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kittycaterer) wrote2017-06-25 08:46 pm
kittycaterer) wrote2017-06-25 08:46 pm
Ic inbox | Recolle
Noctis Caelum
"You got Noctis. Do the thing."
VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
jumped at the chance to be my first huh?
youve never had "cerulean orbs of perfection" what the hell are you talking about
youve never had "cerulean orbs of perfection" what the hell are you talking about
told you i was on my way
actually down the hall
[ Except this place looks seedy and gross and he's not even sure this counts as an apartment building. ]
am i in the right place?
actually down the hall
[ Except this place looks seedy and gross and he's not even sure this counts as an apartment building. ]
am i in the right place?
huh
thats pretty cool
im gonna need their number
for science
[ and for deets. ]
thats pretty cool
im gonna need their number
for science
[ and for deets. ]
okay so i was at the electronics store and there was a furby right there in the staff room
i was like wtf?? and asked around but they said
"it's been here since that incident"
spooky
anyway i brought it with me
manager said it was cool if i did
okay that was context now my question is
do you care if i take the skin off the furby
i want to make him a god
once he is free of his sinful flesh he can begin the path towards enlightenment he will take care of Us dude
also considering softhacking his circuits u wanna help
i was like wtf?? and asked around but they said
"it's been here since that incident"
spooky
anyway i brought it with me
manager said it was cool if i did
okay that was context now my question is
do you care if i take the skin off the furby
i want to make him a god
once he is free of his sinful flesh he can begin the path towards enlightenment he will take care of Us dude
also considering softhacking his circuits u wanna help
[ What the fuck is with you and these text messages, Prompto?]
honestly
i dont give a damn what you do
just do not ever text me again if youre gonna talk like that
honestly
i dont give a damn what you do
just do not ever text me again if youre gonna talk like that
[This is not a misfire. Ardyn has your number, Noct. How? Did Prompto give it to him? Did he have it from before Noctis was in the hospital? Does it matter?]
Noctis. I hear you've locked Prompto out of his laptop. That's not terribly nice of you.
Noctis. I hear you've locked Prompto out of his laptop. That's not terribly nice of you.
[ He's actually never gotten a text from anyone else?? So he's severely confused when the text isn't from Prompto.
But he gathers who it is really quick. ]
he tattled on me
wow
But he gathers who it is really quick. ]
he tattled on me
wow
[late on saturday night, noctis is trying to beat up the worldwide score on king's hero on his tv. he's fully focused, sat on the couch, but he doesn't seem to mind prompto sitting beside him--feet up on the coffee table and wiggling his toes--leaning heavily against him and going through his social media]
[he's getting a lot of text messages]
[prompto frowns, makes a bit of a noise]
Not... really...
[he's the type who speaks out when he types]
Dude, seriously.
[he's getting a lot of text messages]
[prompto frowns, makes a bit of a noise]
Not... really...
[he's the type who speaks out when he types]
Dude, seriously.
[ Noctis is pretty absorbed in what he's doing, quiet as he tries to beat his score. A particular round he's on has him tense, but he manages to beat the high score with little fanfare other than a brief, but sudden "yeah!" quietly executed.
He lowers his controller, looking over to Prompto when he huffs. Noctis, nosy, leans in. ]
What?
He lowers his controller, looking over to Prompto when he huffs. Noctis, nosy, leans in. ]
What?
["you'll have to ask him yourself"? well, fine then
prompto's approach would probably have been less... abrupt]
Noctis~ ✨ Want to help a girl out?
prompto's approach would probably have been less... abrupt]
Noctis~ ✨ Want to help a girl out?
[ Wow, rude????? That is not what the spare key is for, Prompto. Noctis was in the middle of an important match in King's Knight! And honestly, it takes him a second to register what he's talking about. Tail?
Oh! Oh she told him!
Noctis pauses the game, and the expression of curiosity seems to work well, because he lets it fall into something of quiet panic. ]
You--
Who told you that?
Oh! Oh she told him!
Noctis pauses the game, and the expression of curiosity seems to work well, because he lets it fall into something of quiet panic. ]
You--
Who told you that?
[prompto simmers down from the laughing he was just involved in, and peels his eyes away from the tv screen for a moment to glance at the time.]
[sure is past midnight]
[he feels pretty wrecked, but overall in a good sort of way, because today he had a lot of fun hanging out with noctis. what he does do now is grab for his sneakers and attempts to shove his feet into them.]
Yo, Noct, think I should head home now. Let's beat the next level tomorrow, yeah?
[sure is past midnight]
[he feels pretty wrecked, but overall in a good sort of way, because today he had a lot of fun hanging out with noctis. what he does do now is grab for his sneakers and attempts to shove his feet into them.]
Yo, Noct, think I should head home now. Let's beat the next level tomorrow, yeah?
[ That match even has Noctis laughing a bit, even if he isn't as boisterous as Prompto can be.
He looks over to Prompto as he starts putting his shoes on, then looks to the clock. Oh yeah, sure is past midnight. Bummer. But it's not like either of them have anything going on tomorrow.
Still. ]
But it's the weekend.
He looks over to Prompto as he starts putting his shoes on, then looks to the clock. Oh yeah, sure is past midnight. Bummer. But it's not like either of them have anything going on tomorrow.
Still. ]
But it's the weekend.
i want to say that this is the weirdest question you could ask me
even if my memory is shit i know im wrong
yes
extremely kidnapable
even if my memory is shit i know im wrong
yes
extremely kidnapable
there's some curious information floating around about officer hitori togusa! though he may seem like a man with a love of only the law, trusted information has it that his heart truly belongs to chocobos. he's quite the serious collector, and his love extends to even his pajamas!
[rumor spreading: achieved.]
[[ooc: this comment does not require a response.]]
[rumor spreading: achieved.]
[[ooc: this comment does not require a response.]]
[...it's some crazy hour in the morning, in which even prompto isn't awake for, still, meaning that it's way before sunrise. but his phone is blaring his obnoxious ringtone beside him, and he reaches out to catch his phone, to see who is this sociopath calling him. unlocking the screen only blinds him for a moment, and he's wincing, squinting as he lowers the brightness]
[then see noctis caelum on the caller id]
[what?]
Hnn... Noct?
[he answers, obviously, but prompto knows he's not sleeping on his bed. this is noctis's couch. the fleece blanket is itchy on his pasty legs.]
Y'know it's fuck in the mornin' and I'm in your apartment?
[then see noctis caelum on the caller id]
[what?]
Hnn... Noct?
[he answers, obviously, but prompto knows he's not sleeping on his bed. this is noctis's couch. the fleece blanket is itchy on his pasty legs.]
Y'know it's fuck in the mornin' and I'm in your apartment?
[ It's been weeks. Noctis couldn't seem to get that strange image out of his head. And it manifested in the weirdest way possible, while his arm had been stuck up the goddamned claw machine in the arcade. For some odd reason, the image of him being pulled-- Sucked into some glowing, crystalline structure that had completely engulfed him. Surrounded by hot, bright light until there was nothing but white.
What the hell was that all about?
He'd kept it to himself. Noctis had heard the experiences of others around Recolle, where strange "memories" come up during random experiences. But they're misplaced and make little to no sense. Noctis felt this first-hand, but part of him wants to brush it off as nothing more than mere imagination or... Something with his medication. It can't be real. The visual itself was horrifying, and he can't help but feel like someone was there. Noctis didn't see anyone, or even heard anyone-- It's as if the memory itself is fragmented and out of order, but he swears he felt a presence.
In his chosen silence, the odd vision has plagued his thoughts ever since. Haunted his nightmares. And it's this very night which that visual decides to come right back to him and make him feel as though he's suffocating and incapable of escape. This has to be the third night in a row that he's sat up in a cold sweat.
He's not sure why he dialed Prompto's number. Noctis hasn't wanted to call anyone about this, but in his half-asleep stupor, a feint desire to talk to his best friend about this dictates his actions.
Noctis is so out of it, he forgot Prompto had chosen to crash on his couch for the night. He's quiet for a second while that catches up to him, and he sighs. ]
Shit.
Sorry, dude. I forgot.
What the hell was that all about?
He'd kept it to himself. Noctis had heard the experiences of others around Recolle, where strange "memories" come up during random experiences. But they're misplaced and make little to no sense. Noctis felt this first-hand, but part of him wants to brush it off as nothing more than mere imagination or... Something with his medication. It can't be real. The visual itself was horrifying, and he can't help but feel like someone was there. Noctis didn't see anyone, or even heard anyone-- It's as if the memory itself is fragmented and out of order, but he swears he felt a presence.
In his chosen silence, the odd vision has plagued his thoughts ever since. Haunted his nightmares. And it's this very night which that visual decides to come right back to him and make him feel as though he's suffocating and incapable of escape. This has to be the third night in a row that he's sat up in a cold sweat.
He's not sure why he dialed Prompto's number. Noctis hasn't wanted to call anyone about this, but in his half-asleep stupor, a feint desire to talk to his best friend about this dictates his actions.
Noctis is so out of it, he forgot Prompto had chosen to crash on his couch for the night. He's quiet for a second while that catches up to him, and he sighs. ]
Shit.
Sorry, dude. I forgot.
It's been about a month. I'd be remiss in not checking in on you: how have you been, now that you've regained this app?
oh
hey dr lutece
uh yeah
yeah things are fine? still kind of getting acclimated
everything i installed for you working ok?
hey dr lutece
uh yeah
yeah things are fine? still kind of getting acclimated
everything i installed for you working ok?
[prompto is fresh out of the shower, wearing some sweatpants and a baggy shirt. the towel's around his neck and he's holding onto the ends of it with his hands. a first aid kid is on the coffee table, placed there beforehand, and prompto just kind of groans and flops down onto the couch, feet on the floor.]
I'm so pooped.
[he didn't stop to check if noctis is around]
Nooooct?
I'm so pooped.
[he didn't stop to check if noctis is around]
Nooooct?
[ He's exhausted after this week. It's been ridiculously confusing and... Quite frankly? A bit concerning. Seeing that there was this underground bunker at all is completely unnerving, nevermind the strange shift of the network and their portable devices. It's a security nightmare, with zero peace of mind.
He's surprised that he made it out of the disaster in the convention alive. And he's still completely sore and off-kilter. Which is why he's sleeping like a rock when Prompto allows himself in. He's got a key, after all, so it's not that shocking.
Noctis doesn't hear Prompto shower, but he wakes up shortly after. With his usual bed-head and one eye open, the other half-lidded, he shuffles out of his bedroom. Dragging his feet, he scratches at his stomach as he walks towards the kitchen for some cereal. He doesn't even notice Prompto on the couch until he's reaching up to the cabinet for a bowl.
He pauses. And though he's hardly awake, it startles him enough go say: ]
Where the hell have you been?
He's surprised that he made it out of the disaster in the convention alive. And he's still completely sore and off-kilter. Which is why he's sleeping like a rock when Prompto allows himself in. He's got a key, after all, so it's not that shocking.
Noctis doesn't hear Prompto shower, but he wakes up shortly after. With his usual bed-head and one eye open, the other half-lidded, he shuffles out of his bedroom. Dragging his feet, he scratches at his stomach as he walks towards the kitchen for some cereal. He doesn't even notice Prompto on the couch until he's reaching up to the cabinet for a bowl.
He pauses. And though he's hardly awake, it startles him enough go say: ]
Where the hell have you been?
I'll give you a word. Tell me what it makes you think of, and I'll reply.
[when prompto reaches noctis's apartment door, he realizes that he, in fact, left his keys inside, because he couldn't trust himself with not losing them. his phone is almost out of charge, but it tells him that it's barely past seven in the morning; there's no way noctis is up.]
[he tries, though, tiredly, to call him. phone on speaker, cloth-wrapped bazooka leaning against the door and gun inside his backpack, he starts obnoxiously ringing the doorbell.]
[prompto's exhausted, his eyes barely managing to keep open. he rests his forehead against the surface of the door and startles awake at the barking. yeah, all this noise should be enough to wake noctis up. hopefully.]
[he tries, though, tiredly, to call him. phone on speaker, cloth-wrapped bazooka leaning against the door and gun inside his backpack, he starts obnoxiously ringing the doorbell.]
[prompto's exhausted, his eyes barely managing to keep open. he rests his forehead against the surface of the door and startles awake at the barking. yeah, all this noise should be enough to wake noctis up. hopefully.]
[ For the last few weeks, Noctis has essentially been on his own. Save for the few times he's spent the night at Rosalind's, he's been recovering at home. What went down at the convention wasn't at all good for his brittle form. He definitely needs to get in shape, but he's useless when he's hacking a lung and in constant pain. At the very least, he's recovered.
Prompto is absolutely right to assume he's asleep. The phone doesn't wake him up, but the dogs and doorbell do. Sleepily, he groans, rolling out of bed and shuffling his feet on the floor. Since he's been home alone this whole time, he's in his sweats only, feet bare across the cold floor as he opens the door with his eyes nearly shut.
He furrows his brow, not yet noticing the bazooka. ]
Prompto?
[ He yawns, rubbing his eyes. ]
It's 7am... Lose your key?
Prompto is absolutely right to assume he's asleep. The phone doesn't wake him up, but the dogs and doorbell do. Sleepily, he groans, rolling out of bed and shuffling his feet on the floor. Since he's been home alone this whole time, he's in his sweats only, feet bare across the cold floor as he opens the door with his eyes nearly shut.
He furrows his brow, not yet noticing the bazooka. ]
Prompto?
[ He yawns, rubbing his eyes. ]
It's 7am... Lose your key?
[Happy not-as-much-of-an-infant day, Noctis! Rosalind isn't one for fishing, but she's not going to just let today slide by without comment. This morning, there's a large box waiting outside his apartment. It contains the following:
1) A detailed guide on more advanced techniques of fishing
2) A few expensive hooks and things (and things, whatever lures fish in, those colorful little fake flies)
3) A miniature figurine of Primus Optimum, the leader of the Transformers (who is not, apparently, a robot)
And a card, where Ros has written the following:
Noctis--
You're officially allowed to drink in this barbaric country. I'd wish you congratulations if you hadn't already gone through that rite of passage three years ago. As it is, I'd be more than happy to share a glass of wine with you over dinner one night soon, if you'd care to celebrate. Not tonight; I suspect tonight you and your friends will be celebrating your latest kill. (Do you even know how to gut a fish? I suppose you'll learn tonight. That is what you do with fish, isn't it?).
Happy birthday, Noctis. I'm glad to have the chance to celebrate this one with you.
-R.L.]
1) A detailed guide on more advanced techniques of fishing
2) A few expensive hooks and things (and things, whatever lures fish in, those colorful little fake flies)
3) A miniature figurine of Primus Optimum, the leader of the Transformers (who is not, apparently, a robot)
And a card, where Ros has written the following:
Noctis--
You're officially allowed to drink in this barbaric country. I'd wish you congratulations if you hadn't already gone through that rite of passage three years ago. As it is, I'd be more than happy to share a glass of wine with you over dinner one night soon, if you'd care to celebrate. Not tonight; I suspect tonight you and your friends will be celebrating your latest kill. (Do you even know how to gut a fish? I suppose you'll learn tonight. That is what you do with fish, isn't it?).
Happy birthday, Noctis. I'm glad to have the chance to celebrate this one with you.
-R.L.]
[A morning text.]
Checking up on you. How are you doing, Noctis? Now that last month is finally behind us.
Checking up on you. How are you doing, Noctis? Now that last month is finally behind us.
[ Oh god why is his phone going off in the morning? Noctis grabs his phone, which is resting on the floor of Rosalind's apartment, just beneath the couch that he slept on.
Absolutely wasted.
And now he's absolutely hung over.
Fucking... Fuck, it's Ardyn. He can't ignore texts from Ardyn. ]
just woke up
i have a lot of regrets
Absolutely wasted.
And now he's absolutely hung over.
Fucking... Fuck, it's Ardyn. He can't ignore texts from Ardyn. ]
just woke up
i have a lot of regrets
that would suggest the bed negates the agreement
which it doesnt
so no
which it doesnt
so no
misfire text; sometime this month when it's convenient!
complementing
2017-09-05 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
I just wanna cuddle and kiss him for the rest of the night
Are you trying to kill me? I think you're trying to kill me.
[ the irony in this is bad and you should feel bad ]
uh
mind elaborating on that?
uh
mind elaborating on that?
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