Prompto Argentum (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
photoshooter) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
arimoi2017-03-10 09:57 am
photoshooter) wrote in arimoi2017-03-10 09:57 am
These days I've been taking that heavy so lightly [Group text; action for Arcrion]
[The good news first: Prompto has a job!
The not-so-great news: They're still trapped in another world with no idea where they are, why they're there, or how to get back--or whether there will be anything left of the world if they do. Every time he thinks about his talk with Stella, dread churns uncomfortably in Prompto's stomach, and he can't let go of his worry for Noct, for Ignis, for Eos. For himself. What's happening back home, if Noct's springing Ardyn's trap only to find Prompto not there? Will he be okay? Will Prompto be okay, out here, with no idea how to support this other Noctis by himself?
There's also the fact that Noct appears to be turning into some kind of lion cat, and Prompto doesn't know where to even begin wrestling with that. He's choosing to pretend it isn't happening, as much as he can. As long as it isn't bothering Noct, he can deal.
So Prompto's trying to focus on the positive, for now, and he really does love his new part-time work walking dogs in the city. They're really great dogs, different kinds, big ones and little curly ones and all of them his new best friends. Dogs are so good. Mankind doesn't deserve them. And they leave him plenty of time to take photos and explore his surroundings, though he hasn't had much luck finding out more about those weird cultists who brought them to Eludalsia.
Part of the problem is he's been tired. Taking care of the city's cute puppies isn't really strenuous, but it's like the sun itself boils the life out of him; but then at night, when he could rest, he feels fine. So it's not like he's sick or anything. Reasonably, it must be stress, but he's got to keep it together. He's one of the grown-ups. And he's tired of not pulling his weight.
That said, most of his research has been limited to trawling the weirdly official-like information he can find online on his retooled phone (thanks, Yuusei!), and he hasn't found much.
Today, when the light of the noontime sun is just too much, he retreats to his favorite off-leash dog park, lies down on a bench in the shade, and sends a group text to everyone who took a phone and gave him their number:]
anybody find out anything about some group called the joyous???
when i described the people who summoned us, that's the answer i got. "that sounds like the joyous order." but the coffee guy didn't know much more than that. just that they're a cult and he doesn't think they're ""dangerous.""
if you've got any other intel pls share with the class! thnx!
- prompto a.
[Anyone visiting the park in Arcrion this fine day may come across a familiar blond supine on a bench, one freckled arm thrown over his face, looking a little washed out as a Maltese, a Dalmatian, and a big, fluffy mutt frolic nearby.]
The not-so-great news: They're still trapped in another world with no idea where they are, why they're there, or how to get back--or whether there will be anything left of the world if they do. Every time he thinks about his talk with Stella, dread churns uncomfortably in Prompto's stomach, and he can't let go of his worry for Noct, for Ignis, for Eos. For himself. What's happening back home, if Noct's springing Ardyn's trap only to find Prompto not there? Will he be okay? Will Prompto be okay, out here, with no idea how to support this other Noctis by himself?
There's also the fact that Noct appears to be turning into some kind of lion cat, and Prompto doesn't know where to even begin wrestling with that. He's choosing to pretend it isn't happening, as much as he can. As long as it isn't bothering Noct, he can deal.
So Prompto's trying to focus on the positive, for now, and he really does love his new part-time work walking dogs in the city. They're really great dogs, different kinds, big ones and little curly ones and all of them his new best friends. Dogs are so good. Mankind doesn't deserve them. And they leave him plenty of time to take photos and explore his surroundings, though he hasn't had much luck finding out more about those weird cultists who brought them to Eludalsia.
Part of the problem is he's been tired. Taking care of the city's cute puppies isn't really strenuous, but it's like the sun itself boils the life out of him; but then at night, when he could rest, he feels fine. So it's not like he's sick or anything. Reasonably, it must be stress, but he's got to keep it together. He's one of the grown-ups. And he's tired of not pulling his weight.
That said, most of his research has been limited to trawling the weirdly official-like information he can find online on his retooled phone (thanks, Yuusei!), and he hasn't found much.
Today, when the light of the noontime sun is just too much, he retreats to his favorite off-leash dog park, lies down on a bench in the shade, and sends a group text to everyone who took a phone and gave him their number:]
anybody find out anything about some group called the joyous???
when i described the people who summoned us, that's the answer i got. "that sounds like the joyous order." but the coffee guy didn't know much more than that. just that they're a cult and he doesn't think they're ""dangerous.""
if you've got any other intel pls share with the class! thnx!
- prompto a.
[Anyone visiting the park in Arcrion this fine day may come across a familiar blond supine on a bench, one freckled arm thrown over his face, looking a little washed out as a Maltese, a Dalmatian, and a big, fluffy mutt frolic nearby.]
no subject
That I know of. There are legends of Dravanians who have grown to that scale over thousands of years, but they are unconfirmed - none who have seen one have survived.
But am I reading right - did you take breaks from battling to illustrate your own success?
[ alisaie 'doesnt know about cameras' leveilleur is judging you. ]
no subject
you had to have seen him bahamut he was SO BIG.
and so ornery
ugh
what an unbelievably majestic pain
no subject
[ < unaware of cameras ]
I know that sometimes, somebody needs rest and recovery during combat. However, those are good times to give assistance to others though passive abilities or ask for a Bard to assist, if you have one.
no subject
a few seconds lining up my shot when we're in the middle of a fight
i wouldn't leave my friends in the lurch like that! even i don't make that much of a difference in battle, anyway
[< unaware of the problem]
no subject
And everybody is important in combat. You are not a Dragoon, are you?
no subject
also do you not have cameras where you're from?
no subject
And no, the term camera is unknown to me.
no subject
okay look
i'm taking a photo RIGHT now
[And he does, and then, voila: sent.]
see??
instant picture
no subject
That is amazing. Think of how much could be done with these camera - capturing events as they happen.
no subject
that's the idea behind photojournalism
which isn't so much my thing, i kind of like the artistic, personal angles better
but i use it that way too
as a sort of record of our journey
no subject
However, since this land is weak in traditional Aether and spellcasting, it seems to have defaulted to that secondary purpose.
A pity we do not have cameras. I know it is boring to use it simply for journalism, but history fascinates me. Not as much as Urianger, mind you - or Y'shtola. (A Miqo'te Scion - she is a conjurer who studies the past quite a bit. She studied under a woman named Matoya who knew of my grandfather - she would enjoy studying here as well.)
I neglected to mention it, but Miqo'te look like Hyur - the race most similar to humans - except they have cat-like ears and tails.
no subject
wait
okay so you said that the gods - the primals - they change people who work for them, right?
can they change people into different races? like from hyur to... i don't think i can spell that
miko......mokitties?
no subject
[ The next part takes a little to come. But there's a picture taken from her grimoire! It's actually more of a sketch then this, but whatever. (Alphinaud had sketched it, of course.) ]
This happened to one person exposed to Bahamut for five years. (For as long as we're aware. Nael may have survived without Bahamut for time before then. There are still mysteries in the Coils of Bahamut - the remains of the second Moon. Ones I fear unsolvable.)
It would be possible, then, for a god to change one that dramatically. However, all Spoken do not have a united Primal, and I am unaware of any cat-like ones who would change their followers in that manner. There is a theory that Carbuncle has a Primal, but it is unproven.
Is there a reason you have these questions, or are you simply curious?
no subject
[You know what? He can trust Bahamut, right? She helped him, and also, Bahamut's one of the good Astrals. He thinks.
He leaves the group message to text her privately.]
ever since we got here, my best friend's been uh
growing fur
and getting kinda nuzzly and sleepy
well sleepier
he's always been kind of a sleepy guy
and also now he has cat ears soooo
i was hoping there might be a non terrifying explanation
no subject
[ If he's being semi-personal... she can trust him, right? Yes. ]
It may be influence from me. I call myself Bahamut, but that is simply easier then trying to explain my situation.
My name is Alisaie Leveilleur, and I am holding back the essence of Bahamut - our Aethers are combined as one. But even then, there may be influence from the Elder Primal - I used to be Elezen before all of this. Perhaps I am still dangerous to others. That is why I sealed myself away before this. I wasn't meant to see anybody ever again. I don't know my influence.
[ She's angry at herself. She shouldn't have come into town. But Prompto might actually hear her voice - she's surprisingly close-by, and she's just let out a swear. ]
no subject
Might as well... get up and walk quietly towards the sound while he continues to text her.]
okay that is a lot of information to take in all at once, especially when i'm still kind of iffy on the different terms we're using
but if i understand you right
you were something else but now you have bahamut living inside you
and you think he's (unless bahamut is a girl in your universe! could be!) turning people into cats? or the influence of the god you were attached to before
i believe your story but that part seems a little far fetched especially since i don't think you've even met noct yet right?
no subject
[ fun fact about ffxiv dragons: they're agender. and also came from space at first. agender asexual near-immortal space alien dragons. ]
But, yes. Those are the basics. A Primal can influence one beyond their body - back when Dalamud (the second moon, and prison of Bahamut constructed by the ancient Allag Empire around 5000 years prior) was in the sky, it influenced Nael van Darnus to make the Garlean Empire drop said Dalamud onto Eorzea, using forbidden magic. (The tempering, however - control of their body and mind - was sped up by transmitters constructed by others.)
It is only a theory, but it is plausible. I would need to see if any others were being changed, and if the signs pointed to it being uncontrolled. If the influence of a contained Bahamut could come from the skies, then I know not how safe anybody is.
I'm sorry if it is the case. This is why me and Phoenix were sealed away. To prevent anything happening.
[ When he finds her, she's hiding. She's hiding herself, sort of bundled into a... small cavern she blasted out of the ground. It still smells a little of magic, but that smell has been lingering since she did this last night. It's big enough to enter, but is just a hole in the ground. ]