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♥ Who: Ignis & you!
♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
wildcard;
[Want to do something else? Feel free to let me know! You can reach me at
daintily or on Discord at Avery#8156!]
♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
wildcard;
[Want to do something else? Feel free to let me know! You can reach me at
temple~
At least with Ignis he needn't put on any pretenses of being okay.]
Soup? .... What kind?
[If there's vegetables in it Noct will never eat it... which is clearly the concern here, not Cor. Then again Noctis has been sleeping on his dad as often as not for days.
Getting him to wake up enough for food is unlikely.]
I'm not sure he'll wake up long enough to eat...
[Depression naps be like that.]
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[Which is not a kind of soup Noctis would eat.
He points the thermos at Cor, raising an eyebrow.]
I brought it for you.
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Cor has a moment of just staring at Ignis in surprise. Wait... for him?]
Oh... That wasn't nece- [He stops himself, sighing.] Thank you, Ignis.
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You're welcome.
[And he'll just take a seat.]
I hope it's to your taste.
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Ignis sits beside him and Cor reaches out, resting a hand over the advisor's forearm. A brief squeeze, an attempt at reassurance. Then Cor is taking the lid off that thermos, sniffing it curiously.
It smells amazing, of course, and when he takes a sip it's only ever so faintly tinny. An unfortunate side effect of using fabricated ingredients, not unlike using canned tomatoes. The fact that it's as subtle as it is is a testament to Ignis' skill.
Soup is warm, a deep kind of satisfaction enhanced by the slow spread of heat in his belly. He... hadn't realized how hungry he was. He was still recovering, himself, after all.]
Magnificent as always.
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Well.
It's nice.]
I'm pleased to hear that.
[A pause.]
How is His Majesty doing...?
no subject
Cor hums softly, a pleased little sound of contentment as he sips at the soup.]
Nothing has changed, he's... still.
[In a way that made Cor's stomach drop every time he walked into the room.]
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[Though he's...not quite sure of that himself. He wishes for things to be better, but he's not quite sure if things are going to work out the way he hopes they will.
Still, no reason to jump to the worst case scenario. For all they know, Regis will be fine.]
no subject
[Cor's voice gets distant, professional. It's easier to speak of such things when it is objective and not about his King.]
If that is the case here he should awaken soon. Though I fear what memories he might gain in that time.
no subject
But, he supposes, this entire place is beyond the realm of what's possible.]
We will find out what he knows when he awakens, and we can support him once he does, no matter the memories he may have now.
no subject
[Cor hesitates, unwilling to speak ill of the king. But surely admitting that small vulnerability to Ignis of all people would be acceptable.]
Her Majesty's loss was devastating for him.