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Now that he’s here, he’s at a loss -- then again, he’s never been good at this kind of thing, even when it comes to his dearest friends. At least, he thinks a little guiltily, that until he speaks Ignis won’t know it’s him. Or maybe he will; he’s not at all sure how good his other senses have gotten, given that they’d only spent a short time together once he’d come back from the Crystal.

C’mon, Noctis, say something, he thinks, but he can’t come up with the words. What the hell is he supposed to say? ‘Hi, Ignis, I know we all thought I was going to die, and I’m pretty sure I did, but here I am anyway? Don’t ask, ‘cause I don’t know, either?’ That could work, sure, but like anything else, it required unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Some king he is if he can’t even do this right, huh.

But he’d better get it over with before Prompto or Gladio turn up, because that’s going to be a lot harder. Ignis at least is the calmest of them all. (And honestly if Prompto starts crying, he’s gonna be set off, and then they’ll all cry again.)

Deep breath, okay, come on, you can do this. It’s just words, he tells himself. Yeah, words from a dead man. 

“...Ignis?” He manages finally, nervously, and he feels like a little kid but at least he’s said something. “I-I, uh-- it’s...it’s me.”

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New in Town

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✧ ☀ ☪✧           She observed the exchange from afar, her own disdain for dealing with the Hylian guards fairly well known and reciprocated. A man appeared to be deadlocked in, perhaps, convincing the guards to allow him to pass on to the Castle. However, considering recent events and the guards’ reluctance to let anyone pass without proper clearance, he did not appear to make much headway.

          Normally, she would ignore such an exchange, assuming it was another crazy person claiming to be Zelda’s soulmate or something equally ridiculous. Though, his dress and general appearance caught her eye. He wore dark clothing, the style of which she had never seen in Hyrule, glasses, and his light brown hair was slicked back in spikes. He stood with rigid posture, and did not appear perturbed by the stubborn expressions the guards wore.

          Curiosity piqued and feeling a little more charitable than usual, Nabooru pulled the black cloak tighter around her shoulders and strode up to the guards and the stranger. Upon seeing the crimson haired Gerudo approach, the guards immediately tensed up, their faces screwing up as the forced themselves not to scowl.

          “Sage Nabooru,” they both greeted with a stiff nod.

          The woman smirked slightly; it always amused her how tense the became when she even approached them. “You guys aren’t giving this guy trouble are you?” She turned to the stranger, the smirk still quirking her painted lips. “Surely he isn’t causing you any trouble, are you, mister...?” She trailed off, leaving him space to fill in the blank.

[endlxssmelody]

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Demyx’ first impression of this world was hot, hotter, and very very large. In fact, this was probably the largest world he’d come to since working with the Organization. 

He was overdressed for such a place, however, with no thanks to Saix who had the audacity to purposefully leave that little tidbit of information out. It wasn’t like Demyx could strip himself down, either, so he was just going to have to deal with the sweat. Eugh.

If there was one positive, it was that Demyx managed to warp himself into a slightly inhabited area. There were people about, though not many, and Demyx decided to literally pluck the first one he saw to pick his brain a bit.

“Hey hey hey, slow down a minute. I need some intell.” Okay, that definitely didn’t sound suspicious. Good one, Dem. What he really wanted was for this stranger to do his work for him, so he could get the hell out. “Got a sec?”

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It was without a doubt, a capable and fully functioning country that could also be described as ruins. Monsters everywhere, nothing ever changes. The muffled sound of shots being fired over the shell of monsters was heard. 

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A Matter of Clarity

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Prompto hadn't worn his glasses faithfully since childhood. His early morning runs as a teenage had lent him knowledge of the horrific feeling of the bridge scraping his nose raw as they slid down from sweat, and truth be told he didn't need them while in battle. 

Perhaps if he weren’t a marksman, skilled with swords or close-ranged instead, it’d be a different story. But the horizons were always crystal clear, and if he kept enough distance-- his targets were too.

People’s faces, up close, were a bit blurred around the edges, and forget reading anything on his phone if the font point wasn’t turned up to somewhere around eighteen-- which it often was, and made for scrolling through something actually laughably quick (not that he retained much of it) -- but there were some things where he still needed to fish the battered case from the depths of his belongings-- cleaning his guns or checking on mobile game things, for instance.

The latter of which he had intended to do while they settled down for the night-- Noct was already out like a light the moment his head hit the camping pillow, and Gladio was snoring away in a way that had become strangely comforting during their adventure.

Settling down to mess about on his phone for a bit before dropping off for the night, Prompto fished out the battered case, only to find that in their travels one of the screws holding the arm to his glasses had gone missing; it wasn’t sitting nicely in its case, and they’d traveled a lot since the last time he’d even thought about them. The tiny, innocuous, screw could be anywhere in the wilds of Eos--

So with a soft sigh that had much to do with the fact he had to disentangle himself from his body-warmed sleeping bag and face the night again --freaky, even despite the ruins keeping their haven safe -- to ask the only ‘missing’ member of their group a question.

“Hey, Ignis,” Prompto asked coming up behind the other, attempting to look over his shoulder to see exactly what he was doing. “So like, totally a weird question, but do you have one of those eyeglass repair kit things?”

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It was time for damage control. Battles were trying on the best of days. Sometimes, the tiny army of three standing at the back of their prince were left reeling. They were bloodied, bruised, and beyond all that, exhausted. “Let me have a look at you.” Ignis trudged forward to face Gladio, ready to tend to what afflicted his body in spite of his own injuries. It was the time of day they spent trying to put themselves back together again.

Through the fight, Gladiolus had sustained multiple injuries. But due to running low on potions, he refused to use them, saving them for Noctis when he could. It was his duty to protect him, after all, not himself. This fight was no different.

Gladio had taken four strikes, swept aside into a nearby boulder. He shook it off, mostly, and endured a deep stab wound in his lower torso from a wild cockatrice’s talons. He killed the damn thing out of spite, but not soon after, came toppling over on himself and into the dirt. “Check Noctis first.” he spat, even when he was clearly the one bleeding out. Gladiolus was the shield, never wanting to be the focus of attention. 

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They were pulled off on the side of the road, stretching numb limbs, unfurling them from the position they'd been forced cramped in a vehicle for quite a number of hours. Save for Noctis. He was stretched out all right. Stretched out in the backseat, hands behind his head, snoring. Ignis leaned against the Regalia, not looking particularly well himself. A pale pallor, sweat beading across his brow. But it was hot. The sun blazed overhead. "A few more moments." Ignis said, break not long lasting!

Prompto heaved a sigh as he looked up at the sky with distaste, his arm blocking the harsh rays of the sun from blinding him. An enviouslook is directed at Noctis before it turns fond, then his eyes travel over toIgnis as he let out a lengthy whine.

“What? That’s not long enough…!” He dropped himself onto theside of the road with a dramatic huff, stretching out his arms and legs without a second thought. Even though it was unbearably hot, it felt good to just lie down and stretch. “I’mgonna die. This is gonna be the deathof me.”

[enduredxdefiance]

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She was doing her best to keep a low profile in the new city she found herself in. Having just arrived a few hours ago, she still wasn’t exactly sure who currently occupied it. She hadn’t seen any traces of the empire so far, which was a good sign. Perhaps she was safely out of their territory now?

She quickly rounded a corner, but she rounded it far too sharply and smacked into some man. War wasn’t expecting to see someone out so late. Reacting quickly, she managed to catch him before he lost his balance or fell backwards. Straightening him up, the former Mancipium soldier quickly apologized to him. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you alright?”