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.]]

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[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.

[corruptedcoil]

We shall both stand for them. And not forget what was given - no matter what Alphinaud may have done with that gift.

[ fak u bro

This is when she pauses, and looks back to the fire, biting her lip a little. ]

...Hungry?

[photoshooter]

Me? [He laughs a little.] Always. You?

[corruptedcoil]

Yes. Have preference?

[photoshooter]

Oh, I'm not picky. As long as it's dead, I'll eat just about anything.