one day the light of love, though it may seem far away

[founderinglight]

Who: Grandpa Sleepy and you!
What: Izunia has some projects catchall!
When: Late march and a couple days into April
Where: vvvvvarious
Warnings: None YET

March 28-April 3, daylight; space between the station and the lighthouse

[Sticking out in his black coat against the outline of the roof, here's Izunia -

And then he suddenly isn't, with an impressive throw of a greatsword that's nearly his own height spinning through the air. It embeds in the ground, kicking up sand, and he follows in a flash of blue before it vanishes. And then again, straight up into the air - and back down with an explosion of sand.

Or perhaps you catch him with a series of... cards? floating in an array around him, before he suddenly sets one to spinning and conjures a burst of water or ice from the ground. Or, rapier in hand, setting fire to the blade in a... mostly controlled manner. Ignore the singed grass.

Either way, it's clear that he's practicing - putting his abilities on full display for probably the first time, aside from that fateful seagull fight. And perhaps a sparring buddy wouldn't be out of the question...?]

April 4th, east laundry, afternoon

[Well, it's not a total mess. But a keen eye will spot Izunia at one of the sinks - for once, sans scarf. In fact, sans shirt entirely. The reason why is clear in what he's bent over - a bit of dark metallic blue dye and a teeshirt that used to be entirely white. Clearly, he didn't want to risk the rest of his clothes getting stained.

And, well, he was right to be worried, considering that there's a streak of the blue dye running up his forearm to the elbow from where he mistakenly leaned it against the edge of the sink as he works. Also, there's that tattoo on his chest - a flock of crows, indeed, an entire murder, flying away from a series of cracks directly over his heart.]

I suppose I should have done a test run, first...

April 4-5th, late evening/early night

[And once the shirt is finished and hung up to dry securely in his room (and a towel streaked with the dye that mostly came off his arm), Izunia settles himself back in the kitchen again. There's the smell of something in the oven - cheese? garlic? - and while he waits for it to finish, he sets with a notebook at one of the bench-style tables. There's an array of sketches (mostly, now, people around the station), a deck of what seems to be metal playing cards, an empty fountain pen, and directly in front of him, a journal written in neat handwriting...

...Completely in what someone from Earth would recognize as Latin. And unlike the majority of writing around the station, this doesn't seem to want to translate if you sneak a peek.

Good luck sneaking up on Izunia, though, because chances are he hears you and closes the notebook when you approach. There's that usual smile in place, but it seems a bit emptier than usual.]

Good evening.

And also the usual places at the usual times

[If those projects don't interest you, perhaps you've caught him somewhere having a nap, or out on the viewing deck some sunrise or sunset? Strange as he is, even he has a routine.]

Comments

april 5, early night

[nightcure]

[ Noct sleeps late, so he's up late. He's also incredibly hungry, and the smell of whatever's cooking has his stomach growling. It's not Ignis's cooking, but it smells damn good, and Noctis pokes his head in to see-- ]

Oh. Hey.

[founderinglight]

[Izunia sleeps at all hours and is up at all hours. For once, someone can't judge you for your sleep schedule.]

Expecting someone else?

[Also he still... has no idea how to actually navigate this relationship, from the slight awkwardness of the words.]

[nightcure]

Nah, not really.

[ He shrugs a little and goes over to the oven to check out what's inside. ]

Just smelled the food and wondered who was in here.

[ ... Truth be told, he's still getting used to the fact that he's not Ardyn. He forces himself to remember that, even has his heart hammers in his chest. ]

Laundry

[newlawtolight]

Oh my. What did you do?

[founderinglight]

[Ah. It's her.]

Nothing I didn't intend to. Just a bit more of a mess than anticipated.

[newlawtolight]

I see. So what did you do, if I may ask?

Also April 5th, early night

[photoshooter]

[Hey, fun fact! Prompto doesn't sleep well when Noctis isn't there. Shh, don't tell. Anyway, it's not actually so late it's weird to see him up and about, and when he smells food that hasn't been ruined by our local teens...]

Ohhhh, man, what is that? Is there enough to share? Can I have some if there isn't enough?

[Prompto sprawls out face-down on the bench on the other side of the table and kicks his legs idly, hungry and tired but mostly hungry. He's twenty.]

[founderinglight]

Cheesy potatoes, and yes.

[He may have predicted that his local twenty year olds would need, like, actual people food, instead of living off alien cup noodles like they probably have been, left to their own devices.

...By now, Prompto is probably aware of this, considering how often he just happens to show up when food is happening.]

[photoshooter]

[Appearing where there is food is a handy skill trained into him by long association with Noct and thus with Ignis cooking for Noct.]

Mmmm, cheesy potatoes...

[Yum. Prompto keeps kicking for a minute, then picks himself up to pillow his head on his arms instead, on the tabletop.]

Where'd you learn to cook, anyway? Isn't that not a thing royalty has to do, like, ever?

4th, Afternoon

[dubiouslychthonic]

[Honestly, Jetshard's been sleeping a bit better the last few weeks than she had when she first arrived - she'd never wanted to do a self-study on topical sopor withdrawal, but she's adjusting faster than she had expected to - but there's still days when she wakes up, heart racing, four or five times in the middle of the day. And sometimes she gives up on sleep and tries to find something productive to do rather than lying on her bed and listening to the Martinet thud intermittantly against the inside of its cabinet.

Which is why she's showing up in the laundry room in the middle of the afternoon, probably.]

Evening, Izunia.

[Pleasantries (?) aside, she's just going to go and eject the contents of a captchalogue card directly into a washing machine.]

[founderinglight]

Ah - you're up early.

Hey, Jetshard, don't mind his current shirtless status as he bends over the sink again. Projects wait for no laundry buddies.]

[dubiouslychthonic]

There's kind of a point where it stops making sense to pretend I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. Came earlier than usual today.

[Jetshard fiddles with the controls on the washing machine for a moment; once the machine starts, she turns and leans against it. Of course, this means she's now turned around facing him.

And, well, it's not like she's entirely unfamiliar with human musculature in theory, but there is a distinct difference between studying diagrams in an anatomy textbook and seeing someone she knows moving around with no shirt on. It seems a little gauche to stare, and equally so to make a whole big thing of averting her eyes. She compromises by absently cleaning her glasses on the front of her sweater.]

You've a bit on your arm, there.

food !!

[shiritai]

[ It's late enough that Violet doesn't expect there to be anyone else in the kitchen -- which makes it the perfect time for her to continue her attempts at being able to actually feed herself. It's much easier if no one's around, especially since it means she doesn't have to go through the fuss of taking her food back to her room, provided she's actually made anything edible.

This plan is scuppered somewhat by the fact that a) Izunia is there and b) he's already cooking something. Huh.

She doesn't mean to sneak, but it's an occupational hazard of being a tiny anime girl and when her presence is noticed, she gives him a polite little nod. ]

Good evening. [ then she tilts her head. ] Are you writing a letter?

feed her

[founderinglight]

Evening.

[He twirls the pen in his fingers idly before smiling at her.]

No, not unless one thinks of a journal as a letter to themselves. It helps me to keep my thoughts in order.

she must c o n s u m e

[shiritai]

[ She gives a thoughtful little nod. ]

Perhaps it's just as important to communicate with yourself as it is with others.

[ That comes out sounding a little like someone trying their best to be faux philosophical but Violet says it so earnestly it's impossible to read it as anything other than wholehearted sincerity. ]

I've never considered keeping one for myself, though...

march 31, daytime

[thoroff]

[It would seem that Izunia's show attracted an audience, for after he pulls off a particularly flashy trick, the sound of applause rings out across the grassy area. Should he seek out its source, he'll find Wren seated atop Catria's back a moderate distance away, though the hooves of the winged steed for once remain planted firmly on the ground.

There's nothing in her expression — a bright smile — or the rhythm of the claps to suggest that she's anything but sincerely impressed.]

[founderinglight]

[Well, now! He can hardly leave his audience disappointed. Wren gets a flourishing bow as the greatsword vanishes from his and. He'd warp over there, but warping around large animals has historically been a bad plan for not spooking them, even if they're war-trained.]

Afternoon!

[thoroff]

Good afternoon!

[That's fine, she'll just drive said large animal forward to meet him.]

That was quite the performance.

April 4, Laundry

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Astolfo suppresses a laugh at the mess, coming up behind Izunia.]

Going for a new look?

[In his arms he has a bundle of civilian clothes. After wearing them for long enough to get them dirty, he's been putting off washing them since.]

[founderinglight]

More that I'm tired of nearly getting stabbed for family resemblance.

[He bends into the sink again, and then pulls up the piece of paper he was using as a stencil. The holes in it read

NOT ARDYN
WE'RE TWINS]

[riderofcharlemagne]

That’s a recurring problem?

[He tilts his head, curious and a smidge confused.]

Why’s.. [He glances at the shirt to get the name.] Ardyn so stab-worthy?

April 3

[byanyother_name]

[Well. He's caught hints and fragments of Izunia's abilities outside the seagull fight, but this is definitely far more than a hint. It's intriguing, the scope of the abilities he possesses.

It's not as much of a rarity to him anymore; he's dating two Wildcards and his own talents have been...forcibly expanded, after all. But it's still got a fair way to go before it becomes uninteresting.

Even without that, he's been fighting too many creatures of limited creativity and capacity. They don't stretch him and the combat is unsatisfying.

Kurama drops off the edge of the roof casually, his flight kicking in only feet above the sand to settle him with a soft landing. One hand lifts to pull a rose out of his hair and transform it to his whip.]

Is there any special etiquette for asking royalty to dance?

[founderinglight]

[Lucis Caelums are broken as shit, man.

In this particular instance, Izunia is surrounded by the spin of cards - he snaps them back into the single pack of the Deck with a flicked wrist and a smirk.]

Even if there was, I'm a little old fo standing on ceremony anymore. Ground rules?

March 28

[rhododendronhoney]

[Cori blinks a few times when Izunia disappears and reappears like that. The last person she knew with teleporting abilities was Peter...and Missingno, possessing his body. Still, despite the slight tinge of nervous memory that brings up, she still has an impressed smile on her face.]

Wow, you can teleport like that? I've never seen someone using that method before...

[founderinglight]

[FWOOP there's a card briefly embedded in the air beside her before Izunia follows, the better to actually hold a conversation.]

Warping is one of the standard abilities everyone in my family possesses. I'm a bit more skilled with it than average, though that's mostly from years of practice.