phantasmalrift | 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.

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I wouldn't want it any other way. And there are certainly worse ways to go.

[Which he knows from experience. What, too dark? Maybe too dark. Who cares, really.]

How inconvenient it must be, to be bound by the whims of the weather that way. I'm very grateful I don't worry about things like that. Not doing things because it's too hot... I can't even imagine.

If anything, I just get more fired up.

..Is there anything that doesn't get you more fired up? Genuine question.

[Because good lord calm this man down.]

What can I say? I'm a passionate person. And I happen to have somewhat of an affinity with heat.

[...You know, that scans.]

I don't know why I'm surprised. It suits you.

It'd be even more apparent if I had my proper color scheme, but I'm missing an important part of my usual outfit. Again. For the third time.

I suppose I should be glad it's just home and not actively taken away this time.

[And shoved into a gacha.]

[That makes Izunia chuckle, and idly reach up for the dangling end of the blue scarf hanging down his chest.]

I can imagine. I think I'd go on the warpath without this.

I've had my coat for... ah, sixteen years now? It feels wrong to be without it.

I suppose that scarf is just as important?

Try two thousand-some. We gave each other a matching set, one of the last times Ardyn was home before...

[He trails off, but Heart can fill in the gap well enough.]

A sizable chunk of our lives for both of us, then, you've just been around significantly longer.

But I see. I can imagine how much sentimental value that has. [Yeah. He can imagine.] ...I'm glad you still have it, then, even after all this time.

It's the object I treasure most in this or any world, and that is not at all being overdramatic.

[He knows this objectively, for whatever weird value of objective applies to dragging objects out of his own weird cognitive space.]

No, that makes sense. I would say it's more than reasonable. Attachments like that are important.

Honestly, I'd say emotional value is the only sort that really matters.

Certainly once you get to my age, it is. Any other possessions are replaced easily enough with time and effort.

I imagine so, yes.

I've never really been much for possessions in general. Whatever I needed, I just took, but that was hardly ever anything. Well. The occasional transportation, maybe... [He can't help it, he does love cars. It runs in the family.] My coat was one of the first things I ever chose for myself, though, so I suppose in that way it is meaningful to me.

That's more than enough reason to be attached to it, if you ask me.

[He understands issues of identity better than most, in some ways. Living as someone else didn't do good things for his.]

I have a few other things too now, I suppose. Not much I really have with me. I'm rather fond of the bookmark Yuuri made me during... well, during everything.

Still safe at home, I imagine... Hm...

[He sounds slightly wistful and then he... blinks, a little surprised.

Ah. Homesickness. So this is what that feels like.]

...Everything well?

[He sees the change in expression and, well, the concern isn't false.]

Oh... yes. Perfectly alright.

Just homesick. And that's... a new one.

Ah.

[And that's all he'll say for a moment, because... yeah. He gets that one. But they're not really at the comforting point of a relationship.]

Hm, don't mind me, really. It's just interesting feeling something you've never felt before.

Well, better interesting than overwhelming, I suppose.

It takes an awful lot for any emotion to be overwhelming to me. I tend to welcome them.

Even the negative ones.

I'm out of practice dealing with much emotion at all, unfortunately, I can hardly say the same.

Oh? So it is overwhelming for you, then?

Not always, but often enough. I can't say I particularly like it.

[Heart makes a brief noise under his breath. Almost a huff, but far more strained. The sound of someone really forcing himself to stay civil.]

How difficult that must be.

[...But somehow he manages to keep his tone even and devoid of feeling.]

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