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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

[ 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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[ He breathes in miasma and his lungs filter it back out in angered exhales, every impassioned strike nevertheless critically efficient. Moving across a battlefield with Hei? To any outside observer it'd be called art, a beautiful display of violence that cuts through the lines of their enemies as if they were standing still.

It's when his next breath in is choked with the heat of another beast's outward growl that he even realizes his next instinctive attack is against flesh instead of steel. The blood arcs the same but it's far hotter, seeming to raise the temperature itself in the brilliantly illuminated hall as it sprays over stone walls. The cut to the underside of the hulking creature's throat drives it back but it's only the barest of moments before it's recovering with a re-engerized assault and Noctis's dodge is too late.

Hei's cry echoes in his ears as gravity escapes him, flying weightless through the air after yellowed talons slash across his chest with the force of a freight train. His breath is forced from his lungs twice over as he collides with an instantly fragmented column that crumbles plaster and rock over his prone form. ]

F... Focus, don't look away from it! [ His own voice comes out ragged and wet, spear used as a crutch to help him back up onto his feet. ]

(no, no, no, he can't lose someone else. not so soon after he's made a pledge to them. the fear spikes and he runs from his spot to engage the enemy head on, never intimidated enough to turn tail from something even this massive. heeding the order is all well and good, though, and gives him direction enough to keep himself calm — he has to on the king's orders and would even if noctis wasn't wobbling into a stand.

flings the dagger at the distracted beast's back, tip sinking into the tough muscle of its shoulder. it barely notices such a splinter, but that's what he needed.

the first ever warp hits his system aggressively, nothing like zipping down a wire or leaping from a building. the vertigo strikes him square in the chest in a wave of nausea he has to swallow as he clutches to the thick hide of the behemoth. balance, however, and moving with something's flow, are his specialities. riding its back like he's at a macabre rodeo and the bull's storeys high, yanking the blade out with a ruby rain — before plunging it back into its neck with a hoarse bark of a yell, electricity crackling from the blade to savagely target nerve-endings.

it howls and it makes his ears ring, but making a distraction for noctis to get a good hit in on it is crucial.)

[ Blood wets a tattered shirt and further stains a marred floor as he spits a glob of it carelessly to the side, eyes dangerously narrowed in on a broad target with far narrower weak points.

Even through that, though, and even through the pain, he feels a deep sense of satisfaction. Hei's initiated the first drain on the veritable wellspring of magic he has to offer him and all he wants to do is encourage him to drink of it more fully -- his attack is a thing of grace and fluidity and he wants to see just how much more this man is capable of. He'll provide him with every opportunity. ]

Perfect, Hei! [ A shout of praise as that spear fades, two viciously long daggers replacing it but they don't stay in his hands for long, not when he needs to get in close and fast. They're thrown with perfect accuracy for that abused, weak, and fully exposed throat, both slammed in on either side and sinking past fur and muscle and tendon to nestle against the beast's trachea from behind.

Only then does he plant feet against its chest, ripping forward with enough force to slice right through a massive windpipe and send him crashing back down against the floor, barely rolling out of the way of the body that collapses after him. ]

("perfect", he hears him and savours it. when was the last time someone used that word on him? he can't remember if anyone's ever had and it sits awkwardly with him. he needs to get off of this creature before noctis takes care of it, then he can properly thank him. would that be the appropriate thing to do? does he even need to acknowledge it?

hei drops to the bloody ground in a roll, no clean patch that looks dry enough for him to reorient himself when the beast's throat's been cleaved open and the veins in its neck bubble pools of red up across marbled floor. tossing the fabric of a trench coat rendered useless by superficial cuts, he shakes wetness away from his arms and rushes forward to hastily grab at what's left of noctis' clothes.

in trying to help him upright with wide, worried eyes, he speaks quietly, harsh breaths shaking out of him.)

Are you alright? Careful—

[ The fall dazes him but only for a moment, adrenaline still running high and he can practically feel his own magic coursing through him like electricity, just waiting to swallow up another victim. Red flecks white teeth that are shown in a flash of a grin, a laugh taking hold of him before he can manage to stop it. ]

Are you doubting me? Me... After we fought that well together? [ His hand settles on Hei's shoulder with a tight squeeze, steadying himself after a gaze at that Kingsglaive uniform, before he's fully straightening up as new energy sinks into him and soothes the deepest parts of his wounds. ]

We should-- [ The rest of his words are lost beneath the croaked bellow of the fallen beast they'd slain as the fibrous tissues of its gaping throat begin to knit before their very eyes, a dreamscape struggling to return itself to what its owner's subconscious dictates it should be. The behemoth lurches in its original scramble for purchase on a floor slick with its blood and Noctis instinctively forces Hei back, protective in his own right... but quickly his eyes dart for an escape, finding hope in the eerie, wave-like shimmer of a tall mirror on the far wall. ]

There, we're going this way! [ No sense in fighting something that won't stay dead. He claps a hand against Hei's upper arm again before sprinting for that mirror, throwing himself into a dive through its surface that has him cutting through... water? Saltwater, from the half second taste he gets, feeling it stinging lingering wounds as he immediately kicks upward to search for air. ]

(startled by the laugh, the squeeze, the stand. they share a height and his eyes search noctis' face for signs of disappointment through the praise. he sees none and why? he couldn't protect him from that claw, does he have the capabilities to protect him from whatever trial comes next? that's what meaning this life holds, isn't it? exist, fight, and die for the king. how could he be failing so miserably at it?

he wishes he had more power.

with a grim nod, hei glances to the beast rousing in a pool of its own blood. they're in agreement, then, that a battle with the undead should be fought on far different terms and they bolt from their positions with clasps of reassurance. the direction feels wrong, despite the fact that noctis plunges into the mirror with no difficulty, drifting away before a reaching hand and a clipped "wait!" he shouldn't suffer any hesitation and he's ashamed to admit he does. far from long-lived, only lingering seconds, hei's slinging himself into the ocean after his king, hands flattening in a breaststroke higher.

water burns at his throat and nose and eyes, thankful to sweep out into the new-old territory of—

no.

dragging himself out of the water fountain at the heart of one of the most terrifying places he's known. hei gasps for air and hits the asphalt with a throw of his legs over the ledge and a look over his shoulder, trying to gauge location through the thick fog that claws at his spine. for any contractor, it'd drive them insane and he's seen it happen, the effects of what gates like these have and he feels it. an unrest in his soul. especially when eyes cast up to weathered power lines where dead bodies drape like deflated party balloons, a macabre celebration with glowing flowers that boast poisons and a confetti of abandoned shoes.

it's a distortion of space, one of many they'll come across, ones that need dolls to navigate. they're on their own and it horrifies him. he has to turn back to noctis who's beat him here, close the gap between them with a cinch of fingers tight around his wrist, keeping the boy behind him with a steadying breath.)

Stay close. Don't touch anything.

[ He bursts into the unknown with an immediate scan of his grim, deplorable surroundings for encroaching threats before he's tending to himself, feeling out still-healing wounds beneath the gaping neck of his torn shirt. No longer a concern, not when Hei's bursting through a murky surface and his attention's stolen yet again by him. His mouth opens to issue a command but Hei overrides his, a bold maneuver that normally wouldn't stick in the back of his mind the way it does now.

He knows this place... Why does he know it? Why does he have access to information that Noctis doesn't? ]

Where the hell are we? [ The engine blade is readied in his hand in an instant, the plants offered a wary glance before they're ill-advisedly written off -- the corpses dotting the sickly sky are far more theatrical and distracting. They wrinkle his nose, ready to force out a scoff but it'd only be mired in a much realer sense of discomfort. Wherever they are... they shouldn't be here. ]

Has the scourge progressed this quickly?

This is— (south america's, heaven's gate, the scene of a great genocide,) a place we shouldn't be in.

(releases noctis' wrist when the blade is summoned. he'll have to give a weapon like that attention in the future, after they figure out how to leave the area. doesn't want to address the fact that it's impossible to without the presence of a doll to guide them through the unlikely physics of it all, but...)

They say you can take back things you've lost in the gates. Heaven and Hell, on opposite ends of the world. It's a place of twisted wishes.

[ "Twisted wishes"? More than the desires here are twisted, that's for damn sure.

His hand is released and Noctis takes it as encouragement to move, footsteps crunching too loudly against fractured dustings of rubble in an eerily silent place. His eyes scan buildings for any sign of life but he finds nothing, no hint that they're not alone and yet something in his gut tells him that he's being watched. ]

You and I... have lost plenty. So it sounds like this is exactly where we should be, Hei.

I want nothing I once had. (a chilled response, but it stems from the unease he feels.

whatever power's inside of him doesn't like to linger here. far more tolerable for him, a human or a hybrid, than any true contractor, but it's still nauseating.)

What, exactly, would you wish for?

[ Fire blossoms in the palm of his hand as he stills a few feet from Hei, back to him, waiting for an enemy that doesn't come. Yet. ]

Don't you know?

(eyes track to the fire, raise, and watch noctis' expression steel and flicker with the dancing light. it's the brightest thing in the gate.)

No, I... I don't. (honest, the way he's always been,) but I'll help you. If you want it, I want it too.

[ The fire wavers as Noctis inclines his upper body, foot sliding back to half-turn to face him. Hei's a good soldier. He'll need to reward him properly after this, as a subject and as a brother. One more to fight at his side. ]

The Ring of the Lucii. The one thing that could end this war for good.

(it sounds familiar, because noctis knows it. that feeling permeates the dream and settles like a grave blanket over him, helping him determine how he's supposed to react hearing that name. it's not good. that's what he lifts from noctis' expression, the set of his shoulders.

it's holy and dangerous and it makes him apprehensive.)

Your Highness— (but the words of warning don't come, because it's not his place to say.

hei simply sinks to a knee, touches uneven asphalt with gloved fingertips, and hangs his head low.)

Whatever you want done, it'll be done. I'll bring about the end of it, with you.

[ Hei's deference does not go unnoticed, an act not of supplication but of giving that has his king finishing the turn to fully face him. A few steps bring him back to him, hand outstretched to find Hei's shoulder in a light grip. ]

You're a good man for this, Hei. What we're doing is the right thing, which means you're a key instrument in improving this world. Even if we had to come here for it...

I need your understanding of this place. [ As he lets go, another step back taken to give him space. ]

So get up. Show me and tell me what I need to know.

(rises when noctis steps back, wondering how exactly to perform this impossible task. because they may have entered heaven's gate, gotten inside and made it to the centre, but showing someone a gate constant is — challenging. nothing is real and yet everything is. everything you dream, yet nothing you experience.)

No one knows anything about these places. They're— (shakes his head, before stooping to pick up a flat rock from the ground,) just watch.

(leans into the throw, pitching the rock away at a building that looks like no architecture familiar to noctis.

the rock drops between them, hits the ground at their feet and skitters to a stop against hei's toe.)

I can't show you what you need to know. There's nothing about this place that makes any kind of sense. We're in a hell of paradoxes. It could be there now, (a point at noctis' pocket, eyes raising from it,) if you want it so desperately and you've dreamt about it and you'll die if you don't get it— then it's there, just look.

But our biggest concern is leaving. Something that's impossible without a Doll.

[ He witnesses no portal or magic or anything that he can conceivably believe would cause that rock to not only change direction but change location, and yet here it lies between them. If he didn't believe Hei's word before -- and he does, he trusts him implicitly -- then he does now.

Which is why his gaze lowers slowly to his pocket, Hei's words ignored in the wake of that possibility. It could be there? Their salvation could be there? His father's keepsake and last memento, stolen from its proper heir? That could be there, and Hei's worried about an escape?

His hand twitches in anticipation as it slides low, fingers reaching deep within that indicated pocket that already feels abnormally warm. He grazes metal and his heart jumps, immediately encircling it with his hand to draw it out... and this is it, he'd recognize it anywhere, if not for its intricate design then for its weight that threatens to test his strength, pushing down on his palm when he presents it to Hei. ]

Look at it, Hei.

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