PROMPT II: Paint by Number [As much as Regis may wear and be please to see the color black in decorations and the like since it is the color of the Lucian royal family, he is much less pleased to see its lighter cousin taking over the city and its robotic natives. That dislike becomes sharp concern when he notices it's not just the natives who are being affected; it is those who have been pulled here as well, albeit more slowly.
There is a small part of him that wonders if he is being a pain as he asks the natives what can be done about this, especially since they don't seem completely sure themselves. Regis can't help but feel great relief when he stumbles across the answer quite accidentally and then makes himself a pain in a very different way. Namely, if you are looking a little grayer than usual, you are getting a hug or touch of some kind whether he knows you or not.
He's even more relieved when the fireworks platforms come out. Oh, he remembers those well! It doesn't take Regis long to stake out a claim on one, and once he has he has no qualms about leaning over the edge to try and coax people to join him.
During the time he's alone, he has to find someway to keep himself entertained, so dancing it is! Though, most of the dances he knows look quite odd without a partner. Someone should really help him fix that.]
PROMPT III: Sharing is Caring
[Regis has always had a love for learning. Even as a child, he wanted to know all he could find out about the different parts of Lucis. What did the people eat? Did they worship the Astrals too? As a surprise to him, not all people did! Some worshiped even older gods and some didn't worship gods at all. It was fascinating to him, but his father was much less happy about it. Despite his father's attempts, Regis' enthusiasm never faded, though, which means storytelling at Ohma's is a golden opportunity for him. Never mind the fact that he has plenty of stories of his own. After all, he took his own road trip, much like his son will in the future. It had a much more serious tone to it, but that didn't mean that fun things didn't happen from time to time, and he is very, very willing to share those fun stories.
Not all of his stories are fun, though. Honestly, he knows he needs to talk to someone about what happened right before he came here, but that is a burden he's not sure he can bring himself to dump upon any of those who are also from Eos. Cor certainly not. He has so many burdens on his shoulders already. But, if any event is going to give him a chance to do so, it would be this one, so it can't hurt to keep an eye out for a chance.
When he's not dozing off waiting for someone to join him that is.]
PROMPT IV: Sleep Sweet
[As happy and carefree as Regis tries to be on the outside, his dreams are far from happy most of the time. Oh sure, every so often a happy dream of reuniting with his wife and the friends he left back home slips in, but for the most part he is either so tired he doesn't remember his dreams or those dreams start as nightmares and just go downhill from there. The worst are the ones he can't wake up from because his body is just that drained of energy. Fortunately for him, those are usually gone by the time he does finally wake. The fear, dread, sense of lose and failure from the dreams all linger and he doesn't know why, though he can guess. Not that it helps those feelings go away.
When the dreams morph to start to include the vague figure with far too long arms reaching for him, Regis doesn't even realize something is odd at first. After all, he had been being stalked right before he was brought here and the few vague things he can make out about the figure before it vanishes fit the form of the one who was the hunter.
Adagium.
It's when the dreams shift to include a flash of red right before the too long fingers close around his throat that he jolts awake and cannot return to sleep. He does not want to doubt Ardyn or the chance he has given the redhead, but the dreams force doubt into his mind against his will and nothing he has tried pushes them away before the rays of the morning sun peek out from the horizon.
Well, he doesn't really need sleep now does he? It's fine. Except...well, except it's not and he is once more dozing off in weird places. Fireworks platforms. Ainea or even Ohma's temple in the middle of a story.
Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII OTA (Ainea)
[As much as Regis may wear and be please to see the color black in decorations and the like since it is the color of the Lucian royal family, he is much less pleased to see its lighter cousin taking over the city and its robotic natives. That dislike becomes sharp concern when he notices it's not just the natives who are being affected; it is those who have been pulled here as well, albeit more slowly.
There is a small part of him that wonders if he is being a pain as he asks the natives what can be done about this, especially since they don't seem completely sure themselves. Regis can't help but feel great relief when he stumbles across the answer quite accidentally and then makes himself a pain in a very different way. Namely, if you are looking a little grayer than usual, you are getting a hug or touch of some kind whether he knows you or not.
He's even more relieved when the fireworks platforms come out. Oh, he remembers those well! It doesn't take Regis long to stake out a claim on one, and once he has he has no qualms about leaning over the edge to try and coax people to join him.
During the time he's alone, he has to find someway to keep himself entertained, so dancing it is! Though, most of the dances he knows look quite odd without a partner. Someone should really help him fix that.]
PROMPT III: Sharing is Caring
[Regis has always had a love for learning. Even as a child, he wanted to know all he could find out about the different parts of Lucis. What did the people eat? Did they worship the Astrals too? As a surprise to him, not all people did! Some worshiped even older gods and some didn't worship gods at all. It was fascinating to him, but his father was much less happy about it. Despite his father's attempts, Regis' enthusiasm never faded, though, which means storytelling at Ohma's is a golden opportunity for him. Never mind the fact that he has plenty of stories of his own. After all, he took his own road trip, much like his son will in the future. It had a much more serious tone to it, but that didn't mean that fun things didn't happen from time to time, and he is very, very willing to share those fun stories.
Not all of his stories are fun, though. Honestly, he knows he needs to talk to someone about what happened right before he came here, but that is a burden he's not sure he can bring himself to dump upon any of those who are also from Eos. Cor certainly not. He has so many burdens on his shoulders already. But, if any event is going to give him a chance to do so, it would be this one, so it can't hurt to keep an eye out for a chance.
When he's not dozing off waiting for someone to join him that is.]
PROMPT IV: Sleep Sweet
[As happy and carefree as Regis tries to be on the outside, his dreams are far from happy most of the time. Oh sure, every so often a happy dream of reuniting with his wife and the friends he left back home slips in, but for the most part he is either so tired he doesn't remember his dreams or those dreams start as nightmares and just go downhill from there. The worst are the ones he can't wake up from because his body is just that drained of energy. Fortunately for him, those are usually gone by the time he does finally wake. The fear, dread, sense of lose and failure from the dreams all linger and he doesn't know why, though he can guess. Not that it helps those feelings go away.
When the dreams morph to start to include the vague figure with far too long arms reaching for him, Regis doesn't even realize something is odd at first. After all, he had been being stalked right before he was brought here and the few vague things he can make out about the figure before it vanishes fit the form of the one who was the hunter.
Adagium.
It's when the dreams shift to include a flash of red right before the too long fingers close around his throat that he jolts awake and cannot return to sleep. He does not want to doubt Ardyn or the chance he has given the redhead, but the dreams force doubt into his mind against his will and nothing he has tried pushes them away before the rays of the morning sun peek out from the horizon.
Well, he doesn't really need sleep now does he? It's fine. Except...well, except it's not and he is once more dozing off in weird places. Fireworks platforms. Ainea or even Ohma's temple in the middle of a story.
Oops.]