Chocobohead

  "It's a beautiful day! Now watch some bastard fuck it up."   (Indie RP blog for Prompto Argentum. Will contain NSFW. Multi-ship. Crossover, AU and OC friendly.  Please, read About ( -/muse- ) and the diferent Aus ( -/verses- ) for more info.)  

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—Prompto looked up at the MT. He saw only honesty in the other’s eyes when he stepped forward. The magitek looked at him as if he was the first person in months, if not years, that he had seen. The blond looked at himself and saw a few scrapes and a bruise forming. It didn’t seem like anything was broken but…

“I’m hurt, yes,” said Prompto taking out a small scrap of metal that he didn’t notice at first in his arm, “but I don’t need fixing because nothing is broken.” Now he only hoped that he wouldn’t get a blood infection from the metal. He will let it bleed for some time.

“Everyone has them. Blood related or not, the people who love you and take care of you since you’re little are your parents,” Prompto looked surprised at the man. “It sounds as if you…” are labrats that were experimented or cloned.—

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“L-love?” The word felt foreign in his tongue. He knew what it meant, of course, but it was a feeling. MT’s weren’t supposed to feel them, even less to understand them. And even if NH-01975 was familiar with things like fear and curiosity, that one had always eluded him.

Now, taking care of something, that was something he could understand. Blond eyebrows turned down into a pensive frown. “Do you mean the scientists? They are the ones feeding us and changing our broken parts. The ones who decide who gets decommissioned too.” Now that was a thought that had never crossed his mind. “Does that make them our parents?”

He stepped closer to the other model, his eyes zeroing on the blood seeping from his arm. Fixing any kind of leak in machinery had become an instinct, and NH-01975 didn’t even notice he was walking until his legs gave up. He fell hard on his knees, frown deepening. “Huh...” Maybe the lack of sustenance was finally catching up with his body. Red eyes glared down at his lower body, willing it to move. How annoying... 

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---It kinda scared him to see this human trying to get away from him. With last strength, he got somehow on his stomach and tried to get back on his knees. He wanted to flee, wanted to back away. And Noctis gave him the space he needed even though it seemed like this guy didn’t even notice it. But then, out of a sudden, he looked up and Noctis met his widen eyes, filled with fear and guilt. The raven understood right away he was scared they would harm him or something like that because he tried to steal food from them but by the six. He could just watch. It was sad to see someone like that and Noctis felt sorry for this young man. Especially when he eventually managed to make a few steps before crashing down again and to breath heavily until his lungs kinda gave in. Noctis looked back for a second, seeing Gladio and Ignis standing there right at the entrance of their tent. They didn’t move, just watched the scenario and their eyes were filled with worries like his own. He made a step forward then just to stop in the moment the guy looked back to him and began to stutter. To see him like that, lost and more scared than before, kinda broke his heart. ‘Why was he so scared? What happened to him?’ ran through his mind before he shook his head with a deep sigh. He then made slow steps further towards him, lifting up his hands as a signal he wouldn’t harm him in any way. The trembling of the guy became more visible the nearer the prince came but Noctis wouldn’t back away nor stop. Instead, he knelt down few inches away and showed the stranger a friendly smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared, really. None of us will yell at you or hurt you.” He said, hoped the try to speak reassuring words to him would help. He then held out a hand to him. “Let me help. You seem weak and hungry and you hit your head really bad.”---

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The moment the other raised his hands, NH-01987 scrabbled away with a whimper, trembling hands scrapping uselessly against the dirt. The gesture may had seemed placating, but the blonde knew better; this human was not a common one. He had magic. Even before the warping, NH-0197 had seen him close his fingers around the air, frizzling with blue light before pulling a fucking blade out of nowhere. So what was stopping him from reaching up and getting another sword in seconds? Or a gun? Or anything, really? And he wouldn’t be able to do jack shit about it. He wanted to, oh, how he wanted. To scream and run and hide, or to at least go down with a fight. But his brain was heavy and fuzzy, overwhelmed with fear and exhaustion, too many regrets and half backed plans and alarms flickering on and off like lightning in a storm,and equally covered with dense clouds. And the brunette kept advancing towards him, his very step making the magitek’s pulse skyrocket.

It was the smile what broke through his panic. Such a small yet sincere thing... the blonde had never seen something like that; not directed at him. There had been times were some of the scientist had smiled to one another. Fleeting and rare images that had followed him to this day, so out of place in such a world of merciless steel that they had engraved themselves into his memories forever. They were so different to what he received; sneers and grins that showed too many teeth, eyes glinting with hunger or sometimes malicious glee, foreboding long hours of pain and screams. But this was nothing like these cruel expressions that made his skin crawl. No, there was a softness around the gesture, no hunger or hate to be found in those blue eyes, and his confusion at such a gesture was enough to stop his head from spinning long enough for the other’s words to register. And they threw the blonde for a loop.

Didn’t had to be scared his ass! Of course they were going to hurt and yell at him, he was an MT trying to steal from them! Surely his words were lies, they had to be! But why lie to him when the blonde was already at their mercy? The hand approaching him made NH-01987 flinch even harder, and he raised his arms to take the blow.

But it never came.

Red eyes pecked over his dirty limbs, darting around. The hand was only held out towards him, not getting any closer, and the human’s voice was as soft and small as his smile. But it didn’t make sense! Why try and help him, why smile at him of all things? Maybe they though by being nice they could get information out of him later? That had to be it. He stared down at the hand for and instant then went back to the soft face. His whole body hurt, and his stomach felt like an insurmountable void. He was so, so tired... Maybe... Maybe if he played along they would let him rest and eat before starting the interrogation... It couldn’t get much worse than this, after all, could it? 

Slowly, swallowing the meager rests of saliva that his mouth was able to produce, NH-01987 reached for the extended hand. He hesitated when his fingertips brushed soft skin, quickly retreating to himself. But nothing happened, no sudden attack befell him. So the blonde took a shuddering breath to steel himself and rested his hands on the other’s, staring pleadingly at blue eyes, praying that he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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The air crackled with the electricity running through the creature’s whiskers, making the sound of sizzling flesh even more disgusting. Prompto screamed, his vision going blurry as he forced his seizing body to roll away. Of course his last shot had not been enough to kill the coeurl, his aim had been shit since yesterday.

Maybe if he had managed to eat something in the last four days this wouldn’t be so difficult. Or if that Iron giant hadn’t attacked him that same night, taking two whole rounds of amunittion to kill. Or if he had found a blasted anack or something first thing in the morning. But nooooooo. Two fucking coeurls. Because that was his shitty luck. One coeurl? That would have been a walk in the park, hell, the first one had gone down in nothing! But when were things that easy for him? Fucking six really must hate his kind...

Shaking his head, the blonde managed to focus his vision, just in time to see the bloodied mug of the beast darting towards him. It was all he could do to put his arm up, bracing himself against the dirty floor as powerful jaws clamped down into his flesh. NH-01987 screamed again, trying to tear himself away from the monster’s mouth.

He was truly fucked.

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hey there, people. 

I’m so sorry for being AWOL lately. Got a stupid infection and the antibiotics have my head feeling like mush ^ ^U.

Hope next week I’ll be half a person again :P

Chocobo out!

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(loqibesthia) "You! Don't you EVER do that again!"

@loqibesthia Wide eyes stared at the other blonde, jumping at the sudden outburst. Then Prompto frowned. “Hey! It’s your sixdamned fault we’re down here, dude! So if you have a better idea, I’m all fucking ears!” To be fair, trying to open a tunnel with a circular saw hadn’t been his most brilliant moment. Neither was screaming at an enemy soldier, a commander no less. But they were trapped in a fucking hole deep in the floor, not a specially big hole, mind you, and he was getting antsy, so sue him. Fucking empire…

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  ---                    “—MY BAD! I thought I my other message went through. I was able to handle it on my own — But…”

        Cindy couldn’t help but sigh a little bit. She was getting ahead of herself, and it was annoying tiring and painful — in her head. BUT she wasn’t going to show it, as she looked over at the male for a second.

      “I can use help with SOMETHING ELSE if ya’ don’t mind helping.”---

“Huh?” The blonde blinked and frowned down at his phone, shaking it as if that would help the hunk of junk to work better. “Man, I got nothing, the signal really sucks in the Weaverwilds...” He recovered quickly though, and gave the mechanic one of his trademark crocked smiles. As far as Prompto was involved, any excuse to come to hammerhead to see his goddess was more than well received. “Sure! Whatever you need, I’m your man!” He pointed at himself with his thumb, bouncing slightly on his heels. “Uh... Unless you need help coocking, then Ignis is your man, becauseImighthaveburnedNoct’skitchenacoupleoftimes... But for anything else I’m your man!”

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—Prompto was in shock. His biggest fear became true.

“You look just like me,” whispered the blond loud enough for the other to hear. Did that mean, that others were…

He shuddered at the thought that the MTs lying on the ground had the same face. His face. Now it explains why he had that tattoo since he was little.

“I.. I don’t know,” Prompto looked at MTs lying on the ground. “I’ve lived with my parents in Insomnia since I was just a few months old. At least, my parents adopted me when I was a few months old.”—

The realization seemed to have shaken the other. So NH-01975 was right, no others old model in his squad. It was unusual, yes, but a possibility. Even then, the display of negative emotions in the blond figure made him feel uneasy. He had always hated to hurt civilians, fascinating creatures they were, and this specific magitek looked so much like one... 

He stepped forward, hands hovering towards the other worriedly, not knowing make it better. “A-are you hurting?” His troath ached after so long without being used, even if his voice was just a soft murmur. But for some reason it felt good to use it. “D-do you need something fixed?” NH-01975 was specialized on fixing any kind of machine, it was the reason they had kept him around for so long.

Wait... Parents?

The trooper gaped at his clone, eyes filled with awe and hope. “Y-you can have parents?”

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---Noctis was more than relieved to finally settle up a camp on a haven. They would be safe for the night, could rest literally in peace and wake up the next morning with renewed energy. Although, the hard floor was always a worse idea for his poor back.

“The next town is for a night to rest. Camping is killing me. My back pain is getting worse if I don’t get a comfy bed soon.” But the only answers he received were rolling eyes and an annoyed scoffing from Ignis while he was cooking.

However, the evening passed by peacefully. They talked about the previous battle and the shoots they’ve heard. Noctis was sure there was someone but he still wondered if this stranger wanted to save and help him or if he actually wanted to hit him with a bullet. What if he was the actual target? Maybe an MT they’ve missed? But it never happened that an MT sneaked away and hid behind bushes to attack them from ambush.

“Noct, it is senseless to rethink the situation. Go and find some rest. It’s late and we have to leave early in the morning.” The raven glared up at Ignis. He was right. Rethinking was senseless because he wouldn’t get an answer. With a sigh, the prince followed his advisor after they put out the fire and settled down for the night.

“The fuck…?! What was that?!” They were on feet with the sudden tumult outside the tent, recognizing it was the kitchenette and pans and stuff landing on the floor but they’ve also heard a voice. Well, kind of a voice or something like that.

Gladio was the first leaving the tent, Noctis right behind him and Ignis had his back, as always. But his shield stopped mid-movement, holding out a hand for Noct to stop as well. He just got on his toes to look over the broad shoulders of his friend.

“By the six!” Dropping all the carefulness the prince passed him by and rushed towards the cooking space, bending down to the stranger laying there whimpering. “Are you okay?”---

The sound of footsteps was barely audible over the ringing on his ears, but it was enough to sending him into a panic. He had fucked up. He had fucked up big time. His brain yelled at him to run, to get the fuck out of there as fast as his wobbly legs allowed him. And damn if he didn’t want to obey! The blonde rolled onto his stomach, trying to get into his knees, but the floor kept moving under his hands. Everything was out of focus, and the sudden voice near him only made the ringing on his ears worse, sending a flare right into his already aching temples. He whimpered pathetically, shaking his head to try and gain some lucidity back. And then the boy looked up...

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit.

The smaller human was right there, staring down at him. Red wide eyes focused on blue ones for a few seconds that seemed to freeze in time. And then finally his body kicked into gear. NH-01987 might have been starving and half-dehydrated, but fear and adrenaline were powerful motivators. With a half-choked yelp, the boy rolled away from the other figure and got onto his feet. Or tried to. Arms and legs feeling like lead, he only managed a handful of steps before crashing down again, the world spinning even worse. Damn lack of food and damn fucking runes! His stomach churned as if motion sick, and NH-01987 was pretty sure he would have puked his guts out if he had anything left in them. As it was, he just spit some bilis onto the unstable ground. Damn. Fuck! Of all the times for his body to betray him, it had to be now! No wonder he was such a failure as a soldier. The blonde stared back at the human again, terror written clearly in his face. “P-please...” He couldn’t die like this. Not now. Not yet. His weakened muscles managed to push him a few inches away. “I-I’m sorry...”

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---Noctis had the feeling someone was watching him closely but he couldn’t point out the spot and the battle noises from behind distracted him a lot to even listen to any other noise close by.

“Yo, princess, what is over there?” Seemed like Gladio had time to breathe to call out for the raven but Noctis turned his head towards the other just slightly before he turned his gaze back forward and stared in silence. ‘Someone is over there.’ he thought to himself. He could feel it. His skin was covered with goosebumps because of this feeling.

“Your Highness?” It was Ignis. The fight was over, the MT’s were ready for the scrap press. Noctis sighed and with a last glimpse towards the empty and dark direction, he turned around and headed back to his comrades. “You saw and heard the shoot too right?” Ignis and Gladio nodded in agreement, giving him the confirmation that he had not dreamed that. They talked about it while they headed back towards the Regalia and got inside again.

The safe haven wasn’t far away. Gladio spotted one during the fight, thus they made their way to the next parking place to settle their camp.---

It took him half an hour to regain his wearings, knees turning into jelly the moment the humans were out of sight. That had been such a close call! Luckily they had not searched long, because NH-01987 was sure his heart wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Even after the sound of the car had fafed away, the blonde had just sit there, breathing like a drowning man.

But life goes on, so the MT finaly got up on shacky legs and ramsacked a couple guns and all the bullets he could fit in the multiple pockets of his tattered cargo pants. Then he headed to the nearest haven with the last rays of sun. The runes exhausted him, but it was better than getting his head cut off by an iron giant during his sleep...

...And of course the humans had the same idea. NH-01987 cursed all the six astrals by name as he stared at the figures around the campfire. Now he would have to sleep in the branches of a tree again, as far from the floor as possible. And pray that the lack of food wouldn’t make him dizzy in the worst moment, cos a fall from that high would hurt. A lot. In moments like this he sure missed his armor.

... Then again, maybe the situation wasn’t all that bad. The humans were eating, after all. A rich and hearthy aroma coming from the kitchenette was all-encompassing, and his mouth was salivating something awful without his brain even noticing. Maybe he could sneak into the camp while they all slept and pilfer some food. Just a little. Enough to be able to go on a hunt without swaying. It was dangerous, yes, and the mere idea of them waking up made his breath hitch. But the run in with the empire had exhausted his last reserves, and if he fainted during the night outside a haven... Well, let’s say that not eating wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

So he waited near the blue light of the runes, hidden in a bush and balled up as tightly as possible to make zero noise. The blonde didn’t move until a couple hours had passed since the last of them went to sleep, and even then he moved slowly, eyes lightened the bare minimum to see where he was going. He inched closer to the table where the bespectacled one had been cooking, very conscious of how the magic was draining his already emaciated body, trying to keep his swaying to a minimum. The food was almost there, NH-01987 could almost taste it. He stretched a hand towards the piece of bread laying beside one of the pots...

And of course his body betrayed him. The too big boots got caught into something, and he flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to steady himself, knocking the pans and pots off in his way. Trying to stop the objects from making too much noise only served for him to loose his precarious footing and tumbling against the kitchenette, toppling it over to the floor and making a ruckus that would surely be heard from Gralea. The boy whimpered as he fell to the floor, head reeling from the noise and the impact. Today was definitely not his lucky day.

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—”I don’t think I am. Why do you ask?”

Prompto was becoming more confused by the second. What did he mean by anomaly? He clearly has seen other people from Niflheim and none of them had red eyes except for the MTs. Unless…

“Take of you helmet, please,” said Prompto taking a step closer. He had a slight idea why the MT would ask him something like that but the blond was hoping that he was wrong.—

The other clone seemed as confused as him. How strange. Is as if he was unaware of his oddities, as if he thought his eye color and darker complexion was the norm.

The soldier stared in confusion for a moment, wondering if maybe he hadn’t hit his head during the drop and was now malfunctioning. But then he heard the other’s request.

Oh.

Oh!

Now that made sense! The other probably had been destined into a post with only new comisioned magitek. That would explain his lack of knowledge. How could he notice his diferences if the rest of troopers near him didn’t even have human form? NH-01975 reached up to pull off his mask, but let the rest on. It was too sunny right now for his almost pure white skin, and his red eyes had problem adjusting to the light too, as much as he dimmed them. He gave a tentative step forward, tucking a lock of silver blond hair back into the helmet. “Were... Were you separated from your batch?” 

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW Repost, don’t reblog.

((HEAVY HEAD CANONS AND SPOILERS AHEAD))

NAME: Prompto Argentum NICKNAME / ALIAS: Prom, Prompom, Chocobohead, Chocobo AGE: 19-30 (verse dependent) SPECIES: Artificial human 

PERSONAL

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / evil / true RELIGION: He knows the astrals are real. It’s a fact. But it’s more a kind of ‘live and let them live’ kind of relationship. He’s never been interested in learning about them, but the more their journey advances, the more he believes the six are full of bullshit.

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth  / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Lucian. Common. Gralean (Basic level) SECRETS: His barcode, and the fact that it marks him as a Niff. He doesn’t know how it relates with MT’s exactly, but seeing as other refugees don’t have it, he suspects that it has something to do with experimentation.

PHYSICAL

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5′8  SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: A burn in his left hand and a long cut on his right bicep, both from accidents during crownsguard training.  Eight stitches on his left calf for falling badly from a DDR platform in a recreative. Several deep and minor stretch marks on thighs, hips and belly. Two cuts, unstitched, and smaller burns and puncturing scars on his right wrist, result of trying to get rid of the barcode. The area of the tattoo remains unmarred. A few he doesn’t remember getting: Small scars on his feet, specially the soles, (Running away from Niffleheim barefoot as a child). A strange looking one on his nape and another similar one under the side of his ribs (From the machinery he was attached to during his “birth” and first year of development.)

ABILITIES / POWERS: Basic Crownsguard training. High acuracy with any firearm. As one of Noctis retainers, he is able to summon weapons (and his camera) from the armiger. He also has a knack for tearing and fixing any mechanical or electronic device. As a ‘souvenir’ from his creation, his stamina is at a normal level, but his recovery time is nothing but. On top of that, in hand on hand situations when he’s cornered (and his life the only one in the line), he will show restriction and disarming techniques way above his supossed level, sometimes even disasociating while doing them. 

RESTRICTIONS: Most close-range weapons (with the exception of knives), he will have an easier time hitting your head with the butt of a gun than with an actual sword. High and very enclosed spaces. And anything that requires him to stay silent and stop fidgeting for 5 minutes, for fucks sake.

FAVOURITES

FOOD: Spicy foods, specially green curry soup. DRINK: Milkshakes. Don’t judge him. PIZZA TOPING: Hot jalapeños. COLOUR: Yellow and Orange

MUSIC GENRE: Rock, Metal and Electronic BOOK GENRE: Science fiction, fantasy and superheroes (And those magical girl comics are from a friend, he swears *ejem*)

MOVIE GENRE: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, superheroes and Horror, specially Serie B SEASON: Spring CURSE WORD: Fuck SCENT(S): Sweet (specially cinnamon, vanilla and cotton candy), fruity (except lemon), spicy.

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Both SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Always. Fucking. Always. And the worst is that he is not bad at it. LIKES BAD PUNS: Not the best at doing them, but he silently cracks up every time someone spits one.

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SENTENCE STARTERS (life-threatening/dangerous situations)

“ Thank you, but I could’ve done it myself somehow. “ “ I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you … “ “ So, that’s your thing, huh? Risking your life saving strangers? “ “ That was close! “ “ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “ “ That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime! “ “ There’s no way I’m going back in there! “ “ Wait! You can’t just leave me like this! “ “ It hurts… P-please… just make it end… “ “ I thought I’d never see you again! “ “ Thank god, you’re alive! “ “ I thought you were dead! “ “ You! Don’t you EVER do that again! “ “ Why are you still here? “ “ Just leave already … “ “ Can we please just keep moving? “ “ Why are you always so damn stubborn? “ “ And that’s exactly the kind of attitude, that’s going to get you/us killed. “ “ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “ “ Don’t you remember? “ “ What happened? You look awful! “ “ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “ “ It’s nothing. I’m fine! “ “ Take it off! I can’t help you, if I can’t see it. “ “ We’re going to die. Simple as that. “ “ Just… stay still! It won’t take long. “ “ This might hurt a little… “ “ Please don’t die on me! “ “ Get it off your mind! I’m not leaving you behind! “ “ Don’t move! I’m going to get help! “ “ So, I guess that’s it. There’s no way out of here. “ “ We’re stuck! Give it up already! “ “ We’ll find a way. We always do. “ “ WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! “ “ Please tell me that’s not your blood! “ “ You’re bleeding! “

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The last one tho.

Ignis, to a bunch of reckless children: “Huddle. You see that threat meter? That means it’s too late to decide whether or not we should fight that lv60 world boss. When we die, I want you all to know that you’re stupid motherf******.”

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---Prompto expected something but nothing so… this innocent. If he asked why his eyes were blue, did that mean, theirs were actually red? Those weren’t some tiny red lamps to make them seem more threatening?

The blond blinked for a moment because the question caught him of guard. “Because they were always blue,” said Prompto a bit confused. “Why would they be a different color?”

Also, one thing that made Prompto wonder.. why ask him like that, like he was supposed to be something different?---

They were always blue? Had his eyes been blue in the past too? NH-01975 didn’t remember a lot about his growing process. And the rest of his batch had been gone for a long time now, mostly decomisioned for being defective. They all had been created too unpredictable, prone to to think beside their orders. The whole unit had been deemed a failure, and the few that passed the last tests were sent out as cannon fodder. But their eyes had been all the same too.

“Hummm...” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, swaying slightly with the movement. But he didn’t pay attention to that. Exhaustion was fine as long as it didn’t make him drop in place... Which he didn’t discard as a posibility... “All the others have them red. Like me. Are.. Are you an anomaly too?”

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---Prompto turned his head in confusion at the MT. Well, that was an interesting sight. The MT dropped its weapon as if it burned it.

Even though every single cell of his body told me not to do it, the blond moved towards the MT. It might have been his imagination, but it… he covered for a second. He unsummoned his gun as a sign that he wasn’t going to hurt it.

When the blond was about a good meter away, he couldn’t help but ask..

“Are you self-conscious?”---

It took him a moment to realize the other was moving, his head buzzing with too many questions and his body starting to shake as the adrenaline of the combat wore off. He stepped back, taking a gulp of air. When had he stopped breathing? 

The blue spark of light startled him, but then he realized the gun was gone. How? Magitek weren’t suposed to be able to use magic! The soldier stared back up at the human, nodding hesitantly at the question, putting space between them while trying to regain his composure. He opened his mouth to speak, but came up empty. Magiteks didn’t talk, and he had broken so many rules already! His superiors were going to decomision him for good this time.

... Then again, if he was going to die anyway, there was nothing to lose anymore. The soldier took a deep breath and blurted out the first of the many questions hammering his brain. “W-why are your eyes blue?” His voice was ragged from lack of use, barely a whisper, but the vehemnce on it was strong enough to carry.