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for aranea @ unweaving » morning of 20 march

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( wtf is this box it's got ribbons on it and everything PLEASE DON'T SHAKE IT PROMPTO ) Hey - did you get something delivered? Found this on the doorstep.

( cheep. )

I'm not sayin' it's chirping, but it might be.

[unweaving]

[ THE MOST SUSPICIOUS ]

I didn't order anything. What do you mean, chirping?

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( wtf is this box then ) I didn't either. Listen -

( silence.


small cheep. ) There! That didn't come from outside.

... That's a really big box for a chicken.

[unweaving]

[ It's a huge box for a chicken, but he says chicken and she's too busy flicking a glance between the package and his hair to worry about the size of the box. Suspicion gives way to a crooked little smile. ]

Did you piss someone off?

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No? ( how can you say that PROMPTO IS THE NICEST BOY ) At least... I don't think so.

If it's a chicken though we should probably open it - the box doesn't look comfy. ( he has claustrophobia ok he totally knows he'd freak out if he'd been the one in there ) We can take it to the farm or something.

[unweaving]

You're cleaning it up if it shits on the carpet.

[ Smiling through it, though. That's her guy, unable to tolerate the suffering of even a chicken who was probably sent as an insult. ]

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Deal.

( the carpet's probably ugly anyway who cares aranea

anyway he'll be opening it really carefully because he still has no idea if it's some kind of trap or w/e but he finally lifts the lid and peering out from a nest of straw is a jet-black something which is most definitely not a chicken, but prompto's eyes are already widening because he's seen this animal before; they rescued the egg from its nest -- they? him, and ignis and gladio and another boy with dark hair and deep blue eyes. his name escapes prompto for now, but the blond knows full well it's a - ) Chocobo.

( the word sounds so familiar, like he's known it all his life, and with it comes a massive wave of affection he had no idea he could harbour for the tiny bird. ) I know her, she's the last of her species!

[unweaving]

[ Chocobo. The word flutters around the edges of her memory, makes her brows knit and she leans over his shoulder to look. ]

Huh. She's kinda cute.

[ but ]

If she's the last of her kind, what's she doing here? In a box?

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Don't know. I mean... with all the ribbons and stuff, maybe she was a present. Who from, though - your guess's as good as mine.

( he crouches a little so he can peer at the little chick over the rim of her box, reaching in to stroke the downy feathers on her back as she cheeps questioningly. ) It's weird, I know her from somewhere -- there were more, too - bigger, but their feathers were different. Yellow, mostly. ( it's fuzzy, but things are coming back little by little. ) They got so big you could put a saddle on and everything, too.

[unweaving]

[ He talks through it, and that little tug of familiarity gets stronger, until - ]

They can swim.

[ Confident. It's true, she just... doesn't know how she knows. He hand settles on his shoulder, gives him a little squeeze. ]

Pick her up.

drops off 1 parcel

[deem]

[Let's just assume we're past that stage of wow, unicorns really do exist and this android's gotten accustomed to the fact that humans exist. And obviously Prompto's, y'know, the first one he affixed himself to like the strangest equip a guy ever could get.

Which means here he is, trotting after the guy. Again]

Prompto, did you see those ruins over there?

[Alright more like bouncing after him but it's a whole new alien world full of new things to explore. Of course he's excited.

And of course he's referring to dungeoneering hell over there on their left]

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Huh? ( it takes him a second; everything sure looks hella different in the dark. ) Oh! Yeah, we've been there before -- ( waited outside for days, to be accurate. ) Kinda. I mean, Noct was in there for a week or something -

( not that he knows enough about the world to be able to satisfy the android's boundless curiosity though. )

Y'know -- if you wanna learn more about stuff then you're better off following Iggy; he knows a lot more than I do.

[deem]

A week? [He echoes, head tipping curiously to one side as he looks up at Prompto, who is at last taller than someone] Wouldn't he starve?

[Ah, well, apparently he didn't or Prompto would be telling a different story. 9S turns his head, the only evidence of any speculative looks he might be giving that structure.

But he's heard this business about an Iggy before, and he shrugs it off]

Yeah, yeah.... [And yet no one is here to tell him one affirmation will suffice!] I could do that, I guess, but I'd rather not.

[Look man, you're his first human. Accept it. Embrace it.

Get in the dungeon]

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Damn right it was a week. Outside, to us anyway. Noct said it felt like a few years. Of course it made no sense since he hadn't any supplies with him... ( shouldn't this already be a taste of the logic or lack thereof prevalent in that dungeon?? ) We wanted to break in there but it wouldn't open after he entered, and of course there was no way we were leaving without 'im. Swear Gladio's hair had gone white by the time Noct finally showed up again. He totally dyes it now.

( this is like being adopted by a cat isn't it ) Y'sure? Iggy could tell you more than I could. I... don't really know much about stuff outside the city I grew up in.

[deem]

So your hair changes color?

[There's an air of skepticism about him as he folds his arms, apparently debating for himself whether this is actually a thing that happens. His own hair is white, so it's not as though he finds the color unnatural...

But Gladio's hair is quite dark. He'll have to look into this.

In the meantime, though-]

Your answers are fine with me. When that guy talks, it's like I'm being lectured.

[Maybe it's the accent. He's got questions about that too, tbh]

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Mmhmm. If you get older. Or stressed out. Or scared, maybe - but mostly it's the first two. ( just don't quote him on the fear part... the bit about ignis makes him laugh, however. ) Yeah, I guess he does kinda sound like that, huh?

[deem]

Sounds like everyone'd wind up that way, eventually.

[A round of speculative silence, interrupted by a hum]

I guess he means well, but... He talks whole in paragraphs while moving his hands around.

[At least, that's his going theory on why it's like a lecture, but don't quote him on that either.

Humans are largely a mystery to him, despite having crossed paths with some, bizarre miracle that that is]

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He knows a lot, though! Iggy is really smart. ( excuse him he's just gonna sideeye the entrance of pitioss a little here. ) So uh, you said you wanted to go in there?

[deem]

You talk them up a lot.

[His friends. And he talks himself down. Human he isn't, but 9S notices a trend when he sees one. He is a Scanner, after all.

But he follows that line of sight easily enough, nodding and catching Prompto's arm]

I should be able to learn a lot from ancient structures.

[Which is exactly what it looks like they're dealing with]

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It's the truth, buddy -- Iggy's smart, Gladio's strong and Noct's just. Really awesome. They're amazing. ( there might be a wistful note in there somewhere. ) So how does that learning thing work, anyway? You just... analyse the place?

idek what i'm doing lmk if this makes sense

[misrememberance]

[ It's not like he's been keeping himself a secret. He can't really afford to when he's shifted through the Fade into a world that hasn't even heard of it, or him, or--well, anything. This world has cars, though. He likes cars.

It doesn't take him long to seemingly latch onto someone. That someone is Prompto, whether he likes it or not, and as they're in a clearing near the camping grounds, he all but sneaks up behind the other and talks, hat hiding most of his face. ]

Your eyes are different.

ayy

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( it's not the first time cole's gotten the jump on him since they met; prompto doesn't think he's ever going to get used to this. the guy is... eccentric, for lack of a better word, but at least he's not of the empire. that's good enough, isn't it? )

Huh? ( different, cole says, and despite all that prompto believed he'd come to terms with his heritage the gunner finds that it does not ward against the cold grip of dread that closes around his heart all of a sudden. ) H-how d'you mean?

[misrememberance]

They're a different colour because you're different. You don't want to be. Flashes, hurt, you don't want to be like them, not like the numbers and lines etched on their skin. It gets worse when you're in the snow.

[ Cole's voice is calm and steady through all of this, and maybe his gaze is a little too steady, too--even with the hat and his hair obscuring his own eyes, he's fixed on Prompto. ]

But smiling, smiling's easier so they won't worry.

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Wh— ( how could he know? aranea was there but she'd never tell, and there are details of his time in vogliupe's desolate snowfields that even his closest friends aren't privy to — much less this stranger.

the force of his unease sends prompto stumbling back, putting distance between them as a phantom pain seeps through bone into his wrist, where he put embers to it next to the campfire years ago. fingers curl around the spot instead of going for his gun, instinct already screaming at him for his mistake, yet he cannot pry his hand away. ) You— you're from the Empire, after all? But what did you— how'd you know— Did Ardyn send you? What do you want?

gUESS WHO SORT OF LOST THIS feel free to ignore

[misrememberance]

[ Oh, he's done it again, he's stepped on feelings he shouldn't have while trying to untangle them. Cole doesn't feel panic, not in the way he probably should, but shakes his head to the side.

He knows Ardyn, sort of--by name alone, and sometimes glimpses if he Looks too hard into one of the boys, and he knows of the Empire just by listening to the things they call radios, so it doesn't take long for him to put two and two together. ]

I'm trying to help.

[ Cole can't help the slightly frustrated tone of his voice, mostly at himself. ]