Episode Ignis: United as One.
One hour later...
A humid day, the afternoon gleeful of harsh and warm committee reunited with people to lavarish the glory of Eos. A day to take a stroll than sealing off the night from daemons. A small puddle is beginning to evaporate... to a degree—it rarely has rain in Lestallum. The puddle was dissolved by the thick layer of ice in Lestallum. A glaive stepped into a tiny filthy pool mixed with silt, creating a splash radius. Two glaives were lifting a chunk of a building off the plaza.
After the episode, Ignis and Gladiolus were helping the glaives to remove the chunks of shattered building. A quick clean-up to secure passage after Ravus ship wreckage the left building—a minimum result on the 4-story building. The marring sculpture of ice thawed into liquid, and Ravus was volunteering to help, but a few glaives were uncertain about him. Likewise, he felt uneasy, too.
It took a good amount of time to sweep up a small debris and possibly months to repair the rest—Lestallum endured the impact, which took quite a beating. The royal guards carefully examined the ship if it's manageable, but the assault craft is beyond repair. Cor returned to a meeting room and discussed the fate of two Lucians caused the disaster. The glaive set up closed signs on the street for incoming cars trying to prevent further damage or injury. Lestallum Street must take another route for safety measures.
Ignis confessed in the Regalia, now in the parking lot, stored a Royal Arm, Shield of the Just. Amazed, especially Cor, as how Ignis and Prompto managed to detach the shield without damaging the tomb or the prince on their side. Ignis expresses confounded to explain the phenomenon, but they succeeded. Ensure their fulfillment, he assure Prompto, is returning with the tomb in several minutes on arrival. The royal guards carefully withdraw the rarest weapon from the Regalia and escort inside the basement of Lestallum.
The Shield dusted his palms from sticky sands and filth and approached Ignis, who paused his service and picked up his buzzing phone. He picked up the call and held over his ear, converse with someone from the other side. Ignis nodded, hung up his call, and stuffed the phone into his hidden pocket.
"Is that Prompto?"
"Yes, he'll arrive shortly. Cindy and the others managed to extract the tomb." The advisor makes a comment on Argentum.
"Huh, a skinny kid can actually be productive. He's not that bad after all." Gladio blurt out.
"He's rather ingenuity in several occasions." Ignis even tagged along casually.
The two begin strolling to Ravus direction, where he stands with couple glaives converse with him as well on the other side of the street. Surrounded by civilians, the two lowered their tone.
"What're we gonna do with this junk? It's broken. Better off in the sky than the ground." Gladiolus gestured his head to Ravus ship. Glaives were inspecting damages, and it is not possible to make the ship airborne.
"Ah, Ravus and I discussed that moments ago. It's a loss, but parts of the ship could rather be forged into greater. For example: his headlights meant to keep daemons at bay, mainly used for airborne daemons. His assault craft metal is unlike the other we encounter in ruins." Ignis explained, nodding and resting his chin with a curled index finger.
"So you're saying we can scrap the ship into pieces and use the parts for Lestallum? I like it." Gladiolus huffed out of satisfaction.
"Indeed, Magitek metal could prove a strong reinforcement in Lestallum shelter for upcoming apocalypse." Ignis concludes his plan directive argument.
"As soon as Prompto gets here, we need to catch up on what's going on." Gladio commented.
"I concurred, there is much to discuss. I thought of a meeting for four of us."
"Not even Marshall to know the whereabouts?" Gladio questioning his friend to exclude a captain of Crownsguard.
"I'm afraid not. Ravus is considered a top secret. We're waiting for Prompto to arrive. Unfortunate as it may be, keep it between us." Ignis explained, surveying the Oracle from the other side. The two descend stairs from the plaza, slow paced and paused at the other side of the road.
"Gotcha, speaking of Prompto, there he is in Cindy truck from the tunnel." Gladio added, nudging his elbow to Ignis gently. Catching his attention to the brute and tunnel.
The yellow signature Hammerhead truck of engine purred echoes the tunnel. The rumbling of the truck made a screeching noise of its tires. Smelling of burnt tires and slowly came to a stop. Prompto exited from the passenger seat beside Cindy while others were in the backseat. He was awed and mouth wide in shock. The beautiful city west side of the plaza was completely bombed by Ravus wreckage.
"Holy friggin' flancakes! I was gone for a few hours!" Prompto gasped and continued. Flinging his perspective in the beautiful and high humidity city into shambles. "Noooo! My peanut butter meat kabobs!"
From the distance, Ravus heard the lad behind him. Prompto waved to Cindy in the tow truck and slammed the passenger door. He, Ignis, and Gladio awaited his arrival and confidentiality among the four. After pausing his conversation with two glaives that they volunteered to be his protectors, he accepted their offer. Since Lucis and Tenebrae royal bloodline unity in integration as one, the power of crystal will be on his favor.
Ravus pardoned himself with a simple bow and left the two glaives that responded the monarch by clapping their fist up to their heart. He strolled across the street where Prompto sprinted towards his comrades.
"Whassup dude and dood..." The lousy incline of collapse chunk of the building and reuniting his friends was annoying. But Prompto arrived, waving happily at the gathering, and saw Ravus approaching the amist awesome trio of Noctis retinue. He straightened his pose and showed respect, bowing hastily to the King. "Uhm, your majesty. My name's Prompto Argentum."
Ravus nodded, qualified by the young Crownsguard with full respect. He felt exiguous to inform him of his reign of his nation, nonetheless. "Do not worry, we are allies, and there is no need to show your formal courtesy. You may call me which you prefer best."
"Aww, shoot in the gallery, really? Sweeeeet." Argentum smug enlarge on his face.
Amicitia took a large step closer to Ravus and nudged his elbow gently, netting the Oracle full awareness. "What have you done?" Gladio whispered, giving Ravus the reproachful look.
Ravus blinked once, perturbed of the sworn shield remark. He rarely knows retinue for a week after the events. He asked ominously. "...Should I be of concern?"
"No, Prompto is fascinating to... develop legendary characteristics, and describe you relate in creative fashion." Ignis answered lowly, grimacing what's to come of comedy within the lad mind.
"Hey! I hear you!" Prompto whined. "It's not that bad!" He immediately hugged his chest with bare arms around for embrace.
"Bad as in the creativity of bizzare names in your small brain can offer?" Gladio retorted, raising his eyebrow.
Gladio and Prompto gazed at the Oracle, who was extremely perplexed because of the unusual chitchat. They are definitely immature... their characteristics in respect. He was motionless and peering at the blonde lad, who crept closer in a cheerful, creepy way.
"Look, it's such a Ravolutionary opportunity to work with! Right?" Prompto proudly announced, releasing his brace and gesturing his arms freely towards Ravus froze in spot and emotionless.
"It begins." Ignis said succinctly.
Fleuret exposed a plank face, clueless of the lad decided to pursue through his name matching a vocabulary word. Prompto stood there, a huge smug written all over his face, gesturing at the Oracle awkwardly. They stood there for at least 7 second until Prompto threw his arms in defeat.
"Sour much, well, my room is calling me on fast dial, so see yah there." Prompto begins to walk backward, staring at his friends and Highness. He turned his back and scamper from the plaza, entering an alleyway where the right side located a market.
Ignis strolled towards Leville direction, trailing Prompto heels ten seconds after his head start. "And there he goes."
Gladio noticed Ravus blinked absently, and the tank lightly nudges his eblow again. "You'll get used to it." He pointed out and strolled with Ignis.
Ravus glued his eyes the retinue and the sharpshooter. These boys are very young, and he isn't adapted to the new sensation. The man was heavily trained and fought for his life and freedom. This is far from his expectation to get used to. "... Right." Ravus begrudgingly responded the insolent.
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Prompto, Ignis, and Ravus were relieved inside Leville room for conference meetings that took place. Gladiolus was surveying the area and directly trusted a couple of Lucians to guard their door for any intruder dare to spy their important conversation. He checked outside the street and next doors.
The royal guards were tremendously helpful to mantle wooden circle table and chairs for the Crownsguard. It was strenuous to slip through a narrow entrance of the hotel room, but they managed without a problem. In due course, the four reached Leville for private matters. The furnished worn-out leathered brown armchair was extracted and replaced by a round dining table with uncomfortable chairs. The balcony sealed off and closed the window blazed of sunlight through the columns. Sealing off for intruders to spy their conversation.
Meanwhile, Prompto and Ravus sat across each other in a circle table with wooden chairs as Ignis brewing tea for Ravus and a soft drink for Prompto. Preparing kettle with room temperature clean water, claiming the small kitchen of his own. While waiting, Argentum leaned on the table, asking Ravus copious queries the kid could slam the king of his opinions. Either Prompto attempted to keep a stale connection extinguished of awkward reunion, or he was genuinely curious.
"Have you ever rode a Chocobo? If you do, they smell bad, but in a good way!" Prompto said, hovering from his chair as his entire weight of his body was on the table.
"Ya know, I wonder, compared to all the continent we went, Insomnia is reputable for a largest skyscraper building and known as legend of chosen hero, it's pretty bright and shiny over our home. Lots of people and pets! It's kinda dry, and lots of landmarks from history were created. Hooooo, have you ever been poked slowly by a Cacutar? Not. So. Fun if you ask me. I took a sick picture... well, they're asking me to paint one of these french girls... I'm a photographer, not an artist. Look!" Prompto pulled out his camera and showed the image accurately described to someone. Concealing his tool, he continued.
"For Altissia, gosh, if you trip and fall into a canal with your electronic or your favorite dessert on-a-go, become a watery grave if you are clumsy enough I mean, who doesn't want to live there? Don't get me wrong, it's insanely breathtaking! Totes, surely have plants and amazing foods there, psssh, can't beat that. The waterfall is what makes it worship the Tidemother. But it's kinda... isolated from land compared to Lucis. So what about Tenebrae, your part of the continent? How's it like? Green? Is the Chocobo habitat there commonly? Or perhaps... another wasteland? There is no absolutely no way it would be like that bad, right?"
The odd colored King of Tenebrae blinked. He expressed a window emotion of which comment to where he began. Staring intently at the brilliant blue eyes from a friend of Noctis based from Ignis stated—a chirpy, peppy, happy-go-lucky kindhearted and talented individual described was accurate. He was not a Crownsguard, but he is part of them nonetheless. An example of the youngest Lucian with the royal family heir is fascinating. What bothers the Oracle, the blonde boy smile was rather uncanny and... immature the group displayed. Is this normal to them?
The teapot begins to whistle, hot steaming vapor smoke pressure out, and as a result, the water is ready. He carefully grabbed the handle without burning his gloved hand and pouring on the readied tea cup with Aegir Root. He overheard Prompto commentary with long, unnecessary expense to the muted Oracle.
"Uh, Prompto, a small summary will suffice? Perhaps simplification on one topic would be a great start." Ignis intercepted, kneeling to grab jars of spices underneath the cabinet. He didn't look back, but he believed Ravus was simply observing the kid wordlessly.
"Oh, uh, yea. I was just really stoked that we'll one day visit Tenebrae!" Prompto cheerfully commented. He leaned back his chair to rest after pestering the Oracle. He resumed, slightly grimacing. "Sorry, Ravus."
"You are indeed correct." Ravus interjected, nodding at the youngest Lucian he met. "Your apologies is noted, but don't you worry."
Prompto eagerly smiled at the Oracle. He fist pumps in the air. "Radical! Can't wait to snap some quality pics on the third continent!"
Ignis appeared into the living room with two cups at hands, leisurely strolled to the two on awaiting partners. He proffers Prompto soft cold drink and Ravus herbal tea with Aegis Root. Prompto thanked him with a huge smile and indulged his while he set Ravus. "Would you like honey?"
Fleuret shook his head once. "I'll pass, I prefer Ulwaat berries into mine. It's native to Tenebrae, unfortunately."
"Ulwaat berry?" Ignis' interest suddenly peaked.
"It is substitute on sweets and desserts made in Tenebrae, yes."
"Oh, here it comes..." Prompto commented. If there's ingredients related, he swore his buddy will make a meme out of it.
"My... perchance, it is the missing ingredient I have been seeking for Noct's favorite dessert! I have used bananas, cinnamon, nutmeg, coconut, creme, and so much I can counter." Ignis elaborated, hitting his palm with fist. He pulled out his notebook and pen to write the important ingredients he had always been seeking.
"Awww!" Prompto whined intentionally. He noticed Ravus was leering at him, and Prompto threw his right thumb at the Tactician. He rose from his seat again and tapped the table with his left hand, drumming the man attention of wooden polished table. "Usually Specs, with a recipe idea, and he'll say: I've—"
"Come with a new recipe?" Ignis eerie snapped, interferring him. His voice suddenly deepened because Prompto was close to mimic his voice before he topped off. Prompto paused his unconscious tapping on the table and exchanged glances.
"That. Kinda beat me to it."
"Cease your mockery tone, yes."
"Psssh. Naaaaw, I wouldn't."
"The unhinged of your vocal, you were at the verge, too."
"Okay, maybe, look, it's been a while since you said that, aite? Trying to boost your morale." Prompro declared, sinking back to his chair, snagged his halfway beverage to his grasp, and sipped indignantly in unsatisfactory grunt.
"Fortunately, nobody asks you." Ignis retorted, clicking his pen and closing his small pocket notebook in a snap.
"Man! It's like you knew exactly what I'm gonna say like you heard of that before—oh wait a second..."
"You'd forget... didn't you?" Ignis gave Prompto the Look.
Prompto snorted sarcastically. Setting his drink in the coaster harshly and look at the advisor of innocent eyes. "Psssh, nooooo."
The two eyed at Ravus observing their usual mishaps. He blinked, revealing no expression whatsoever. Witnessing these children bickering over silly argument in interlude and observed the Oracle. Prompto cleared his throat harshly as Ignis stuffed his notes into his hidden jacket pocket.
I do wonder if I mistaken him as the adversary... Ravus pensive thought intensified to reconsider the boys he was searching.
Afterward, Prompto picked up his cup and swallowed his entire drink, Ignis mumbled lightly in coherence, referring to their fantastic friendship. "Apologies, this is promising sight to you. It is purely habitual for communications."
Prompto planted his cup on the table gently. A huge smile emerges, gesturing his arms expansively as he said in high spirit to dubious, accustomed fresh comrade.
"Welcome to social!"
Ravus didn't know how to respond to the boys. He continued sipping his tea, judging the boys in silence. He isn't fond of gregarious among young people, especially talented and warriors of Lucis.
Children. Ravus thought.
Prompto frowned. He hugged himself with his own arms and sighed, pulling out his phone, and brought it to life. Vivid and bright, he scrolled through messages and images. Ignis seated himself between Ravus and Prompto. A second later, when Ignis sink on the available wooden chair, the three hear a soft knock on their room. Their eyes darted to the source—the door opened, and the person invited themselves was Gladiolus.
Gladio waved across the hallway and conversed with the Lucian warriors on watch. He entered the room and locked the knob. He turned around and saw the three waiting for his arrival. Before he reported his status, Ignis rose from his seat.
"Would you like some tea, Gladio?"
Gladio gently declined his friend offer by lifting his hand briefly. Gladiolus yanked an available chair and scooted close to Prompto and Ravus, sitting across Ignis. "I'm good. The perimeter is clear."
Ignis retracted his stance and collapse back to his chair after the Shield appreciates his consideration. He pushes his spectacles back up to his nose with his right hand. "Alright."
Gladio slumped on his chair, one leg crossed on his propelling knee. Lifting his arms and folding his elbows, he locked his fingers to rest his head behind, staring at the three. The four met eyes on each individual quietly, awaiting the first call. Ravus was nearly halfway with his herbal tea and rested on the coaster. Prompto shut his phone away and hid into his inventory, grabbing his fist and resting on the wooden oak table.
Eventually, Ignis initiated the meeting after the three feel little comfortable with each other. "I would like to begin the occurrence happening between us. We discovered Noct journey—was fallacious from the start. By a deity secretly leading us to believe."
"As I come to an understanding, Gladio and I encountered daemons emerging before eight hits, Prompto resulted in the same yield with us in separate parties." Ignis explained, eyeing Ravus deeply into his blue and purple eyes.
Ravus nodded. Reoccurring the event shared by the Shield. "Indeed, Gladio informed me your story briefly."
"Oh, Gladio?" Prompto stuttered, aghast and amused. He leaned close to Gladio, gesturing his hand to cup his murmur, which he thought would conceal his whispers. "He called you Gladio, Gladio?"
"Yep." The undertone his voice nonchalantly, rather protruding his friend unbiased result.
"Huh. Man, what a tenacity of a new beginning." Prompto whispered to himself, as if to lend his utterance in surprise.
The two heard Ignis clearing his throat widely noticeable, capturing their attention quickly to interrupt their short interval. The two analyzed their advisor in muted response, consequently to permit Ignis' resume in a strong fixity of purpose.
"...As I was saying, this is a gracious occasion. Please behave in a savior faire, and share your personal experiences with us." Ignis broke the boundary from Prompto and Gladio, then looked at the Oracle with stern expression.
Ravus set his tea aside and grasped both hands together in a knot on the table. He nodded lucidity of his side of the story. In a simple manner, he dropped them off, which Gladio and Prompto recalled, and pursuit to save Gralea citizens. The two remember before they save Ignis, the city was under assault of daemons, so Ravus returned and attempted to spare lives. He explained briefly that the new faces were from Gralea. In honesty, he was nearly verge to death, but he was saved by Gentiana. Fleuret lowdown the boys that she's a Frostbearer.
In surprise, the boys didn't blinked, permitting the Oracle perspective ongoing, the three cognition in educated silence. He continued the story, remembering a strange voice before he was awakened. Mentioning the mysterious voice, the Shield asks for permission to speak.
"Hey, Ravus."
"Yes?"
"You said a mysterious voice, right? Not too long ago, I heard a voice in my snooze." Gladio interpreted his section.
"A voice?" Ignis questioned his friend, his eyes gleaning in shock behind his clear lens.
"Mine's frequent, just two hours ago." The Tank filled the detail specifically.
"But get this, Noct was in there, telling me to go Rock of Ravatogh out of the blue." Gladio explained. He released his stale pose and showed respect by sitting properly, resting his right palm to the table. "Before I conjecture, a mysterious voice trails off, 'the secret lies within Eos—the crystal power never ceased, and its independent shall unravel to us.' That's where it cut off."
"So it's a clue to start with?" Prompto quiz the Shield strange ridicule.
"Seems so," Ravus agreed. He looked through Gladio amber eyes and Prompto imitate face. "Prince Noctis, you say? A voice summoned shortly in cryptic message, 'the Crystal is a soul to our star. An untold story. A life as we know—must be prevailed and liberated by its cycle.' And you said the secret lies within Eos?"
"Yea, I guess our power still works because it's everywhere in Eos itself." Gladio assumed.
"It sorta makes sense! So our armiger lined to Noct is there because the crystal power still exists—and he's in the crystal!" Prompto agreed the scene.
"I assume clues are located around Eos, but it begins on Rock of Ravatogh." Ravus analyzed the conundrum shared between Argentum and Crownsguard intellectual experience.
"It's a great start." Ignis concurred and resumed, his arms folded on the table. They are probed to be aware of their first clue. "What a wonderful indication to find our answer."
"Then we shall predispose this in a matter of time when." Ravus commented to began their proposal.
"Well," Prompto stepped in bravely, watching his friends closely. Disconcerted about dangerous path they'll tread after unveiling the missing details. "I hope it isn't a trap or something. We were full of surprised during our fair shares."
"The mysterious voice is guaranteed on our side, lad." Ravus reassured the talented bullet art lad.
"I must admit, one of the nights, I have a brief image of a crystalline figure before I was awakened. It's a knight with Trident of the Oracle, Ravus." Ignis explained while nodding, his clasp hand hovering under his chin to rest and glanced to Ravus.
Fleuret eyes widened. "An Oracle?"
"Weird, mine is Noct in Insomnia during our adolescence. The kid rolled for a bit, and then bam. Some deep, unidentified voice just slap me with Rock of Ravatogh." Gladio added, gesturing his hand in the air freely and gently planted his palm faced down on the table.
Gladiolus, Ignis, and Ravus lay their eyes on Prompto. Feeling tensed, perplexing, and colossal amount of cringe worthy gaze penetrating his soul. He hawked and stuttered why they were being weirdos, giving him a silence glare. "... Uh, what?"
"What's your side of the story?" Gladio questioned his little nervous buddy.
Prompto blinked, tilting his head in bewilderment. "My what side?"
"I assume he was referring to a similar scene implying of clues." Ignis filled the detail smoothly.
Oh. Should've said it earlier than sending him a message of intense staring contest. Prompto shrugged hastily. Lifting both shoulders in sync. "Beats me, then I'll be able to snap images, a.k.a, photograghic memory to explain verbally."
"Rather odd, perhaps time will come. Let us know so we'll piece them together." Ignis called, and Prompto nodded eagerly. Ravus glued his eyes at Prompto, scrutinizing through his brilliant blue eyes. He looked very familiar and matched the description he possibly assumed one specialist. But before he asked, Ignis spoke up loudly to make notice of evidence they gathered.
"Intriguing, the voice appeared several occurrences when I traverse into Zegnautus Keep and the over world, now Gladio and Ravus. Prompto may be overlooking, or time will tell its story. Retelling a story of Ardyn Lucis Caelum rejected by the Crystal and either a successful conclusion or related to another topic. But what is fascinating me that before Pryna passed, she foreshadowed Bahamut true intention—"
"Wait, Pryna's dead?! You knew?" Prompto interrupting with a gasped, he rise from his seat, releasing a soft tug of his chair dragging on the carpet. Ignis and Ravus silently dejected the unexpected information. The melancholy is the two heart-rending of revelation, Prompto grew extremely frazzled and disdainful upon hearing the news from Ignis.
"I—I do not want to cause despondent to you, Prompto. I know you care dearly about her." Ignis hesitantly replied, his eyebrows lowered woefully.
Prompto was disenchanted, defending him and willingly support Ignis blindly. He trusted him despite the odds on the world they lived on was against them. Prompto spoke in an asperity ill-mannered tone. "If you say truthfully about Pryna, what else you're hiding? Gladio and I know you're from another timeline, but it doesn't mean—"
"Prompto," It was Ravus who interrupted Argentum by calling his first initial. Prompto paused, slightly astonished to hear his name from the Oracle himself, and Ravus returned a consultation gaze. The sudden lash on the disheartening kid, he was young, after all. He sweetened his words to diffuse the distressed sharpshooter. "Pryna is connented to Lunafreya, her death linked with Pryna. Her last desire to share the important Intel to your advisor result a prosper of our future."
"Hey, kid." Gladio rested his hand on Prompto left shoulder. His voice tendered and reassured his friend, he knew Ignis had an adequate reason not to resurface her in dismal. Understanding loss of Tiny, Gladio lightly squeezed his shoulder. "They didn't want you to feel lamented. They care for you, and thanks to Pryna, we discover more secrets because of her."
"I knew as well—I understand how you feel," Ravus added his mind as well. His personal experience invaded his judgment. Knowing his connection with Pryna is a reason why he became best friend with the Prince, and Ravus knew because of Lunafreya. "Please do not neglect your friend Scientia. Lunafreya told me you're fond of Pryna, and so you have done the same with my sister, I must thank you."
Prompto motioned his head and stared fathomless at the floor. Heartbreaking the truth that Ignis kept from him, but he believed his friend rationally reconsider not to hurt his spirit. His frown widened and took a large inhale and exhaled. Pryna passed to expose the cruel god, which established a new path to save him. He saved Pryna, and he thought Tiny wanted to return the gratitude.
He lifted his head to the bros, their eyes fallen to his brotherhood. He took another deep, heavy chest filled with a burden and exhaled with relief. Gladio implored the kid with the look of solace, and Ravus silently stared at the blonde. Ignis, however, he was inconsolable to tell him the truth. He stood patiently, waiting for his final answer if he chose to continue traveling with him under circumstances.
And Prompto smiled. "Yeah, you're right. I mean, I'll say this: Let's take down a god together."
"That's the spirit." Gladio grinned, nudges his knuckles to his comrade bare arm.
I'm glad... Ignis thought, alleviated to hear from someone dear to him. He wanted to express his gratitude, but his subconscious binder into inner thoughts of a nod instead of speech.
"Indeed, lad, indeed." Ravus concurred, a tad concerned about Astral. He resumed in important matters of apropos situation. "The Great One, Bahamut is attempting to assassinate us in an inconspicuous way."
Ignis didn't hesitate but agreed with Ravus. Even Gladiolus looked serious, and Prompto struck of revalation and wariness hearing the three concomitantly administrators of the same topic. After a let out steam of emotions, he was genuinely worried that the Astral was attempting to kill a human; in a matter of fact, a God greater than the entire humanity?
"Whoa, really?" Prompto voice was demanding and shocked.
"Yeah, you forget? Daemons screw with us before 8, and Ravus mentioned that bastard didn't take us lightly." Gladio mentioned, filling the detail to his fellow young friend.
"My concern is separating us could potentially deem us vulnerable." Ignis replied, collecting viable pieces together, describing the scene that would likely happen again.
"All right, that's settles it. I'm gonna tell the Great One to piss off. No one messes with us." Argentum snarled, rankle the Astral little games.
"So should we try and stay low about this business?" The Tank recommended their own safety.
"Perhaps it's wise to play safe." Ravus agreed the best option could lead up innocents into the crossfire of Astral's appearances. Humanity believed in cosmogony and destiny of a true king shalt ordained to its preeminence.
He examined the advisor, who looked relieved to hear Prompto demeanor in his promise—his everlasting friendship with only friends he can trust. The chat cools off briefly, his curiosity leveled as Fleuret glimpsed Ignis because Argentum mentioned a perceptible interest in do tell he spoke to Scientia.
"Another timeline, you say?" Ravus suspiciously inquired the advisor.
Ignis had no purpose to lie. Yes, he came from another timeline. The tactician refused to film other suffering from what endured on his timeline. Prompto blunted in honesty, a sign Ignis can not undo his mistake or stretch out the missing details.
"Yes," Ignis answered lowly, he has no intention of mystifying his case. "I'm from another timeline, Prompto spoke the truth. I asked Umbra to send me back to a particular time where either I chose to refuse or play along with Ardyn suggestion."
It's completely plausible why the advisor decided to play along, not because he chose to protect Prince Noctis, it was truly cogent from the beginning. The Oracle was nonplussed of the man he was hunting. Based on his oversight, elaborate in small portions, in his timeline, he chose to refuse Ardyn, and the advisor of Noctis has capacities of philosophy beyond the course. Knowing too well versed than the entire humanity; well founded the last message from the Frostbearer, and he leaned on the table closely.
Ignis' proficiency was customary to redeem a whole new conventional. According to his expertise, he was preemptive and regimented every aspect of life to revolt the false deity. Granted, Ignis recognition was familiar and manifest combatant contest in fate of the chosen. After his ruminating decision and conclusion, he spoke in earnest tone.
"You're the adversary. It's confirmed from Gentiana. It is you that I've been seeking." Ravus delineated the person to conflict with fate. He was positively flummoxed by Ignis and came from the alternative world by Umbra—the messenger of gods and house of Fleuret.
"Uh huh! I kinda knew after he lay out his plan, and you were the king, and all is such a new chapter." Prompto stated, shifting his chair for a better position.
"Agreed, Marshall wasn't pleased of Ignis wearing the Ring of Legend. He believed the destiny we were all led to fulfill was meant to. Don't think he is willing to dismiss the situation, but what convice him is proof, and we did it for Noct." Gladio elucidated, his face looked relaxed and satisfied. Cor wasn't easily encouraged to persuade on the new threat hidden in the shadow.
"I see the pragmatic outcome." Ravus assent the Shield results. Referring to Cor Leonis cooperating with him.
The advisor was inarticulate the Oracle disclosure of his timeline. Concerned, he thought of consequences for his action affecting others' will faltered or cause a distortion. He chose the path, and people ambition strengthens hope of possibilities. Accurately, the commitment is his closest companion. Lost for words, the three accepted his admission—endeavor to save Eos from the control of Astral.
Truly admirable. Ignis caught in his own breath and eventually deflated his lungs of reassurance. He nodded blissfully, allaying the burden he bear, Gladio and Prompto bombarded of truth place upon divulgence in confession. He looked at his comrades already lively, looking at the Tactician, awaiting his answer.
"Very. All thanks to you, Gladio, and Prompto. Our first encounter was a catch of my existence in Lucis past, but your understanding comes for all—united as one." Ignis replied, inspecting his friends and Oracle, a slight curve on his lips elevated. Surrounded by wonderful comrades and earned their trustworthiness, place their own agenda to him evolve a new prosper of friendship.
"Oh, Shucks! I'm tickled pink!" Prompto laughed, flustered his friend appreciated the three equally. Gladio returned the comment with a gesturing head tilt, slightly grinning.
"No need to, Scientia, I must thank you for your cooperation." The King of Oracle spoken in reverence. His voice was sincere and serious.
Ignis gently nodded. He rose from his seat and headed into the small kitchen, feeling parched. As the advisor pardoned himself, Gladio slumped on the table, observing his comrades, and spoke up loudly. "In that case, let's go to Rock of Ravatogh." He explored at Ravus glorious eyes. "You comin' or what?"
"I appreciate the opportunity, but Tenebrae needs a ruler to sustain and lead his people. Your royal guards are willing to come with me."
"Positive it's a good idea to split the pact?" Gladio asked again cautiously, slightly opposed to part ways for justifiable account.
Considerate that they are, Ravus purchased their concerns into an appropriate contractual obligation. Besides, Ravus got a divine answer from his sister. "You have my contact. I'm not planning to leave Lestallum yet. I'll be fine."
"I may not have a leige to protect as he resides inside the crystal," Gladio acknowledged as he resumed in the demeanor act. "You're an alliance to Lucis, so you have my shield. Our determination strengthens as we cooperate with our nations."
"Yeah! Like he said." Prompto agreed, voting with Gladiolus consideration. Yet, he was surprised shortly after he dropped off his sentence. Prompto was hapless to hear the Oracle decision to part ways and Gladiolus establishment of his own, but the two respected his decision.
Ravus nodded, appeasing their conerns and adding his own profit. "I need to visit a nearby Garrison to obtain another assault carrier, yes."
Gladiolus rose from his wooden chair and stretched his prodigious arms. Slightly curving his back to unwind sore muscles of his build. He sift the evidence in rest and thinks of someone. "Now the Crystal and Astrals are finalized, how is Ardyn binds to this loophole?"
"I'm not certain to provide your insight about him." Ravus said bleakly. "But I'm aware of his presence, a king of the darkness; the Adagium."
"I know that old man wanted vendetta with Noct for some heavy petty crapload of unwashed dirty boxers heirloom. Or we ordered lotsa' pizza and delivered to his house, so he'll pay a massive bill." Prompto added, eyebrows furrowed close indignantly. The sworn Shield and Oracle reluctantly glared at Prompto's choice of wording ridiculously, both winced and the face of 'why?'.
"...Anywho, is Ardyn sorting out with Bahamut to bade its callings?" Gladiolus cut off and interpreted his theories.
"An extraordinary question." Ignis replied to Gladio, holding a cold canned Ebony cracked open. The three snapped their attention to the advisor voice. He was leaning on the wall beside the kitchen, one of his legs draped across the other. "To my analysis, I believe Ardyn is held against his will."
"Huh? You mean, Ardyn was just doing an Astral a favor or...?" Prompto trailed off, thinking of one undesirable measure someone like him. He resumed, eyes widened in shock, voice ghastly to guess one option he could possibly assume. "A prisoner?"
"A prisoner of fate." Ignis corrected his friend, converting the cold case of uncertainty into speculation.
A horrendous truth about the marvel of destiny has come to the surface. The atrocious of arcane finally revealed by the four. The three understood Ardyn didn't end his own bloodline, rather extend for twisted benefit of entertainment—for both Ardyn and Bahamut. Gladiolus hissed through his clenching teeth as Prompto stuttered under his breath. Ravus clenched his Magitek arm to a ball, suppressing his feelings and channeling his anger to his shaking ball of metallic fist.
To their surprise, the world as they alloted to enjoy life was enigmatically circulated of the entire existence of humanity. The beginning of Caelum and Oracle. But there is more to disclose the Astral schemes since they existed before humanity coexist. Something deep, scurry within—core of its pulsing life emanated to be plucked at its finest den. Luckily, the crystalline figure pointed out Rock of Ravatogh.
Gladio looked away from the group and stared at the wall, irritable to show his face. The Oracle was astonished upon hearing the latest Intel given by the Adversary. Truly, discovering modern retrospect from the tactician develops a new era of Oracle perseverance. His refute to take Lucis, accurately with Noctis retainers, was substantial. If Noctis was fulfilling his destiny, it was abundantly clear how Ardyn supposedly a role of the villain.
"Wow..." Prompto broke the silence, his voice trembling through his doleful expression. "I... kinda feel... bad for Ardyn. Being forced to submit for a god is cruel to anyone."
"I don't." Gladio affronted.
"Agreed." Ravus acting jointly after the Shield distaste animosity to Ardyn.
The two exchanges glance quickly to realize they are both at the same level. In amazement, the two express a fainted smile and look back to the table on stony-faced expression. For once-in-a-lifetime, someone concurred with Gladiolus statement and no mercy on the hated enemy. Ravus knew he'll get along with them significantly. In serious matter, the two abstain themselves and remain posted.
Prompto flailing his hands to pause the chitchat rapidly to insert his settlement. "Whoa whoa, waitwaitwaitwaitwait.""He locked his eyes to Ignis, who indulged his canned coffee slowly. "Is that why you think it's a good idea to convince Ardyn to join us?"
"A suggestion, not guaranteed." Ignis cleared his throat and mouth to prevent choking and opined Argentum. Maneuvering his free hand and pinch his frames of his spectacle, astonishing eyes widened behind the prescribed lens. "I'm truly flabbergasted, you remembered?"
"No, durrr, you gorgeous hombre, we're here altogether for a reason."
"You can't even remember Noct's age."
"Dude, I surely absolutely positively most likely do know!" Prompto snapped in a friendly, stern voice officially but not really. He murmurs to himself, unable to be heard, and spoke loudly after declaring his answer. "He's uh, oh pssh... eighteen... nineteen?"
"Twenty. He's gonna be twenty-one in a few months." Gladiolus announced.
Prompto expanded his right ball of fist outwardly, pulling out thumb, index, middle, ring fingers, retracting two fingers, counting the month in a feeble tone, and wheezed. His mouth crooked in disbelief. "Bro... no way... Noct's older than me."
"Now you know..." Ignis rejoinder the Blondie and sighed heavily. Grumbled, he continued. "Oh bloody hell, you two have a similar ages for crying out loud."
"Sheesh, time goes by fast." He completely snubbed and zoned out Ignis' argument, aborting the topic. He glanced to Ravus, who sat quietly on the entire bantering among the three. "What about you?"
Fleuret didn't replied, instead, he returned his answer by staring at the kid in intimidation pause. Prompto retracted from the table he leaned on and slumped back to his chair nervously. "Not my business, gotcha."
"Twenty-eight." Ravus spoke freely.
"Oh, snap! You're older than me and Gladio!" Prompto was stunned the Oracle show no restraint to share his age truthfully. He leaned to Gladio suspiciously. "Right?"
Gladiolus, in motion as a response using his big right hand, and pushed Argentum face back to his seat, breaking his boundary. He muttered in annoyance cause the kid should've known their ages.
Prompto directed his eyes to Ravus again and frowned. He didn't mean to jump into assumptions. With an apologetic glance, he commited to Fleuret. "Sorry Ravus, I thought you didn't want to share your age by the look of your face."
"That's just my face." Ravus said bitterly.
"Oh..."
The comment ended up the Shield chortle into a hearty laughter despite the fact that he was trying to constrain himself in front of Ravus. Prompto realized he judged the bland and daunting expression impetuously, rarely knowing Ravus actual factor. Ignis can be heard chuckling under his breath under a resilient to suspend the misunderstanding.
"Listen," Prompto lodged the complaint and recap the aspersions on him. "Your face looked grim and probably uh, badass!"
"Sure you meant that, kid." Gladio cooed Prompto make a case to give the rationale behind the accidental remark.
Prompto huffed, rolling his eyes to Gladio and watching Ignis taking a sip on his Ebony can at ease. He should have been questioning the advisor from another timeline. Providing supplementary alternative universe and lives was after the destiny.
"Iggy? Hey, uh, what about you?" The skeptism leveled from Prompto voice grew anxiously.
"Me?" Ignis wasn't surprised. The tactician was sensible of the inevitable interrogation, but he was glad that it was his closest. Ignis held his canned black brand of Ebony behind the counter, examining his companions, and closed his eyes. Reimagined one of his senses was plunged into darkness; his vision...
"Thirty-two, but a body of a twenty-two, as you are aware my world was ten years ago." He show reservation to begin his side of the story.
Ravus blinked, eyes slightly widening. Hearing the tactician is more than the adversary. He witnessed a time lapse through longest years of his life. He sat quietly, collected and calm, be a source of fascination to learn the secrets if they continued their callings. The Oracle collude the intel in a source to forbid the Astral into their bade.
"Gladio, Prompto." Ignis began his companions. "We held a separation during the long night. We needed to escort and help civilians in need. Joining hunters on hunt, the population was eradicated into twenty percent of our entire planet. Most of them succumb to scourge, unfortunately."
Prompto and Gladio exchanges glance, curious why they divided the royal promise they walk tall with Noctis. So Prompto spoke up, a lurking urge to ask his lovable friend. Hearing the group parted ways. "Iggy, what happened to you? You weren't able to see... right?"
Ignis halted. Of course. He remembered. Prompto recalled that he mentioned the future and was unable to see his older version. He slowly opened his elegant green eyes, a day to remember his companions' faces of wonder.
"I lost my eyesight in the altar of Altissia. I refused Ardyn's suggestion because..." Ignis felt his chest lead, burden, and pain. He continued in normal tone and stubbornly masked his despair. "Because he was going to kill Noct, and in desperate measure, I wore the Ring of Legend, an only solution to fight back."
"And all that was just part of Bahamut practical disgusting entertainment." Gladio voice suddenly rise of irate. He noticed his fists shake convulsively in short span, disgusted. Gladio took notice that Ignis didn't hesitate to follow Ardyn and risk their safety to rescue him. The outcome became a gruesome cognizance on both sides.
"Yes. I continued to travel with Noct. Our friendship grew thin—a burden to the group of my newly latter-day handicap. We traveled into a train station of Ueltham region. Prompto."
Prompto looked up, dejected what's next from the advisor. "Yea...?"
"There was an incident that you fell off the train, and Noct desperately search for you." Ignis recalled the scene. Noctis voice was in terror of losing his best friend.
Prompto froze in place, an incident where they split up, and he was alone? A mix of frightened, self struggles, but also joy because he never enjoyed isolation. Noctis and the others were seeking him, proven Noctis stubbonly express his true feelings about him and the others. A venturesome of strong companion love.
Ignis resumed, examining Prompto wordless to interact but listen. His eyes directed to Fleuret. "We traveled to Tenebrae, and Aranea said the capital was decimated by your betrayal. They unleashed hordes of daemons into your home. Ravus, you traverse to Keep and confronted the Emperor and claim Noct's father sword, but you were tricked by Ardyn disguised as Noct and exterminated you."
Prompto and Gladio evenly glare at Ravus current state. Alive and well, temporary companion and King of Tenebrae... was extinquished in his timeline. In a sense, the bloodline of the Oracle branch has ended. Fleuret face tightened, his left artificial arm hand to a fist. He would butcher in tone and describe his emotions furiously, although he suspended his feelings of outbursts and condensed.
He understood why Gentiana arrived to behead him at the train, for devious and Astral call upon her to end his bloodline. And it killed his very soul. A vile deity. A corrupted calling. Many lives were lost. Ravus will never forgive the Great One and Ardyn.
"And Noct—" Ignis' voice grew sinister, looking at his friends, he held accountable to load the burdens. No more secrets. "Asked the artifact to lend him his power. No, he was pulled into the crystal by force. I should've been there—We should've done something—"
Ignis suddenly breathed heavily. He felt sick remembering the burdens and affair of their callings he didn't have an inclination on one simple marriage for Noctis and Luna. Neither does Prompto and Gladious forgo the omen they tread on the road. The Ring. The price to harness the power of old. The consequences he aquire to save Noctis for his promise for Regis. There, Noctis laid on the throne, lifeless, Regis' sword plundge into his heart as a noble sacrifice.
His heart aches, plummeting into his soul, and Prompto and Gladio love Noctis. They traveled with him and carried his burdens he bear, and Ignis refused to zero out the promise of the late King—to take care of him as a brother. Now, a new threat arises from the shadow, growing mass offense unobtrusively in assassination. His concern is now the danger lies to his closest comrades he called them brothers.
"Iggy," It was Gladio's voice penetrating his pensive mood. The tank was stilled, sullen, and comforting voice.
Resulting Ignis to snap out of his reverie.
"Stop. Don't do this to yourself if it's too much to handle."
"My apologies. My tongue of honesty was too much." Ignis admitted, looking at Gladio. Lazy eyelids were halfway transitioning to the carpet.
Specs... Prompto worryingly thought. He regretted being anguished about Pryna. Argentum realized Ignis suffered more than a memory. He endured his life of ten years until he arrived here and surpassed and conquered the fate he believed to overwrite.
Prompto noticed the big guy expressing affliction at a great level of the situation. His voice tendered, trying to appease his friend. After an episode between the two, they understood Ignis respectfully introduced himself from the future and allowed his comrades to choose freely whether they agreed to cooperate or reject his endeavor. From the look of the Shield expression, he truly despises turning his back on Ignis briefly after hearing Noctis was already dead in his timeline.
"It's okay, man. Take it easy." Gladio reassured the advisor.
Ravus witnessed the scenario of family Gladio described during their private conversation. Their bonds inspired him. Lucians are not what he thinks of discarded nations who abandoned innocents—only protecting themselves from harm. Noting Prompto word of wisdom, sometimes it's beyond their control. He turned his head to Prompto, who approaches after Amicitia.
"Iggy, it's okay. We're here for you and ever been better."
The kid tried to enlighten their friends. Comforting and considerate he is. The Oracle assured and locked his hands together into a knot. The boldness the advisor deep determined galvanized into action.
"We shall strive for our future—unto the glory of Eos." Ravus declared sincerely, spoke up loudly.
The declaration aspired to the three boys in resolute coming of ages. Gladio turns his feature to Fleuret, staring solemnly unanimity with the ruler of Tenebrae. Prompto slightly grinned to hear the King, and Ignis nodded as an agreement in harmony. They're all on the same aspect of friendship resolution.
Ignis sipped his delightful brewed that valued his attention and preferred the liking of Ebony as he propelled from the wall and walked to the table. "Gladio, Prompto, we should head out this week to Rock of Ravatogh."
"Oooh, what about Ravus ship?" Prompto queries the advisor. "I know for a fact it'll turn into scrap, but can we help them at least? Y'know, darkness is over the horizon. Making a protective wall would be great. At least we can lend them a hand to build Lestallum on the damages we did."
Ignis, in a calm manner, Prompto is correct. Lucians gathered around Lucis into one particular core of survival because of his plan of action. The Lucians mistakenly thought it's an enemy ship, causing millions of Gil of property damage. And suggesting that preparing a defensive functionality against the odds is certainly a prominent ideal. Heck, Prompto was helping Cindy reinforce her shop location with barricades of metal fences during his stay.
"A splendid idea, Prompto." Ignis responded Prompto endeavor. Their journey is a top priority to discover the marvel of secrets, which can be deferred because kudos for Prompto keen precision. Ignis previously dreamed before his awakening in Leville, a younger Noctis, told him everyone needed him.
"Not only Lestallum is the main root to the power source, with enough meteorite shards and ample time, we can create numerous outpost through Eos—to accelerate our plans before the darkness loom across the star." Ignis explained, gesturing his hand in the air freely.
"Like what?" Gladio questioned.
"In my timeline, the Glaives managed to access Old Lestallum, Meldacio Hunter HQ, Cauthess Depot, Galdin Quay, Hidden Harbor, Norduscaen Garrison, and Insomnia." The tactician inferred his experience during his world.
"Insommia?" Promto eyes widen in surprise. "Wow, that's a lot of power to link across Lucis."
"Indeed, the Glaive is mysterious, silent, willpower never cease to believe hope, but they were indeed talented and skilled warrior I have ever met." Ignis said. "The hero powered up several locations on cue. Unfortunately, most areas in Eos we know are deserted and overrun by daemons."
Ravus collected the entire conversation about how the world shrouded into darkness. Only a few landscapes were saved in limited time. He wondered if Tenebrae could be saved as well. Despite the fact that they produce renewable resources and energy. Retracting his pondering, it is probably unnecessary to surmise, but Lucis needed help.
"Scientia, are you certified to increase the possibilities on time? I believe you averted scourge for years to come." Ravus resurface the significant result of the adversary. He saw Ignis nodded of affirmation.
"I have no doubt to mold into beneficial result for the road lies ahead of us. Increasing in numbers and many lives will be saved." Ignis responded to Ravus questions to regard his promise.
"Oh! I get what you mean!" Prompto spoke up loudly, a huge grinned of enlightenment. He rose from his chair and trotted around, slowly, attempting to awaken his lazy muscle for sitting quite some time. He wandered to Ignis direction. "Since Specky stopped Ardyn his ability, we have an advantage to make lots of outpost throughout Eos! Like the one Iggy didn't mention. Uh..."
"Coernix Station." Gladiolus pointed out.
"Yeah! And Longwythre Rest Area with that huge mountain!"
"Don't forget Burbost Souvenir Emporium." Gladiolus spoke out, slumped back to his chair.
"We wouldn't forget Cape Caem, Jared grave is there, and I'm sure it means a lot for Talcott." Prompto agreed, accommodating not to abandon dear to others.
"Abandon Garrison could ultimately utilize in reap benefits. Four if I may, loaded of mechanic and assault ship." Ravus publicized the great use as an ex commander.
"I'd love to experience in the air. We dealt ground, sea, and the sky! Wooo, les freakin' go!" Prompto eyes glitter in delight and excitement. The future ahead look indeed fruitful in their favor.
"Fam, you forget Wiz Chocobo Post."
Prompto frozen in place, he nearly forgotten the cutest and most adorable friendly chocobo ever existed. Then, he shot a glare to Ignis. "... are they still around in the long Night...?"
Ignis slightly frowned, completely plausible to explain the love of chocobo. "A few survived, but they were at the verge of extinction."
"Ignis!" Prompto seized Ignis by grabbing his collar of the advisor jacket with both hands and drew him close. His voice of angst was elevated by his body language, eyes widening. "We gotta save the Chocobos! I take it back about staying in Lestallum and fixing our problems!"
"Either take it or go, Prompto. Gotta stick with one." Gladiolus straightened his back as he leveraged himself to a proper sitting pose for his back.
Ignis lightly pushed the quivering hands of Prompto gripping his collar attire and shun Argentum a breathing space. "Thus, mmmph, Prompto, I agree your proposal to mend the city. Lucians assaulted the ship into a crash landing. And please, keep your hands to yourself. Your incompetent wrinkled my attire." Ignis's voice grew hostile because this is his last hundreds of thousand Gil priced manufactured in Insomnia attire.
"Sorry Iggy, just anything but the Chocobos." Prompto replied, mellowing his favorite companion.
Ignis adjusted his collar into his liking and observed the three. "Well then, shall we begin?"
The three nodded in unison, guaranteed their journey began with the advisor strong sense of innovation to success, just mere moments. Ignis continued to display the new objective after rebuilding Lestallum. Ignis repolish his statement and begin his process. "There is a tomb secluded there. We must get the weapon for Noct and the tomb itself."
"And how are we're gonna do that? Carry a hunk load of rock and whatever it's made of off the mountain?" Amicitia questioning the impossible task. Using a vehicle to transfer a tomb from the high temperature, above level to scale the bumpy landscape, unfeasible to describe the dangers of wild animals.
Ravus's ship is out of commission, and he'll stay behind to help Lucians. Which is beneficial to introduce himself as much as he can to Insomnian civilians. Although the downside is not plausible to accomplish such chores to complete in a short time. Considering Insomnia is the largest capital housing in millions of residents and royal guards scattered around Lucis.
Hearing the stressful situation from the Shield, Ravus brainstormed the best alternative solution until he recalled someone willingly supported young Lucians. "I'll contact Aranea to lend you a hand."
"Aranea?" Prompto' voice was relieved to hear her safety after their sudden departure inside the Keep. "I'm so glad she's alright. I wanted to give her a huge hug for everything she did."
"Careful, she'll kick your face with her high sharp heels if you do." Gladio remarked with a chortle.
"Look, I may like it or not, but hey! She noticed me at least, unlike you, tattoo and muscle you got, didn't even have a lady to lay eyes on you yet!" Prompto retaliated the shield haphazardly, tilting his wooden chair, balancing his chair with two stands like a teenager getting bored.
Gladio took umbrage at his remark and purposely kicked Prompto chair to startle the kid. Prompto flings his arms in alarm to grasp the table underneath structure. The bulky man tried to humiliate the lad by scaring him. Countering the tough guy, Prompto uses his cube ice for his beverage (luckily, it's empty, but ice remains in glass) and lunged to his comrade. Hitting the Shield temple, he felt chill and soaked.
"'Chill out' dude!"
Of course, Gladio overwhelmed the sharpshooter by grabbing his right bare arm behind his back and detaining the kid, slamming his face on the table. Prompto squirmed and thrashed against the man's grip. A shockwave on the table disturbs the tea. Ravus already halfway tea vibrated, converting a small wave, bouncing the wall of his cup. The liquid mirror fluctuates as Prompto tapped the table, yielding his surrender.
"You suck, sucker, and such a—Blaa!" Prompto yelped as he felt his arm plundged further to his back.
"Whatchu' say? Can't hear a sucker from here." Gladio nettled Prompto.
Ravus dissects the horseplay, the boys' great example of professionalism. He blinked absently, demoralized, and muted the petulant retinue. Witnessing children fighting, literally. Or perhaps he was missing true aspect of friendship want meant to be. He heard a soft groan from the tactician, chagrined of these buffoons and lightly tapped Ravus' left study shoulder blade with his nail completely concealed by his glove.
"Pay no mind to them." Ignis said dryly, watching the two.
Slightly peeved, Ravus rose from his seat, his austere halted the two boys from wrestling, and strolled to the door unintended. They studied Fleuret movement as he reached the knob, unlocking the lock and opening the door.
The two loosened their grip and balanced themselves to view Ravus as he left the room. Explanatory the conference has decided after King of the Oracle pardoned himself. Ravus left the boys' horseplay, leaving them without a proper farewell. Ignis blinked, frowned upon the closed door, assuming the illiberal moral Gladio and Prompto standards were unbearable.
"It's futile. He seen enough." Ignis resigned. He walked into the convinent kitchen on his left, exiting the living room. "And so am I—I refused to clean up the mess you decide to use as projectiles." Then the door slams shut.
Prompto dusted his attire neatly from wrinkles and dust. He was checking his stiffened hair from rough housing. Direct his face to the carpet, and disfigured ice cubes began to melt due to its heat absorbent. He glanced to Gladiolus, who stood silently at the shut door. Gladio ran his hands through his hair back to his skull, malcontent their behavior. He grouched and fingered his hair softly.
"Psssh, I don't blame him."
"Yeah..." Prompto trailed off. "Hey, big guy?"
"Yeah?"
"Say... how old are you again?"