a jungle and survived, and a girl who might actually be a witch.

Pelna almost felt out of place because he was so comparatively normal to the point of blandness. There was a nagging pain in his temples that prevented him from keeping track of the conversation, so he found himself looking at the people instead -how their expressions changed mid-dialogue, how they shifted their weight in their chair.

He was relieved when the talk finally came to an end. The group dispersed, apparently uninterested in prolonging conversation. But the guy at the side, in front of the pot plant, took his time to get up. He had been more or less rock still during the meeting, and his face was so stern Pelna wondered if he found the whole thing an intellectual sham. He recalled from the awkward self-introductions that his name was Ignis.

Something compelled him to proverbially reach out; it was a rare chance to get to know a student from another faculty.

“Was this your first time here? It went longer than expected,” Pelna offered with an uncertain smile.

[serviant-deactivated20181216]

                && (  —— in your eyes, )

                          she is a GODDESS in human flesh.

                && (  —— and you are a mortal )

                          craving the DIVINE.

                                                     gentiana of final fantasy xv.  ⁞  promo credit.

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Shit, the place was a mess. It wasn’t his place, either. The apartment belonged to some guy called Max who was more of Sirius’ friend than his, and that’s partially why he had ended up tagging along to a party that he had hardly enjoyed a second of. Everyone had either left or were still passed out, strewn about the place like old plastic bags that had spent too long sitting in the sun. Pelna carefully navigated around a body and his next step almost sent him toppling. The sole of his sneakers was left wet and sticky with -whatever that was.

He found Sirius finally, reclined upon the sofa between (between?) two other dudes who were possibly not wearing pants. Sirius was, thank goodness, wearing pants. He was also wearing what looked like a superhero cape. There was nothing superhero-y about the way it was tangled all around him, however.

Pelna reached out cautiously to tap Sirius on the shoulder.

“Hey, wake up already.”

[corvidics-blog]

| ♞ | - “This job never gets any easier,” Crowe sighed, exasperated. Niflheim seemed to have a never ending supply of troops. Many of them were well versed in the art of combat, but so many others were just cannon fodder. That was the empire’s main assault tactic, overwhelm the enemy with numbers and then destroy them in one fell swoop. “You think they’ll let up any time soon?” The brunette asked.

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“It never gets any easier but we’ll just keep adapting to get better at it,” Pelna returned with a wide smile. It was kind of a joke because god knows their energy reserves were going run out eventually. The weather, plus the unexpected number of enemy troops, had depleted their ammo and supplies to a concerning level. If they didn’t make a definitive victory today, then they would probably have to retreat and lose the stronghold that they’ve managed to defend for the past five months. The loss would be a major setback to the troop, to say the least.

The plan had been to run the Nilf’s towards a craggy hill and to have half the glaives hidden there sweep them clean with an aerial attack. Unfortunately the band of enemies had been more than they could handle, so the Nilf’s were at present too scattered for them to go through with the original tactic. Pelna pressed his fingers to the comms, filtering through the frantic shouting and gunfire to retrieve the orders.

“I’ll cover you so you can regroup with the other magic users. Let’s try and bunch up those Nilf’s.”

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@cxrsebreaker

Pelna sat with arms folded over his knees, and he looked quietly toward the foggy glass, watching the raindrops scatter and dance. His neutral face tended to look melancholic, tired, or a mixture of both, so maybe that was why Bill had come up behind him to place warm hands upon his shoulders.

The touch surprised him and he glanced up with a questioning smile, but he began to relax when he felt Bill’s thumbs start to circle the tense muscles at the base of his neck.

“Thanks, Bill. You don’t have to, you know,” Pelna murmured, exhaling slowly. All the same, his eyes were already falling close as he yielded to the gentle ministrations.

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@hypersomnus

Noctis pursed his lips at that quip, pulling them down into a frown as he cast his gaze aside. Hoo boy– was it that obvious? Well, Pelna was a little wrong at least.

The prince grinned, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He always had fun teasing the ‘Glaives– though most of them weren’t as fun to torment as say; Nyx or Crowe. Noctis wasn’t very good at making himself known; though he was quite good at watching from the wings and drawing in information that way. He was a sponge, and learned very quickly. That was perhaps obvious from the fact that he knew who Pelna was despite them never being formally introduced– even if it really was just from watching from afar.

Honestly, the antics of the Kingsglaive was one of the few highlights in his day. He got bored with his current arrangement way too fast, especially now that he was done with school. The prince got away with sword training, the occasional diplomatic meeting– attended with Ignis to make sure he understood everything– and … a lot of video games. Truth be told, most of his time was spent goofing off with Prompto and trying to pretend that he was making himself very busy with preparing to be the next king.

“I mean, kinda– but I’ve not actually lived at the citadel for a while now. …That’s not really public information but you’re a 'Glaive so I guess it can’t hurt.” He chuckled to himself.

Ah yes, his father’s crusade to try and teach him some independence– in the end, it had really only made him rely on his retainers more acutely. He’d hardly eat or be able to care for himself if not for Ignis and Prompto (often while Gladiolus scolded them for babying him).

He glanced up, eyes aimed past the crush of city lights for distant stars that were barely visible.

“–And yeah, maybe I kinda slipped past the doorman or whatever. But nobody will notice until morning, at least.” That slight grin turned into one that was outright devilish; obvious that the prince seemed to pride himself on regularly giving his security detail the slip.

The mischievous glint in the prince’s eyes was a bit disconcerting, since Noctis could very well be one of those young royals who found entertainment in pranking unsuspecting glaives. And Pelna knew he was pretty susceptible to pranks given how trusting he was. That one time Luche tricked him into warping into a slime pool, for instance, was not so fun.

Pelna readjusted the paper bag cradled in the crook of his arm –in it were a few spare parts he’d scavenged from a vendor downtown that sold anything from computer parts to small engines. Fixing tech and reading was what he usually did on nights off, unless there was some kind of social gathering.

Pelna raised his eyebrows in surprise when Noctis revealed that he hadn’t lived in the citadel for quite some time. It made sense –the prince had done a pretty effortless job of blending in with the crowd so far, and that must be thanks to the mannerisms and speech habits he’d adapted to outside of castle life. That knowledge put him at ease somewhat, but still, he hoped that passer-by’s hadn’t caught on to the conversation.

When the prince looked toward the skies, his eyes gleamed with a somnolent shade of sapphire. Pelna wondered what freedom felt like from his perspective –if he got any besides this chance escape from his bodyguards.

“My lips are sealed, of course,” Pelna responded with a guarded smile. “So what are you plans now that you managed to slip out?”

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| ♞ | - “Therapeutic?” Crowe asked, a puzzled look on her face and in her tone. “How is drawing therapeutic? How can you find needing your art to be perfect therapeutic?”

The brunette was a perfectionist in everything she did. From combat to making her bed, Crowe needed everything to be exactly how she wanted it. And drawing was not her forte.

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Pelna pressed a fist to his mouth to suppress the laughter that threatened to bubble over.

“What’s this about perfectionism when you drew a cartoon dog on a takeout box?” he teased. “Look, let’s make it abstract. You can’t be a perfectionist when it’s just about paint splatters and scribbly lines.”

He rummaged around his desk before procuring a large, somewhat crinkled sheet of paper, and whatever stationery he had.

“I suck at drawing, just warning you.”

[justanassistant]

Since I’m awful at promos, how about one of those popular text posts? Reblog this maybe if you’d be interested in RPing with a sassy FFVII OC who primarily operates as a personal assistant for Tseng? [I recognize that that’s a pretty specific job, but lbr, there’s no way that guy is so legitimately organized without some help *side eyes argent-noir*]

Sideblog to @oracleofthegods ; no pressure to follow the oracle-princess, but that’s where I’ll follow back from.

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@eagleout

| ♞ | - “I’m not a child,” Crowe said with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. “I may not have a ‘childhood’ as you all put it, but I was perfectly fine. We don’t need to draw with crayons.”

[eagleout-blog]

“I know you’re not a child...” Pelna shut up for a moment, looking to the side sheepishly. (The pouting was kind of childish but he’d let that one slide in case he got thumped in the shoulder for the jibe).

“Not with crayons but you’re still cool with drawing in general? Let’s do it. I heard it could be therapeutic.”

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That dog was a one time thing nothing will ever be as great as that

“It’s not like you to call it quits so soon. I think we should make a day to draw together. I’ll bring the crayon.”

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