[Noctis arrives a short while later, still looking pretty peeved, obviously flustered from a fight. He looks like he's about to start angry-pacing, but the mugs catch his attention and make him stop. After a moment's consideration, he heads over and plunks himself next to Prompto.]
[It's infuriating! Every word out of his mouth is wrong.]
I was just looking through the books and he started talking about the Astrals. And of course he thinks Niflheim's so innocent and altruistic, it's just taking over the world for charity. After everything they've done, he still doesn't believe what they did to Dad and Insomnia.
[He was in Tenebrae when the manor was razed, when they killed Luna's mom for no reason, and it'd been suspected for years that the Imperials sent that daemon to end his life as a kid long before it was confirmed in the last few months. He's known his whole life what kind of evil Niflheim's capable of.]
Ah. Yeah. We had a long chat that solved basically nothing. As far as he's concerned, all that stuff we went through hasn't happened yet. I'm not so sure he believes it ever will. Or maybe he'd find a way to justify it. He really loves his country.
[Though he had introduced the possibility that their future could be altered. He could choose not to experiment on the infected, not create the clones...]
The Besithia here seems less cray than the one from our time, anyway.
Less, maybe, but still not sane. Bet if he saw the city as it is now he'd just laugh. [His fists clench tightly around the material of his pants.] He's lucky he has your face or I'd have rearranged it for him.
[It was still incredibly tempting, but considering how the man talked, what would it even do? He'd just end up getting mocked for it.]
[He nods slowly. Honestly, he doesn't know how Verstael would react to the ruins that had been their home. Considering the daemon the Empire unleashed on it was one of his creations, he doubts the Chief Researcher would be sorry for it.
There's a pause before he sighs.]
...About that. There's something I need to tell you.
[He twists his bracelet around his wrist a few times before working on the clasp.]
[Noct's gaze shifts towards Prompto's movements, eyes widening when he sees what he's doing. The tone hadn't exactly been jovial before, but this sounds... really serious.]
Whoa. Does that actually come off? I figured it was glued there.
[For real, though, he's never seen it off. It's not really something he put much thought into until now.]
[He smiles wryly at the quip. This is serious, but he's not worried. He's done this before, after all, under more ... uncomfortable circumstances. At least this time, he's not afraid of losing his best friend.
Still, it's not a conversation he enjoys having. He takes a deep breath.]
I look like Besithia because he created me.
[He lets the bracelet drop and holds out his hand, palm down, so the bar code etched over his wrist is fully visible.]
[Noct stares at the barcode for a moment, as if it would offer any further explanation, but he's never seen it before. And while he'd wondered since arriving what the cause of the resemblance was, he'd expected some secret familial thing- brother, or parent. Clone is a new one.
Shrugging it off, he focuses back on Prompto, the one who actually matters.]
You grew up in Lucis, though. You know how you ended up there?
Huh. [Pardon his momentary mental derail as he tries to think about Cor being Prompto's dad. How different that would have been. --Nope, too weird, abort, abort.] ...Well, I'm glad. Their loss is our gain, right? And that guy's skeevy as hell.
[The thought occurs to him, belatedly. It's obviously a difficult subject to bring up, but even so, Prompto is way more chill about this than he'd expect.]
You've told me this before, haven't you? Not me-me, but... you know.
[That's about the reaction he expected, though it still makes him feel super warm and fuzzy.]
Yeah. I have. Remember when I told you we got separated? That's when I found out what I am. It's ... kind of a long story. [Enough to fill a DLC.] After you guys found me, I told you.
Or, well, the way it really happened was there was a locked door, and... [He wiggles his right wrist.] Turns out this is a key.
[Maybe all that sneaking practice will come in handy somewhere. It did make him feel like a proper assassin, with all the warp-kills he'd racked up, which is cool.]
No way- leave the facial hair to Gladio and my dad. Looks like way too much work.
[All that... maintenance. He spends enough time on his hair already.]
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this_loser) wrote2019-07-26 04:31 am
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r u at the house
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sup?
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niff bastard pisses me off
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him
need a vent?
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[....no, you know what?]
yeah
be there soon
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[And he will be, sitting on the couch fiddling with his camera, two mugs of something warm perched on the table.]
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Hey.
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[The camera goes away and he turns to better face Noctis. You've got his full attention, dude.]
So what'd he do now?
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[It's infuriating! Every word out of his mouth is wrong.]
I was just looking through the books and he started talking about the Astrals. And of course he thinks Niflheim's so innocent and altruistic, it's just taking over the world for charity. After everything they've done, he still doesn't believe what they did to Dad and Insomnia.
[He was in Tenebrae when the manor was razed, when they killed Luna's mom for no reason, and it'd been suspected for years that the Imperials sent that daemon to end his life as a kid long before it was confirmed in the last few months. He's known his whole life what kind of evil Niflheim's capable of.]
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[Though he had introduced the possibility that their future could be altered. He could choose not to experiment on the infected, not create the clones...]
The Besithia here seems less cray than the one from our time, anyway.
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[It was still incredibly tempting, but considering how the man talked, what would it even do? He'd just end up getting mocked for it.]
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There's a pause before he sighs.]
...About that. There's something I need to tell you.
[He twists his bracelet around his wrist a few times before working on the clasp.]
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Whoa. Does that actually come off? I figured it was glued there.
[For real, though, he's never seen it off. It's not really something he put much thought into until now.]
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Still, it's not a conversation he enjoys having. He takes a deep breath.]
I look like Besithia because he created me.
[He lets the bracelet drop and holds out his hand, palm down, so the bar code etched over his wrist is fully visible.]
I'm a clone.
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Shrugging it off, he focuses back on Prompto, the one who actually matters.]
You grew up in Lucis, though. You know how you ended up there?
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Cor, apparently.
[It's new info for him, and something he's been mulling over. Cor is less scary to him these days. He looks fond, even.]
But he couldn't keep me so... adoption.
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[The thought occurs to him, belatedly. It's obviously a difficult subject to bring up, but even so, Prompto is way more chill about this than he'd expect.]
You've told me this before, haven't you? Not me-me, but... you know.
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Yeah. I have. Remember when I told you we got separated? That's when I found out what I am. It's ... kind of a long story. [Enough to fill a DLC.] After you guys found me, I told you.
Or, well, the way it really happened was there was a locked door, and... [He wiggles his right wrist.] Turns out this is a key.
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[He gives Prompto's arm playful bump, obviously joking; he'd made himself pretty clear before about his friend's value in their group.
Considering the lack of upset, though, good to know that his other - or future - self wasn't stupid about Prompto's origins either.]
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[Honestly, he hates the thing, convenient or not. But he nudges Noct back, smiling, appreciative.]
So yeah. That's why I look like that jerk. And why I am never growing facial hair.
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[Maybe all that sneaking practice will come in handy somewhere. It did make him feel like a proper assassin, with all the warp-kills he'd racked up, which is cool.]
No way- leave the facial hair to Gladio and my dad. Looks like way too much work.
[All that... maintenance. He spends enough time on his hair already.]