DUNGEON LOG: INCENDIA

[phantasmods]

Is everybody ready? The gliders are all set for those of you who are ready to go; Strange and Up are taking the drones, too, if you're not comfortable flying. They're all down in the hangar cavern waiting.

And indeed, so they are - there's four of the androids in the cavern, actually, in a gaggle around one of the metallic drones. Top is here, apparently to give them a send-off, giving Charm's shoulders a tight squeeze before stepping away to oversee and help anyone who needs a hand with the gliders. Charm, Strange, and Up are all carrying packed bags - Charm's a bright red backpack, the other two with reasonably large duffels.

If you hadn't heard about the androids planning to accompany you, it's pretty obvious now as the three of them load up, Strange and Charm in one of the drones and Up in the other.

And then, whether it's by glider or flying drone or some other means, away you go, with a last reminder -

Don't forget that sunset in the city is around 7PM this time of year! Don't get caught aboveground, and make sure to tell anyone you run into who's just arrived!

For right now, it's a bright, sunny morning as you set off... But don't forget...

Further information about the dungeon can be found here, with a special bonus of a separate Shops page for all your looting needs! Characters aboard the drones will initially arrive at the lake shore, in the shipping yard, but those aboard gliders are welcome to land themselves whereever.

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V R O O M

[photoshooter]

[But hark! What noise past yonder buildings sounds? It is a vroom, and not Astolfo's own.

Shall Servant Rider seek the source unknown?]

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Be this vroom one of friend or foe?

To answer this question, in pursuit of the sound Astolfo must go!]

[photoshooter]

[It's another motorcycle, with another rider--lowercase r. Prompto--it's gotta be Prompto, with that jacket--is pretty good, though, and he glances over his shoulder at the approaching sound and then grins widely in his helmet, veering to speed alongside him.

He lifts a hand from the bars to snap a quick salute. 'Sup!]

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Astolfo grins widely at the sight of Prompto, carelessly waving at him as he approaches.]

Hey!

[He clearly has less concern for road safety than Prompto does.]

[photoshooter]

[To be fair, Prompto's a lot more mortal and squishier than Astolfo is. Still, he raises his voice to be heard over the roar of their engines.]

Wanna race?

[riderofcharlemagne]

DID YOU NEED TO ASK?

[Yelled over the excited revving of engines.]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto cackles, then, leans forward more enthusiastically in his seat, and punches the air.]

BRING IT!

[AND AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY THEY GO!

Prompto doesn't have too many illusions of beating Astolfo in this race. But what he's got is the wind whipping back his jacket, the adrenaline of pure speed, the challenge of avoiding obstacles.]

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Likewise, Astolfo begins to cackle wildly as they speed off. Though he has the upper hand on Prompto, managing to overtake him, he does make sure to pull off a bunch of SICK TRICKS to make sure that second place isn't a bad place to be in.

It's his merit as a Rider to be as inattentive as he is and yet do that many wheelies without falling off or crashing.]

[photoshooter]

[It earns him a SHIT TON of whoops and cheering.]

Sick, dude!

[Prompto can't do nearly that much himself, but he can at least pop one wheelie in return. Eventually, though, it gets harder to navigate, and Prompto has to swerve to a stop.]

Astolfo! That was AWE-stolfo!

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Once Prompto comes to a halt, Astolfo does too. Though he opts for a more showy route, leaping from the motorcycle as it skids to a stop and landing into a bow.]

You did great too! So cool! [The thrill shared with a friend leaves him breathless, though he doesn't need to breathe.] Must be why they call you Prompt-o, isn't it?

[photoshooter]

[Grin grin grin.]

I've always liked things that go fast.

[He pats the front of his bike like it's an affectionate horse.]

Think we can bring one of these bad boys home? I know it probably won't work off these street lines, but, man, I'll walk it back if I have to.

[riderofcharlemagne]

Hm.

[Squints at the motorcycle. He's having...an idea.]

Think I can put it in the Armiger?

[photoshooter]

Iiiiit's pretty big... I've never tried to put anything this size in there.

[riderofcharlemagne]

So, not a no?

[photoshooter]

You could try.

[riderofcharlemagne]

And who am I to step back from a challenge?

[photoshooter]

Well, after you, Racer One!

[Prompto bows with unnecessary flourish and bounces back up, excited to see if he can do it. Because if Astolfo can do it, he can do it, too, right?]

[riderofcharlemagne]

[With all his Servant strength, completely disproportional to his tiny body, Astolfo hauls the motorcycle into the Armiger. There it goes.

He dusts off his hands and turns to Prompto.]

Well, there you go.

[photoshooter]

Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!

[WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT]

Can you do mine, too? Pleeeease, Astolfo? I promise I'll race you whenever you want! ...I mean, if we can get them working, anyway.

[riderofcharlemagne]

[How could he ignore another opportunity to show off a friend in need?]

I'll hold you to that.

[He lifts the other motorcycle and whoosh there it goes, into the Armiger. Enjoy the two bikes, Izunia.]

[photoshooter]

You're the best, dude.

[riderofcharlemagne]

I've always got your back.

[Especially when shenanigans are promised.]