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prompto talks to a fluffbirb [closed]
[ The darkest hour comes before the dawn. At least, that's what Stella believes - and that's why she awakens to watch sunrises. That is, if she had managed to sleep. But after watching everything over the past two days, she barely slept last night. She'd noticed, however, her charge had been growing... hair.
A lot of hair. Almost a mane, over his shoulders and head. It didn't seem too much of a worry, however... should it be? He's felt different for the past few days. As long as it's not much, it's fine.
But she's sitting, looking out to the rising sun. ]
It still feels the same, even across the Stars.
[ She's waiting by Noctis, for Prompto. Because... she needs to talk to him, alone. And isn't this the best way? Wait for him to wake up and gently goad him until they can discuss serious matters. ]
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...He'll believe you. He-- there was another you there. In the same state as him.
[ It'd come up eventually. Prompto isn't a complete moron, he would have had to realize this. She thinks. ]
To play a story already written, played over and over, to trick a being guided by pure instinct. In the role of villain - that is his fate. [ Even if the hero she's seen... really doesn't seem to be hero material. ]
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[Oh, no. Prompto's left hand edges up to hold on tightly to the leather band around his wrist, and then he shakes his head quickly and rocks into his seat again. No, no no.]
C-can I stop him? If he's me, then is there some way I can--that I can keep him from hurting anyone?
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[ She's not good at explaining this to one unfamiliar with the formula of that world. ]
...His Lord Noctis, of course. I promise the only cruelty that he would commit would be to accidentally step on anothers' foot.
[ breathes in ]
No, Noctis and his followers are to awaken one of the Dragons, and work to separate Beast and Man, until the Hero brings the other Dragon - seeing Noctis as simply evil. They fight, and the beast we desire to fight rises. If... everything goes well, it is killed, and we are disposed of.
[ This is a suicide mission anyway. She hates it so, but if she fought fate, the beast - the Worldeater - may awaken sooner. ]
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[WHERE IS HIS EVERYBODY LIVES/NOBODY DIES AU???]
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He's not meant to exist. I'm not meant to exist. Maybe it's different for the real ones - maybe it's different for you. [ And for Lunafreya - the one she's sure Prompto has met. ] But as long as we live - this is our purpose. And I will guide Noctis into it. No matter what.
[ And she won't fight it, until she's sure she can. If she even ever can. ]
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[He struggles to form the words, but they escape him unvoiced. Blinking quickly, he looks down at his hands, then hauls himself roughly to his feet to pace before their guttered campfire. His hands are fists at his side, his steps narrow and stiff. There's a lump in his throat.
It's too much. It was already too much, the fate of their star on Noct's shoulders ever since he was a kid, and everything taken away from him: his home. His friend. His dad. It's too much for Iggy's blindness to be on his head, or Gladio's anger.
Now it's too much for Prompto, too--for Stella to say those things to him, now of all times, when the echo of Noct's terrible fury still freezes his blood, the memory of familiar eyes looking at him and seeing only something they hated. It's too much to hear that when there's a code burned into, burning on his wrist, that all his life has told him what he's always known: You don't belong here.
He stops pacing, facing neither of them, head bowed.]
It shouldn't matter, Stella. I-it shouldn't matter whether someone's meant to exist or not.
[His shoulders are bunched up like he's expecting the world to come crashing down on him.]
Not... not when you do. Once you exist... everything else should get to be up to you.
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But she knows that pose. Oh, she knows it well. To see one who's holding together so poorly... she should have expected it, from seeing the one she had observed. He was so meek-but-excited, he barely looked like he belonged. Couldn't even command a Pokemon battle. By Etros' grace, Stella was growing frustrated.
The chilling calm remains in her voice. ]
It should be, shouldn't it. But he must play his part, else everything ends. You get your freedom. Your Noctis is free - as are all of you. [ She's jealous. She wants to survive. Her voice is beginning to crack. ] You get to choose without threat of a world-destroying beast looming over every movement, watching to see if it seems like his reality.
The choice was made for us, before we were born. Because we're not like you.
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[He looks back at her, heart breaking, because she doesn't understand. She thinks his Noctis is free?]
It isn't like that. Eos... [He lets out a humorless, quiet sound, more exhalation than laugh.] It's not everything it's cracked up to be. Believe me.
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...Wish I could have seen it. Luna got to survive. Her soul got to stay, and I was sent though Etros' gates. Excuse me if I think you're lucky to get life instead of death.
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...Luna died.
[Grief washes the whininess out of his voice, leaving it hollow.]
She died right in front of Noct, and he couldn't do anything to save her. She died so he could fulfill his duty as King.
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And then anger. An anger which seems unfitting of one who looks like her. There's a long while until her voice comes out, a beastly snarl. ]
...I lost my life for her to live. And she dies for the hero - a hero who we'd both do anything for. How dare she?
[ ...How dare she make Stella feel sudden regret deep inside? You managed to stop her from talking about her own destined fate, but instead... ]
She... was to live for both of us. Why...? Was she give life, to simply die?
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[Agitated again, Prompto swallows and holds his elbows.]
It was supposed to be for peace. Th-they were getting married. But the Empire tricked everyone and Insomnia fell, and everything got so messed up...
[He blinks rapidly at the lightening horizon. His eyes are wet.]
I'm just... I'm nobody, Stella. I'm not a hero like Noct, I'm just. There. [He looks at his boots.] I can't answer your questions when I can't make any sense of it myself.
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...A trust well-placed. [ She says, sarcastically. Anger still tinting every one of her words. ] If it was for peace - even but a lie, why did I--
[ Why didn't she get to see it. Of course something dramatic would happen, and she didn't even get to witness it. She was pulled by the Gods to another damned world!
And then, Stella stands, still looking to the sun. Taking a calming breath, her voice goes back to her gentleness. To seeming so much like who she calls her sister. ] You're not nobody. You get to exist, even if you die. Lucky.
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...Yeah. Lucky. [He tries to laugh, and all that comes out is a weak, listless noise.] That's me. Happy-go-lucky Prompto. Existing. Doing just great.
[He takes a deep breath of his own, but somehow it still feels like it doesn't get all the way down. Like there's something stuck in his throat or his chest. He tries to clear it with a cough, and his eyes sting.]
Sorry. I should... I should go. I'll, um. I'll rustle up some breakfast before Noct wakes up.
[He's already in motion before he finishes speaking, turning away to gather the things he'll need for a short excursion to find eggs.]
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[ Stella shakes her head. She... she feels, deep down, she had to do this. But on the other hand, she gave a little sigh - and shifted back to being a Togekiss, before getting close to Noctis...
And entering her Pokeball, leaving Noctis alone in the rising sun. She's done her role for now, she can sleep for a while.
When Prompto returns, Noctis is beginning to wake - fluffing at his weird beard a lot. What...? Not only did he feel like his sleep was strange (seeing things in it? Isn't that what the Oracle is meant to do? Or Ignis, but Ignis was special) but he woke up with something he never thought he'd grow.
I mean, he'd never really tried to grow a beard. Or had to shave.
But perhaps they grow this fast? He'd never asked his father nor mother, for it had never come up. (Why hadn't he thought of it before? Too busy learning of the Heroes and how Pokemon are treated, he supposed.) He's letting out little grumbles, eyes still shut. It's too early but he's waking up. ]
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[Prompto says it with maybe sixty percent of his usual jokester energy, everything Stella told him still swirling 'round in his head. Distracted and toting a jacketful of purloined (Purrloined?) eggs and fruits like a grocery bag, he only swings low to ruffle Noct's hair briefly on his way to stoke the campfire back up.]
Mornin', buddy. You're looking a little shaggy there, huh? [He's not really paying attention, but the growth's significant enough...] Don't know what Gladio'd have to say about you trying on his look.
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He's not here, is he.
[ A pause, before: ] ...breakfast? [ ...Those eggs look small. ]
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Workin' on it. Patience, dude. We can't all come up with a new recipeh-- [He says, snapping his fingers like a certain someone as he continues to be situationally oblivious.] --on the spot, you know. There's fruit, too, though. Help yourself.
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But he does reach over for some fruit, keeping his eyes focused on Prompto. Staring, blinking slowly, as he goes back to his neutral expression. ]
...It's too early.
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[Having finally looked up to meet that slow blink, Prompto pauses, then points with his frying pan.]
Whoa. You really grew all that overnight?
[...He wants to touch the fluff...]
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[ He huffs, before pausing and touching it himself a bit more. Not changing his gaze, mind you - but beginning to scratch at his neck a little. It's itchy. ]
...Yeah, I guess I did. [ Should. Should he be freaking out. Because he will. If Prompto does. He's not lived with people for a while. ]
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Weird. [That much is true.] But we've seen weirder. [For example: Toad, as a status effect. Why?] Could be something in the water.
[He rubs his own chin to see if he's got any extra growth, but, nope. Barely even stubble.]
Or maybe it's a side effect of whatever those weirdos did to bring us here. It doesn't hurt, right?
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And of course, he then reaches over to touch Promptos' chin himself, leaning closer with a little smile. ] It's fine.
...Well, it's a little itchy. But if this is all that those people did, it's not too bad. [ I mean, he's been kidnapped - as has others - and brought to this strange place. But... it's okay. Really. They'll find a way back. Even if when he spends time with any of these people, he's feeling different. ] It would have been something strong.
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And it might distract Noct from the faint redness outlining the bottoms of his eyes that speak to crying a little before he got back from foraging.]
Yeah. It'd have to be, right? Summoning always is.
[That's why that burden rests always on Noctis.]
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That is a very unhappy looking Noctis. Well, mock-unhappy. Honestly, Noctis is enjoying it, but he's too cool to enjoy something like this. And that's why he remains there - before just taking a bite out of an apple.
Right in front of Prompto. He has noticed the redness himself - but honestly? He... doesn't know how to approach it. Except for a little paw at his eyes. He's been struggling, but he's trying his best. He sighs a little - even while being fluffed - and tries to give a serious look. Which is really hard right now okay.
He's never summoned before. Has he...? ]
...You doing okay?
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