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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.]
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[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
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]