[your very voice is in my heartbeat]

[founderinglight]

Who: Izunia and various [CLOSED!!!]
What: Palace log and associated prep; catchall
When: Primarily the day of April 28th, with some lead-up in the days preceding (forward-dated; OOC date is Thursday)
Where: uh, Izunia's room, technically
Warnings: Numerous.

Comments

[founderinglight]

Not exactly. Or, perhaps more accurately, nothing yet pressing.

[He's very distinctly nervous, yeah, from the way he sighs into the phone. Seems like it's on speaker.]

I'm sure you're aware enough that I have... some difficulty, in regulating my thoughts and emotions, in regard to Ardyn especially.

[promittere]

I might have noticed something like that when we were in the forest.

[There is a lot of history he learned very, very quickly. And honestly? He's still not sure what exactly all of this is going to mean going forward.]

[founderinglight]

Tactful as ever.

[It's wry, perhaps touched a bit with dark humor.]

I wish to get that under... some form of control, before my inability to deal with it does any more harm. So I've arranged for a somewhat radical intervention, with the aid of a friend and a few others from his world.

[promittere]

It's been a long few days.

[Which isn't much of an apology.]

I see. And how radical is this going to be?

[founderinglight]

Won't know until we reach the other side, so to speak. It's a sort of cognition manipulation that manifests in an extradimensional space called a Palace, where one can confront the problematic thoughts directly.

[Ignis can probably guess where he's going with this.]

[promittere]

[Oh, he can, and he's not sure if he likes it.]

By going into this Palace, I assume? And by the mention of his friends, multiple people can enter one.

[founderinglight]

Indeed. From my understanding of the potential danger involved, it would be quite difficult if they could not.

[They're both smart, really.]

Whether you accept or decline the invitation is up to you.

[promittere]

[Of course it's dangerous. Of course.]

I accept. [He's not just going to let you kill yourself.] Just let me know when and where.

[founderinglight]

[He has no intention of dying. That is, in some ways, very much the whole point.]

I appreciate it. Out of a sense of fairness, if nothing else.

Saturday morning - most likely starting out, at the very least, in my room. The actual location doesn't much matter, but it's a convenient enough place to gather everyone. I'm number eleven.

[promittere]

[Intent and reality don't always go hand in hand.]

Fairness?

I'll be there. [A pause.] Is there anything I should do to prepare?

[founderinglight]

Did you think we made our judgements without looking to a person's heart?

[Ignis knows well enough what he means, and even if this was not a private message, no one else has any need to.]

Beyond whatever you would normally do for a planned afternoon of risk and adventure, I should hope not. You're more than capable of taking care of yourself.

[promittere]

[Message received. He makes a quiet noise, before letting out a sigh.]

I'll bring what I can. Will we retain access to our Armigers while in the Palace?

[founderinglight]

I'm not entirely certain - crossing different worlds doesn't exactly come with a compatibility guide.

Given that the space works on cognition, my guess is that if you think you should be able to, you'll be able to, but I have no certainty on the matter and no real way to check before we get there.

[promittere]

We've crossed worlds and managed it already, though I'm not sure I could convince myself it will work without Noct's presence.

[Hm.]

I suppose I'll just have to take everything out before hand.