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adelphoi) & you nerds
What: October general shenans
When: All month
Where: Everywhere potentially but probably just at her house mostly
Warning(s): Sick.. stuff?? idk probably nothing but will update if necessary.
PART 1;
a; aftermath
b; sickbed;
c; reaching out
PART 2;
a; wandering
b; friendly fire
[ catchall for october! alisaie will spent much of it being sick, apparently, so feel free to crash her place and visit.. make sure she stays in bed. get her texts or send her one, or meet up in the market!! if none of these prompts work for you i'm more than happy to work something out and write up a starter. ♥ plotting comment is here, or i can be reached on plurk for planning. i'm game! ]
adelphoi) & you nerdsWhat: October general shenans
When: All month
Where: Everywhere potentially but probably just at her house mostly
Warning(s): Sick.. stuff?? idk probably nothing but will update if necessary.
PART 1;
a; aftermath
[ alisaie is not present in the marketplace when the attack occurs, but the resounding boom cannot be missed, even from her home flat. it's a hectic hour or so while she rushes to figure out what has happened, and when riza returns home sick she feels a heavy misgiving sink deep into her stomach. disease is not an enemy she can fight with her rapier, it's something insidious, something sneaky and unpredictable - gods help them find a remedy soon.
immediately, she's dashing right to work. with riza ill they'll need supplies - healthy foods, spare blankets, medicinal herbs, ice, a great deal of ice. once she's set with her list she's off to the institute and markets to gather what useful things she can, stuffing them into a canvas shoulder bag, but you can certainly bet that she'll stop to assist in any way she can, whether it's righting an overturned cart or leading those who were injured in the panic to the sanctuary.
of course, it's not long before she's feeling rather warm and dizzy herself and, of course, chalking it up to the rush and mayhem. maybe she'll just.. sit down a moment. ]
b; sickbed;
[ alisaie is an awful patient.
keeping her in bed is no easy task, and there's an itch under her skin that urges her to move, to work - there's so much she could be doing, ways she could be helping. this disease is a godsdamned prison.
she's responsible enough to at least not mingle with the public, lest she spread this horrible mystery illness further, but she cannot remain strictly indoors in bed for so long, not without losing her mind. so when she can, when the weather is tepid, alisaie sits on the second floor deck of her flat, wrapped up in a blanket, usually with a book (or stack of books), enjoying the fresh air on her too-hot face. ]
c; reaching out
[ what else can you do when you're more or less bedbound? catch up on the internet, of course. mostly, alisaie keeps an eye on the network for any updates, and takes the time to reach out to those she knows, to doublecheck that they're safe. if you've met her even once or twice, chances are she will toss a line out and test the waters. incoming message from RedMage: ]
This is Alisaie; how are you faring?
PART 2;
a; wandering
[ it's late evening the first time she sees him.
though first she hears him, the familiar voice of her grandfather calling her out of her dreams, warm and welcoming. she wakes in her bed, slick with fever sweat and surrounded by silence - mayhaps she had misheard it? it must have been a dream, her head is spinning. but then it comes again, distinct and clear; it has been years since she last heard his voice but it is not a sound that she would ever forget. ]
Grandfather..?
[ dizzy and disoriented, she climbs out of bed and stumbles toward the open window, squinting into the slanting light of sunset just in time to see the shape of him, louisoix leveilleur's all too familiar form disappearing around the corner. immediately her heart kicks up into her throat and alisaie gasps and turns, stumbling back through her bedroom and out of the house, down the stairs and onto the street barefoot, in her nightdress, to follow a ghost. ]
No, please wait.. don't leave me again..
[ how long she wanders in this delirium she cannot say, but her feet are sore and scratched and muddy, her hair down and wild from sleep and the tugging winds. she may run right into you, or trip over a flagstone, but short of forceful intervention nothing will keep her from her goal. ]
b; friendly fire
[ for those of you unlucky enough to visit her (or stop by her home for some other purpose) while the symptoms continue to worsen, you will find that her delirium has not abated. between bouts of lucidity and sleep she tries still to wander, to follow the voices and phantoms of her family and friends to whatever oblivion they might call her to, but it is not only friends she sees. sometimes it is enemies or horrible, twisted monsters. it's hardly a problem if she wanders outside, weaponless, but any creak of sound within her home would easily alert her.
blinking blearily, alisaie tumbles out of bed at the noise, her heart thudding and her mind cloudy, and she does not think twice before taking up her rapier and focus which lie across a chair in her room and stumbling into the dimly lit common area. her voice is rough from coughing. ]
Who.. who goes there?
[ catchall for october! alisaie will spent much of it being sick, apparently, so feel free to crash her place and visit.. make sure she stays in bed. get her texts or send her one, or meet up in the market!! if none of these prompts work for you i'm more than happy to work something out and write up a starter. ♥ plotting comment is here, or i can be reached on plurk for planning. i'm game! ]
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Lowered, is it?
[ give her just a moment to pass a critical eye over those hobo clothes ]
What, pray tell, did you do before that was so very important, your majesty?
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Fingers flex slightly against the cloth of the armrest that his hand lays upon. Everything else about Ardyn remains the same.]
I was once the Chancellor of Niflheim. [That is the safest, least complicated response he can ever give anyone if they ask what he used to do.] Of Eos, though I have a feeling the name means very little to you.
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[ oh no... it begins. ]
On the contrary, I've heard a great deal about it.
[ though, niflheim - it strikes an icy chord in her heart. prompto hadn't gone into a great deal of detail, but he had shown her that barcode when he had explained his origins, how he had been made there, as a soldier, a weapon. she stiffens visibly. ]
You are not the first I've met from that star.
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Is that so? I admit that there were several of us here at some point.
[He glances over her, as if he can pry the answer from her look before he even asks the question. But he asks anyway, without missing a beat.]
Who else do you know from my world?
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8( watermelon hobo why ]
Prompto.
[ there's no real reason to deny or hide it, it's not as if they can't be found together nearly all the time. ]
Suffice it to say he did not seem overly fond of your country.
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My country. [Echoing the words back, he obviously finds something amusing in them. He never held any real loyalty to Niflheim; the Empire was just a vehicle, a means to an end. The irony is that he's 100% Lucian.
Now then, how to go about saying all of that? If she was friends with Prompto, then obviously she's heard less than flattering things about Niflheim. No doubt having to do with MTs and the like; that had been something of a sore spot for the boy, which Ardyn had definitely used to his advantage.]
It isn't my country any longer. I did say I was Chancellor, and that was before our star was swept away by the Storm. Things have changed since then.
[But he'll only half-heartedly try to twist the situation into a more appealing light. The truth of the matter is that he hardly cares enough to put any real effort into sounding like a shining model of an individual -- he is what he is, now, and the time of deception has long been passed.]
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this man has given her no real reason to mistrust him, however, and while alisaie relies very much on her gut instincts, she isn't quite so quick to judge as she might seem. he's openly admitted his affiliation with a country that has committed known atrocities (and prompto hasn't even given her the full story), which certainly says something about him, but she has no grounds to assume he's going to do anything potentially problatic.
so. watermelon hobo is on the watch list, but she'll reserve any real assumptions for now, until she can confer with prompto. but i mean, of course he is unfairly biased. ]
I see. [ well she won't pry further, he doesn't seem the type to give up information he doesn't expressly want to, so she'd be banging on a brick wall there, she's sure. ] Well, I suppose that is true of all of us.
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But it's not like he's oblivious to her being suspicious, either. Her air is more guarded, even if she's still kind enough to give him the benefit of the doubt with that statement. And while she won't pry, that doesn't mean that Ardyn won't indulge himself in a few questions in return.]
What did he tell you of Niflheim, if I might ask?
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He did not go into great detail, but suffice it to say he did not seem on very good terms with them.
[ she's not being entirely truthful, or rather she's omitting the specifics. whether or not this man knows about prompto's origins - though she suspects that he does - it is not her place to reveal that information. he'd told her the difficult truth in confidence, with his heart open, and she will not betray that. ]
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That's not surprising to hear, given everything that's happened in those long years of war, and the consequence of such.
[But if she'll not go in specifics, then neither will he. If they want to skirt around the issue, and pretend that this is not as big of an elephant in the room than it actually is, so be it.]
But once more, it was a war that has little meaning here. For all intents and purposes, it's over now. Lucis and Niflheim's difference have been long settled.
[A statement with a double meaning, considering the state that the world was left in.]
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nevertheless, we're still withholding judgment for the moment. but maybe with luck and all the upcoming shenanigans she'll forget to mention this to prompto and your reputation with her won't suffer yet. only time will tell.. ]
I suppose that's true. Past grudges hold little enough weight now.
[ and they've kind of got bigger fish to fry, here. alisaie has never been fond of politics anyway, of silly petty wars between nations when there are greater threats at large. but she'll be keepin' a weather eye out anyway...... ]
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[Says the man who holds grudges literally for thousands of years. Who is still firmly latched onto a few right now.]
Well, then...
[Excuse him as he rises to his feet, all rather casually.]
I've medicine to help you sleep through your fever. Do you require it? It'll keep your restlessness at bay, if nothing else.
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nevertheless, when ardyn rises alisaie follows him with her eyes, and shakes her head. ]
No, I've not had any problems sleeping, but thank you for the offer. And for the soup.
[ she probably would have refused it anyway, even before he was outed as more than a simple watermelon hobo, but now.. yeah she'll pass. good thing she's good at sleeping on her own. ]
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[Suspicions or otherwise, he has no interest in seeing her take the medicine or not. He looks as if he's about to leave, turning, when he suddenly whirls around on his heel rather unexpectedly.]
Oh, how rude of me. I've almost forgotten. I never caught your name.
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Alisaie Leveilleur.
[ it's a mouthful, but then so is ardyn spoilery somethings i suppose. ]
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A pleasure. My name is Ardyn Izunia.
[He has a feeling she will be committing his non spoilery name to memory. He smiles.]
I'm sure we'll cross each other's paths again. Until then, I do hope you begin to feel better.