And I said let there be light

[founderinglight]

Who: Nap Grandpa Izunia and you!
Where and When: February station catchall! See individual prompts, but also catch him when and where ever. One closed prompt(o).
What: Naps, and sketching, and watching the sunset... And occasionally fucking around with magic because what else is he going to do?
Warnings: None yet beyond extremely eccentric old man doing things.

CLOSED, 22nd evening: Room #3's door

[Knocka knocka, Prompto, you've got someone buzzing your door.

... At 8pm, but honestly for a couple of Lucian night owls that's like. A perfectly reasonable hour. Like it's midafternoon for them.]

Prompto? I brought you something, if you have a minute.

[Come on kid OPEN YE DOOR.]

Roof, 24th evening; Chasing the sunset

[A wise person might have realized by now that the station must be on the east coast of whatever chunk of land it's on, because the sun rises up over the open ocean and sets back behind the cliffs and some distant mountains.

A wiser person yet might have recognized the clouds on the horizon that morning as a sign of some sort of incoming rainstorm.

Izunia is not, for all his age and experience, that person. The drizzle isn't enough to stop him from going outside for his usual sunset watch, but when it suddenly opens up -

Well, then he's left running for cover and then finally standing just inside the door, looking rather like a soaked cat and cursing under his breath.]

Magic lab, 24th night; Let the rain come down

[But perhaps being soaked is a good thing, because it leads to a spark of inspiration -

To Charm's dismay, as almost the entire Magic Lab is now, in fact, also soaked by a sudden burst of summoned water. Elemancy is a particular kind of magic that does in fact do the friendly fire thing...

And here's Izunia in the back, not even having bothered to change out of his wet clothes given what he's working with, sipping a Dr. Jalapeno and looking extremely satisfied with himself.]

Kitchen/dining area, 23rd-26th; For the love of art

[Snacks, check. Soda and/or some other kind of drink, check.

Paper? Pencils? Pens? All check, arranged in a nice little row along the table where Izunia can grab them easily. He's settled into one of the dining room tables that looks like a diner booth and

Actually from the volume of papers around him, he's been sketching for quite a while now, mostly portraits, sometimes scenes. Charcoal, usually, but there's a careful pile of ink drawings as well, set aside so they can dry without getting smeared.

There's something almost frantic in the way he does it, and notably, none of the people he's drawing are from the station.]

Anywhere that looks even mildly comfortable, any time this week

[Oh look, it's... Izunia. Asleep.

At an inappropriate time in a possibly inappropriate place. Even in places that don't have comfortable sleeping places to offer, because guess who now has a bright pink folding chair to deploy from his Armiger at will for naps.

Honestly, does he... ever sleep in his own room?]

Comments

22nd, Room #3

[photoshooter]

Huh?

[Here Prompto is, opening the door in his lounging-around outfit, which partially consists of one of the T-shirts Izunia already gave him. He's got his camera in his hand and a baffled expression on his face.]

For me? Didn't you already...?

[He doesn't ask 'why?' but it's written all over him, with a smaller smattering of curious 'what?']

[founderinglight]

Ah - no, this is something else.

[Yeah dude it's not about shirts this time. Much as like. You needed the shirts.

Instead Izunia pulls one of those nice black leather folders that Prompto might have by now seen him sketching in.]

I realize that you have your photos, of course, but I think we both know that that doesn't capture everything that should have been.

[> Take the folder?]

[photoshooter]

...?

[With a befuddled expression, he takes the folder, glances up at Izunia (his expression looks so odd on that face), and back down to the black leather in his hand.]

Oh. Uhh, what is it?

[Even as he asks, Prompto gently lets the camera hang by its strap so he can open the folder and see what's inside.]

[founderinglight]

I imagine it speaks for itself.

[It's... sketches, but rather more nicely finished ones. On the left side of the fold is one of Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto himself in full Crownsguard attire - Ignis and Gladio back to back with Prompto in the foreground. It's hard to tell if Ignis has his vision or not - his glasses are clear, but his head is enough in profile that the heavy scarring of his eye would be completely hidden.

On the opposite fold are Noctis and Lunafreya, facing each other, hands meeting between them. Noctis wears the full regalia of a king - black with the short cape and shoulder clasps - and Lunafreya wears a black and white dress fit for a queen. yes it's just her Kingsglaive outfit shh. It is the most romantic composition ever, of all time, they are staring into each other's eyes, etc, etc.]

[photoshooter]

Oh.

[With that soft sound, Prompto walks back into the blessed solidity of his door and then sinks to the floor, holding the drawing in hands that are now as much trembling jelly as his knees. He tries to keep looking at the drawings, but they're all blurry now, suddenly, like his contact lenses fell out and oh, nope, he's just crying. In front of the Founder King. Again.

He keeps quiet about it as much as he can and draws the back of his hand across his eyes, biting his lip to keep from sniffling too much.]

It's... these... you, you drew these? Snff.

[He holds the folder away just in case he gets tears or snot or embarrassment on this unexpected--this undeserved--gift.]

Roof

[rhododendronhoney]

[Well, Cori hears the cursing, and so Izunia might hear footsteps running away for a moment before running back. Cori's got the thickest towel she could find bundled in her arms, and she offers it to him.]

Sorry, I wasn't sure if there was anywhere to plug in a dryer here. I've been making hot cocoa, you want some? It'll warm you up!

[founderinglight]

[When she returns, he's removed his coat - to where? Armiger, presumably - and is attempting to shake out his hair.

He looks a little startled by her arrival, but takes the towel with a grateful smile.]

Ah - thank you, that would be lovely.

[And now he's going to go furiously at his drippy hair with that towel because it's so wet.]

[rhododendronhoney]

[She steps back a bit so as not to get splashed.] Great! Do you want me to bring it here, or should we just move to one of the other rooms?

[founderinglight]

Let's just head to the kitchen. There's no real reason to wait around here.

[Still toweling his hair like crazy as he walks.]

[rhododendronhoney]

[She nods, humming a little as they start towards said kitchen.] So, what were you doing up there before all that rain started?

23rd, Kitchen/Dining area

[riderofcharlemagne]

[It looks like Izunia's pretty involved in what he's doing. An activity that, without a doubt, requires a heavy amount of focus to get right. Perhaps even the slightest interruption could bring him out of the zone he needs to be in, or, even worse- jog his hand.

Ignoring all of this, Astolfo bounds up behind him and snoops over his shoulder.]

Hey-! What're you drawing?

[founderinglight]

[Luckily it's not that critical - he's still working with the charcoal at the moment.

The drawing seems to be one of a young man in a battle stance with an ornate dagger of some sort, with his sleeves rolls up past his elbows. There's the start of another figure beneath Izunia's hand.]

Whatever comes to mind, really.

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Getting a closer look at the drawing, it's pretty good. Seeing the start of another figure has him hooked into wanting to see the rest of it develop.]

Oh yeah? Who's this guy then?

[founderinglight]

This?

[He points at the finished figure with the tip of the tip of the charcoal pencil, not actually letting it touch.]

Ignis Scientia, royal advisor to the last of my descendants. Fabulously tenacious young man.

1/2

[riderofcharlemagne]

[He can't help but giggle lightly at that description. Fabulously tenacious.]

You sound pretty fond of him.

[Wait for it...]

Magic Lab

[thekingssnake]

[Really, it's the sight of the water leaking out of the room that catches his attention.

Unsure of what to make of the situation, he makes his way inside of the lab almost cautiously and now stands in the flooded room.]

What...happened here?

[founderinglight]

[Hey, come on, it's not that wet!

...Okay, it is, but the water does seem to be evaporating unusually quickly.

Izunia is grinning.]

A breakthrough!

Sunset

[foolishjustice]

[Goro has had enough of being cooped up inside to last him a lifetime, after nearly a month spent trapped in a mall. The drizzle isn't enough to stop him either as he makes his way out to the roof, hands in his mismatched jacket pockets.]

You know, I never got views like this in Tokyo...

[founderinglight]

[They're both going to get soaked in a little while, but for now Izunia's standing out watching the sun, barely visible past the clouds, dip into the mountains.]

Rather nice, aren't they? I suppose if we have to be trapped in another world, at least the scenery is a plus.

[foolishjustice]

[A little water never hurt anybody that was already dead, right?]

Last time, I was trapped indoors for nearly a month, so it's certainly an improvement. I'd missed fresh air quite a bit.

[founderinglight]

[Hey maybe getting rained on will result in magiscience breakthrough IZUNIA...]

I admit it's been far too long since I got to see the sky, myself. Even one as dreary as this.

Magic Lab

[byanyother_name]

[That's...a pretty amused looking foxredhead poking his head in the door. He looks around the lab, taking it all in.

Water, water, everywhere...

Kurama quirks an eyebrow at Izunia after a moment.]

Your elemancy experiments are going well, I take it.

[founderinglight]

I do think this qualifies as an unmitigated success, yes!

[Cheerful as hell and soaked down to his bones, that's the current state of the Izunia.]

[byanyother_name]

Something of an unmitigated mess, too, but such is the path of progress.

[Only getting more amused over here.]

[founderinglight]

It's only water, it will dry.

[In the background an android can be heard muttering 'Eventually' under his breath. If Izunia hears, he's choosing to ignore it.]

Nothing damaged beyond repair, and mastering fire and lightning magics was quite a different story in that regard.