barbecue.

[lostcompany]

[Night, and a campfire outside of town, in the lightly forested scrubland of the Neloi Flats. A good rendezvous point for a ragtag bunch of abductees; a point of interest for any stragglers, where fellow otherworlders can be found.

Just follow the smell of cooking meat. There's...there's a lot of it.

And while you're all feeding yourselves, there's a lot to talk about. For instance: who the fuck were the people that brought everyone here? What did they want? Who's interested in finding a way back home, and what's the best way to tackle that question? Where will everyone stay? How will everyone get along in this place?

All that and more, at the campfire.]



[[ooc: Meant to be a rapid-fire IC conversation kind of post, with rampant threadjacking, but do as ye will! Proper toplevels are welcome, as are new characters.]]

Comments

[photoshooter]

You can make ones that move?

[Yeah, a lot of that went over his head, but hey--you handle one Final Fantasy fetchquest, you've handled 'em all.]

Whoa, that's amazing! I thought you'd need a machine for something like that. [Impressed whistle!]

[corruptedcoil]

[ Yup, exactly. She nods to him. ]

Like Mammet. Have some spare cores. Were... gifts. In case Magitek broke.

[ she doesn't get it either ]

[photoshooter]

In case Magitek... breaks? ...How is that possible?

[And if it is, how can he break it? Asking for a friend.]

[corruptedcoil]

Yes. If hit enough.

[ She pauses. ]

...Or if overloaded with Magick. Brother told me of Ultima Weapon being destroyed.

[photoshooter]

I-is there a way to break all of it? At the source, maybe?

[aSKING FOR A FRIEND,,,]

[corruptedcoil]

...I wonder. It would need a lot of power. And Magitek has killed Elder Primal before.
[ A shrug. ]
Could try, if find.

[photoshooter]

Hmm... That so...

[That makes sense. The Empire's slain half the Six already, though Prompto's pretty sure you can't keep a god down forever. Still... if he can get back to Gralea and take care of it on his own, that'll. It'll be something, right? He'll have done something to help?]

I'd be interested. If there's a way.

[corruptedcoil]

It would be good. Then, I could sleep easier.

[ yes they're talking about two different Empires, but Alisaie wouldn't say no to killing any of them. She's smiling a little, good job. ]

...But we do not know how to return home. To stop them.

[photoshooter]

We'll figure it out!

[He says it with something closer to certainty than to hope.]

Me and Noct, we've been through way more desperate situations than this. We're on a journey to save the world, you know? This's just one more... weird, weird pit stop on the road.

[corruptedcoil]

[ Alisaie is just gonna side-eye the boy and his fluffbird. ]

...A Warrior of Light, then? Of course I did not know them all.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto looks at Noct, too, and his own expression shifts to something admiring. And sad. That's a lot of weight for his friend to shoulder.]

Yeah. ...I guess you could say that. But we're there to help him--me, Ignis, and Gladio. So it'll be okay.

[That sounds more like he's convincing himself, but his earlier trust stands. Prompto's faith in Noctis is unshakable.]

[corruptedcoil]

[ This seems a little weird. ]

You're not all blessed by the Light? I would not think only one would be.

[ And you're not getting tempered. ]

[photoshooter]

Uhh, no? Noct's--well, he's the king, now. So he's the only one with the right powers to do the thing with the crystal. Or something.

[Prompto is not entirely clear on how saving the world works. Look, he's only here 'cause he wanted to make a stupid speech at Noct's wedding, he didn't ask for these struggles.]

[corruptedcoil]

...How cruel.

[ Alisaie is believing less and less in the Light of the Mother, hearing this. ]

When we return, I will see if I can get an audience with them. It is unfair. This will not take too long.

[photoshooter]

[She lost him.]

"Them"?

[corruptedcoil]

The Crystal.

[photoshooter]

Uhhh. I don't know if that would do anything. I mean, crystals don't really have ears.

[Brilliant observations from Dr. Prompto Argentum, Ph.D.]

And this is the way it's always been, anyway. Noct's line, going all the way back to... I dunno, his great-great-great-grandwhatever. That's just sort of what the kings of Lucis are supposed to do.

[corruptedcoil]

[ Alisaie pauses for a long time. Opens her book. Reads something to herself.

And then glares. ]

That does not sound like Hydaelyn. Unless all the Warrior of Light are of Lucis.

[ Wherever or whatever that is. That does make her wonder for a moment if a Lalafell and an Auri could be related. ]

[photoshooter]

[...Prompto just heard her say that name, and he still isn't sure he can pronounce it. What's a Hidee-heigh-diddley-aye-oh? He wishes Ignis were here to be all smart and stuff.]

Well... uh... I, I guess there's... was. The Oracle. ...Lady Lunafreya.

[She'd count, right? If someone besides Noct was ever blessed by the Light, it'd have to be her.]

[corruptedcoil]

...I'm sorry.

[ She's assuming, of course, looking to the ground a little. ]

[photoshooter]

We all are.

[She assumes right.]

...The star's a darker place, with her gone.

[corruptedcoil]

...I can imagine. I know not of Lady Lunafreya, but...

[ She looks a little uncomfortable. ]

Five years ago, my Grandfather gave his life. To protect everybody. It never gets easier.

[photoshooter]

...Hope he rests in peace.

[Maybe later, it'll occur to him that it is very, very weird for Bahamut to have a grandpa, but they're having a moment.]

[corruptedcoil]

And her as well. May she walk in Light.

[ It's a nice moment. She puts a hand to Prompto for a moment - this was comfort, right? Right. ]

[photoshooter]

[He touches Alisaie's hand, smiles a little, and nods. Yeah. This is comfort.]

Not gonna lie, it's been rough since then, but. We won't let her passing be in vain.