founderinglight: ([hold])
Izunia Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] founderinglight) wrote in [community profile] phantasmalrift2018-05-09 08:50 pm

and the hope of morning

Who: Izunia and you! And a kitty. (First prompt closed to Ardyn)
What: TWIN FIGHT TWIN FIGHT and general catchall. And a kitty.
When: Twinfight: Morning of Tues the 1st. Everything else, whenever whenever after that.
Where: The beach; around the Station
Warnings: All the hecking warnings on the twinfight.

Closed to Ardyn

[It takes some time to find his brother; as a result, people might see Izunia doing the "think murder and walk" thing for a half an hour or so around the Station before he concludes that Ardyn isn't there and heads elsewhere. Those with a careful eye will notice more than just his stance being different; he's clean-shaven and decked out in full black coat and boots, including a black tricorn hat with an impressive plume and a bird skull of some sort attached to it. If the growing heat of the mid-to-late morning bothers him, it's hard to tell.

Those who are more used to the casually-dressed, laid-back man usually seen around the Station could well be surprised to see this side of him. Today, the Founder King walks.

And so it is eventually out of the Station that he roams, and there spots the figure down on the beach from the cliffside. A thrown dagger hits the sand, leaving behind it the blue trail of a very long warp, and Izunia plucks it from the sand before crossing the last few yards to his brother.]


Ardyn. If you have some time, might I have a word?

[menacing]

May 2-4, aka the Heat Wave, around the Station

[Come the heat wave itself, however, Izunia is dressed at least a little more practically for the weather, though still in teeshirts and black pants. He can be found in all his usual places - the low-numbers kitchen, the deck, and the library - during the day, as well as sitting in the Annex underlevel on a blanket to enjoy the breeze in the cooler underground cavern. He's not completely immune to heat, only mostly.

Those who hang around the outside of the station at night, when things have cooled off a little more, will find him either on the deck still or out on the sand behind the stables, working with some sort of light magic as he turns it into different colors from his usual blue, and, eventually, into the shapes of letters and simple symbols. It seems like he's having quite a bit of fun, at least.]


Also May 2-4, also around the Station but more common room/kitchens/his room

[What's that sound? What's that flash in the corner of your eye?

It's a cat - the size of a full grown feline already, though her proportions mark her as not yet an adult - with a dark blue collar and a ringing bell.

And she is having the zoomies around the residential floor after escaping her dad's room. Nyoom, off she goes!

Or perhaps you're sitting in the kitchens or the common room when she finally wears herself out a bit, and you've been approached for Pettings, Please. Or perhaps you have food. Or perhaps your shoelaces have just become her new toy in place of randomly zooming around.

However it is you encounter this fluffy little monster, you can be sure that Izunia is not too far behind, led by the sound of her bell.]


May 5th, Night

[Once the heat wave breaks, it's finally time to make use of one of the Station's new features. With all the windows open to the breeze and the sound of the storm, Izunia is sprawled out in the hot tub in a pair of black trunks and nothing else. The way his head is tipped back, it's easy to mistake him for asleep, but the sound of someone else arriving makes him glance in the direction of the door. It's still fairly easy to tell him apart from Ardyn, though, if you know what to look for - blue eyes, still clean-shaven, and a black tattoo on his chest, the majority of it blurred by the bubbling water except for the two crows flying highest in the direction of his neck.]

Evening.
myocordial: (021)

[personal profile] myocordial 2018-05-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Still smaller than all my friends. And, ah... sure. I'm not... very used to dealing with animals.

Where did you find her?
nightcure: (pic#11943194)

[personal profile] nightcure 2018-05-13 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, not a terrible way to go out, honestly. At least you'd be soft and warm.
blackestwitch: (not having an existential crisis today)

May 2, common room

[personal profile] blackestwitch 2018-05-13 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maddie is chilling out in the common room today, clad in a funny shirt, a pair of shorts, and her usual flannel tied around her waist instead of being worn properly. A set of gaming headphones are around her neck, quietly blaring music out.

She's lounging in an armchair with one foot over an armrest while Zel, her cat/companion, rests on the back of the chair. She pauses when she hears the sound of a bell - was that one of the androids? No it was moving too fast. She figured it out once she felt something batting at the arms of her flannel, hanging off the edge of the chair. ]


Hey there. [ She puts her hand down off the edge of the chair next to her sleeve. It's either going to sniff her hand, bat at her hand, or run away, but cats are cute so? ]
burninglight: (when it feels like a lie)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-05-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
your assumptions are many, yet still not accounting for the potential for mistakes

you're so caught up in assuring me nothing could possibly have happened that you refuse to acknowledge something could have.

my stance remains the same: never go behind my back for something like that again.
Edited 2018-05-13 03:35 (UTC)
blackestwitch: (not having an existential crisis today)

[personal profile] blackestwitch 2018-05-13 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeeeessss! Gonna scritch this kitty's ears. Fluffy... ]

Zel... this cat is so fluffy... why aren't you this fluffy?

[ Zel snorts in response, but doesn't give a real answer since he sees somebody approaching. ]
burninglight: (ever on and on i continue)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-05-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
this isn't about whether i trust him or not and i don't understand how much more clearly i can express this

i am livid because you asked him and made not even the slightest indication of letting me know 'by the way, i'm inviting your son on a weird metaphysical trip that is potentially dangerous'

did you tell him to keep it from me, because if you did i'm breaking your legs next time i see you
blackestwitch: (not having an existential crisis today)

[personal profile] blackestwitch 2018-05-13 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, hey! Mr. Izunia. I still haven't met your brother, so I'm just going to assume when I hear your voice that it's you.

Is this cat yours, then? She's really fluffy.
burninglight: (slipping through the cracks)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-05-13 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
fine

but you pull another stupid decision like that and get someone i love hurt or even killed

then you'll have no right to complain about the consequences
nightcure: (sShxemC)

[personal profile] nightcure 2018-05-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Hah, I guess so. What's her name?
nojohnyouare: Staring ahead. (and wash away my colours)

[personal profile] nojohnyouare 2018-05-13 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Pet pet pet.]

There were fewer than 100 people. And I knew them all. So when something happened, everyone understood it. ...Like this place. Almost.
photoshooter: (CANDID 📷 Can't force that smile)

[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-05-13 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[...Prompto ends up smiling sadly.]

Yeah, he can. He never gives up.
photoshooter: (WHISPER 📷 So what's the plan?)

[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-05-13 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I wonder how he does it. Or maybe it's a used-to thing, now. I used to wonder.

[He turns one hand palm-up and concentrates. After a moment, the water vapor in the air above it starts to crystallize, slowly clumping together like a hailstone.]
Edited 2018-05-13 09:44 (UTC)
thoroff: (092)

May 2, afternoon; viewing deck

[personal profile] thoroff 2018-05-13 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite this being nowhere near the beach or the hot tub Wren is clad in her bikini as she walks onto the deck; with the heat wave in full swing, even the tactician's coat that would normally be her sole concession to modesty is nowhere to be seen. She falls into a chair — pointedly not one of the plush ones — and exhales deeply, fanning herself with one hand.

She's yet to acknowledge Izunia's presence, if she even noticed him there at all.]

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