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[scourgingstars]

♥ Who: Ardyn + whoever
♥ Where: Various
♥ When: Throughout September
♥ What: Catchall
♥ Rating: T

[like it says, general catchall for the month of september as necessary! check over here for a general idea of what he gets up to on a normal day if that makes things easier. hit me up at lollichop if you need/want me to get something started, but generally have at it however you want.]

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training montage w/lup

[scourgingstars]

[This might have been the second or third dumbest idea he'd ever had. Fourth, maybe. Ardyn had lost count and wasn't sure where to rank some of them.]

[But all in all, he was less on edge than he thought he should have been. Maybe that was because Lup seemed next to entirely safe from anything disastrous that might happen--that being his primary concern with things like this, having it not be a problem was a significant weight off his shoulders.]

[Still, when they met up and began heading to the outskirts, Ardyn was leaning very slightly towards 'uneasy wreck'. (A vast improvement, for him.)]

There's, ah...something I might have forgotten to mention. A very minor thing, to be sure, but I would rather say it and not have you be alarmed somehow.

[necromanswers]

[In contrast to Ardyn and his nerves, Lup is the epitome of chill, her posture relaxed and her tone light. She's hoping that it does something to ease his concerns, even just a little; it isn't deceptive in any way, either. Until he gives her something to worry about, she has no intention of doing it.]

Sure, hit me. What's up?

[scourgingstars]

It's merely that, er... using powers like that, I tend to...look somewhat different, I think. I don't quite know if that's something I can control or not.

[Hell if he knew a thing about how any of this worked. Which was the point of the excursion to begin with.]

I just didn't want to startle you.

[necromanswers]

[Look different... she considers the comment for a moment, her head tilting at a thoughtful angle.]

...Would it reassure you any if I went lich mode, so we're on the same page? Because I don't mind if you don't.

[scourgingstars]

Oh--n-no, I wouldn't ask you to be uncomfortable solely on my account. I...it's just unpleasant, that's all.

8/29

[shroudedsecrets]

[ It's been a quieter day at Affurgato... which means if Ardyn has been visiting toward closing, not only will he have more than one cat lingering around him, he'll certainly find himself checked up on by the servers at some time or another.

This time it's Honerva, mostly there on the pretense of clearing any empty plates. ]

I hope it all has been to your satisfaction today.

[scourgingstars]

Always, of course.

[said the one who rarely ate much but always overpaid. Gods knew he wasn't doing anything else with most of his money.]

I'm sorry, am I in your way?

[shroudedsecrets]

Not at all.

[ She tilts her head as she considers him. ]

Which you well know, of course. We like to make certain the tables are cleared so the cats don't get any bright ideas about... attempting to climb to unoccupied plates. You are welcome to stay as long as you like.

[scourgingstars]

It never hurts to ask, just in case.

[the fluffy menaces hunger.]

But I do appreciate it. I find this place very comforting.

[shroudedsecrets]

I am glad it has that sort of effect for you. As much as it must be strange to simply find yourself drawn to a certain place.

[ The fluffy menaces will have to abate by their appointed meal times, that's the rules. ]

[the_tailor]

[Awkward encounters with Haggar--Honerva aside, Lance really does love going to Affurgato. The food's great, the drinks are refreshing, and the cats are adorable. He's been having fun playing with one adorable little tabby for the last 20 minutes, petting and cuddling her, before she starts ambling off.]

Nooooo, come back, cutie!

[He'd been on the floor with her, so proceeds to crawl after her. Crawl, crawl, until he bumps into who she'd ambled off to. Lance looks up, giving Ardyn a sheepish smile.]

Oh, 'sup, Ardyn?

[scourgingstars]

Oh, hello. [Finding his arms suddenly full of cat, he offered a small smile.] Lance, wasn't it? I'm afraid it looks like this one's escaped you for now.

[the_tailor]

[The smile turns into a pout, but he pushes himself to a seated position.]

Furry betrayal, that's what this is.

[scourgingstars]

How terrible. [Said while petting the terrible betrayer herself.] You must be heartbroken.

[the_tailor]

[Said betrayer just meows and purrs. Rude.]

Heart shattered. She must have had enough of me cause I probably still smell like space wolf...

:U

[astralera]

[ Hey Ardyn hope you like getting sneak attacked with an inflatable axe replica that squeaks obnoxiously when it hits something. ]

[scourgingstars]

[BONK.]

What th--Era? [excuse?] Wherever did you get that?

[astralera]

It's a replica of Ardbert's axe I got the other month.

[ She gives another playful hit. ]

Whilst mildly offensive it's also highly amusing.

[scourgingstars]

[squeak]

Well...that is a little funny.

[astralera]

Ardbert quite liked them. They're rather good for fights to the death.

[ Era tries to twirl it in her fingers like a baton but its light weight leaves it poorly balanced, resulting in her hitting herself soundly on her face instead. ]

Approx a week before Noctis' Birthday

[kingkingcxiii]

[With all the noise coming from the kitchen, it's honestly surprising that there is not the smell of burning food accompanying it. It seems like there should be. Perhaps, Ardyn has just stumbled upon this disaster before it has gotten that far?

Does he:

A.) Return to his room and hope the whole house doesn't burn down when the burning of food eventually happens?
B.) Try to help save the kitchen from whatever horror is being visited upon it?
C.) Try to help the fool who is attempting to do Astrals know what to the food in there?
D.) Grab his tablet and duck flying flour to record the whole mess as it goes down in real time?
E.) Active the secret Tonberry Weapon (TM) and allow IT to deal with whatever is going on in there? ]

[scourgingstars]

[Well, that was...alarming, at minimum. Ardyn, in the middle of catching Viridi on another dash for the silverware drawer, caught up with this terrible disaster before it set the house on fire.]

Ah...is everything quite alright?

[kingkingcxiii]

[Despite the haze of flour in the air--the explanation for that just MIGHT be the fact there is so much in Regis' hair that it makes a cloud around him each time he moves--nothing is on fire yet, though it looks to be a near thing. The glare he has fixed on his tablet is almost enough to make anything burst into flame, no magic required!]

How did he make it look so easy?

[scourgingstars]

Oh...good heavens.

[Ardyn did try not to laugh, setting Viridi on the floor and brushing off some of the flour when he approached.]

Would you like some help?

[kingkingcxiii]

[The annoyance on Regis' face slowly becomes something closer to a pout as he considers Ardyn's offer. He'd wanted to do this alone for Noctis, but he also knows a losing battle when he sees it.]

Ignis didn't happen to tell you the magic trick he had for making those tarts Noctis likes so well, did he? My son's birthday is coming up soon and since Ignis isn't here anymore, I thought I would try to make them so Noctis can at least have a little something tied to his friend there.