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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-06-28 06:27 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-06-28 06:27 am
Noctis' Apartment; Insomnia, Lucis. Friday Evening [06/28].
It had been...a very long day. Prompto whose mun figured that plot breakages was pretty much inevitable at this point had decided to tell the others...everything. About the worlds of darkness, about the crystals, about Noctis' sacrifice, about...about the clones, about the monsters, about all the terrible possible futures and what they could potential mean for them all. About how he kind of didn't want to go back, about how much more he could take.
Eventually, surprisingly, after what seemed like cases of Cup Noodle and take-out and dozens of cans of Ebony, he finally ran out of things to say, the room grown dark with the passage of day into night, despite all the bright lights outside in the city that never slept. The quiet was almost unbearable, but, eventually, the conversation got started, tentatively at first, starting with reassurances from Noctis that, no matter what happened, no matter where he came from, he was still Prompto, he was still their friend, and that was all that mattered. Echoes of things he'd heard before, from Vette, from Nina, so you'd think by now it'd be easier to believe it...it was almost a relief when the discussion turned more...tactical, more technical, Ignis and Gladio falling into the familiar cadence of what this could all mean, of what could be learned from all this.
"If anything, Prompto," said Ignis, with a faint wave of his hand, a shrug of his shoulder before folding one arm across his chest to hold up the other that stroked his chin...after pushing up his glasses, "I daresay that you returning to Insomnia for your final year of school is completely out of the question. Within the last year alone, the information you've been able to gather because of the peculiar nature of the place has been...well, quite frankly, it's rather astounding."
Prompto blinked at him a few times, uncertain whether what he felt was more some sort of grateful relief....or some sort of overwhelming dread. "W-what?"
"He's right, you know," Gladio put in with a stern rumble. "Don't get me wrong, the whole thing sounds ludicris, but if there is any merit to any of the weird futures you've seen because of that place, we've got to know about it."
"And hopefully," Ignis continued, with a side-long glance at Noctis, who had been the quietest out of all of them through most of it, and who could blame him? It was his life supposedly on the line here, "prevent it. Far-fetched as some of it may seem, it may still prove useful. We can be on the look-out for anything that may sway these events from ever happening. We can know what to watch out for. By the sound of it, these experiences may yet save not only Noctis' life...but the whole fate of Insomnia as we know it."
There was the heavy silence again, seeming to fall completely on Prompto's slim shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, he scoffed a little, shaking his head. "Great," he said. "I can save the world, all it takes is a half-dozen or so horrific, terrible living nightmares."
"You didn't think saving the world would be easy," Gladio grunted with dry humor right back at him, "did you?"
"I'm so glad I get to be the guinea pig for this one," Prompto murmured, then regretted it, because of the unspoken feeling that they all sort of wanted to say that, well, he was designed for that, wasn't he? But there was a line, and they all knew that would cross it, especially since they all felt it, and none of them liked it, but it...was so necessary.
At least it would make him useful. At least...he might actually make a difference. At least he was finally bringing something to the team that literally none of them could. They actualy...needed him now. And if they really could set things on the path to a better future, then it would be worth it, right? It would be worth every second of the worst thing Fandom could throw at him, times a million.
"Besides," said Ignis, his cool, calm voice slipping in to ease away another uncomfortable silence, "we've already gone and picked your classes for you, Prompto."
Prompto blinked again, because it just seemed something so light and normal, and it actually made him laugh a little, his grin going a little crooked. "Y-yeah?" he asked. "What's on the menu this time, boys? Anything good and fighty? Another cooking class with Dr. Lecter?"
"Perhaps," Ignis may have actually grinned a little bit there. "You'll just have to wait and see."
"Oh, come on! Tell me!"
"Don't worry about it," said Gladio. "You're going to love them."
"I do not like that chuckle, Gladiolus Amicitia!" Prompto protested. "That is not an encouraging chuckle! C'mon, Noct! I'm letting myself be exposed to unfathomable tortures and unimaginable pain for you! You're not going to leave me hanging, bro, are you?"
Noctis' chuckle was much lighter, much more subdued that Gladio's, and he shook his head, lifting his hands. "I'm not even touching this one," he vowed.
"Hey," Gladio broke in, grin broadening, "you know, even if you didn't have all these great classes Iggy and I picked out for you to go back to, you'd still have to go back. No way we're dealing with Nina if you tried to stay here. We'd never hear the end of it!"
Groaning, rolling his eyes, Prompto slumped in his chair, considering the slew of text and pictures he'd gotten from her at the beginning of the week, during her party on Wednesay, and mostly expecting something else if not tonight then tomorrow, and for every other day until he actually did get back. And even if he did groan and roll his eyes for show in front of the boys, he couldn't really deny the little thrill of appreciation in there, too. He tilted his head, so he could look at Gladio warningly when he said, "I'd watch what you say about Nina outloud, dude. She probably has this place bugged to high heaven..."
Then he realized what he'd said.
Then he realized how it was probably true.
And the others were realizing it, too, he noticed, as they were all now giving him a mutual, expectant look.
"Right," he said, rolling out of the chair and hopping to his feet to go rig up a nice debug pulse through the apartment, "on it!"
[[ NFB for distance, of course, but post is open! ]]
Eventually, surprisingly, after what seemed like cases of Cup Noodle and take-out and dozens of cans of Ebony, he finally ran out of things to say, the room grown dark with the passage of day into night, despite all the bright lights outside in the city that never slept. The quiet was almost unbearable, but, eventually, the conversation got started, tentatively at first, starting with reassurances from Noctis that, no matter what happened, no matter where he came from, he was still Prompto, he was still their friend, and that was all that mattered. Echoes of things he'd heard before, from Vette, from Nina, so you'd think by now it'd be easier to believe it...it was almost a relief when the discussion turned more...tactical, more technical, Ignis and Gladio falling into the familiar cadence of what this could all mean, of what could be learned from all this.
"If anything, Prompto," said Ignis, with a faint wave of his hand, a shrug of his shoulder before folding one arm across his chest to hold up the other that stroked his chin...after pushing up his glasses, "I daresay that you returning to Insomnia for your final year of school is completely out of the question. Within the last year alone, the information you've been able to gather because of the peculiar nature of the place has been...well, quite frankly, it's rather astounding."
Prompto blinked at him a few times, uncertain whether what he felt was more some sort of grateful relief....or some sort of overwhelming dread. "W-what?"
"He's right, you know," Gladio put in with a stern rumble. "Don't get me wrong, the whole thing sounds ludicris, but if there is any merit to any of the weird futures you've seen because of that place, we've got to know about it."
"And hopefully," Ignis continued, with a side-long glance at Noctis, who had been the quietest out of all of them through most of it, and who could blame him? It was his life supposedly on the line here, "prevent it. Far-fetched as some of it may seem, it may still prove useful. We can be on the look-out for anything that may sway these events from ever happening. We can know what to watch out for. By the sound of it, these experiences may yet save not only Noctis' life...but the whole fate of Insomnia as we know it."
There was the heavy silence again, seeming to fall completely on Prompto's slim shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, he scoffed a little, shaking his head. "Great," he said. "I can save the world, all it takes is a half-dozen or so horrific, terrible living nightmares."
"You didn't think saving the world would be easy," Gladio grunted with dry humor right back at him, "did you?"
"I'm so glad I get to be the guinea pig for this one," Prompto murmured, then regretted it, because of the unspoken feeling that they all sort of wanted to say that, well, he was designed for that, wasn't he? But there was a line, and they all knew that would cross it, especially since they all felt it, and none of them liked it, but it...was so necessary.
At least it would make him useful. At least...he might actually make a difference. At least he was finally bringing something to the team that literally none of them could. They actualy...needed him now. And if they really could set things on the path to a better future, then it would be worth it, right? It would be worth every second of the worst thing Fandom could throw at him, times a million.
"Besides," said Ignis, his cool, calm voice slipping in to ease away another uncomfortable silence, "we've already gone and picked your classes for you, Prompto."
Prompto blinked again, because it just seemed something so light and normal, and it actually made him laugh a little, his grin going a little crooked. "Y-yeah?" he asked. "What's on the menu this time, boys? Anything good and fighty? Another cooking class with Dr. Lecter?"
"Perhaps," Ignis may have actually grinned a little bit there. "You'll just have to wait and see."
"Oh, come on! Tell me!"
"Don't worry about it," said Gladio. "You're going to love them."
"I do not like that chuckle, Gladiolus Amicitia!" Prompto protested. "That is not an encouraging chuckle! C'mon, Noct! I'm letting myself be exposed to unfathomable tortures and unimaginable pain for you! You're not going to leave me hanging, bro, are you?"
Noctis' chuckle was much lighter, much more subdued that Gladio's, and he shook his head, lifting his hands. "I'm not even touching this one," he vowed.
"Hey," Gladio broke in, grin broadening, "you know, even if you didn't have all these great classes Iggy and I picked out for you to go back to, you'd still have to go back. No way we're dealing with Nina if you tried to stay here. We'd never hear the end of it!"
Groaning, rolling his eyes, Prompto slumped in his chair, considering the slew of text and pictures he'd gotten from her at the beginning of the week, during her party on Wednesay, and mostly expecting something else if not tonight then tomorrow, and for every other day until he actually did get back. And even if he did groan and roll his eyes for show in front of the boys, he couldn't really deny the little thrill of appreciation in there, too. He tilted his head, so he could look at Gladio warningly when he said, "I'd watch what you say about Nina outloud, dude. She probably has this place bugged to high heaven..."
Then he realized what he'd said.
Then he realized how it was probably true.
And the others were realizing it, too, he noticed, as they were all now giving him a mutual, expectant look.
"Right," he said, rolling out of the chair and hopping to his feet to go rig up a nice debug pulse through the apartment, "on it!"
[[ NFB for distance, of course, but post is open! ]]
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