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[OPEN] what kingly dreams
WHO? Noctis and you (and some other losers maybe)
WHAT? Dreams
WHEN? Whenever both our characters are asleep during this event
ANYTHING ELSE? Possible violence and trauma
WHAT? Dreams
WHEN? Whenever both our characters are asleep during this event
ANYTHING ELSE? Possible violence and trauma
[ Dream A ]
[ The decorations on the Citadel almost seem like physical impossibilities, great waterfalls of fabric draped over towering architecture and what feels like a never-ending amount of petals or confetti catching the light as they fall. It's not really all that consistent. It is a dream, after all.
Maybe that's why the crowd that chokes the plaza feels so indistinct, fuzzy background faces cheering for the wedding they're about to witness. Noctis takes a deep breath as he gathers his composure, unable to adjust his collar because fidgeting is inappropriate but it's so itchy. Nevertheless he turns his head from where he's standing at the height of the stairs, looking to what should be his bride climbing the last few. Except... ]
Wait, this isn't right. [ You are not Luna. ]
[ Dream B ]
[ The indignant cheeping of the chocobos in response to their beautiful plumage getting wet is louder at least than the steady rainfall against the rooftop of the Wiz Chocobo Post. Louder still might be Noctis's scoffing at his own hair getting wet, trying his best to smooth it down even as he ducks under the railing of one of the bird pens. ]
Easy, easy... You think I want to be out here either? [ Why is he here? He doesn't know beyond that it's definitely his job to feed these animals; that's a certainty. Did he take up a part-time job or something? One gloved hand smoothes feathers as he calls out to the other presumed worker on duty. ]
Hey, can you pass me that bag of greens?
[ Dream C ]
[ Students are whispering behind him, he can feel it. They always do. He looks younger, feels younger, and the school uniform he's wearing is as uncomfortable as it ever was.
He stares at the board, a complex math equation he's never seen carefully scrawled onto its face as his teacher tuts disapprovingly. "How can we have a prince that can't even solve something so rudimentary? You're so unlike your father," she says, and his discomfort only grows.
This is like a nightmare... How could anyone know the answer? ]
[ closed to Achilles ]
Come... on! Stay down already!
[ The bark of a frustrated yell comes from a visibly irritated Noctis, sword vanishing in an array of crystalline light before being replaced in his hands by a vicious-looking spear. He's facing down a monstrous beast that seems all too intent on slashing him open with swipes of its claws, narrowly dodging each hit. ]
Gladio! Where's-- Prompto, Ignis! Where are you?! [ That spear is hurtled at the behemoth's head as he warps in for an attack of his own, getting in a few solid strikes before he tumbles back down onto grass. Help's always appreciated. ]
[ closed to Midnighter ]
[ Noctis is unused to spending much time in the throne room of the Citadel these days, and it's even harder to remember a time when he's been in here alone. Fingers drag over the smooth surface of one of the throne's armrests before abruptly jerking back, as if he's suddenly remembered it should only be his father's right to place his hand there.
Where is he? He should be here. It's too quiet and Noctis has always loathed coming in here as an adult; there's no reason for him to linger when he expects an advisor or guard to show up and chide him at any moment.
The sudden sound of footsteps has him turning his head, however, the only warning he's given before the doors at the far end of the room burst open and another young male who looks to be close to his age -- but in much, much worse condition -- runs through them. Has he ever seen this person before? No, his mind says, but he doesn't belong in here. ]
Hey! Hey, are you okay? [ Noctis is taking those steps two at a time to move to his side. ]
[ closed to Hei ]
[ It's night.
The starscape in Lucis is stunning, too, a totally unique beauty that he could never appreciate in the metropolis of Insomnia. Out here, away from civilization... everything seems to slow down a little. Everything feels more real.
And it isn't what he wants to see; it's not his friends, or Luna, or the place that he'd most call "home". But it's what he needs to see, his world and the lands he's destined to rule over. Noctis exhales as he drags his fingers through cool grass, head turning to see the shadow of another figure only illuminated by starlight. ]
... ah. Hey. [ Again his gaze turns skyward, even if he feels a greater sense of unease now. ] It'd be good if this lasted, huh?
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Shut up! It attacked me! [ Another peck. This time, she just growls at it, because Noctis is holding her shoulders. ] Knock it off, asshole! I'll eat the whole lot of you!
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Watch it! Do you want to get us both fired? They're peaceful if you don't-- [ Words interrupted by the oversized chocobo foot that is suddenly planted against the small of his back in a vicious kick, thrust forward against Mordred with enough force to make him regret his actions.
Ow... Unless she's standing her ground they are both absolutely tumbling to muddy earth in a mess of limbs and sadness.]
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[ The weight of a human is nothing, but the surprise doesn't give her any chance to brace. She hits the ground heard enough to force the air out of her lungs... and now her clothes and hair are all muddy too. Great.
Grumpily, she turns her head to look back at him. ]
... Tch. You were saying? [ At least her bloodlust is faded enough that she can make a joke. ] Get off me, dumbass. Go calm them down or whatever.
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A suddenly summoned spear is stabbed into the ground so that Noctis can regain his bearings, using it to regain his balance with a flustered look away. ]
I am; do you think I wanted that to happen? This is your fault in the first place... Whatever happened to paying attention and doing your job? Attacking the chocobos... [ BITCHES FOREVER ]
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[ She waits a moment until he's off her, then climbs to her own feet, scowling at the mud now clinging to her armour. The chocobo she fought stares at her, and she glares right back. Mumbled: ]
Yeah, yeah. Go cluck yourself, idiot. [ Lame. To Noctis: ] These things are stupid. Why don't you just ride horses?
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[ That's an understatement, and an observation that he is making far too late. Did he just now notice? He's turning back to the chocobo, however, reaching out to calm it with an insistent stroke of its beak. Shh, shh... It quiets down, at least. Wait for it. ]
You mean a spiracorn? They're too wild for that.
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[ People ride camels and donkeys... why not a bird too. Watching him calm the Chocobo, Mordred engages in a Staredown with another one, staying out of reach of its beak and feet. See, she's learning. ]
I'm a knight, not some stablehand. It's fine if it's my own mount, but feeding other ones isn't my job. [ So... why is she here? ] I guess I could supervise you? You know, do a good job or else I'll tell the stablemaster.
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my god??? This disrespect??? ]
Ahh. Why should I get supervised by a knight? Do I look like a stablehand either? I'm just helping out here; don't try to be my boss...
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[ BIG GRIN... more disrespect. ]
I'll just report you if you screw up. You can understand the difference, right?
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[ As one squawks indignantly, causing him to stroke its beak. That's right. ]
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[ She... kind of has a point, even if it's completely unfair in every way. It's probably better that she do nothing than get in another fight with one. ]
Come on, work faster. I think they're hungry.
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He wheels on her suddenly, red-bottomed (expensive) boots squeaking in mud. His hair's flattened, his clothes are soaked, he has a chocobo now nudging him in the back for more attention... This is not how his day was supposed to go. ]
I don't even want to be here. You know who's hungry? Me. I am. If you want to get out of here faster and eat too then you better help out.
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[ It's not his hobby either... but fine. Reluctantly, she grabs a bag of the gysahl greens and dumps it on the ground in front of one of the chocobos. ]
Done. Let's go.
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See? That wasn't even that hard. Dunno why you took forever to do it... Now we can eat at the cafe here or leave to get something bigger.
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The cafe is fine. But you're paying. [ She shrugs, feeling absolutely no shame about mooching off him. ] I helped, and it's not like I have any money.
[ "Helped". Otherwise she'll just dine and dash... ]
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If you don't have any money then you're gonna' have to go out and kill a garula, I guess. But you can't call that helping enough to get a free lunch. [ A pause... ] Unless the owner's paying you or something.
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[ No fighting on an empty stomach. She tries to get her arm around Noctis' shoulders, even though she's a. still armoured and b. much shorter than him. ]
C'mon, we're friends! I'll pay you back eventually. [ No she won't. ]
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[ Thunder rumbles overhead as he's successfully snagged but not for long, shrugging her off hurriedly with an added roll of his shoulder afterward. ]
--wait, we're friends now? When did that happen? The second you got hungry?
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[ It's clear she's just going to keep following him. Confusing dream-world or not, she has her priorities. ]
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This isn't normally how they start... [ A brief grouse before he looks over again, finally sighing out as he gives in. ] Fine, I'll buy you one sandwich. One.
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[ No... why this. She lets out a pleased noise when he finally caves, slapping him on the back a little too hard. ]
I'm Saber. [ Not that she knows it, but for once, her title isn't the strangest name around. Thanks FFXV. ] What's your name, chicken-feeder guy?
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They're chocob-- ahh, forget it. I'm Noct--
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i snorted out loud
That's a stupid name. I'll just call you Noct, okay?
HE'S SO PATHETIC......
Ah... Yeah, sure. It's not like it's that hard to say the whole thing, though. It's got the same number of syllables as Saber.
but we love him
just like I love you
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this thread is so long and it's all just noctis being bullied
aggressive weeping
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