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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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Code names? Dunno if they're any use here, but I do have one.

[ A super cool one too. Actually, it's been months since she even thought about them and being called by hers. There's a somewhat sad expression that overcomes her face when she thinks about it because, well, she used to love it.

She still does, but it has a lot of memories with it. ]

Whatcha wanna be called?

Me? Well, uh -

[ Even if he was the one who brought this up, he doesn't have an immediate answer ready, actually. He's too busy wondering what her codename might be, and if he's going to pick out one of his own, it's got to be good! Not the sort of thing that he'll regret picking in ten minutes.

So as they start down the alley, with a pensive look on his face: ]

Ha...how about...Quicksilver? Pretty badass, yeah?

[ stares directly into the camera ]

Quick... silver?

[ She raises an eyebrow and thinks about it for a moment. Prompto, pls. ] I suppose it works, because of how you use that gun of yours. The only real problem is it's long, but that's no biggie. [ It shouldn't matter much when they're in the heat of a fight.

If they get into a fight. ]

[ Hey, it's pretty cool, right? It has a nice ring to it, even if it's a bit of a mouthful. Given the way things usually go when he tries to come up with names, it could have been much worse. ]

Great! Uh - but what about you? You said you've...already got one?

[ Not gonna lie, he's really curious about what hers could be now! ]

[ here it is!

grinning, Lena strikes one of her famous poses and gives him a two-finger salute. ]

Names Tracer, love! Here to serve, [ the words spill out with a rather loud laugh. it feels good to call herself tracer again after all. ]

[ He's grinning in an instant as she strikes a pose, and he wishes he had his camera ready to snap a picture of her doing it. Now that's a codename! ]

Tracer, huh? That sounds so badass! But I bet you don't need me to tell you that. [ He laughs along with her, mirth spilling out of him. ] Did you get that from your blinking thing?

[ Prompto, pls bring your camera next time -- ]

Haha, thanks! And yeah, that's right. One of my friends went by Mercy as well because she was a doctor ... or is. Yeah. [ She nods her head a couple of times. She isn't here anymore, she's back in stasis, but that still means she's a doctor. ]

So, uh...can I ask what you had a codename for? I mean - are you a superhero? Because if so, you seriously buried the lead, there.

[ This exact thing happened with Kate, after all. Why aren't people more forthcoming about their superhero status? It's so cool... ]

Uh, some people think of us as superheroes... but we were just part of an organization that's a global peacekeeping force. We just went to places and helped people out, protect them and all that jazz.

[ She puts her hands behind her head as she walks, a somewhat sad smile spreading out on her lips. ]

Just a part of an organization that's a global peacekeeping force? [ Lena, please. ]

Sounds a lot like a superhero if you ask me! That is so cool. I can't believe there're worlds out there where teams of heroes working together to save the world are actually real! It's like something straight out of a comic book.

[ Which means meeting people like her is, like, his childhood dream come true. ]

Doesn't a superhero have super powers though? ... Though, I mean, I guess I sort of do have one. [ Her cheeks flush red as she scratches it. Yeah, it does sound like she's a superhero.

It actually makes her heart skip a beat to be thought about like that. A hero, someone that people can look up to and rely on. There's a jump in her step and she looks to the side before her face falls slightly and Lena nudges Prompto with her elbow. ]

Over there. [ She nods her head to a group that looks like they're trying to sneak into an alleyway without being seen. ]

Yeah, you totally -

[ But before he can really get the thought off, Lena is nudging him, and he follows the direction of her nod. The group doesn't look like they've spotted them yet, but Prompto doesn't want to risk that, so he presses himself flat against the nearest wall.

He can do stealth mode when he needs to!! ]

Okay, those guys are definitely up to something.

[ Yeah, she raises an eyebrow at him for a moment. ] Doing that is just going to give you away if they look over here. Just try to act normal, it isn't like they can hear us talking right now.

[ Unless they have some sort of super hearing which would be super scary now that she thinks about it. ]

Come, we'll put on an act and follow them, okay? [ Lena gives him a wink and hold out her arm. ]

[ But hiding behind objects and trailing bad guys stealthily sounds so cool!!

But she has a point. If they act natural, even if the group sees them they won't be suspicious of them. He hopes, at least.

So Prompto follows her lead, taking her by the arm and settling into a jaunty stroll. It...looks natural on him, at least. ]

Soooo, some weather we're having today, huh?

[ prompto, pls. ]

Yeah, pretty interesting stuff. [ she's a professional, it should be a cakewalk for her. her eye contact with the gang members are brief as she makes sure to not give themselves away.

they just need to get a little closer now and keep up their act. ]

[ He laughs. It's so natural! Look at him, being perfectly unsuspicious! ]

I know! Just look at that sky. I mean, talk about blue!

[ ...Hopefully they're getting close enough before Prompto gives them away with his whole "casual" act. ]

[ deep frowning is being directed towards him now.

she's really going to need him a couple of lessons in regards to this, but that will come later. lena starts tapping his arm in a subtle manner when she notices the group starting to move and there's a brief moment where one of their tattoo's are shown. ]

I think it's time to go get a better view of it.

[ Oh, shoot. He doesn't miss the sign, either, that telltale tattoo on one of their wrists, and Prompto nods, almost imperceptibly, his posture much tighter than it had been a moment before. ]

Hm...it does seem like the perfect time for it, doesn't it?

[ He gives her a look that says "let's do this". ]

Uh-huh!

[ with a friendly wink at prompto and a small salute, she'll disappear and then reappear in front of the group. ] I think it's time to teach people that they can't just mess with our town.

Right.

[ He starts to quicken his pace - but then an idea - yes, a real idea - occurs to him. ]

Think you can get ahead of 'em? So they can't make a break for it.

[ She nods her head. ]

Can do, boss! [ With that amazing ability of hers, she'll be blinking her way in front just as Prompto suggested. ]

Stop right there, guys, you've got nowhere too run.

[ Aaaand Prompto brings up the rear, waving a hand at the group with his other resting on the grip of his gun. ]

That's right! We've gotcha cornered. But it's cool - we just want to talk for a minute.

[ Hopefully talking is all they'll have to do. ]

[ The group looks around, switching between Lena and Prompto before they do exactly as they've been told to not do and they run. Of course, running towards Lena is an easy pick because she's smaller and a girl.

Which, she does get bumped into when they try to make a break for it. ]

Get them! [ She shouts out to her new partner in crime before using her ability to jump onto one of the guy's backs, pinning them to the ground. ]

You're not getting out of this.

[ THESE CHUMPS, thinking they can rush her...they've got another think coming.

Prompto is more or less ready for a fight, but he's not about to pull out a gun to use on these people. Instead, he knocks one of their assailants back against a nearby wall with a sharp throw of his elbow, another trying to hook him in the ribs. ]

Easy, easy! If you don't wanna talk, you could'a just said so!

[ If they can avoid using their weapons then that's a bonus in her eyes. She never does like gunning down a defenseless person because no good comes from it. Not that there's much good gunning down anyone. ]

Ha, like you would let us just walk away [ the one Prompto is dealing with spits out, while Lena glances down at the one she's on and watches them squirm, still attempting to escape.

It's good that she's heavier than she looks. ]

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