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phantasmalrift2018-08-03 04:42 pm
photoshooter) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-08-03 04:42 pm
[OPEN] My hands are tied because I won't say good-bye, I tried
Who: Prompto Argentum photoshooter and open!
What: Prompto deals with Noct's absence, for a given value of "deal." It happens to be a very, very small value.
When: 7/12-7/16
Where: Keystone Shore and Keystone Station
Warnings: Final Fantasy XV spoilers and sadness.
i. 7/12, early morning until someone gets him out, Keystone Shore
[There's an amateurishly but lovingly constructed shack down on Glitterstone Beach, the kind of clubhouse boys build that, if they were ten years younger, might say, "No girls allowed!" on it. A secret place, a sacred place, full of skinned knees and gravel and dirty jokes.
Today, even with the hot, sticky weather, the shack is frozen solid. Water starts to drip from the sun-heated roof and freezes again into icicles above the entrance. The windows used to just be square-shaped holes in the wall; they have panes, now, but they're panes of ice, too opaque to see through.
All that's visible inside is a dark shape huddled in the far corner. And all that's audible is--well, nothing. Because Cloudy the hush shepherd is trotting in fretful, silent circles around the shack, occasionally pawing at the sparkling earth.
The door is open. But it's too cold for even Cloudy, with his thick, plush fur, to enter.]
ii. 7/15, afternoon, chicken room on the farm level of Keystone Station
[Prompto's a little more accessible today, at least.
He can be found in his usual haunt, the chicken room, where of course all his lovely egg-laying daughters are happy to see him and his vegetable treats. Sunny the chocobo is there as well, and isn't she starting to get a little gangly and awkward?
But the real stars today are the itty bitty quail chicks, barely the size of his thumb, that are climbing all over his hands and lap.]
Hey. Heeey. Play nice, there's enough food for everyone.
[It's not odd to catch Prompto talking to animals. But the quails... listen?]
iii. 7/16, day, tech lab in Keystone Station
[Over the past few weeks, Prompto's slowly started returning to the lab to hang out with Top and work on refurbishing old world tech. Usually, he sticks to mornings, after his run but before noon.
Today, he's trying his best to block out the knowledge that Noct is really, really gone, and apparently that block extends to "what time is it" and "how long have I been working here" and "when was the last time I ate?"
He's deeply focused, pop punk loud in his ears thanks to the music player he picked up in Incendia, as he tries to get a Resona Aere motorbike to start again without the magitech currents running through the city's streets.]
photoshooter and open!What: Prompto deals with Noct's absence, for a given value of "deal." It happens to be a very, very small value.
When: 7/12-7/16
Where: Keystone Shore and Keystone Station
Warnings: Final Fantasy XV spoilers and sadness.
i. 7/12, early morning until someone gets him out, Keystone Shore
[There's an amateurishly but lovingly constructed shack down on Glitterstone Beach, the kind of clubhouse boys build that, if they were ten years younger, might say, "No girls allowed!" on it. A secret place, a sacred place, full of skinned knees and gravel and dirty jokes.
Today, even with the hot, sticky weather, the shack is frozen solid. Water starts to drip from the sun-heated roof and freezes again into icicles above the entrance. The windows used to just be square-shaped holes in the wall; they have panes, now, but they're panes of ice, too opaque to see through.
All that's visible inside is a dark shape huddled in the far corner. And all that's audible is--well, nothing. Because Cloudy the hush shepherd is trotting in fretful, silent circles around the shack, occasionally pawing at the sparkling earth.
The door is open. But it's too cold for even Cloudy, with his thick, plush fur, to enter.]
ii. 7/15, afternoon, chicken room on the farm level of Keystone Station
[Prompto's a little more accessible today, at least.
He can be found in his usual haunt, the chicken room, where of course all his lovely egg-laying daughters are happy to see him and his vegetable treats. Sunny the chocobo is there as well, and isn't she starting to get a little gangly and awkward?
But the real stars today are the itty bitty quail chicks, barely the size of his thumb, that are climbing all over his hands and lap.]
Hey. Heeey. Play nice, there's enough food for everyone.
[It's not odd to catch Prompto talking to animals. But the quails... listen?]
iii. 7/16, day, tech lab in Keystone Station
[Over the past few weeks, Prompto's slowly started returning to the lab to hang out with Top and work on refurbishing old world tech. Usually, he sticks to mornings, after his run but before noon.
Today, he's trying his best to block out the knowledge that Noct is really, really gone, and apparently that block extends to "what time is it" and "how long have I been working here" and "when was the last time I ate?"
He's deeply focused, pop punk loud in his ears thanks to the music player he picked up in Incendia, as he tries to get a Resona Aere motorbike to start again without the magitech currents running through the city's streets.]
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For Noct. Right? That's how it is for both of us.
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...There is one thing I would ask, in this whole grand plan for deicide.
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[Should he be worried?]
cw: suicidal ideation
But on whatever path things might take in your timeline...could the four of you just be sure to kill me, in the end?
cw: suicidal ideation
Thanks, Ardyn.
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