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feb catch-all

♥ Who: Pyra and Various + One basic open prompt
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Throughout Feb
♥ What: Catch-all!
♥ Rating: no warnings needed for now!

The Most #Basic of Open Prompts
Oh, going somewhere? [ As usual, Pyra is here to extend a hand or an arm to you as you walk, her smile warm and friendly. ] Might I join you in the meantime?

[ Might as well, and she appears to be in a good mood as always. For the more observant among those who have held her hand before, her touch is not as strong. ]

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...Um. That's a lie, by the way. You can totally take it back if you want.

[ She looks after with parted lips, as if about to say something-- and then stops herself.

When she smiles, it's slightly coyer this time. ]

Mm....Goodness, it's like you're making me choose between the Chosen King and the Founder King! [ Whatever shall she do! ]

A tough call, I know. The Founder King has everything one could want from a weird magical soul bond. Raw power, discipline, experience across the ages...! But...

[Have some fingerguns, because dorkiness has no known cure.]

What he lacks in those areas, the Chosen King makes up for in youthful exuberance. A strong contender!

[ Weird magical soul bond-- it's... funny how he can be so refreshingly casual regarding something so deeply spiritual and significant. She can't help her laugh at the fingerguns, though he best believe she'll be right back to holding his hand when he's done shooting her. ]

And he's humorous. No Astral of yours could bestow that. That's all you!

Oh yeah, that's me. A real king of comedy.

[A very dry tone, there. Not exactly what he's known for... but she laughed anyway, so he must have done okay.]

[ Oh.

Oh, are they naming him king of-whatever-qualities he has? Because she's got a few, too: ]

King of Stars? King of Kindness. King of Sincerity. King of Goodness. King of-- [ He can stop her anytime. ]

[He absolutely stops her right now, reaching out his free hand to cover her mouth.]

King of Done Like Dinner. I have enough unnecessary titles already.

[ With his hand over her mouth, she mumbles over her next words into his palm, and then he’ll feel her lips curl into a smile.

Yep, she’s definitely satisfied with this outcome. ]

[He lowers his hand after a moment, seemingly satisfied himself.]

Oh, right- before I forget. You said you know how to use a sword, yeah?

[ When he asks, he might feel her hand tighten in his, slightly and briefly. He had mentioned it would be good for her to know how to protect herself... ]

Oh, um, a little...

[His gaze drifts briefly to their hands, surprised for a moment, and quietly files that away. Is she just being modest or something?]

...Well, that's fine. I've got something for you.

[He untangles their hands and moves back, lest he risk stabbing her as he summons an intricate blade from his armory in the same, offering it out to her.]

You're gonna need a sword if you want to train your new powers.

[ Releasing his hand, she steps away to allow him some space to do whatever he’s— oh wow that is a sword.

A very beautiful sword, too. For a few moments after he summons it from light, she watches as its colored metal catches the afternoon light, making it seem as if it’s been fashioned from gold itself. But of course a blade would not be made of such a soft metal, which only begs the question of how it had been forged with this splendid hue that covers it from handle to edge. Is it of a material from his world? Is it imbued with some sort of power? These and more questions emerge from her imagination, but at the forefront of her mind is this, as she steps forward: ]

Oh... It’s so elegant.

[ She’s never handled a blade like this before. ] ...And you want me to have it?

Sure, why not? I've already got one.

[He's got a few, actually, but his favourite in particular was a gift from his father, so he's not about to replace it. The sword is decent, not the strongest ever yet with a few noteworthy perks, especially considering where it came from. If she were to take it and get a feel for it, she ought to notice a powerful affinity to light and resistance to darkness.]

Plus it's kind of an old relic... seems like the sort of thing you'd have fun with.

[What with all her research nerdery about this world's past.]

Oh-- ah, really? [ So, it has a history to it! Indeed, after she takes a step forward to inspect it more carefully, she looks upon the sword with an even greater interest, her crimson eyes dancing with light. There seems to be some affinity to light with it, but its story makes her wonder more. The design is nothing like she would find in her own world.

Then she looks back to him, then to the sword he holds, and then to him again--

Have a hug. Maybe it's not the safest thing to do when he's holding a weapon, but.. this, too, means a lot to her. It's like he chose this sword to give not just because it might have been elegant, but with her in mind. That he was in his thoughts at all... That, too, also means something. ]

Whoa!

[Careful! Though he at least has the sense to dismiss the sword back into his armory before he can accidentally hurt her with it, smiling sheepishly, and resting his hand on her back.]

I'll take that to mean you like it.

[ The embrace is short-lived, but no less heartfelt as she pulls herself, and her warmth, away from him by an arm's length, so that she might reach for his hand. ]

First... clothes, then, a piece of your light. Now, a sword.

[ What did she do to deserve such things? More importantly, how can she repay him? ]

This is... so much. [ More than she's ever had in her existence. ] All you do is give and give.

I should be the one saying that. You've done nothing but help me since we met- the clothes were for that, at least, and the other two are kind of self-serving as much as they are gifts. Don't worry about it.

[He shrugs his shoulders, clearly unbothered by any sort of perceived imbalance. What's the point in having power or fortune if you can't throw it at other people and see what sticks? It isn't the basis of his friendships, but certainly a side perk.]

[ Yes...! But! Physical, material things! She hasn't give him any of that! He says she's helped him, but he's the one who has helped her so much during these last months. ] Just, don't give too much, alright? Or there might be nothing left on your frame. [ She jests lightly, drawing back. ]

Holding your hand... is all I'll ever need as thanks.

Hn...

[Ah, he's blushing again. Clearly there's no escaping this.

....Although-]

So does that mean you don't want it, and we should scrap the whole deal? Because you should have led with that.

[ Oooh, it's a joke, she knows it's a joke. But this time, it actually flusters her. Getting her to say what. she. wants. It's difficult! ]

I said yes already, did I?

[Like some kind of blush competition, just going back and forth.]

Yeah, you did. Which means you're under jurisdiction of a Lucian royal now, Crownsguard. So you have to accept your king's generosity.

[Just take the damn sword and enjoy it!]

[ Oh... Ohhh, even if he’s just making fun, calling her a Crowsguard— it makes her laugh as she blushes further, obviously pleased. ]

I accept... I accept! [ She squeezes the hand of his she holds, swinging it happily between them. ]

You make it sound so official. Must I take an oath, too?

Oh, uh.

[...You know, that feels like something he should actually know about, but he doesn't. He wasn't there when the others were sworn in, the power-sharing was more a private affair. Cor and Clarus handled all the formalities.]

Probably? But you don't need to do all that, it's pretty much an empty title here. I didn't do this with the expectation that you're my bodyguard now or anything. Getting you to do some kind of pledge is a little much, don't you think?

[ She nods in agreement, completely at ease without making a pledge. What good are promises to protect with her utmost ability if she cannot keep them? They are less than paltry. ]

Then, we do not need to.

[ Yet she can’t help another playful tone as she says: ] I look forward to learning from you... Professor Noctis. [ She’ll be his student, not his body guard in the foreseeable future. ]

Geez... you usually call your teachers by their first name? [He exhales a quiet huff, scratching at his cheek. Not... that he'd want her to use the rest. He's not his dad.] Ah well. Guess I can learn to live with that one.

[Certainly a less heavy title than what he's more used to. He knows she's joking, of course- but that's kind of why he likes it.]

Now let's see, your first lesson will be... find your sword.

[Wherever did he put it? Magic hammerspace is pretty big, after all...!]

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