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Who: Prompto (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
punshots) & Ardyn (daemonized)
What: Prompto gets assigned his first mission for the Royal Guard. Guess who his partner is gonna be?
When: Earlier this week
Where: Market District
Warning(s): Ardyn being extra probably
[ Things had started to look up for Prompto, which maybe should have been the first warning sign. He managed to pass his interview to join the Royal Guard without much trouble at all, and eager to start work, he'd jumped at the first opportunity to make an impression. Ashti had assigned him to the Market District with a specific task to start him off: catch a corrupt merchant selling fabric dyed so cheaply it's making people physically ill. Naturally, he intended to do anything he can to stop the guy because it's the right thing to do and he wants to help, but it also doesn't hurt that it sounds cool as heck.
So imagine how his dreams of pulling off a gloriously badass sting operation are shattered when he's told who his assigned partner is going to be. Not by Ashti, but by another ranking officer, something-something schedule changes, new routes, someone's mom is in town, one of the usual reasons. He wasn't listening as closely as he usually does after being told he'd be working with Ardyn.
Well, it can't possibly go worse than what happened at the Blood Bank, can it? Sure. Let's go with that.
Still determined to see this through, Prompto dons a disguise that will proooobably only fool people who don't already know him, so it's a good thing he hasn't been patrolling through the District as a part of his regular guard duties for long. He tried to match the style of a seedy criminal looking for seedy wears, and settles on a long, dusty coat, sunglasses, a brimmed hat, and - you guessed it - a fake beard.
He leans back against the wall in an empty alleyway off the Market District, waiting for his - ugh - "partner" to appear. Never one to stay in one place for very long, he pushes himself up and paces, sits on a crate, and returns to the wall all in about the span of thirty seconds. As he does so, he watches the walls and sky above him, as if he's expecting Ardyn to swoop down on him like a bat. Not like there isn't precedence for something like that happening. The man sure likes to make an entrance, doesn't he? ]
punshots) & Ardyn (daemonized) What: Prompto gets assigned his first mission for the Royal Guard. Guess who his partner is gonna be?
When: Earlier this week
Where: Market District
Warning(s): Ardyn being extra probably
[ Things had started to look up for Prompto, which maybe should have been the first warning sign. He managed to pass his interview to join the Royal Guard without much trouble at all, and eager to start work, he'd jumped at the first opportunity to make an impression. Ashti had assigned him to the Market District with a specific task to start him off: catch a corrupt merchant selling fabric dyed so cheaply it's making people physically ill. Naturally, he intended to do anything he can to stop the guy because it's the right thing to do and he wants to help, but it also doesn't hurt that it sounds cool as heck.
So imagine how his dreams of pulling off a gloriously badass sting operation are shattered when he's told who his assigned partner is going to be. Not by Ashti, but by another ranking officer, something-something schedule changes, new routes, someone's mom is in town, one of the usual reasons. He wasn't listening as closely as he usually does after being told he'd be working with Ardyn.
Well, it can't possibly go worse than what happened at the Blood Bank, can it? Sure. Let's go with that.
Still determined to see this through, Prompto dons a disguise that will proooobably only fool people who don't already know him, so it's a good thing he hasn't been patrolling through the District as a part of his regular guard duties for long. He tried to match the style of a seedy criminal looking for seedy wears, and settles on a long, dusty coat, sunglasses, a brimmed hat, and - you guessed it - a fake beard.
He leans back against the wall in an empty alleyway off the Market District, waiting for his - ugh - "partner" to appear. Never one to stay in one place for very long, he pushes himself up and paces, sits on a crate, and returns to the wall all in about the span of thirty seconds. As he does so, he watches the walls and sky above him, as if he's expecting Ardyn to swoop down on him like a bat. Not like there isn't precedence for something like that happening. The man sure likes to make an entrance, doesn't he? ]
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It earns Ardyn a scowl from Prompto, but he doesn't cut back in with a retort. He's never been quick on the verbal draw in situations like this, and saying nothing is probably in his best interest right now, anyway. So he gives the handcuffed thief a tug, and he shuffles his feet cooperatively.
Prompto shoots one more look over his shoulder at Ardyn before muttering: ]
Y-yeah. Until next time.
[ Because at this point, he has no doubt: there will be a next time. ]