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Indie FFXV Ignis Rp [Side] Blog. M!A: Accepting Icon art by Destiny-Islanders

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[fireyknowledge]

15thighwind:

@fireyknowledge continued

     “Oh now how’d I know you’d forget?” Shaking her head, she actually put effort into it this time and pulled him up from his seat. “Might not be important to you, but I think it is.” Once he was up, she brought him out to the couch. When he was sitting again, she finally pulled the bag out from behind her back and sat it on his lap. Moving to sit next to him, she reached up and pressed another kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday Ignis,” she said softly, smiling.

“Forgot what?” He asked, letting himself get removed from his seat. Ignis was suddenly running through events in his head of things he could have possibly forgotten but was coming up empty. He knew every important date that came to his mind. Every anniversary, every birthday-- Birthday. Oh. Of course of all dates to forget he forgot his own birthday. But that didn’t really matter to him. And it seemed everyone would remind him anyways. Having already given into her will, the man let her push him to the couch. He chuckled softly when she set the gift on him and sat next to him. “Thank you, Aranea.” With her settled he opened up the bag and pulled out the gifts one by one.

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[fireyknowledge]

The Dragoon hums to herself as she approached the advisor from behind. Leaning over his shoulder while he worked, she rested her chin on him a moment before turning to press a kiss to his cheek. With her hands behind her back, she gave a small grin. "Come on, break time you," she spoke, letting one of her hands move to playfully tug at him. (via. 15thighwind)

@15thighwind

He heard her coming before she even reached him. He kept his eyes on his work, though, not wanting to miss anything or mess something up. A small smile touched his lips when he felt her on his shoulder and it grew when she kissed his cheek. At her words Ignis blinked. Now? But this was important. Feeling the tug he looked at her. “A break? But I’m fine. Or is there something you needed?”

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

​┘ℑ┌  Ignis Scientia the name itself he knew the meaning to the moment it was spoken, that explained why he was immune to the fire that he sent the man’s way whereas any normal being would have roasted alive. Fire Knowledge in Latian this man was one of the chosen emissaries of the Astrals, more importantly, his, in particular, that was the only reason Ifrit could not kill with fire. With this sword, he very well could, but this was quite the rare opportunity that arose… 

❛Thy name co-resides with fire, doth tho know thy true meaning? Fire Knowledge, thou art an Ambassador of one Astral in particular.❜ The rest of the other’s words were ignored as golden hues remained locked, nor did he care about the resummoned daggers mortal weapons such as those could not harm him.

The other’s words caused confusion to etch across Ignis’s face. The blonde lifted an eyebrow at him. ‘Ambassador for one Astral.’ How could that be? “I know what the translation of my name means.” But it was just a name. Wasn’t it? “Don’t you think I’d know of something of such import? Someone would have told me.” Unless...no one else knew either. This can’t be true. Besides the Astral connected to fire was long gone. At least, as far as he knew given the war 2000 years ago.

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[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

 ​┘ℑ┌  The anger from the other caused Ifrit to narrow his golden hues, hand moving to uncross itself for a rather ornate and LARGE sword to appear. One that did not look to be in place within such a humans hand, while fire could not hurt this man this would be able to without any hitch. ❛Thy name.❜ Pointing it in the other’s direction the intent to kill hung heavily within the very art itself, the mist receding from such an unseen intense flame.

Even at the sight of the blade Ignis’s glare kept. No, he was not looking to die this day but his life was nothing next to Noct’s. If he were to die keeping this man away from him so be it. “My name is Ignis Scientia. And if it is my king you seek to harm-” He summoned his daggers back to him, grip tight and this time ready for a strike “-I will not lead you to him.”

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

​┘ℑ┌  … Unharmed? Shocking considering the amount of force he put behind that attack with the full intent to kill, yet it only appears to have made the other’s skin warm with some flames flittering about likely remaining from the attack. There was no way it would have done nothing even if it didn’t kill the man before him, so then how was he able to negate all damage, not even a fire charm would have prevented something so deadly. 

❛… What is thy name?❜

Recovering from his shock he looked toward the other man when he spoke. His temper quickly flared and he stood dusting himself off while giving the iciest glare he was capable of. “I really don’t think I’m at liberty to give such information to the man that attacked me unprovoked.” Ignis usually left the growling to Gladio but his anger burned with the intensity of the fire that had slammed into him and he couldn’t stop it from coming out.

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  ’Are you afraid’ Were the words that ran through his thoughts while staring at the man before him, that swallow and tone of his voice showed as much. So this was the little bands main source of intelligence when it came down to it, it would be a great asset to knock a peg off even if Ardyn never asked for it. A part of Ifrit always thought him to be to engrossed in his plan to see the truth, that these little merry men could very well be the end of it all if given the opportunity to grow and fester further. With yet another deadpan stare he shifted only enough to cross his arms, white fabric covering his chest further as he pondered something. ❛The King Of Light shall not miss thy presence.❜ Once the words were spoken a wave of fire jutted out from the ground in front of him, resembling a dragon as it shot in the man’s direction with a ’roar.’

Those words shot shock through Ignis’s entire body. What?! How on did he know about Noctis? He didn’t have time to figure it out before the dragon made of fire came at him. Unable to really move the blonde stepped back and tripped over a stone behind him. The fumble of his feet and the force of the dragon plowing into him had him on the ground and on his back. His daggers bounced out of his hands and out of reach. He expected immense pain and burning all over...but there was nothing. Just pain in his back from the fall. Not realizing he’d closed his eyes he opened them again and looked down at himself. He was...untouched by the flames. Yes, he could feel the warmth but there was no pain. He wasn’t even uncomfortable from this heat. Shocked and confused, Ignis sat up to examine himself further and...nothing was different.

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  The shift in the other’s position was well noticed by the Astral, yet made no clear movement that would spell out hostility. Through he was bemused by the fact that the man before him even though he could throw one of those things, if anything it would hit his fire field and disintegrate or shatter back into the unsummoned glass pieces. ❛I take it thou art a strategist?❜ The one line about seeing wood better in here struck him as a type of person, through golden hues remained deadlocked upon the other as the air seemed to heat up further than before. … Ardyn wouldn’t mind if he offed one of the silly prince’s companions, would he now.

That stare made Ignis involuntarily swallow. He really, really felt the need to run but where could he go? Camp was not an option at this point and the only option was running further into the woods to avoid him. Though, that risked him getting lost. “I am, yes.” He repeated himself to answer. He found himself praying that his voice didn’t hold his nervousness. The growing heat in the air only heightened his nerves. Without the mist for cover he might not be able to get away as easily.

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  ❛I take it thou art more … Perspective, then thy ‘companions.’❜ A funny thing to state in Ifrit’s mind considering the mortal before him wore glasses, something the Astral has known about for a long time as he used to wear a pair himself. Still did at oft times come to think about it, but ever since the war such a sight was rare. Another amusing fact was how he danced around just who his friends were, it was rather hard to miss that gods-forsaken sent and lasting light the so-called king of light left behind…

Something in the way this man said the word ‘companions’ had Ignis taking a step back. It just didn’t sit well in his mind. Almost as if he knew who Ignis was talking about. “I am, yes...” He wanted to go back to Noct and the others, tell them they needed to shift location to avoid this man but doing so may well lead the stranger to them. Ignis wasn’t about to let that happen. Instinctively, his grip on his daggers adjusted, now holding them in a way that would make throwing them easy. Still he didn’t move to attack, unsure if he really needed to.

[fireyknowledge]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  While Ifrit could not fault the other man for the statement that he had just made, it only applied to mortals as an Astral could cause devastation just on their own. The grin written upon the infernian’s features would be difficult to read, he had to wonder just what man was doing out on his own with such a cautious nature. ❛Why art thou on they lonesome with such knowledge?❜ Surely this mortal had friends and he knew very well that he did, the only thing Ardyn lacked to mention were their names.

The smile on the other man’s face made the Strategist nervous. More nervous than he’d like to admit. And it reminded him vaguely of someone... He didn’t dwell on that thought long, wanting to stay focused on the man before him. “Merely looking for firewood. Easier for me to spot suitable wood in this damp than my companions.” Yes, he was being vague on purpose. He traveled with the King of Lucis after all. Not everyone would prove to be friendly toward them.