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kittycaterer) wrote2018-04-20 10:10 pm
kittycaterer) wrote2018-04-20 10:10 pm
Recolle AU/OU COMBO BREAKER PSL - Prompto, Ignis and Noctis
[ Often times, Noctis would wonder when he would become like the normal citizens of Recolle. When he would become blissfully numb and unaware of the oddities that often fell upon those who lived there. With the Retrospec app comes the strange awareness of everything, and when it's taken away? Nothing.
He watched Gladio go from being in disbelief to the world around him to being completely unphased. As if he didn't even notice anything. Often times, Noctis wishes the same would come of him. The second he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar apartment and equally unfamiliar bed, he realizes he's not even one step closer to that.
The alarm buzzing from the cellphone on a nearby nightstand is unfamiliar as it yanks Noctis from a dead slumber. His eyes open to the morning light spilling through the windows, and he rolls to his side to turn off the offending sound.
It's not his phone.
Noctis sits up quick to try and figure out how to turn it off. It's a smart phone, but not at all like the one he has. When it shuts off, he's met with a wallpaper. Himself and Prompto; not weird, but...
They're wearing uniforms in it. Prompto grinning his usual, stupid grin with his hair matted down, a green-striped tie loose around his neck in a blueish blazer. Noctis' hair is significantly shorter in this picture. Prompto and him never went to school together. He's only known him a couple years at best. It's then that a text message comes through, the name not unfamiliar but.
Definitely unexpected.
Dad:
Noctis, it is 12:30.
You were to be here for briefing at 10, as we discussed.
Son, I understand you are newly graduated, but please remember your duty.
You are two days from 20 years and no longer a child.
I've sent Ignis to retrieve you.
- Message sent Sunday, August 28th M.E. 755 12:30PM ]
What?
[ Noctis' eyes go wide, looking at the phone as if something has started to crawl through it. Not only is he being told he's 19 years old, but duty?
What?
He rips the blanket off of him and jumps out of bed. He's only in his boxers, but he doesn't think about that when he yanks the curtains open to see that this is not the city that he is familiar with. This obviously isn't his penthouse in Recolle, and this...
This looks like... ]
... This... Isn't right...
[ Oh god. Oh no. Oh no, this is Insomnia. ]
He watched Gladio go from being in disbelief to the world around him to being completely unphased. As if he didn't even notice anything. Often times, Noctis wishes the same would come of him. The second he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar apartment and equally unfamiliar bed, he realizes he's not even one step closer to that.
The alarm buzzing from the cellphone on a nearby nightstand is unfamiliar as it yanks Noctis from a dead slumber. His eyes open to the morning light spilling through the windows, and he rolls to his side to turn off the offending sound.
It's not his phone.
Noctis sits up quick to try and figure out how to turn it off. It's a smart phone, but not at all like the one he has. When it shuts off, he's met with a wallpaper. Himself and Prompto; not weird, but...
They're wearing uniforms in it. Prompto grinning his usual, stupid grin with his hair matted down, a green-striped tie loose around his neck in a blueish blazer. Noctis' hair is significantly shorter in this picture. Prompto and him never went to school together. He's only known him a couple years at best. It's then that a text message comes through, the name not unfamiliar but.
Definitely unexpected.
Dad:
Noctis, it is 12:30.
You were to be here for briefing at 10, as we discussed.
Son, I understand you are newly graduated, but please remember your duty.
You are two days from 20 years and no longer a child.
I've sent Ignis to retrieve you.
- Message sent Sunday, August 28th M.E. 755 12:30PM ]
What?
[ Noctis' eyes go wide, looking at the phone as if something has started to crawl through it. Not only is he being told he's 19 years old, but duty?
What?
He rips the blanket off of him and jumps out of bed. He's only in his boxers, but he doesn't think about that when he yanks the curtains open to see that this is not the city that he is familiar with. This obviously isn't his penthouse in Recolle, and this...
This looks like... ]
... This... Isn't right...
[ Oh god. Oh no. Oh no, this is Insomnia. ]
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[crutches in hand, prompto gets to move around easier now. he continues looking at noctis.]
I'll give you some privacy.
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Er... Right. Thanks.
[ He looks over towards the closet, then back to Prompto. ]
Just need a few minutes. I’ll come out in a bit.
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[prompto explains, hurriedly, and feels his anxiety going overboard. you don't want to have to explain all these things while wearing just your underwear, too, but also under the circumstances that you may not actually get your boyfriend back?]
[he does feel like crying.]
[he peaks inside the bedroom, voice shaky, although he doesn't step inside; all these things are making him feel more and more out of place, helpless.]
Uh, Noct? Ignis is here... Your Ignis.
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He finds something simple, choosing black jeans and a loose-fitting v-neck. But he stops as he pulls the shirt over his head, holding the hem over his belly. Noctis is briefly distracted by the scar around his navel, small, but deep. Like he’s been cut open there. If what Prompto said about his health has anything to do with this, maybe he had undergone surgery often?
He feels... Sad. Noctis looks at himself and there’s a face here he doesn’t recognize. He’s there, but—
The door opens again, Noctis shoving down his shirt hem when Prompto calls. He turns his head, brow raised. Ignis? ]
What?
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[he's going past prompto. because despite ignis being well aware of who prompto is, he owes his eternal allegiance to noctis before any other blond kid in the premises.]
[he stops in shock at what he sees. noctis looks like shit.]
Astrals. What happened to you?
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He certainly doesn’t look any different but not as fit as Noctis remembers. His hair is even shorter. Noctis stops in his tracks, absolutely baffled. If not a bit embarrassed when Ignis very quickly points out how awful he looks. ]
Er—
[ He looks down at himself, pulling in his jeans that are still too big. ]
He’s... I’m...
Sick? I guess?
What the hell is going on?
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[is the quick response, ignis catching sight of several artifacts in the background for medical assistance. he excuses himself and steps further inside the room, quick to study those contraptions, working his way towards the bureau where the medicine bottles are in.]
[first and foremost, he's got to make sure noctis remains alive despite his illness]
Come here. Have you had any of these yet?
[he motions towards the medicines]
[ignis did his fair share of research on his(?) phone and knows enough to know that he is in another ignis's life, in a city called recolle. the information his life "here" was surmised, and although shocking that this is happening at all, ignis rolled his eyes real fucking hard at the astrals and immediately went on to check on noctis. luckily, here he was.]
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Ignis is here. Ignis has his head twisted on seemingly tighter than Noctis can manage, and so he responds. He listens and walks towards Ignis, where he hovered over a gathering of various pills and equipment. Noctis keeps glancing at that oxygen tank and thinking of seniors who are wheeled out of a home. ]
No? I was busy trying to take stock of who I was after just waking up.
[ Astrals, some of these pills are huge... ]
Is he dying?