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[ OPEN ] ❝ and i don't want to talk about the world ❞

Who: Prompto (

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What: October catchall, with open prompts for part 1 of the event!
When: Right the heck now!
Where: Around Olympia
Warning(s): sad boy...but none probably?!

I. MARKET DISTRICT.

[ He's there when the bomb goes off.

Not within range to be affected by it, but as a member of the royal guard, Prompto's very assignment is to patrol the market district. Facing down Victarion after he'd killed a man there the week previous had been harrowing enough, given him too much to think about, too many questions to ask about himself and what he was even doing in the guard in the first place. This latest attack is nothing short of a slap across the face.

Not that he lingers on how it makes him feel - he hardly dwells on it. As always, he's feelings are shuffled neatly aside, even when reaching out to his friends - his brothers - to make sure they're okay in the aftermath, only to find his messages rebounding. Noctis, Ingis, and Gladio - all three, in stasis once more.

He's not equipped to deal with this devastation right now, so he doesn't. He bottles it up, sets his jaw, and goes to work. This bomb went off on his watch, so...he has to find the people responsible, right? Of course he does. It's what...Noct would have done.

So he'll be doing the following:

A. Assisting with clean-up. The bomb has made a terrible mess of things, and these merchants in the market district are people he knows well by now. He knows their names, their families, their hopes and dreams, and something like this is nothing short of devastating for many of them. He can't replace what was infected, but he can at least help clear away what's no longer fit to sell.

He approaches with a hefty (just the adjective, not the brand, Hefty TM Reynolds Consumer Products, Inc.) trash bag that's already pretty swollen with infected goods, wearing gloves and a respirator provided by the Institute. For acting as a literal garbage man, he looks pretty chipper. ]

What's the word? [ He gestures to whatever goods they're sorting through. ] Think they'll pass biohazard infection?

[ Isn't this fun? He's having the time of his life. He's fine!

B. Investigating the area. The crime scene itself is the obvious place to start looking for clues to track down the persons responsible for the attack. Word spreads quickly through the guard that they're looking for individuals tattooed with an "M" on their wrists, so he'll address anyone still lingering nearby, looking over his shoulder and hiding his mouth with his hand - he's very...stealthy... ]

Hey...sorry to bug, but - did you happen to see anyone leaving this area around bomb o'clock today?

[ Yep. Still fine! ]

II. CHASING CRIMINALS.

[ Evidently, his investigating does turn up some promising leads, and Prompto is hot on the heels of one of those suspected associates, which he tipped off with his presence far too early and gave the woman a generous headstart. He's pursuing on foot, leaping between vehicles and over stalls - sometimes more gracefully than others - and if he weren't caught up in this, if this weren't so personal for him, he'd probably take a moment to appreciate the fact that he might kind of look like a badass right now.

But he doesn't allow himself that much, and he pursues the suspect to a tall, threadbare building that looks like it might collapse with a single gust of wind. The woman starts to scale it, and, okay, that looks pretty cool, too, but he's come this far. He's not about to lose her trail now.

So he grabs the closest person, frantic as he turns them to face him: ] How good are you at climbing?

[ And then adds, a moment later after glancing between the building and whoever he's grabbed: ] I'm super sorry about this!

III. TENDING THE ILL.

[ If you didn't know any better, you might think Prompto some sort of crazed, overly-enthusiastic delivery man the way he carts around the city on a bike with a basket filled with soup containers. Where did he get a bike? He probably let a kid hold his gun so he could borrow it for the day. It's not important.

Anyway, that's just what he's doing, zipping across Olympia and ferrying the ambrosia of all illnesses, chicken noodle soup, to his friends - and hell, even one-time acquaintances - in need. He'd been quick to contact just about everyone he knows as the news of the sickness spread, to make sure they were okay, and depending on their response, he tabulated them for future reference. That future reference is now, and he's ringing doorbells, dropping off soup, and by and large wearing a much more genuine smile than he has for days.

It's...hard not to, when he's helping people, even if they might not really need his help.

He can also be caught in between stops, catching a breather on lesser-traveled corners, pulling out his camera to flip back through his photos. He has to go back a considerable way before he reaches his pictures from Eos now, a fact which is so bittersweet it has his eyes glassy, but he grins reflexively at the smiling faces that greet him on the little screen.

With a quiet sigh, he murmurs: ] Hang in there, guys...

IV. WILDCARD.

[ Have something else in mind? Hit me up! I can also be reached on Plurk at retroscape for plotting! ]

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[ It's a blast from the past - receiving instructions in battle! It's been so long since he had to follow someone's strategy, considering he's been working along for so long.

Once Prompto is gone, he looks up at the building. It's pretty old, and he can use it to his advantage, given his Semblance. He'll just have to make sure Prompto's not anywhere near him before any part of the building collapses, or something.

Qrow jumps, stabbing his sword on the building's wall. Once he's balanced himself, he begins to scale the building, too, in pursuit of the woman! Hopefully Prompto's quick enough to block the woman off on the other end! ]

[ Qrow may or may not end up regretting going with Prompto's strategy - he's hardly the tactician of his fantasy boy band. That said, he doesn't do too bad when he's thinking on his feet, because he ends up trying bullshit ideas that sometimes work. This - hopefully - will be one of those cases.

He might not be able to do something as cool as throwing his weapon into the wall of the building, but he is pretty fast on his feet. He's just about up the far side of the building when the woman skids to a stop at the edge of the roof, nearly stepping on him as she does so. ]

A-ha! Gotch-

[ ...She steps on his face to use it as a springboard to the next building. ]

[ By this time, Qrow's caught up with the woman. He pauses for a second or two when he sees Prompto getting stepped on. Thankfully, Qrow doesn't step on Prompto...'s face. ]

Kid, the hell're you doing? Hurry up!

[ HE THINKS PROMPTO IS JUST MESSING AROUND. And right as he says this, he jumps on Prompto's shoulders like a trampoline to propel himself to the building. The chase goes on! ]

[ He's struggling, that's what he's doing. Thankfully, he's got a good, strong grip, so he doesn't fall when the woman - or Qrow - uses him as a launching point to get to the next rooftop. ]

Thank you for making me a part of this!

[ Oh gods, he's gonna die. But okay, LET'S DO THIS. Planting his feet against the wall of the building, Prompto kicks off to jump to the next building and pull himself, stumbling, to the top.

He follows after Qrow, who follows the woman. ]

Hey! What's the plan here?!

[ THIS WAS YOUR PLAN PROMPTO ]

[ THIS WAS YOUR PLAN, PROMPTO ]

What?

[ Qrow quickly shoots Prompto a look that basically says "DIDN'T YOU HAVE A PLAN?!" Honestly, Qrow's pretty lost for a good few seconds before his instincts tell him to take charge.

The woman doesn't seem to want to confront them. Escape is the only answer for her here! Which makes things pretty challenging, because facing each other off would be much easier. It might be that the woman keeps running because they're leading both of them to a trap... which might end up being the case given Qrow's bad luck.

Prompto......... is your luck stat high???

For now, Qrow clicks on something on his sword, which makes the gears turn and the blade move, giving away to the shotgun barrel of his weapon. He shoots at a pipe, letting out some hot gas, making the woman (and him) stop in her tracks. ]

[ His plan was to trap her on the roof! And...that's about as far ahead as he'd planned it. Being literally stepped on kind of threw him for a loop, okay!

But anyway, Prompto keeps up at Qrow's side, even as his weapon starts to transform - wait, what? Did his...giant sword just turn into a gun?

This is a very serious chase, and a he doesn't falter, but - ]

Dude, that is the most badass thing I -

[ But he doesn't finish the words before Qrow fires, gas fogging their way. He skids to a stop, eyes narrowed as he tries to make out the form of the woman through the mist. She'd stopped running, too. She'd be crazy to try and make another jump when they're surrounded by this.

Footsteps so light they're soundless, Prompto steps towards a shape in the mist - ]

Boo-ya! The element of surprise!

[ Except that it's Qrow he grabs, and from his right, a kick comes flying at his head, which he only narrowly stumbles back to avoid.

Looks like she's ready to fight now. ]

[ It does look like she's ready to fight! And the moment Qrow is grabbed, his instinct dictates that he should get out of that person's grasp. In this case, he elbows Prompto in the face before he's kicked in the head. :')

The mist doesn't disappear right away. Their vision continues to be obscured by white clouds of if, but Qrow's senses are sharper than a normal human's.

He lets the blade of his sword attach itself again, because he's not going to use a gun in this setting! Once he figures out where the woman is, he swings his blade at her only to find that she's well prepared! She deflects his sword with what looks like a dagger. She's really strong to be able to parry Qrow in this way, which is why he seeks Prompto's assistance. ]

Back up would be nice!

[ Goodbye, his boyish good looks...

But no, Prompto only staggers backwards when Qrow's elbow collides with his face. Yeah, that was - probably not a good idea! Ow.

At least he recovers quickly, firearms staying holstered at his side because Qrow's instincts are right - this is no place for a gunfight. He's not as good with his bare hands, but what he lacks in brute strength he makes up for in wiry speed.

So when Qrow calls on him for back up, he darts in. He may not have super-human senses, but his eyesight is still sharp, and he spots the woman as he closes in on the direction of Qrow's voice. He pulls one handgun free from his hip but holds it butt-out, and he strikes at the woman's other side, right against her shoulder, causing her to drop the knife in surprise. ]

[ The moment Prompto disarms the woman, Qrow takes on a much different stance and swings his sword to hit the woman's side by the blunt side of his blade. He's not going to slice up a woman in half, especially now that he knows Aura isn't a thing here!

Woman sandwich!!!

(What.) ]

[ Thanks for exercising restraint and not cutting this woman into ribbons, Qrow.

But with his blade hitting her hard in the side and Prompto still at her back, she grunts and stumbles, attempting to maintain her balance - until Prompto unleashes his ult.

He sticks out his foot and trips her.

As soon as she's down, Prompto kneels to grab her wrists, but even all things considered, he's terribly gentle about it. ]

We got her - hah - we got her! [ He sounds as pleased as he does dismayed. ] Wow, I can't believe it!

[ By this time, the mist dissipates, and their vision slowly goes back to normal. Thank you, precipitation!

Hopefully the woman doesn't try to wring herself out of this given Prompto's grip. Qrow won't bother reprimanding him about it for now. ]

You seem awfully happy. Didn't think you'd get her?

[ She tries to struggle a bit, so his grip tightens a little, but fortunately the woman is still smarting from Qrow's weapon hitting her side. ]

I-I - [ Well, kinda. ] I just...didn't want to do the whole counting-eggs-before-hatching thing! Now we just gotta - uh. Question her.

[ ...How do you even run an interrogation? ]

[ Speaking of Qrow's weapon, he switches it off. Its blade retracts and goes inside the larger and wider parts until it becomes half its original size. He then puts it behind his back. ]

You gotta have confidence, kid. You won't get anywhere unless your thoughts are lined towards victory.

[ He taps the side of his head a couple of times before he focuses on the woman. What to ask her... ]

Got anything you want to share to the class?

[ have confidence? sounds fake, but ok bird dad ]

R-right. Lined towards victory. [ If his hands were not preoccupied at the moment, he'd draw a line in front of his face with his hand. At least he's focused enough not to let go of her do to that!

The woman, for her part, turns a glare up at Qrow. I don't have anything to share with the likes of you, she says, before spitting on the ground.

Attractive. ]

Sooo...that's a bust. What do we try now?

[ ...He's not great at this. ]

[ Truly attractive. Guess the girl wants to look tough.

As for what to do with Prompto, he has no idea. It does seem like this guy has no experience in something like this. Qrow is not the best leader by any means, but... looks like he has to. ]

Real charming, [ he tells the woman. ] Just pretend he isn't here. [ Prompto, he means. ]

Got anything you want to tell me?

[ Prompto only looks miffed for about half a second before he nods, conceding that yeah, it's probably best if he just...plays it cool and stays out of the way, for the most part. He's just here to be the muscle (ha).

The woman, for her part, laughs harshly, turning a sneer on thee both of them.

You can kill me if you want, she hisses. I won't tell you anything, and you'll never catch all of us.

So...that's not terribly reassuring. ]

...Maybe we ought to just take her in.

[ It doesn't look like he takes too kindly at the woman insinuating that he's a killer. But his fierce expression disappears slowly but surely as he begins to ignore the woman. ]

Yeah, [ He looks at Prompto as he pockets his hands, slumping slightly. ] That's what we should be doing, anyway.

[ Time to scram! ]

Let's go.

[ Prompto's shoulders sag, but there's really no helping it. They can't force her to talk - he won't be party to anything like that - and so the next best thing is to lock her up.

So he pulls the woman to her feet, giving Qrow a weary grin. ]

Thanks for your help, man. Since I kiiiinda sprung the whole chase sequence on you like that. You're seriously incredible under pressure!

[ Show him your moves sometime??? He wants to learn to be an unmitigated badass like that. ]

That wasn't pressuring in the slightest.

[ Although he was very worried when Prompto accidentally clocked him. THANKS, BUD. Unfortunately, Qrow has no compliments to give Prompto at this moment. He can't return the favour. ]

[ That's okay, Prompto never expects to be complimented on literally anything, so this is just par for the course! ]

Not even in the slightest? Whoa. You are the actual coolest. You know that?

[ And he starts to lead the woman to - uh.

They're still on the roof.

He glances back at Qrow, a sheepish grin on his face. ]

Uhh...I'll throw her down, you catch? [ Hey, look, he came up with an idea! ]

[ Qrow looks visibly startled by the idea. What— Who even thinks that? He blinks a couple of times, then walks closer to Prompto. The woman protests by using profanities and telling Prompto that he's a piece of crap. Qrow, on the other hand, gives the other man a very, very, very light slap on the cheek. ]

Did the smoke get you high?

[ This is the worst idea he's ever heard! ]

Why not just carry her down as you jump? [ A pause. ] You are going to jump down, aren't you?

[ are you sure it was really a slap on the face or did the animators just assume as much ]

H-hey - what - no!! [ He throws up one hand defensively. Since, you know, the other is still holding onto the woman, who is saying some nooooot very nice things about him! Okay, okay, maybe that idea wasn't so great, but - ]

Jump down? Did the smoke get you high, dude? [ Prompto peers over the edge of the roof for a moment - yeah, nope! He'd prefer to spare himself the pain of broken legs, thank you very much. ]

Why, uh - why don't you jump down with her? I'll...follow.

[ By climbing down like any sane person would. There aren't even any bodies of water or hay bales to catch him... ]

[ HOW DID PROMPTO EVEN GET UP HERE...

Qrow does consider the options for a moment. Going down the stairs is going to be a pain. Are there elevators here? Whatever. ]

Fine. Hand her over. [ And he perfectly expects the woman to be handed to her like a sack of potatoes. In fact, the woman begins protesting again, asking to be treated like a regular person!! ]

[ He can climb??? He's just not an acrobatic aura-user willing to jump a few stories, let him live!!! ]

- Yeah, you shoulda thought of that before you went all rogue. [ Spoken to the woman, as Prompto hands her over to Qrow. Good luck, man, she's feisty. ]

I'll, just, uh. Climb down after you?

[ This is such a mess... ]

[ This is the worst way to end a "mission"... ]

I'll meet you downstairs. Don't take too long.

[ And with that, she lifts the woman so he can indeed carry her like a sack of potatoes. Her stomach is against his shoulder and Qrow holds her still with an arm wrapped around her upper legs. Then he walks towards the edge of the rooftop and jumps!

SEE YA, PROMPTY. ]

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