Runt of the Glaive

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The days have an overcast hue to them. If one is lucky, they might get the strangeness of a sepia filter washing out over the landscape, and if they are not so lucky, the world is swathed in greys ever turning to black til the barest hint of light decides to filter out again, fighting against the darkness like they all are.

At least, that’s how it’s meant to be. Working together, bringing back the light, bla bla bla, all that hope and glory stuff isn’t much to work with when you’ve not seen the sun in what feels like weeks.

Even the darkness starts to feel too bright, so upon seeing someone who wears shards of glass against their face (and they look tinted? tinted against the last vestiges of light?) the strange glaive decides to take action, stepping into the mans’ path.

“Glasses. Now.”

A demand. An order. No room for argument except this glaive is so damn tiny one might mistake them for a child if it weren’t for the battle-weary way they held themselves.

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The strange glaive in the oversized jacket stares at the woman, for the feat of actually fucking useful magic that the woman has used. For once, the urge to demand material goods from someone is swayed by the need for knowledge.

“Hey. How’d you do that?” They ask, brow creasing as they frown at the woman. “Make it all... assault-y and not... glow-y?” Those are most definitely the most mature and perfect words to use when asking about something, the pinnacle of pure adulthood and coherency right there.

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It’s probably a clue that this glaive in the too-large-coat is staring at the actual prince of Lucis like they’ve never seen the man before. As far as the glaive is concerned, they haven’t.

Everyone’s wearing black nowadays, it’s not so ‘royal’ in the world when there’s nary a washing machine operational between outposts. Sure, you could go into the clothes sauna but what’s the point when some Iron Giant or other daemonic asshole is gonna sneeze its nasty black ichor on you and just... mess your day up again.

The strange glaive sizes up the strange man, and decides that his shoes are the most valuable thing on him. They look sturdy. “Gimme yer boots,” They demand, and as an afterthought add, “An’ yer money.”

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@bestchocobro

Okay. Benefit of the doubt was a bust. Now he’s just kinda mad. He frowns and actually turns to face the stranger full on, arms crossed irritably over his chest.

“Nobody is trying to start trouble here. If you hadn’t noticed, buddy, the world is kinda fucked right now, and we’re all just trying to make the best of a shitty situation. So either you can get lost, go do somethin’ helpful, or I will have to kick your ass. And I reeeeally don’t wanna fight right now.”

He just came here to help fix up some lights, man. Why this?

The stranger doesn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that they’re rolling their eyes at Prompto’s speech. Next the blonde is going to be preaching harmony and good will toward men and, hell nah. That stuff ain’t gonna keep anyone safe in the long run.

“That’s what ‘m doing. Helping.”

Themselves. To you stuff. See? Perfectly simple logic, there.

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… what is even happening right now? This is the most surreal trip to the power plant he’s probably ever had. It’s not that he feels particularly threatened, more… affronted. Is this jerk asking for his weapons because they think he looks like a pushover? Rude!

“… y’know they sell weapons just down the stairs, right?”

He’s gonna give them the benefit of the doubt. Just this once. Because he gets that things are kiiiind’ve shitty right now, and that people are kiiiind’ve on edge.

“But yeah,” he adds, against his better judgement. “With everyone watchin’.”

"Yeah.”

The stranger agrees, they know that. There’s a guy with the stabby things and whatnot somewhere but he’s kind of competition. Or a source of gil. They’ve not decided yet what they’re going to do with the hoarded weapons but this man doesn’t need to know that.

“Also buys ‘em.”

Perhaps they should have demanded food instead? No one’s selling food. ....Yet. Yes, that will be the next approach. Hoard the food, sell it, profit.

Still need weapons to get off the ground, though.

“You don’t look like you’re gonna do it. So just hand ‘em over and you can go.”

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… is this for real? Like… he’s not being set up, right? This shortass is seriously trying to take his stuff? He’s almost too amused to be offended… though, not gonna lie… he’s a little offended. That’s rude, man.

“I don’t have any weapons,” he replies, which… is both true and not. They’re still in the Armiger, so while he technically has access to weapons, there aren’t currently any on him.

“And if I did, I’d kick your ass with ‘em.”

"Would you?”

The stranger doesn’t seem to be too perturbed with the promise of an ass-kicking, eyebrows raised in expectation. They’re not certain that they accept the lack of weapons as a valid excuse to not handing them over, but...

“With everyone watchin’?”

Their interaction quite likely hadn’t drawn too much attention, strange sorts abounding nowadays, but it always seemed a valid reason not to get an ass handed to them.

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There’s footsteps following behind the would-be-glaive and it’s setting their paranoia off mighty fierce. The entire town of Lestallum sets that paranoia off, if one were to be completely honest.

Another footstep, and the glaive turns on their heel to face the pedestrian.

“No.”

There’s a moment of deliberate bit of hesitation, and then the glaive in the over-sized jacket speaks again.

“This side of the street is mine. You... go over there.”

Demanding.

Or it would be, if, you know, they weren’t shorter than literally everybody in the town.

“Or gimme your jacket.”

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He stops mid-stride, eyes wide at the sudden personal space invasion. Did… did someone just snap in his face? Who does that? No one does that, that’s who. For a second or two he just blinks as the command settles, then he frowns and turns slowly to face the stranger.

He… doesn’t think he’s ever seen them before, so the likelihood of this being a joke seems…. kinda slim? Man… he hopes this doesn’t turn into a fight.. He’s really not looking for a fight.

“Uuuuhhh…. excuse me?”

"You deaf too?”

It’s... there’s not even an intonation of sympathy in that question. It’s almost more of an accusation, and the small stranger holds their ground. Why wouldn’t they? They’re obviously entitled to your weapons.

(Your armor doesn’t look useful.)

“You’re gonna die like that.” Like what? There’s no clarification but a nod to... the entirety of the man. “But you’re alive now so it means you got weapons. Give ‘em here.”

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In a normal world, one where social niceties were still a thing, one might go through the trouble of introducing themselves when they encounter a new face. Hell, they might even say a ‘hello’, or the shortened more colloquial version of, ‘hi’.

Instead, the blonde... royal retainer? Yeah. Whatever that meant, is greeted with a hand uncomfortable close to his face, a snap preluding the brusque order of, “Weapons. Now.”

The glaive-in-question is doing their best to look serious, but it must be hard to take a runt in an oversized jacket as any sort of threat. No matter how demanding they are.

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@securiis

It’s cool not remembering things. Really, really, it is. Half of your mind is black and then you wake up on some truck with some guy whom you can’t hear half of what he’s saying.

He’s going on about some king and magic and protecting people but you’re pretty sure you stole this coat. .... It’s too big, anyway. Everything’s kind of too big, too quiet on one side.

Leaning in closer to watch his mouth as he talks, the possibly-a-glaive, probably-a-jacket-thief, narrows their eyes and misses probably the last half of what the man’s saying.

“You know... you don’t move your mouth properly when you talk, right? It’s kinda slurry. Hard to see what you’re saying.”