hashtag_chocobro: ((older) interested)
Prompto had been so focused on the communicator and the dozens of wires and connections leading in and out of it to the control panel in front of him that he almost didn't hear Aranea entering. He did, of course; it was so quiet inside the fortress that each step echoed, and when she set the heavy canister on the desk, it clunked and sizzled in a way that finally pulled his attention away.

"It wasn't easy," she reported, giving the canister with its glowing electric energy inside a small pat with her hand, "but I found one, buried deep in Costlemark. You ever been there? Place is a nightmare."

Prompto grinned faintly at that. "Well," he said, "if there's anyone who could handle it, then, it's definitely you, Aranea." He went a little quiet for a moment, looking at the canister and feeling a tight clench in his stomach at the possibility of it actually working....with the likelihood that he was chasing after an impossible thing looming heavily over it. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," she said, tilting her head a little bit as she looked back at Prompto, with that steady, discerning gaze that always made him squirm a bit uncomfortably. Like she could just see right through him. And, with everything they'd been through together in Niflheim....she probably could.

Hey, blondie. Looks like you got something on your chin. )

"Get a fucking razor," she concluded, moving her hand now to pat his cheek before she pulled away and started heading toward the door, lifting a hand in a wave goodbye.

"See you around, Shortcake," she called out, and it was all Prompto could do but stare after her for a good, long moment, before he could even remember what he'd been doing.

Cleared his throat, which now felt exceptionally tight and dry, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat to turn his focus back on the communicator, and the energy canister now beside him. "Right," he said, to no one but himself now at the control panel. "Communicator. Fandom. Energy reserves. We got this." Letting out a long, slow breath. "Back to work...."

[[ AND THUS THE BEARD HAS OFFICIALLY LANDED. It's a very important landmark moment in my elaborate filling-in-the-ten-year-timespan blanks, and, yes, there actually had been a point to turning Gladio into a plant after all. NFI, NFB, OOC always welcome, *presses on the fast forward button even harder now* ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (prompto + aranea)
First things first, Prompto had to track down Aranea, but however long that whole fever dream had taken, it thankfully hadn't taken too long, and he was able to catch her on her way back to the facility to make the appeal to join her.

"I'm ready," he told her. "I thought about what you said, and I've decided to face my fears, once and for all. I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going."

"Alright," Aranea said, with a small, impressed sort of smile as she looked him over. "But slow me down, and you're going to get left behind."

"Then I better not slow you down," said Prompto. He'd been going for lightness, but it came out more determined than anything else, with a nod, and they went to climb back on that snowmobile and be on their way.

Plowing through MTs on a snowmobile was made a bit easier with second person wielding a gun…. )

So Prompto gave Aranea his thanks, and he set off in the direction she'd indicated, the snowmobile cutting through the tundra with an ease and a lightness he hadn't felt in what felt like ages. Onward, toward the Crystal. And with the Crystal, they could get their home back. And with their home back, Prompto could get back to Fandom, and finally try to live that life he wanted to live.

But it was a long way still to Gralea, and Aranea was not the only one watching as Prompto sped off to the north.

Someone was not quite done with this particular prodigal son yet. And as the cold Niflheim wind rustled his long coat, pushed his long hair, and ruffled his long scarves, Ardyn Izunia settled his crumpled hat back on his head and followed.


[[ Featuring the ULTIMATE Prompto Cringe Moment and my absolute shameless Ardyn/Verstael shipping. Anyway! That finally does conclude Episode Prompto! Thanks for sticking through it. It's all totally gonna be sunshine and daisies and rainbows from here on in, too, just you wait and see! NFB, NFI, OOC is divine, and now we try to do what we can to pretend that FF XV isn't a total goddamn mess in the endgame ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (campfire)
Nothing quite like a frantic race through a frozen wasteland with guns and missile launchers shooting at you the whole time to really cap off an entire existential crisis. If anything, having to plow through hordes of MTs and trying to control the vehicle underneath him as it hit outcroppings of rock and sped along trenches and over rock formations provide and excellent distraction, fueled by the adrenaline and the desperate need to just get away from the facility and all he'd be leaving behind within it.

But, eventually, he had to stop. And when he did, there was nothing left to keep it all from rushing right back to him.

At least he had a vehicle now, and a potential ally, and a possible rendezvous point.--CW for self harm )

She let that linger a moment before she released him, pushing back his head as she did so and crawled off of him. And what could Prompto do but lay back against the cold, hard ground, remembering how to breathe again, as Aranea stepped over him and left him there to wallow in that question.

"I'm going after the new model in the morning," she informed him. "You're on your own now, kid."

Prompto waited, laying still as if paralyzed, until he was sure the sound of her boots had retreated entirely, before pulling himself up from his sprawled position with a groan.

What did he want? What was he after?

They were very good questions, and he thought he knew the answer, at one point. But now? The answers he had just seemed too incredibly insurmountable to even be possible.


[[ and finally, part 4 of 4 of today's batch of Episode Prompto! More to come tomorrow, and thanks to everyone who's stuck through/skimmed up through this point! You know you're in for it when literally every post comes with a CW.]]
hashtag_chocobro: (father and son)
Prompto stood before the door that would lead him into the chamber where Verstael awaited. Even with the thick door closed, he could hear the machine working inside, pumping miasma into the tubes, and he tried not to think about how that could have been his fate. He tried, instead, to think of what had been his fate….and to remind himself that the only thing separating himself from the man to blame for the fact that all of that was now gone...was this one single door.

He breathed out. He could practically feel the sweat from his hands through his gloves on his grip on his gun. He held out his wrist toward the console. It lit up. Beeped. And opened the door.

And Prompto, trying to ignore the way his whole body shook as he tried to hold his gun before him steadily, slowly crept inside. -- CW for mild body horror, patricide, emo )

As they approached, though, Aranea reached for Prompto's shoulder, turning him roughly toward her and shoving a map into his chest.

"Head there," she directed. "I'll catch up later."

With a shaking, confused, indecisive breath, Prompto watched as she turned to stride back into the fray, and then, frantic, he called out, "But what about you?"

Aranea didn't turn back, though, pulling out her lance and already crouching for an attack. "I said I'll catch up!"

"But what if you--" Prompto began to protest.

"Just go!"

Prompto stared back at her, then stared down at the map in his hand. Tried to remember how to breath and then, with a few backwards steps and a new resolve, turned toward the snowmobile to hop aboard. A few seconds later, the engine was revved and he was ready to gun it, back out into the unknown frozen wilderness of Niflheim.


[[ Part 3 of 4, there's still one more to go after this! NFB, NFI, OOC always appreciated, today is a very big day, and also, Aranea is GOAT. True facts. ]

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