[ OPEN ]

[daemonized]

Who: Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) & YOU!
When: Event things! All throughout October.
Where: All around.
Warning(s): None... yet. Will add if necessary.



i. market district;

[He wasn’t nearby when the explosion had shook the market district, though panic spreads quickly, and the aftermath of such an event is impossible to ignore. Even more so for Ardyn, being part of the royal guard — being delegated orders to provide aid and investigate, it is his own curiosities that truly drive him farther into the area to assist. Granted, his form of “assistance” might be lacking compared to those who are rushing to and fro, enveloped in a frantic need of wanting to help. Instead, it’s easier for him remain calm, more unaffected, eyes taking in the area with a sense of detachment that’s perhaps less than appropriate for the situation at hand. If you need to talk to him, he’s easy enough to spot in the crowd. More specifically, a few things that take place are:

A.) An elderly man, a vendor whose wares had been toppled over completely in the explosion, requires help retrieving his goods now strewn all about the street. Textiles and clothing of various colors, one of which seems to hang high up, caught on the corner of a rooftop of a nearby building. It billows, not unlike a flag flying in the breeze. Ardyn cranes his head up to look at it. Then he says, to the person closest to him:]

Be so kind as to retrieve that for me, will you? I’ve already my hands full.

[And so it seems he does, various unravelled yards of cloth hanging over his arm.

B.) There are, of course, looters. As to be expected, people who would take advantage of tragedy for their own benefit, and the ironic part is that Ardyn generally would not care. And yet there are a couple of young men who are being so bold as to do so right in front of him — only down the street, where they appear to be scrounging around another vendor’s (not currently present) property: an array of decorative items, small enough to be thrown into a bag and carried off nonchalantly. Covered in filigree and adorned with precious gems. Certainly possessing high enough market value to sell for a quick profit.

It’s easy enough for Ardyn to close the distance, of course. A flash of magic, sword in his hand, and suddenly he’s warped from where he was standing to directly in front of one of the men — blade pressed up against his throat. The other looter freezes in shock, mid-crouch, in the midst of picking up a shiny bauble to steal.

The smile Ardyn gives them is… amused, but a little disconcerting.]

At least wait until the cover of night like proper thieves.

[If the second man is slowly reaching for a dagger at his hip, there’s zero indication of Ardyn either noticing or caring. What do you do, passerby?]

ii. red light district;

[Now it’s time for an investigation proper, and who says that all manner of secrets and rumors do not eventually make their way to the red light district? This is where you can find Ardyn tonight, skulking through alleyways and hovering near the edges of crowds, sometimes asking around, sometimes not. He is, of course, dressed in plain clothes, a hundred times more subdued than his usual tastes. No guard uniform, no outfit from Eos to turn any heads. Only Ardyn, looking like a commoner, hair tied back. His only indulgence is a maroon scarf, hanging loosely around his neck.

He is absolutely drawn to the sight of individuals speaking in hushed whispers, for often times they are not being as discreet as they believe. This time, it’s two women, huddled in an darkened alleyway, and Ardyn eyes them from where he stands. He catches something about “Wyver”, but will have to draw closer to hear anything more.

Are you a fellow refugee wanting to unravel this mystery further? Join him in figuring out a creative way to move closer without drawing any unwanted attentions. The women do seem to be on the lookout for anyone snooping around. Alternately, he may speak to you first, muttering:]

Just how inconspicuous can you be?

iii. wildcard;

[Open for future threads, or any prompts that you’d prefer to play out if none of these work! I can be found at aurajen to plot further if you’d like!]

Comments

[lahaine]

Hmph. No. [ A scoff at the inquiry. Of course she didn't think that they were worthy. She was the antithesis to that worthless saint who would be so keen on seeing the "good" in everyone.

Even for someone such as herself, there were exceptions to the rule. There were possibly people who deserved better. ]

I am not defending mankind, but I am selfish. If the world were to go that would likely mean everything. I don't know about you, but I have a very strong attachment to life.

YOU GOT THE WRONG PART OF MY TAG BOMB i'm sorry lmfao

[daemonized]

[insert hollow laughter here]

Do you? What a terrible fate that must be, for I cannot imagine what it must be like to be so attached.

[But he laughs. It's hard to tell if he's being serious or otherwise.]

But at least you admit to your own faults, that of being selfish.

I AM SORRY FOR MY SLOW BUTT.

[lahaine]

[ A scoff. She had little issue with admitting her own faults, as long as she was the one to point them out.

A shrug was given, lackadaisical in nature. ]

So eager to die then? I am sure many people or things could help with that if you asked, myself included. Hahaha! [ It was hard to tell if she said this in jest or not. ]

MY BUTT IS ALSO SLOW no worries!!

[daemonized]

Oh, that's complicated, my dear.

[A facetious grin. It's also hard to tell if he's joking or not. What a pair.]

But my eagerness is not so blatant to the point where I would like to die on the spot. There are a few things I still wish to accomplish before I go.

[lahaine]

[ What a buzzkill. At least in the same way that slow-king Arturia was. What was it... using evil to bring order through chaos and not being evil simply to be evil. What a waste. It was the exact reason they could never see eye to eye and truly be friends with that walking contradiction.

A slight frown, but it was recovered with a wave of her hand. ] Tch, you seem to have much more the moral compass. Disgusting, but not my problem.

[ Truth be told, she had taken a liking to him. There was some sort of understanding here. ]

[daemonized]

[When he speaks of wishing to "accomplish" something before he dies, that does rather mean a few questionable things. The destruction of his world (already done for him, thanks Storm), the destruction of his family (mostly still incomplete), that small flicker of hope of being cured of what ails him (and if that fails, then so be it.)]

And how do you hope to navigate that tangled web of society without even pretending to have a moral compass?

[lahaine]

[ A valid concern for most, she met his words with a sneer. ] I navigate using one feeling. [ A pause. ] Wrath.

[ Her shoulders rose in a light shrug, punctuating her words as if to convey that she didn't much care what he thought about how she lived her life. ]