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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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This just feels lonely. As Noctis makes his way down the hall he has to wonder what this Prompto’s home life is like. He can’t help but find familiarity in the sense that Prompto’s family history in Recolle is particularly lonely, given that his mother abandoned him at a young age.
But it’s not like he can ask that or bring it up. Noctis follows Prompto’s suggestion and follows to his bedroom, met with a much lighter view when he sees decorated walls and a lived-in bedroom.
The first thing he notices are cameras. Pictures. Tons of tech parts and gadget clutter that instantly reminds him of Prompto’s bedroom back home. Seems he’s found some semblance of familiarity here that he can cling to. Noctis walks over to the desk, where Prompto’s digital camera sits. The brand is different but it looks nearly the same.
He manages a smile, exhaling a weak chuckle. ]
So you’re a giant technophile and photographer here too, huh?
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[he reaches for the charger cable, sitting up on his knees as he rolls it around his hand to put inside the bag.]
[getting up, he looks around for running shoes and a couple of socks]
[but now that his attention isn't so much on the mental checklist to have everything he needs, he focuses instead on what noctis just said. putting away toothbrush and hair gel inside his bag, the sound of the zipper closing gives momentum to his words.]
...what am I like over where you're from?
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His gaze flits to Prompto for just a moment, then back down to the camera lens he’s picked up. ]
Haven’t seen much of a difference yet, honestly.
[ Well, you know, aside from the big, whopping “you’re in a gay relationship with me” part. ]
Your personality isn’t all that different. Upbringing might be a little different but uh... I can’t really find a huge difference.
[ He sets the lens down, looking over to Prompto again to point at his face. ]
You’re covered in piercings, though. Kinda weird seeing you without them, actually.
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[he turns to look himself over in the mirror]
I don't think I could get a piercing without passing out.
[then back at noctis]
How many?
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Like six.
[ Looking up to the ceiling, he counts on his fingers. ]
Few on your ears, eyebrow, tongue.
[ He'll keep to himself that the tongue ring is his favorite. ]
I'm the one who almost passed out when you convinced me to get one.
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[grabbing his duffel bag and putting it over his shoulder, he moves towards the center of his room.]
Here it's like... don't even dream of doing any body mods. You're royalty, after all. So even if your dad's let you be your own man, so to speak, you can't really do all that many crazy things.
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I could barely do them back home. I hid the one I had under my hair as long as I could.
May not be royalty, but I had... Restrictions, I guess.
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[a pat on the shoulder, and prompto leads the way out of the house, locking up.]
It's not that bad. You got your own place and all.
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Still sucks. You know those Glaives march up and down my hall all night?
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Could have used that information ages ago. What gives?
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[he gestures in kind, loud hand motions]
It's only your first day, and you never said anything! Besides, you're the grumpy prince that tries to act too cool for school. The glaives listen t'your dad, but you got as much authority when things are chill in the city.
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It kept me up all night. I could literally hear their footsteps outside my door.
[ He sighs as he puts his hood over his head. ]
Even when things are chill, I feel like there are eyes all over me. It’s weird.
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[he puts a hand over noctis's shoulder, to show him that he's got prompto support, no matter what]
You could do with talking to your dad some time. Maybe.