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lucian royalty takin over here

♥ 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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[He pauses, glancing over to give her a studying look. She's as hard to read as ever, but... he's curious. More and more curious, every time.]

...No, I'm not. Someone's always been watching over me. [He gives Carbuncle another stroke across its fur, his expression grateful, nostalgic. Even in his darkest moments, in the dead of night or his darkest dreams, he's never been alone.] And I know I'm lucky for it.

[ She brings her hand to her lips, chuckling softly. ]

Even as an infant I take it? I’m envious! It’d have gotten to pinch a little prince’s cheeks back then....

[ She doesn’t know if this had actually occurred, but the image is delightful enough. ]

[He scoffs, embarrassed, and lifts a hand to scratch at his cheek.]

Yeah right... not that I'd have known it that far back. First time I remember us meeting is when I was eight. It said it knew all about me already, though, so it must've been watching before then.

[Maybe there was cheek-pinching. Carbuncle certainly isn't telling.]

[ Eight. Wow. Already on the path all the way back then...

But wait. ] You... had others, correct? Besides Carbuncle where you were young...?

[ She asks this only because Carbuncle is invisible, and that... would be worrisome to anyone else watching him apparently talk to himself. She had certainly been worried when she first saw him this day, chatting to himself! ]

Oh, yeah. I had Ignis with me, too.

[Two whole friends! That's so many!!]

And my dad was around when he was free.

[ Ignis, who is also part of his extended “family”, his Messenger, and then his father. YEP, THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE TO HAVE, IN PYRA’S UNIRONIC OPINION. Still, it doesn’t sound as if he had the most social of childhoods...

And although curious (for she had never hand a childhood herself, and the two children with whom she traveled centuries ago did not have anything remotely of a childhood either), she will not impose.... it seems like this is a sensitive subject. ]

If... your childhood is something you’d be willing to share more about, I will listen.

[ And just in case it isn’t, she’ll offer an out by way of playfulness: Pyra lifts her hand up to poke at his cheek. ]

You never grew out of these, after all.

Grew out of… my cheeks?

[what the heck does that even mean, Pyra. Carbuncle yips at his shoulder, sending along a message-

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...Who's side are you on.

[He gives the little Messenger a gentle shove, and shakes his head.]

Anyway, it isn't that interesting. [Carbuncle makes a noise that could either be a scoff or a sneeze, and Noct frowns at it.] I spent most of my time in the Citadel, with Ignis or my tutor, or training with Gladio, when I wasn't in school. Most of what I remember is just that- I only went outside the city walls once, to see Luna in Tenebrae.

Only once?

[ —before those walls fell, she presumes. But that sounds excessively sheltered. She had expected that even as a child he’d be traveling as prince.... Unless this conflict with the empire he mentioned before made it excessively dangerous. ] Er. That is— sorry, that was insensitive. [ She shakes her head. ]

It... seems like your father wished to keep you especially safe.

Not just me. It isn't that strange for a citizen of Insomnia, actually. Even my Dad barely left while I was growing up- it was safer for everyone if he was near the Crystal, to keep the wall up. And most of the time daemons and Niflheim couldn't get into the walls, so it was safer to stay inside.

[Most… did they ever figure out how Marilith got in? It's too bad his father is still so young, or he'd ask. Maybe Cor would know.]

He was pretty overprotective, but I can't blame him. There was the Chosen stuff, and...

[He shrugs, glancing away. She'd seen the scars, she'd felt that lingering scourge mark in his soul. There were reasons to keep a child protected from the dark.]

...Yet you... wanted to go and see the outside world in some way, didn't you? To see Luna, too. [ She smiles softly.

Leaving his city is what it sounds like he had eventually gotten to do from her impression, but that must have come after the fall of the wall. However, knowing that he had been kept inside those walls for his protection doesn't seem to quite ease the concept of being caged. Loneliness comes with it. It is another form of sacrifice; he, his father cannot have both freedom and safety all while ensuring the lives of their citizens.

She wonders if the way he smiled inside those walls had been any different from thew way he does now. She wouldn't dare suggest hat she would have been so very happy to be friends with him back then, or to know him. That's far too presumptuous. She keeps the subject away from herself. ] Whatever heartache you felt back then... I am sorry you had to endure. Ignis, Gladio... I hope they made you smile then, too.

I wanted to, sure. But I knew I wasn't strong enough. I had a lot of work to do before I could leave home.

[Especially since he'd been shoved right back to the starting line. Getting out of Insomnia and meeting Luna had been a taste of what the outside world was like, and it was... incredible, breathtaking. But terrifying, too. He'd seen daemons, he'd faced the war, and barely survived either. It's only thanks to his father that he's alive at all, and thanks to the Oracle's gifts that he's awake and walking.

Making some attempt at acting like a proper prince had been the least he could do as thanks for that, even if he had his own forms of harmless rebellion.]

It wasn't so bad. I found plenty of ways to have fun, and to get into trouble, too. I bet they'd have liked it if I made them smile more instead of dragging them into it with me.

[Especially Ignis. Poor, poor Ignis.]

[ They'd have liked it if he didn't drag them into trouble? She doubts this is still the case; she imagines that years later those memories of him would be quite fond.

But just in case, she gives him a nudge. ] Trouble, mm?

[ What kind of princely trouble within the walls are we talking about here/ Playing too many video games? Sneaking outside the Citadel? SCANDALS?! ]

[She's pretty close, but he only smiles secretively.]

Just a bit of trouble. But you didn't hear it from me.

[He's full of shit and they both ought to know it.]

[ That shit-eating grin tho. It only makes her eyes turn alight with curiosity. ]

So only mischievous trouble, not notorious?

...Both? Mostly the former. It was harmless in my opinion, but it sure got the Citadel kicking up a fuss when I snuck outside. You'd think they would learn that if they let me out once in a while I wouldn't have to.

[Though he now has reason enough to suspect that his dad let him think he was getting away with a lot more than he actually was.]

[ She only laughs. Okay, she’s convinced that he had at least some fun in his youth, and look at all those friends he (still) has!

Her free hand goes to her chest. ]

If... nothing else, the people of your kingdom were very fortunate to have that chance to interact with their prince. [ Softly, ] I know I would be. [ Rather, she feels she is lucky to know him at all. ]

[He smiles idly at that.]

Hope so. It'd be nice if I at least left a lasting impression on them.

[Especially considering his father sent him away to save him and abandoned them all to the Imperials; he's hoping his past contributions offsets that at least a little bit when he actually gets around to doing the whole king thing for real.]

So what about you? All I know about your world is that you've got a robo-dragon.

[He's half-expecting more evasion, but he's testing a little, too. Maybe like with the dragon talk, she'll be more willing to open up if it's less specifically about her.]

[ Her lips part, then close as she watches him a moment long. He asks about her world, but what about it? If there are Messengers like his on her world? Or that if she got into some trouble herself?

There are a number of people who have spoken of their worlds-- and the worlds they used to be in before coming here. Why be curious of hers, when there are so many others.

She speaks. ] I... suppose you could say that Ophion is similar to a Messenger, if you are asking about that...? [ A divine robot dragon, who the fuck knew. ]

[Silly Pyra. It's almost like other people find different worlds as interesting as she does.]

Is Ophion linked to a god of your world?

[He hadn't meant Ophion specifically, but anything's good in his mind. He knows little enough that most any detail she could provide would be new.]

Mm.

[ Technically truth, being an extension of herself, it's an extension of... ]

The only god of our world.

[ Like pulling teeth-- okay, no, she'll talk a little bit more, her smile more neutral. ]

Although, Ophion isn't as friendly as yours, and it does not deliver any messages. Or if it does, it'd be a warning of some kind.

That makes sense. You did say it was pretty dangerous.

[All that size and power... what a battle it would be, against something like that. Similar to Leviathan, maybe? Though that's a fight he can only envision too- one that still awaits him in the future, rather than one he'd know.]

Mm-hm, not at fluffy as your Carbuncle.

[ Any other questions, not specific to Ophion? ]

You'd have a hard time finding anything that fluffy.

[Carbuncle yips approvingly. And he has so many questions! Where does he even start.]

I don't think I even know what your world's called. Does it have a name?

[ Hggggrrr.... ]

Er, are you.... asking because you are... actually [ She appears to be struggling with this. ] ...interested in my world....?

[His expression shifts, looking confused now.]

Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

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