and the hope of morning

[founderinglight]

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.

Comments

[photoshooter]

...I really don't want you making decisions for me anymore, either. Even if you are the Founder King. That wasn't okay on so many levels.

[founderinglight]

I know. Consider yourself to have full permission to hit me if I start again.

[photoshooter]

Ugh, why is that your answer to things? When I told you I didn't want to stay around the station you were all, "Oh, if he does anything to hurt you, I promise I'll kill him myself." Like, dude. I don't want to hurt you or anyone.

[founderinglight]

...Because I have a vengeful streak a mile wide and no better coping mechanisms?

[Self-deprecating but honest???]

Slightly less tangled in my emotional problems, I respond very strongly to physical sensations in general. It's not a matter of hurting me, I'm not concerned about that, I don't think you ever would. It's... trusting you to interrupt my thought patterns when they start to go that way. I'd rather take a smack or two than hurt you any more.

[Izunia.exe is having an error, smack it until it works again.]

[photoshooter]

--Is that why you keep throwing pens at my head?!

[founderinglight]

...Maybe.

[photoshooter]

Stop, it's annoying! It doesn't make me think, oh, bad thoughts, it makes me think why the hell is Izunia throwing stuff at my head!

[founderinglight]

Okay, point taken.

[But if it interrupts the bad thoughts, isn't it working?]

[photoshooter]

[Huff! ...Yes. But huff, anyway!]

So can't I nudge you instead? Kick you gently in the ankle or something? Hitting people is--I just don't do that.

[founderinglight]

Oh, no, that's fine. I didn't mean... Anything's fine.

[Communication lets be good at it.]

[photoshooter]

Then, okay. Poke you when you start doing the thing and I need you to back off. I think I can do that.

[Yaaaaay communication.]

[founderinglight]

[Thumbs up. Good talk.]

Keep an eye on this one for a moment, would you? I think that chili is about done simmering.

[photoshooter]

[And that perks him right up.]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[Kitty! Kitty. Prompto comes back to the table and kneels at it again instead of using a chair, because when Sunshine hops along after him, he lets her have the chair.]

Hey again, little lady...! [ฅ(≚ᄌ≚) ฅ(≚ᄌ≚) ฅ(≚ᄌ≚)]

[founderinglight]

I promise I made it tolerable for your tongue. Toasted some of the bread, too, since we somehow lack crackers around here.

[He gets up, leaving Prompto to keep an eye on the very curious kitty.

Hello... friend? Sniffsniff, you smell funny.]

[photoshooter]

I can handle normal person amounts of spice just fine, you weird pepper addict.

[But anyway, he laughs softly as Verity comes to get to know him.]

What are you talking about, I don't smell funny. Is it because you smell Sunshine on me? Sunny, say hi.

[He scoots the chair a little closer, even though only a bit of feather sticks up over the table's horizon. Sunshine says "kweh" plaintively and tries to reach up to see over the edge herself.]

[founderinglight]

I did say I like strong sensations.

[There's the clatter of dishes as he serves up some bowls.

Meanwhile Verity is very much distracted from Prompto by Large Borb. That's a funny sound! It smells like a toy. Does it wanna play?]

[photoshooter]

Sunshine isn't a toy, she's alive like you. Sunny--oh, all right, here.

[And up Sunshine goes onto the table. Prompto takes her seat and scoots in to play referee as Sunny shakes herself, kwehs again, and peers at Verity with one eye and then the other.

Kweh! Hello! What a weird-looking chocobo, the big ones are weird and featherless but this one has two legs too many!]

[founderinglight]

[Sniff!! Sniff sniff!!! What are you?

Izunia comes back over with the pair of bowls, setting them on the table before pulling silverware, a small basket of lightly toasted French bread slices, and finally a drink for himself out of his Armiger.]

Are they making friends?

[photoshooter]

Yeah, I think so. Right now they're both kinda stuck on the "what even are you" question though. Sunshine thinks everything that moves is a chocobo.

[Sunshine does not have to sniff, but she does waddle around Verity to check her out. Prompto has to pick his bowl up off the table to make sure she doesn't just walk straight into it.]

Shouuuuuld weeeee put them on the floor?

[founderinglight]

... We can try, but Verity might well try to jump back up. Such is the nature of cats, they like to be tall.

[Sniff? ... Banp. You can be a friend.

Izunia stirs his chili a bit before spooning some onto one of the bread slices.]

They usually get along fairly well with chocobos, at least. Even young ones. They're too large to register as prey.

[photoshooter]

[Sunshine doesn't seem to know what to do with the banp but goes right ahead and starts to preen Verity's soft grey feathers anyhow.]

Aw. There we go, they're friends now.

[Prompto sits back in his chair to eat the chili directly, watching the animals carefully.]

Sunny'll probably want to go back on the floor soon. She likes having more room to run around than that.

[founderinglight]

Makes sense enough. Chocobos are made for running.

[Oh! Grooming! Well perhaps she does need a bath, at that. Verity doesn't object to the preening and in fact starts washing one of her paws.]

You seem to understand them unusually well.

[He has questions, but isn't outright asking. Just letting Prompto know he noticed.]

[photoshooter]

Hmm. I dunno, it just seems obvious the more I watch them. I mean, the different ways they talk and stuff.

[Well, Izunia may have noticed, but, ah...]

[founderinglight]

... I think it's a bit more than that at this point, you know.

[Prompto...]

[photoshooter]

[Bafflement: 2 seconds
Realization: .4
Denial: 1
Exasperation: 3 and counting.

Prompto groans and puts his head down on the table, bowl still held aloft to keep Verity and Sunshine from getting into it.]

Awww, not again. Seriously? Can magic even do that?