"No, no, go left! Oh, now look right! Woah, what a shot! You're pretty good at this!"
"Hah! I'll chalk it up to beginner's luck!"
What game is he playing? Wrong answers only.
Came up with a silly little non-canon something for my own name-day prompt. (Non-canon bc what the heck do I even do with putting Nevermore into ffxiv.) But you know what the two braincells can have fun together for my enrichment.
(Also I realized it got cut off in the screenie and looks a tiny bit awkward, but Nevermore is sitting on his own leg. He has the 'can never sit normally' disease.)
(Might have been rather inspired by @windupbastion's ask, specifically the environment one. The focus of this - his identity - is definitely an added factor as to why he favors deserted/uninhabited places like this.)
"At that age, I'm sure you have TONS of exp!! (That's a good thing!) Purple's more my color, but this 'Warrior of Light' guy's got the 'red' thing covered, I think!"
"I don't usually wear stuff like this-...hopefully it looks good?"
"Ehhh~! You'll fit right in! Let's go party already!"
A very happy birthday / nameday to Mahkali of @magitekandmayhem! Your words, tags, and compliments in your reblogs never fail to bring a smile to my face, so it was nice to be able to do something for you! Thank you for all the support you give and everything you do, this was a real treat!
"Just my luck to get caught up on a job, huh-? Well, Shi-"
Does this count as fashionably late? Who knows. Oh well, Nevermore brought his cute lil alien/sea-angel boyfriend along! And he knows he looks Damn Good in purple!
"So-...got any games to play?"
Happy nameday/birthday to Ravnur & Ren! @ravandfriendsxiv! And thank you for the prompt!
The thought broke through it's mind, burning light bleeding through it's sensitive senses, a distant wailing sending a deep and primal fear through it's translucent body. It trembled slightly, causing the stagnant waters of its prison to ripple. The violating wails from the space outside were soon drowned out by a different sound—not as glaring or dangerous in it's intensity, but rhythmic in a way that felt oddly-…soothing.
The figures outside, the 'white coats' as it knew them, were scurrying about. Perhaps there truly was a predator nearby to fear? It was hard to see them, the bright, burning glow beyond it's cage being far too much for it, ebbing and flowing in it's severity—yet, eventually, it knew the white coats were all gone. Their words were harsh before it could sense them no longer.
"I don't care who he is! Someone just deal with him already!"
"He's mocking us! Playing that stupid 'music' over the speakers! Someone get that blasted intruder!"
It felt exposed. It was left alone, in it's cage. It needed help. Needed to touch… It reached out a translucent 'hand'…
Then—there was a new sound. A new voice.
"Man, you guys have really gotta up your security, those sentry bots were built like five sols ago~!"
It wasn't like the usual 'loud voice' that spoke throughout the space, without any heart or rhythm. It was-…different. New. Suddenly, a loud thud sounded from within it's chamber, the water within shifting and slowly pulling downwards. Was it time for 'tests'? That's what this usually meant. It couldn't remain like this. It needed legs. Clumsy, heavy legs, curled up beneath it as the weightlessness of its home was slowly drained away and his clear prison door was opened to the dry air.
Everything was louder now, but this-… 'music'? It didn't dislike it. It definitely preferred it over the wailing. The burning lights cooled, replaced by a more familiar, more welcome color. Where had it seen it before…? Now, it was exposed to the outside, the black box around its prison, where the white coats looked at it and spoke among themselves—and in the back of that space, a knocking rang out. Once, twice, three times and a panel broke loose. Legs dangled down from the top of the space, a dark figure gripping onto the edge of the break it had made before dropping down and rolling forward across the floor.
That one-…not a white coat? The strange, dark abnormality looked over at the imprisoned being. This thing-…it has purple scales? No-…not scales. Purple! That's it-..the color. It's face is purple. It made the purple?
"Huh-? What the f-…? Well, I did not expect this-" The dark and purple thing cocked its head. That voice. It was on the Loud Voice before. "That must have been what the 'containment protocol' was- Well, good thing I deactivated it." He approached, crossing the space—weaving between the tables of the white coats—climbing up the base of its clear prison and finally leaning in past the open door, reaching out with his hand. The white coats never got this close… This was different. This was new.
"C'mon! Let's get moving, not much time!" It looked up at the New. The Purple. Curious eyes practically glowed up at him, the imprisoned slowly tilting it's head. It reached out with its 'hand'. Its hand. It fit rather comfortably in his.
"Can you stand?" That fun voice came from behind the purple face. It nodded slowly.
