The atmosphere has been tense in both cities ever since the new batch of refugees were shot down out of the sky. Natives and refugees alike will note that things are steadily growing worse and worse... until suddenly, the tension snaps. Chaos erupts on one seemingly ordinary night and will continue until early March, when it all comes to a head. The question is, as always... what will you do?
You may submit an AC-eligible thread set in either Olympia or Wyver for 1 OLYMPIA REP POINT OR 1 WYVER REP POINT respectively, HERE or HERE, so long as the thread involves your character complying with their faction of choice's goals and responsibilities.
As a note, faction compliance in this case refers to actions that benefit the faction in the long term. Meaning that while citizens might be revolting against one another temporarily, assisting their fellow people and business will be considered as faction compliance for the purposes of submitting REP. (For example, raiding the palace in Olympia would earn 1 Wyver REP, whereas helping put out the fires in the palace would earn 1 Olympia REP.)
You may write threads and prompts in both cities, but ICly, they should take place on different days.
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CHAOS ERUPTS. The city hasn't been exactly peaceful for some time — discontented grumbles have been directed at anyone who exhibits even the slightest amount of pro-Wyver (anti-Olympian) sentiment — but now, the tensions have not simply worsened: they've outright snapped.
It wouldn't be unusual to start your day to the sound of breaking glass. Perhaps it's a neighbor's window, or if you're truly unlucky, it's your own. Regardless, it's clear that there are a number of people who decide that violence is the answer. Well-armed shops such as The Sharper are left alone, but The Silk Wyrms, The Wyvernest, and other smaller businesses aren't so lucky. Visit the tailor, and you'll find that someone has broken in and slashed many of the in-progress custom orders; at the dragon cafe, someone has set many of the miniature dragons loose in a bid to purge the city of anything tainted by Wyver's influence. Many shopkeeps are fearful that the culprits might return. They're offering good silver for anyone who will retrieve stolen goods, round up the missing dragons, or find proof of who the culprits were — and for protection in case the culprits return. Linger, and you'll be in a position to potentially stop a repeat attack when the rioters come back with torches and bricks.
Members of the Royal Guard have their hands full with the fights breaking out to attend to every instance of violence against the businesses. Shouting in the squares escalates into bloody brawls — and if you spend any time outside, you'll soon see why. There's a strange mist in the most populated parts of the city, which you may recognize as having similar effects to the waters of Flona Cove that lower one's inhibitions. It spurs those who would usually agree to disagree into shouting matches, and influences people who would normally shout into throwing punches. Members of the Guard, usually a mediating force, are joining the fray themselves.
Even you aren't immune to the mist's effects. Whether you're protecting your home or place of employment, chasing down vandals, rounding up escaped dragons from the dragon cafes, or even just observing what's going on with someone else, you're likely doing it much more aggressively than you typically would... but then, this level of aggression seems to be becoming Olympia's new normal.
SINNERS TO PLAY AS SAINTS. The theaters are miraculously untouched, but The Life and Death of Nithor the Exalted is no longer being put on. Instead, passers-by are being pulled onstage to play out other scenes from Olympia's glorious history. Those who don't want to play along don't have much of a choice; those orchestrating the scenes have people out in the crowds to bring people up by force if necessary.
The base scenario is simple enough: the noble Olympian puts the pathetic Wyvern in their place. Perhaps it's a fight scene: the Olympian comes out on top, of course, and the crowd roars for blood. Wyver weapons are only props, however, but the Olympian weapons? They're very, very real. Or perhaps it's a callback to when the Olympian people marked captured Wyverns with brands to assert their dominance — there is real fire, and real brands, on stage.
If you pass as Olympian, you may be pressed to perform. If you don't want to really hurt someone, you'd best learn how to fake it — refuse to play your part, and the crowd will very quickly turn against you. If you're too obviously not Olympian, or if they recognize you as someone who went off-script last time (and they have very good memory), you'll likely be pressed into the role of an unfortunate Wyvern. Hopefully your co-star is gentle...
Break a leg. Literally, as the case may be.
CRITICAL CONDITION. With all the chaos, it's only a matter of time before people start to seek medical attention. However, along the way to The Sanctuary, they'll be faced with an almost insurmountable barricade. It isn't immediately obvious who put it up, but it's clear that nobody will be getting through it without significant effort.
Approach, and a voice will ring out warning you to keep back. It's one of the employees at the clinic; she has a crossbow in her shaking hands, and if pressed, she'll admit that they put up the barricade to keep out rioters. She understands that there are people who need their help, but the decision was made to keep themselves and their supplies safe so that when the dust settles, they can set out en masse and help more people than they could if they were raided.
If you're accompanied by someone with grievous injuries, or if you're terribly injured yourself, you may be able to convince her to let you in for a quick patch-up, but they're not giving any medicines out. If you need more supplies, you'll have to figure out another way of getting it — either by overpowering the woman on watch and raiding the clinic yourself, or distracting her so that other members of your group can sneak in and take what they need.
Making matters worse is the gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds in Murkwell Hollow... and much meaner. This beast doesn't wait for eye contact before it attacks: it swoops down out of the sky when people are gathered at the barricade, snatching up anyone it can grab in its talons, fixing on whoever's closest. However, if someone who killed a vulture is present, it pursues them with relentless determination. If not dealt with, it will attempt to eat the dead and the injured without discrimination. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (except fire, which doesn't affect it), and the terrain to your advantage. It will retreat before it can be killed, presumably so that it can regroup and harry the next batch of people to get close to the barricade.
As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Institute for study for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.
PALACE BURNS. Chaos reigns for the better part of a week, and toward the end, it escalates past the point of rioting in the streets — the violence reaches Empress Simwe's palace. In the gardens where Olympians and refugees alike had lit lanterns in unity and remembrance mere weeks before, one careless (or perhaps not so careless) flame catches, spreading to the rest of the grounds and to one of the palace walls. The members of the Royal Guard, already stretched thin, are too preoccupied with trying to contain the blaze to stop anyone from pouring in through the breach.
It's an opportunity that looters and dissidents do not pass up.
Follow them in, and you'll find the elegant surroundings being torn apart. Many of the rioters are those who have it out for Simwe and are hunting for her. As she's nowhere to be found, they settle for the next best thing: setting torch to her portraits. Portraits of the late emperor, on the other hand, are left untouched. The vandals are incredibly vocal in their displeasure with Simwe's policies, and almost fanatical in their opinion that life in Olympia would be much better if Simwe had perished in her husband's place. They turn to violence when the frightened maids and other servants don't have the answers they want as they leave a trail of fire in their wake. Will you use them as a smokescreen for your own venture, or will you intervene?
Further inside, the sticky-fingered will find furnishings, clothing, jewelry — anything that isn't bolted down is fair game. In the library, the gilded titles of priceless books glitter on the shelves; in the wine cellar, Simwe's personal collection of extremely fine vintages waits to be sampled; a mirrored room furnished entirely with pillows is draped in lacy underthings; fragrant salts and bottles of perfume sit in a steam-filled bathing room; in the treasury, looters are hard at work squirrelling away silver and carrying off golden baubles. Nobody looks too closely at anyone's face unless given a reason to, but in the morning, heads will certainly roll. You could make off with your own treasure from the palace with none the wiser, or you could stop one of the looters — maybe it's even a fellow refugee — and turn them in to the guard to help restore some order to this night of chaos.
In the depths of the treasury, there is a group trying to get past a sealed door. They're an unpleasant, volatile lot, and they make a lot of noise about how if they can just get their hands on the heart of the legendary dragon, they'll be able to wipe Wyver from the map once and for all and put someone competent on the throne. After multiple failed attempts, they start offering a reward of 50 silver to anyone who makes an attempt at opening the door.
ABOUT THE DOOR: The inner treasury door is enchanted to stand up to all manner of assaults, both magical and physical. Any attempts to dispel the enchantment will fail, but characters are welcome to make attempts in exchange for cash. While minor force will be harmlessly absorbed by the shields on the door, anything of great strength will be reflected back at its point of origin — so be ready to dodge!
Whether you help the Guard put out the fire, steal from the palace, try and get past the enchanted door, or make attempts to stop the looters, your actions may have consequences later. Please report any significant actions you take here.
NOTE: Characters are welcome to steal a single minor, setting-appropriate item from the palace. Mod approval is not required. Any items of greater import in the palace are locked in a vault and inaccessible.
BLOOD ON MY HANDS LIKE THE BLOOD IN YOU
FOR GLORY. Meanwhile, in Wyver, the holiday celebrating Nithor's death may have finished, but the spirit is still high. The citizens, eagerly awaiting the results of the contest from earlier in the month, congregate at a large stadium in the East End on the morning of the 21st and encourage refugees to join them — not only will the contest winner be announced, but there will be a series of physical trials to select Wyver's best and brightest.
This yearly event is considered the true end to the holiday. They honor those who excel at the arts — whether they be standard arts or the art of combat — and with these trials, they will honor those who excel on the battlefield. King Shanrian himself speaks to kick off the festivities, holding a distinctly human skull in his hands the entire time he's in view.
 Everyone, join me in praising the winners of our citywide contest! I was, heh... quite delighted with the meat jelly dish submitted by citizens Clair and Frederick. Such creativity! Meanwhile, dear Shenya loved hearing the beautiful music provided by Diva and Tani Umenosuke. And as you all well know, his vote is my vote.
Now I speak to you on a more serious note: I encourage all of you to join the legacy of those who helped bring down the mad and oppressive Nithor. I ask you all to join the trials. Show the world that we are a people of honor. For we do not seek glory, but fairness, liberty, and truth. Citizens, do you have what it takes to represent your home?
Signing up is simple. Interested parties are to submit their name at the registration desk, and by high noon, the festivities will kick off in full.
First up is a tournament — to thin the numbers down and ensure that only the best of the best make it to the end, participants are matched to a fight until one side is incapacitated. The air is thick with excitement, and bouts continue all day and through the night. Vendors have set up temporary stalls to sell food, toiletries, pillows, and blankets for those who don't wish to miss even a moment of the action.
If you're participating, you will take part in three fights before the finalists are determined; if you are not, you will be free to watch from the audience or, if you're acquainted with people who are fighting, to go behind the scenes to assist them by bringing them water or medicine between matches or even just give them moral support. Either way, you'll notice a slight shift in the air as time goes by.
Midway through the preliminary matches, the atmosphere changes from enthusiastic to outright bloodthirsty. Observers who were content to see a knock out will call for blood. People will start to clamor for the losers to lose their lives, and audience members will find themselves itching for a fight. One wrong look and the fighting might not just be constrained to the ring.
Make it through to the finals, and your trial will be more focused on teamwork: after all, the assassins who took down Nithor had to work together to get their job done. Finalists are paired off to face a variety of beasts, some from Wyver, some from Olympia, and some from other, far-flung parts of the isles. There is no set number of winners — anyone who performs well will be honored with a prize of silver at the end — but the beasts are ferocious, and it will take coordination and exceptional skill to make it out unscathed.
Either way, it's sure to be a spectacle.
HEARTY DIETS. The city's atmosphere does not become peaceful with the conclusion of the trials. Wherever you turn, the people around you seem to be more combative than usual - and in this city, that can be quite the feat.
To mark the end of another successful set of trials, the shamans of the Altar of Volkkra make dragon's blood, which they partake in for one of their rituals, more widely available to the public. Most drink it straight, although there are some who take it mixed in with other drinks. Either way, the effects are the same:
Drinking dragon's blood will feel like drinking liquid fire. It will burn the entirety of its way down and leave you with a presence in your chest that you will carry with you for three days before wearing off. It is a warmth that seems to imbue you with the strength and confidence of the dead dragon. The adrenaline will minimize any great pains, and you will have the sense that the path you choose is right.
Unfortunately, there is a downside. The dragon blood will keep you restless until the effects wear off. Confidence will turn into mindless arrogance. If you and your companion both drink the blood, you will butt heads because you will believe the other is wrong. Additionally, you may experience the need to hoard. The shamans say it is a trial you must endure to learn not to overindulge, but to someone who has never drank before, the feeling will be overwhelming.
Dragon's blood isn't the only variety to partake in. This time of year, the blood of a variety of monsters can be found to drink; it's said that consuming a creature's blood will imbue you with that creature's power. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen — some insist it's a rumor, while others swear its veracity — but fueled by the confidence the dragon's blood has drawn out of them, the natives are very insistent that you try it out, and some may even challenge you to a blood-drinking contest.
There are some who say that they've managed to procure the blood of Olympians, and that ingesting it will sap the strength of the Olympian people and bestow it upon Wyver instead. Some Wyvern natives aren't willing to allow the blood of their most hated enemies past their lips and would instead use Olympian blood to paint out scenes of their destruction, either on the walls like the murals or on charms from the Altar of Volkkra, as it is said to have the same effect. If you're offered some of this "paint," it's probably better to accept. After all, refusal would be very un-Wyvernlike, and you wouldn't want to be marked as the next target for someone hoping to procure Olympian blood, would you?
FANNING FLAMES. Since the trials, natives have lit bonfires throughout the city as a way of showing support for their favorite contenders; the belief is that as long as the flames continue to be fed, the contender will continue to fight well. Even now that the trials are over, the flames burn bright. These contenders are Wyver's hope of victory over Olympia, after all; isn't it better to keep the fires ablaze until they've brought the Olympians to their knees?
But it isn't just wood that they're using for kindling. This time they want a more personal offering. Many of the natives will shed their own blood to throw into the fire, and still more roam the streets in search of people to feed to the flames. You might find yourself one of their targets if you've been too noticeably traveling between the cities on a regular basis, or if you've made the mistake of donning the Olympian colors of white and gold even in a subtle way. Perhaps you come off as a loyal citizen of Wyver, and they've tapped you to assist them with feeding a person to the flames — If you refuse, you might face scrutiny yourself.
Chaos is on the rise. It's a bastardization of celebration that has long since gotten out of hand, although few seem inclined to try and contain it. Those who do are mainly shouted down or silenced by other means, and if you're looking to assist them in quelling the unrest, you'll have to be subtle lest you wind up facing the citizens' ire.
Luckily, there is something to provide a distraction: a gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds from Murkwell Hollow, has come to hunt . When it descends, it makes to grab anyone with its talons, with one exception — if anyone who killed a vulture in Murkwell is nearby, it will ignore the others and focus its attempts on tearing them apart with a relentless, single-minded determination. If not driven off, the dead and the injured will become its next meal, and it has no qualms about diving into the flames to snatch up bodies, as it's unharmed by fire. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (other than fire), and the terrain to your advantage, but will retreat before it can be killed so that it can regroup and make another attempt at snatching up bodies later.
As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Altar of Volkkra for experimentation for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.
BEASTLY EXHIBITS.The shamans of Volkkra, perhaps under the influence of dragon's blood, have their own way of dealing with the unrest. Throughout the week, those protesting the chaos start to vanish, and either from rumors or direct observation it will soon become obvious why: they're being brought to the main Altar of Volkkra, all the way up on Namarak Summit. If you have been attempting to calm people down, you might just find yourselves taken; otherwise, you can tail the shamans to the summit to find what's going on for yourself.
Those taken to the main altar are blindfolded and thrust into the labyrinthine halls without a flame to guide their way. Shamans guard the entrances and exits; inside, all light but that of the Eternal Flame have been extinguished. Other shamans, who take part in the rumored experiments, roam the halls with wicked-looking knives in search of new test subjects. If they come across you, you'll need to either fight or run.
It is possible to escape this, either by overpowering them or by using your wits. It's even possible to find your way to the entrance and fight your way past the shamans guarding it — but the when the first person sets foot out of the halls, the shamans call for backup. Menacing shrieks and roars sound from inside the mazelike halls, and strange, mishmashed creatures emerge from the darkness.
They're angry, and they're willing to lash out at both refugee and shaman alike.
ABOUT THE MONSTERS: They are amalgamations of people and creatures from all over the isles, and each one is different. One might have the head of a Duldrum, the torso and arms of a man, and the lower half of a Glowing Snake; another might look like a Wispurr with a second head of an Unlucky Cat grafted onto it, and the abilities to match. The shamans seem to have been mixing and matching the features and abilities of both named and unnamed creatures as they see fit, and they've whipped them up into a frenzy — these chimeras crave blood, and will not stop until their targets are dead, or they are.
They can be killed with medium difficulty using your own weapons, supplies from the Altar, and any abilities you might possess; survive, and the shamans will let you go with 200 silver as compensation, having decided that you've proven your worth and that your strength may be an asset to Wyver in the future. If your character successfully kills a chimera, please report it here.
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So he gasps a bit in pain, his face contorting from how hard he's trying to bear it. But despite this, he still can't get the monster out of his head. No matter how distracting the pain and the loss of mobility in his arm might be.
He's quick to answer Prompto, nodding his head a bit. ] A-Aye.
[ His ears are ringing from everything that just happened, but he hears him, it's fine. And there's a loud chorus of hissing from behind them, the monster flailing a bit from it being unable to right itself again onto its remaining leg.
So Alphinaud tries to position himself to look back (er, above, from his angle) to see what it's doing. He's mostly concerned it'll attack Prompto next and then they'll really be in trouble. At this point, he needs Prompto to take it out. ]
Th-The creature —
[ Oops, searing pain time as he grabs his arm with his still-working one. ]
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He breathes out sharply, harshly. ]
O-on it.
[ Pushing himself unsteadily to his knees, Prompto summons not one of his guns, but a sword into his hand. He doesn't use it in battle often, still rather unpracticed at it, but in this situation, it will get the job done quickly.
With one more look down at Alphinaud, Prompto steps forward to where the beast struggles to right itself. Without a second of hesitation, Prompto slashes out with the blade, relieving the creature of all three of its snake heads in one quick stroke. The rest of its body falls limp to the floor, and loud thunk echoing down the corridor. ]
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And he breathes in harshly as he deals with the intense pain in his right arm, squeezing it with his left hand in some attempt to make it go away — but no matter what, it won't let up, and normal feeling won't return to the bitten arm. G-Great.
He works on getting up onto his elbows, but seeing as only one arm is working properly, the other remains limp as he leans on one of them, turning his head back to look at the creature. ]
'Tis done ...
[ If only he had the energy to commend Prompto's fighting!! Because he would like to ... His fighting style is interesting and new to him.
But instead he only hangs his head after that, breathing heavily and strained with every shot of pain. ]
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There's nothing Prompto can do for him here, unless Alphinaud knows what to do and can tell him through his pain. Barring that: ]
I'm gonna get you out of here. [ He tries to force his voice to sound less exasperated than he feels. It'a a vain attempt. ] C-can you - just - stay with me.
[ He moves to scoop Alphinaud up into his arms. Sorry, bro. At least he's pretty used to carrying someone his size these days... ]
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He just gives a nod when he tells him to stay with him, not having the energy to really tell him "I have no choice anyway, dude". Not that he would want to not stay with him. He still trusts Prompto thoroughly and is at least glad he's with him rather than alone right now.
That whole mind-of-its-own thing that the venom from the snake causes is starting to take effect in his arm, though, and while he's still holding where the bite was, his bitten arm moves up into the air a little to ... grasp at nothing. Well this is fun.
He opens an eye to peer at it, some small bit of alarm on his face. ]
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It's not enough to break him out of his light jog, though. He tries to keep the same strategy they had before, to stay close to one wall and follow it out, but it's a bit harder now that he can't actually touch the wall. In the darkness, he could miss a pivotal hallway and turn them around completely.
Please let the exit be close... ]
Y-you tryin' to catch somethin' there, buddy?
[ Put your injured arm down please??? ]
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Alphinaud does his best to fight through the pain to squeeze the injury on his arm harder, though it doesn't do anything to affect his arm's movement. And he feels he should probably say something, considering Prompto has clearly noticed the problem. ]
'Tis not of mine ... own volition.
[ This sure is ... a fun time. He's hoping to the gods that Prompto can get them out of here, soon, too. He's not really aware enough to be able to focus his eyes in this darkness and see if Prompto's following the walls correctly, but all he can do is trust him, and trust him he shall. ]
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...I mean, it's been serious the whole time, but it's only getting more serious. Hopefully later they can all look back at this and laugh. "Hey, Alphinaud, remember that time your arm had a mind of it's own? Good times, good times." ]
Hope your arm doesn't decide it wants to sock me in the face! [ It's a joke! And a coping mechanism. ] C'mon, c'mon, work with me here, maze -
[ And the maze does, in fact, work with them. The hallway begins to lighten, and Prompto hurries towards it, charging full steam ahead and breezing right past a stunned shaman whom he knocks to the floor with his shoulder. ]
You guys seriously gotta work on your hospitality! [ He shouts over his shoulder before peeling out of the hallway and towards the entrance of the temple. Almost home free... ]
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The sudden jerk from Prompto knocking that shaman over does not sit particularly well with Alphinaud's newly-sentient arm though, and, well ... it tries to make things hard. By promptly shoving itself in Prompto's face, fingers spread, like it's trying to grab it. Maybe he shouldn't have provoked it by telling it he hopes it doesn't sock him!
Alphinaud just gasps in alarm at that because he is not letting it ruin their chances of getting out of here. And thus he fights the pain, grunting, to try and pull it off Prompto's face. Not working out too well though. While he's being affected by the pain, that arm is acting like it's totally healthy. Dammit, dude. ]
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Instead, Prompto just makes a noise like a sneeze getting caught in his throat, his feet stumbling in abject surprise. However, he manages to stay upright, even if might not be such a bad thing to get Alphinaud out of his arms just then. He can't be sure they aren't being followed and he doesn't want to take any chances.
As he peers around Alphinaud's fingers, breathing hard against his hand and still running despite everything, they fly out the temple doors and down the long, winding path that leads to it. ]
Uhh - I'm really, really sorry about this!
[ Prompto manages, muffled behind Alphinaud's hand. It's not exactly clear what he's apologizing for until Prompto abruptly swings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, tearing Alphinaud's hand away from his face. ]
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He lets out a small ack— when he's swung over his shoulder like that. He's so caught off-guard by it and it's not like it's comfortable to be so unceremoniously swung over someone's shoulder like that. Nor is it comfortable to be held like that in general. Especially when you're already in pain.
So please excuse him as he reflexively uses his good arm to grab at Prompto's shirt from behind, because it's a little frightening being held like this and he needs the extra security. Please, please don't drop him.
And between his panting and his grunts of pain: ] 'Tis — 'Tis fine. We can scare afford to ... be slowed down.
[ His bad arm is just going to ... randomly pat at Prompto's back. He's deterred it, for now. ]
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Sorry! I'm sorry! Sooooo sorry -
[ No, it's not really fine, but at least they're making progress undeterred now. And the random back pats are...nice? Much better than face-grabbing. It might not be particularly comfortable for either of them but as long as Alphinaud's rogue arm doesn't try to pants him or something, they might just make it home.
And one nice thing about not living in the city proper is they don't have as far to go. It's not long until their tiny home starts to come into view, and not a moment too soon. Prompto is nearly winded. He hasn't run this long or hard for quite some time. ]
Nearly there! Hangin' in there, buddy? Aside from - y'know - literally!
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D-Decently enough —
[ Oh, here comes another shot of pain in his arm, and he gasps a bit as he uses his free arm to stop holding on to Prompto's shirt and instead hold his arm, out of instinct. This sucks. He hopes they can properly rest soon, ugh. ]
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He reaches the front door of the house and flings it open wide, calling out for Alisaie as soon as they are inside. ]
Alisaie! Olly-olly-oxenfree! We need you!
[ Meanwhile, he sets Alphinaud down on the couch, much more gingerly than he had when he'd been carrying him potato sack-style on his back. ]
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and then the door slams open, fracturing her idyllic peace in one fell swoop.
peo scrambles to his feet, woken from his nap, and the both of them hurry out of the study to find.. what? ]
What's going on?
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And despite Prompto being far more capable of explaining the situation, Alphinaud attempts to speak anyway. Because he's incapable of not speaking, honestly. ]
W-We were attac—
[ Hold that thought, buddy, your now-sentient hand is going to go ahead and silence you by putting itself over your mouth. How. Dare.
Taking away the most precious thing in the world to him, his words!!!! ]
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Or attempts to, anyway. ]
H-he got bit. By this glowy snake! Or - half of one - never mind! Not important. I-I-I - [ He lifts his hands to his hair, running his fingers through it. ] I brought him here as soon as I could, Alisaie, I -
[ He cuts himself short of apologizing, because what else could he have done? All that matters now is doing what can be done for Alphinaud's arm. ]
I'll - get some ice.
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for a moment alisaie looks horrified, and then she sighs in that heavy, weary sort of way, leveling both of them with a heavy stare. ]
He has been envenomated, and you brought him here? You realize that venom generally requires a specific antidote, which I do not have a handy stockpile of. Next time, you may want to consider taking yourselves to legitimate healers.
[ she's so unimpressed. but nevertheless, she moves to the little closet where they keep their towels and first aid nonsense. ]
Thankfully, I know what this is, and it is not deadly, though we will need to splint it, to keep it still. Though it might be entertaining to leave it on its own..
[ i mean, it's pretty funny. ]
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Though he is not a huge fan of Alisaie's suggestion to leave his arm on its own. Does she not see that it's taking away his greatest joy??? (That's probably specifically why she wants to leave it that way.) And he looks at Alisaie in shock, and then childish desperation. You can't do this to your brother, don't let her do this, Prompto. :(
He'll try to protest it but there's not much other than muffled sounds here ... Please do the splint thing and keep it still. It's hard enough dealing with the pain alone. ]
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Still, he stands there a bit skittish, drumming his fingers as if he wants to help but isn't quite sure what to do. This is way out of his wheelhouse. All he knows are magic potions and they don't have any of those to use here. So...instead, he'll try to explain. Maybe ease some of Alisaie's ire by informing her that they were, you know, kind of kidnapped by fanatic priests and put in a maze with bloodthirsty chimeras. They weren't just out for a nice walk when Alphinaud got bit by a snake. ]
I, uh, think he's probably been through enough tonight. [ A beat. ] Wh-what do you need me to do?
[ GIVE HIM A TASK, PLEASE ]
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.. but no, she won't make him suffer. who knows what that hand might get up to on its own. and as tempting as it is to leave it be in hopes that alphinaud starts, i don't know, punching himself in the face (STOP HITTING YOURSELF, STOP HITTING YOURSELF!!), she is not quite that cruel. even if it's a great idea to entertain. ]
Find something we can use to set it. A strong stick, or a small board, anything rigid that will not easily break.
[ for now, she snags alphinaud's wrist and wrenches the errant hand away from his mouth and down into his lap, holding it there tightly. good thing she is stronger than him.. ]
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He gives a bit of a sigh when his mouth is freed from his own hand, and with a slight pout on his face (she was about to leave him like that!!): ] Th-Thank you ...
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[ How catchy. But now that Alisaie has decided to take pity on her brother rather than leave him to suffer, Prompto trots into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a wooden spoon. Yup. Look, it'll get the job done! ]
How 'bout this?
[ He's doing his best! :( ]
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.. he's doing his best. ]
.. No, Prompto, something larger. Long and strong enough to keep his entire arm straight and still.
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Alphinaud has nothing to say to that, considering his sister's got this covered, so all that'll really come from him in response to this is a small groan of pain. The venom still hurts, okay! ]
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