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hugtopia_logs2020-03-05 04:59 pm
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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.]
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♥ 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.]
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[Ardyn didn't sound like he believed that, but cautiously moved his hand to take Ignis' in turn.]
I fear myself a bit skeptical of such divine intervention, unfortunately.
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[He squeezes his hand gently.]
Those these gods seem far less demanding than those from our home.
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[He looks amused, at least.]
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He squeezes Ardyn's hand, lips pursed.]
I'm not so sure.
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I know that in order to end the Scourge, Noctis must die.
[Which he could have probably put more delicately, but...!]
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Or so Bahamut says.
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You don't strike me an Oracle, Ignis. [His voice was very carefully measured despite a sudden strain to it--anger, but not at his companion.] You've spoken to him?
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[He feels the tremor, and the cold, and he does not know what he can do besides pull his hand closer, into his lap.
At the very least, he doesn't see his face.]
It showed me what... Needed to be done.
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[Heavens knew he wanted to. But it felt...too plausible. Too familiar.]
I'm listening, Ignis. I am listening very carefully, for as much as you are willing to tell.
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I saw it in Altissia - Lunafreya was dying, and so was Pryna. I came across the Messenger while trying to reach Noctis, and it...showed me the future, I suppose you could say.
[He takes a breath.]
I saw you, and Noctis - and Bahamut and the Crystal. You and Noctis fighting. Noctis...
[Another breath, shakier this time.]
It seems as though defeating you is not enough to purge the Scourge from our star. To do that, Noctis himself must die.
[He tenses, gritting his teeth.]
It was all just flashes and it happened too fast to know everything, but... It seems as if the only solution is the sacrifice of the King of Kings.
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[Because he was furious.]
...What does he know? Right now, what does he know of what he's meant to do?
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He knows nothing. He doesn't know anything about what's to come.
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We can't let this happen. You and the others have been trying to suggest all along that what I was doing--what I thought I was meant for wasn't all there was to it. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to understand why.
...No, I won't let this happen. The gods already had their sacrifice. They aren't getting a second.