totalclarity: (This impossible year)

[personal profile] totalclarity 2018-11-18 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
Difficult not to be much else. [He is, perhaps, ten years Nyx's junior--that would make Nyx, what, not quite yet thirty? Really. A grown man ought know better. Perhaps Nyx has never seen all of the boys together, the way they can be crude as only teenagers truly can. Which is not, however, the same as being immune to overt flirtation.

He parts his lips, as if to say something, but does not. Well. If this is going to turn into some kind of lesson about letting himself go, to be slightly more instinctual and reckless as only a Galahdian can be, why not start now? The blade flips in his hand, and Ignis presses the butt of the dagger under Nyx's chin to lift it, and subsequently, his gaze.]


A diplomat, that is. The pretty, too, but that's a matter you'll have to take up with my genetics.
burninglight: (slipping through the cracks)

[personal profile] burninglight 2018-11-19 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
...Fine.

[Ardyn straightened up, hands in his pockets.]

If you decide you want to hear from me the truth of who I am and what I've done--then you can come find me when you're prepared. I won't seek you out before then.
totalclarity: (That won't disappear)

[personal profile] totalclarity 2018-11-19 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The air around them has changed. It's palpable, and there's a narrowing to Ignis' eyes like he might be able to see it. But it's not around them, is it? No, he can see something in Nyx's eyes. Was this a mistake or a step in the right direction? Depends on who you ask. Nyx licks his lips, and Ignis...finally looks away and takes the dagger with him. He doesn't clear his throat as if to clear the air, but it's a near thing. He's not nervous or worried or overwhelmed. He's not feeling the spark of something incredibly inappropriate. Of course not.]

I like to think that I've never lacked for courage. I simply don't- [And here he pulls the blade back, lets it go in a deadly spin. He does not zip after it in blue light, but allows it to strike home, sticking out of a wooden beam, handle vibrating from the force.] -fling myself heedlessly into the uncaring void of battle.
founderinglight: ([sketchyplaceholder])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's alright. I've got you.

[There can be little to no doubt that the Founder King was a parent in his own time, with how automatically he shifts into the comforting tone. He straightens up and offers Nyx a hand to squeeze - he's less fragile than the chair, he can deal with it - until the man is ready to move.]

It's not that far to our medbay - inside and a bit of an elevator trip. But I should warn you that most of our medical staff isn't human here, so... Don't panic and please don't stab anyone.

[He likes his primary doctor and his FWB unstabbed, please, Nyx, do him this.]
founderinglight: ([sketchyplaceholder])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Izunia will let him push, but it's with the sort of hovering that clearly says 'I expect you to need help not falling on your face at any moment.' He only pauses to quite literally kick the damaged chair into his Armiger once Nyx is out of it, and grab his kitty's leash.]

Mmm - it's late enough in the morning that Jet's probably already gone to bed, so it'll be Strange on duty - they're an android, more human-looking than Niflheim's damn magitek at least. Jetshard's the other main person on medical staff, and she's a troll - tall grey-skinned alien with horns, very good friend of mine.

[It's apparently his turn to just straight up babble as they make their way to the doors and inside.]
founderinglight: ([hold])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not Niflheim's magitek, I'm extremely certain.

[He'll hold the door and even bow, because when have the Lucis Caelums not been incredibly extra motherfuckers?]

On account of the fact that they're native to this world, where Niflheim doesn't even exist. Welcome to Keystone Station, home to any number of the multiverse's lost socks, keys, and people.

[It's thankfully quiet through the halls this morning as Izunia steps by to lead the way to the elevator. No one else around at this hour, at least at the moment.]

If you'd absolutely prefer, though, I can drag Jet back out, but her skill with magical healing isn't near as good anyway.
totalclarity: (Just typhoons and monsoons)

[personal profile] totalclarity 2018-11-19 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
Once you are in a battle, there's no telling what will happen. You can't plan for the details and must move accordingly. [He rises from where he's sat to follow the path of his blade. The air seems much less electrified over here, easier to breathe.] And I've no doubt that the Kingsglaive as a whole has an uncanny ability to move together as one like a well-oiled machine.

Don't mistake me, sir, I recognize that there is a time and a place. But you can't expect me to do everything on gut instinct; that's hardly going to work out in your favor in every fight.
kingkingcxiii: Blessing and Curse (Blessing and Curse)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2018-11-19 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
Boring weeks are becoming rather elusive these days, aren't they?

[Despite his best efforts, there's a regret-tinged sadness that makes it way into Regis' eyes. He hides it by shifting his gaze from Nyx to where his dress cape rests discarded a chair over, slightly out of his reach. The last thing he wants to do is ask Nyx to retrieve it for him. The Glaive is already catering to him more than he should have to. He may be a servant of the Crown, but this type of service is far below him.

With a sharp flick of his hand, Regis accesses the Armiger and the cape disappears with a soft crystalline crackle. He draws a slow measured breath to beat back the rush of exhaustion that follows. It's been growing harder to access the Armiger lately--just one more reason he has no more place on the battlefield--and he may regret that action later when he has to spend time fishing to find the cape again, but for now the matter has been taken care of.

Once he's sure his energy level has stabilized, Regis draws himself up from the chair, doing his best to ignore the protests of his back and leg. If the only immediate consequence he has to deal with from that bit of frivolous magic is having to lean a little heavier on Nyx's arm than he would prefer, he's not going to complain. Instead, once they've finally started toward his rooms, he tilts his head in the Glaive's direction nearly whispering in his ear.]


You blush rather fetchingly. I'm going to have to see that it happens more often.
Edited (Typo!) 2018-11-19 10:28 (UTC)
kingkingcxiii: Once More (Once More)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2018-11-20 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, most certainly. How could I not know when I have such a perfect example of that here at my side?

[The amusement that brightens Regis' pale green eyes really should warn Nyx that he's not getting off that easily. Especially in the light of that second blush.]

That said, I'm sure you're just as aware that embarrassment is far from the only reason people blush. I have options.

[Regis gives Nyx a knowing smile and then steps away so that he can unlock and push open the door to his suite. He motions for the Glaive to enter the room before him and then follows, lingering near the door long enough to hear the lock catch. It's a habit born of necessity; one he doesn't even consciously realize he's doing any longer.]

There are several bottles in the liquor cabinet I suspect you will find quite to your liking. Why don't you pick one while I shed a few more layers?

[Without waiting for an answer, Regis makes his way over to the ornate dresser that sits along one wall. He leans his cane against the edge, and then reaches up and carefully removes his crown from where is rests against his temple, settling it with great care into a velvet lined box. The weight of the Crown never completely leaves him, but for the moment it lessens just enough to let him rest. That rest isn't something Regis is guaranteed anymore--hasn't been for some time--and when the opportunity comes, he can't let it pass him by.

Hopefully, Nyx really is as eager to know the man behind the Crown as he believes himself to be.]
Edited (I went back and counted how many times I used the word 'rest' in one paragraph and the answer was TOO MANY. X.x) 2018-11-20 12:16 (UTC)
kingkingcxiii: Look Back (Look Back)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2018-11-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[That sheepish smile is met with an understanding one in return. Even if he weren't prone to doing it himself, Regis has been around people doing it his whole life. It's stranger to be in a room with someone not doing it than the opposite. His own quarters are no exception to this. Clarus' insistence on seeing him there is sometimes more than just because of an overabundance of caution. There have been many nights--after calls that were too close, plots discovered farther along than they should have been even though no one was in danger quite yet, reports of losses too high beyond their reaches--where Regis has allowed his Shield to accompany him back to his rooms and secure them until he was satisfied no matter how long it took. His old friend would not have rested otherwise. Not while there was any doubt in his mind that the one person he had the power to see absolutely safe was.

Nyx is really no different in that respect. The next generation already being weighed down by the same burdens as the previous one.

Regis is glad when Nyx's question draws him out of that cycle of thoughts. In fact, he almost laughs when he turns and sees which bottle the Glaive is asking about.

What a coincidence.]


It is. My favorite in fact. Would you like to give it a try?

[While Nyx decides on if he would like to crack open a bottle of his king's favorite or continue exploring the cabinet, Regis sets to work removing his suit jacket and vest, leaving both draped over the dresser, before making his way to the nearby chair and settling into it to begin the tedious process of undoing the many clasps and buckles on his knee brace.]
totalclarity: (And storms full of sorrow)

[personal profile] totalclarity 2018-11-21 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The charged atmosphere isn't gone entirely, of course, and there's a delightful double meaning to Nyx's words. Ignis grabs hold of the dagger, and in a flash of crystal, stores it back in the armiger rather than pull it out of the wood.

He feels the eyes on him. It's a particularly strange feeling, he finds. Noctis gets all the attention wherever they go, as he should as the crown prince of the kingdom. Nobody pays attention to the servants, the chauffeurs, the bodyguards, the help, not if they don't have some official title and are part of King Regis' inner circle. Most of the time, Ignis passes by relatively unnoticed. There's no avoiding being the center of attention when they are the only two people in the room, but it's more than that.

He glances over his shoulder to catch that gaze.]
I imagine you'd like to show me some examples. You are, after all, to teach me.
kingkingcxiii: Flame (Flame)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2018-11-22 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Regis takes the drink, but just gently swirls the liquor instead of sipping it. His eyes take in the fine web-like lines of frost on the glass before shifting to follow Nyx's fingers and the fire that so naturally leaps from them. By the time those small flames find a new home among the logs, a pleased smile brightens his face while pride dances in his eyes.

Nyx may fear an incoming scolding, but he doesn't realize that is the very last thing he needs to worry about. Regis has always secretly enjoyed seeing the magic he's shared with others used so skillfully. There are no few of his ancestors who've hoarded the magic, citing the drain upon their own health as reason, but Regis has never bought into that line of thought. The Crystal and its magic will drain his life no matter if he hoards its power or shares it. As least sharing will allow him to protect his family and country longer, even if it is through the hands of others instead of with his own.]


It seems the rumors of your talent were not exaggerated. The magic answers your call nearly as easily as it answers mine. If one can honestly ever call such an untamed force 'easily' called.

[He finally goes to take a sip from the glass, but pauses, uncomfortable, when Nyx takes over the work of removing his brace, fingers of his empty hand brushing over the Glaive's.]


You realize you don't need to do that.
Edited (Typo!) 2018-11-22 05:01 (UTC)
founderinglight: ([hold])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-22 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Not unless you count Ravus, and he's mostly an idiot, honestly.

[Elevator's right here! Easy peasy. Izunia... if someone could be said to push buttons knowledgeably, that's exactly what he does.

It's really not going to be a long ride, but he's content to stand once the doors open again for Nyx to catch his breath and deal with various revelations.]


To make a long story short - this is a world different from Eos entirely, as are most of the worlds that the other residents of the station come from. And in many of those worlds, magic is a great deal more accessible to the common person than it is to us. Conversely, I've encountered just as many people who don't have magic in their worlds at all.

[He'll offer a hand, if Nyx needs it, but he's not pushing.]

And many of the former have developed some degree of healing magic or another that's quite superior to our hasty battlefield curatives. I'm reasonably sure that between the two, you'll be up and functional again within a handful of days at most.

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