Nov 30, 2018
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“Don’t tell me you’re getting too old to keep chasing me, my dear?” Aulea smirked as she turned in the middle of the back lawn, slowly taking a few steps back.
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@akingstale liked this for a starter
“Don’t tell me you’re getting too old to keep chasing me, my dear?” Aulea smirked as she turned in the middle of the back lawn, slowly taking a few steps back.
A King’s Tale: FFXV - Playstation 4 Lovely game, nice pixel art and good gameplay :)
Final Fantasy XV: The Old Guard by BurningArtist
Update 2 with Cid Sophiar! :)
STARTER: # 10
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It has been, a very long time, since Iedolas has met the King of Lucis. And to think, that he allowed his presence to be met here? Looking about the open building, crystal blue eyes rest on the circle counter as a chief does their work. Alltisia workmanship at it’s finest. Turning away, he slowly walks to the edge of the border, as he overlooks the waters. What a stunning place indeed.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly looks over and smiles gently at the group before him and his men. Alas, he was here. Slowly turning, he bows with a gentle smile before straightening ope as he walks to his guests.
“Alas, King Mors, it has been too long. We should have made these arrangements sooner. Dear, it’s been so long since I have seen you and the Oracle.” He straightens up a bit more and stops before the King. “I hope your help has been well.”
[ @ Clarus ] MULTIFACETED. [ me, sending you all the memesss]
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The magitek device was one Clarus had never seen before, and as it went off, in the chaos that followed, he leaped in front of the ray aiming for his king. It was blindingly bright, throwing everyone into chaos.
And as it hit. Clarus shattered into eight pieces of himself.
They were all dressed slightly differently, and most of them were dazed. One wasn’t though. Clarus’ Eagle, his Mother’s Son was dressed in all black. Before anyone else had time to move he’d pulled a knife and thrown it, killing the attacker. And with the other hand, a gun.
Clarus himself couldn’t warp, he could pull on other magics granted by the king. But Eagle-
Eagle could. With a cold expression he fired. Grabbing Regis around the waist and warping with the bullet. Onto a rooftop, across another, and down into a safehouse that only he knew of. The drain was exhausting, but he showed nos ign of it. Pulling his phone he sent out an order to the Crownsguard to secure the streets, and then broke it in half.
Ten months. Ten months Regis had been on the throne. And already this. He dumped his weak, beloved, king onto the ground. “This happened, because you are not strong enough, Regis. I have been too easy on you. On you. On Aulea. I will have to educate you both. It will be hard, the other parts of myself will look for you. But they will not have this place in their minds. This is mine,” he smiled, like a cat that had it’s prey. Like his mother.
Reaching down, crouching, he stroked Regis’ hair almost like he would a pet’s. “I will train you correctly this time. You and your wife. I know you love her.”
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“Do shut up little King. Your mewling is annoying.”
"Are you out of your damn mind!" The prince couldn't believe this, he had been away for two minutes. "You can't just go growling at Kings! Especially my father, he could have hung if he really wanted too." He says all this as he's placing an ice pack on Cid's face, frowning and obviously concerned for his dear friend. "I adore your fearlessness but this--- you can't push through." He then smiles faintly. "You do what I want to do everytime I see him though." [ cid pls ]
Cid scoffs at this as he sits on the ground of the garden, blood everywhere. “He could kiss my ass too while he is at it. I don’t care who he is, he could be a god for all I care and I will still call him on his bullshit.” The man growls before yelling and cursing as the ice was placed on his damaged face and no doubt broken nose. The man mutters something about the King being a lil bitch, and can go suck a behemoth’s dick, but it was unclear under the ice. Hearing the last part though, the man slowly grabs the ice and moves it enough as he peeks over it at Regis. “…Yeah…well…you are the Prince, be worse, if something happened to ya.”
“You were the hardest one to leave behind.”
MISCELLANEOUS / ANGST STARTER SENTENCES.
“Somehow I have a hard time belivin’ that.” Cid couldn’t even look over at the other.