lucian royalty takin over here

[carbungle]

♥ Who: Noctis Lucis Caelum + Open!
♥ Where: Just a catch-all for some stuff
♥ When: Now! + January catch-all
♥ What: The prince of Lucis has Things To Do
♥ Rating: PG? will update as needed


( a. have you met my emotional support scarf - Open to All! )

[At first glance, it's just a normal guy walking down the street, nothing to pay any mind. Getting closer however reveals that he appears to be... talking to himself? Or at least having half a conversation, glancing at the empty space by his shoulder and speaking, then looking down at his communicator for a silent response. It probably looks kind of weird, and he's quite preoccupied with it. Maybe try getting his attention?

Those who can sense magic might notice not just his, but a secondary presence at his shoulder, small and invisible. Those who can't sense magic might just hear it... squeak?]


( b. friendship is magic...? - Open to Family/CR he's inevitably harassing )

[Noctis is venturing out to find… people! People he knows. And likes. Or just wants to know and like better. Basically he's trying to visit his friends and family, in part for a very specific question but also just to try that whole open affection thing he keeps getting told to work on.

If he knows where you live, he's paying a visit! Otherwise, mayhaps he'll find you in the street or in a shop somewhere by chance.]


( c. girlfriend? girl! friend!! - CLOSED TO LUNA )

[Going out for a date is all well and good but for Noctis a night in is just as (if not more) enjoyable, and the fact that Luna feels the same and had suggested it makes him appreciate her all the more; thus, the only thing on tonight's agenda is a meal at home and each others' company. He'd helped her prep whatever dish she'd opted to make, but once it's ready to be cooked and he has nothing to do, he parks himself at the table with his tablet out, opening up the design doc for King's Knight 2.0. Prompto's not around so he can finally ask her without spoiling the surprise.]

So... if you were gonna pick a character to play, what kind would it be?


( d. those ding dang head whispers - CLOSED TO REGIS )

[A little later into the month, after weeks of stressing about it and hiding and wishing he was a hell of a lot stronger, Noctis at last makes a decision. No more putting it off- it's time to face his future, his responsibilities. Time to learn about what the hell he's meant to do going forward.

He sends a message to Regis, requesting a one-on-one meeting, while the house is otherwise empty. He's late to arrive once a time is decided, pacing and circling the house first, anxious and hating it. Coward, his mind is scolding him. Just do it already.

Finally, he steels himself for the last time and steps up to knock on the door before he can change his mind again. No going back now...]

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[carbungle]

[Noct pauses mid-sentence and glances over; sorry, Carbuncle, but he has enough sense not to ignore actual real live people in favour of talking to invisible friends.]

Hey Pyra. I'm fine, why? Something on my face?

[iustaegis]

[ .............In this moment, she wonders. Dark ether in her world has such connotations like curses attached to it. Is something happening here?

Except, she cannot see it. Out of all the times her vision must fail her, she wonders why-- ] You were talking...to yourself....

[ Her eyes flit to the shoulder she senses something upon it, then back to him. ]

[carbungle]

[She looks so concerned, he almost feels bad. Almost, so it doesn't stop him from grinning and glancing back at his shoulder.]

What do you think, say hi? She's a friend, so it's fine.

[There's a pause as he returns his gaze expectantly in her direction, resting his hands on his hips. After a couple of seconds there is a soft, animalistic squeaking noise, and suddenly her communicator buzzes with a distinct text notification.

If she checks, she's received something from an unknown contact: 👋🐺❤️ ]

1/?

[iustaegis]

[ Her eyes grow wide.

---What?! ]

[iustaegis]

[ Oh! A buzzing sound! She checks her communicator, and... yep. She sees the text. Wave, fox, heart....

She stares at his shoulder, then at him, then back at his shoulder, then at him.

....





"Friend," he had said. Friend, he had said with a smile.... ]

[iustaegis]

[ She gasps.

FRIEND!

He's called her a friend! ]

[iustaegis]

[ For all but a few moments, she looks utterly wrecked, distraught, and this can all be easily interpreted as her having more concern over what he's revealing to her about some spirit upon his shoulder. She hopes he interprets it this way.

Oh.....her goodness gracious, he's called her a friend. What does that mean? It means that she's grown to close, it means that he cares, and that's-- that's not good. That's really, terribly, awfully not good, and she-- ]

[iustaegis]

[ ...........She really, really, likes being called someone's friend. Oh no. Oh no, she's so touched, she's blushing. ]

done

[iustaegis]

[ But back to Noctis, suddenly, urgently, trying to distract herself: ]

I don't understand!

[ This friend part, and this-- whatever... is on his shoulder. ] What's on your shoulder?

[carbungle]

[That... sure was a reaction he just got there. And rather than respond to her directly Noctis looks back at his invisible buddy and stares.]

Wait what the hell did you just send her!?

[DID YOU JUST SEND A SERIES OF EGGPLANTS AND PEACHES, CARBIE, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK]

1/2

[iustaegis]

[ Ohhhhmergaaahhhhhhd she is d y i n g internally. ]

[iustaegis]

[ OKAY NO, okay, it's cool. Everything is just cool. She's okay now! ]

Er-- no, no! It's fine, it really is! [ She's insistent. ] I... just want to make sure you are. And...

....Who... is on your shoulder, Noct?

[carbungle]

[He is so terribly confused. But... okay? Fine? He quirks a brow and gives the thing at his shoulder a little scritch, as one might pet a cat under the chin.]

Its name is Carbuncle- my Messenger from the Astrals, sort of like Umbra and Pryna are for Luna. It usually doesn't let anyone else see it, though, sorry.

[iustaegis]

Carbuncle....

[ And a Messenger from the Astrals at that. She cannot help but wonder--

Ah, he's apologizing. She shakes her head; no need to apologize. She supposes it is a matter of trust that it allows others to see it in the first place. She does not have that trust. Her eyes linger upon Noctis' shoulder, and then realizing that the Carbuncle could have moved at any other point and she could be staring at literally nothing, she meets Noctis' gaze again. ]

...Has... it [ He? She? They? ] always been with you?

[carbungle]

Back home, yeah. Pretty much as far back as I can remember. [Since the attack, anyway, and it's not like his memories go much further than that.] But here, it just showed up at the temple a few days ago.

[He crouches down, stretching his arm out towards the pavement, receiving a soft squeak of gratitude. There's a moment of silence as Noct's eyes follow its path towards her, and then she ought to feel it- a careful rub of something around her ankles.]

[iustaegis]

[ --Oh! Oh, that... sort of tickles? There's a prickle of energy that comes with it. Divine, notably, but also very him. She looks down at her ankles, then back at him.

He had said Messenger-- ]

...Does it deliver messages of your gods to you, even now? [ In a different world? Speaking of gods--

Also, boy, here, take her hand. She's going to outstretch hers to him. If they can talk, they can honor these gods, too. ]

[carbungle]

...You know, I don't think I've ever actually gotten a message from the gods via Carbuncle? Not even at home. It's more of a guide, to keep an eye on me.

[He accepts her hand, though at the next yip and one more rub at her ankles he crouches again so the little fox can climb back up to its spot on his shoulders.]

[iustaegis]

[ Her brow knits, even he lowers to let the Carbuncle climb back up.

If it's a messenger of his gods that guides him, and his gods are all pulling him towards some supposed fate...

Good job, Carbie, keeping him in line? ] I suppose this means that... it cannot commune with the gods here. [ Hm. ]

[carbungle]

[Man wouldn't she like to hear about all the dumb fun shenanigans Carbuncle actually got Noct into. Almost like its priority is Noct's wellbeing rather than the Astral's plan.

He glances at his shoulder again, questioning, then shakes his head.]

Looks like not. It doesn't know anything about these gods.

[iustaegis]

[ Time to hire better messengers, Bahamut, ones without sentimentality or emotions—

Although disappointed by his answer, it doesn’t quite surprise her.

She adjusts her weight, looking to the side. ]

I have a secret I would like to share...

[carbungle]

[Nope, this is the one he gets.

He glances at her, his head tilting as he tries to decipher her expression.]

Sure, what's up?

[iustaegis]

[ Her expression is more cautious, and she leans in as she lowers her voice. ]

Ah— I’m sure we aren’t the first to have done this, but... Honerva, if you have met her, and I went to the barrier to investigate its energy.

[ In this, she will tell him how because she’d used a similar method with him: ] I lent her my power, as I did with you, and we... divined and confirmed a few things about it.

[ What, did you think she’d actually tell you a secret about herself— ]

[carbungle]

[His eyes widen. That's not the kind of secret he'd expected!]

Seriously? What'd you find out?

[iustaegis]

We discovered...

[ THIS, from the mods:

"This energy is indeed from the gods and there is a power imbalance in it. The imbalance reflects the current OOC power ratio with Rawna currently the strongest and Ohma the weakest (as of December 2019).

The energy in this world does not have an opposite, but instead relies on complements and balances. The energy generated by the opposite of positive physical contact (meaning negative ones) simply doesn't exist in Havenwell. All energy produced goes exclusively to the four gods of Havenwell. It doesn't have a physical direction it travels, however, but is absorbed by the gods wherever the contact occurs."

After telling him all of this, she brings her free hand to her hip. ]

So... even though there are four signatures to it, the barrier appears whole overall. It still remains stable and uniform, despite one situation being far greater than the rest.

[carbungle]

[That's... a lot. That's quite a lot. Certainly more than he'd heard before.]

I'm not gonna claim to be any kind of expert on shields, but... shouldn't an imbalance be bad? The wall around Insomnia had amplifiers set up around the city so it would be uniform, otherwise an attack in the wrong spot might bring the whole thing down. The barrier here's already broken once...