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[ VIDEO ] un: chocobro
[ It's mid-morning when this video goes live, the camera auto-focusing on Prompto's face as he kneels "steathily" in what appears to be a hallway, his back pressed up against the wall even as he grins stupidly at the screen. Prompto isn't one to easily be found in a bad mood, but he appears to be exceptionally giddy today. The reason why? Well...
In a hushed, excited whisper: ]
Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -
[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]
See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!
[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]
Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -
[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]
Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -
[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]
Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...
[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]
In a hushed, excited whisper: ]
Heeeeeeeey. Hey! Heyyyyy! Goodest of good mornings to ya! I've got, like, a crazy big announcement to make! Wait for iiiiiiiit, just - okay, okay -
[ He starts creeping down the hall in his crouched position, as if he's approaching wildlife that should be considered dangerous. And this is certainly dangerous. Prompto swivels the camera's view around to face forward as he tiptoes to just outside the doorway to Alisaie's study, where she's just visible through the ajar door, sitting at her desk, reading out of a book and drinking from a steaming mug. She seems to be unaware of his presence...for now. ]
See her? I know, right? An actual elven goddess, as clever as she is brave and loyal, a hero to the people and a scholar - also, a total hottie. Okay, but get this - I - me, Prompto Argentum - asked her to marry me - hah - and she totally said yes!
[ The last word is spoken with such a feverish high pitch that only dogs could probably hear it. He moves around the doorway just a biiit more so he can attempt to focus in on the engagement ring Alisaie is wearing, which really just makes the picture as fuzzy as hell because he's still in the hallway, but whatever, it's there on her hand and it looks great in person!! ]
Check it - booya! Look at that rock! Oh man, you guys, it was sooooo romantic, there were rose petals and fireworks and birds were singing - probably -
[ Prompto turns the camera back on himself as he just sort of...slouches back against the wall and laughs nonsensically with a hand against his face, which might seem a tad concerning for anyone who doesn't know him, but this is just his way. ]
Oh, man - I still can't believe it! I don't even know the first thing about planning a wedding... [ Even if his best friend was supposed to get married back home, it's not like Noct was at all involved with the planning of it, so Prompto has no example to follow there! He also stops remembering to whisper riiight about now. ] Like - we need a DJ, right? Pretty sure we need a DJ. Anyone out there a sick DJ? Am I gonna have to take my own photos? Plus, we're gonna need the best cake imaginable 'cause Miss Sweet Tooth in there -
[ Of course, this is when the door to the study swings open wide, with Alisaie appearing in it as grave as a ghost with a look that could kill, and Prompto's phone goes clattering to the floor, providing a unique perspective on what will likely be his brutal murder. ]
Oh, crrrr - hi, sweetheart! I was just...
[ As he grabs for his phone again, the feed cuts out, RIP. ]
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But since it might be a little exhausting for her to relay her entire life story to him over these pancakes, he nods eagerly at the mention of the Scions. ]
Yeah, tell me about 'em! You guys were basically, like...a team of superheroes, right?
[ is he wrong tho ]
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Superheroes? Gods, no.
[ she knows what those are now tho, how exciting!! either way, she shakes her head through a smile, cutting into her pancakes. ]
In the beginning, the Scions were mainly my grandfather and his disciples. Y'shtola and Thancred, Lysa, Papalymo, Minfilia.. and, of course Urianger, who is as a brother to me.
[ and whom she misses powerfully, or so her expression reads. ]
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Ah! So, superheroes.
[ Look, it's a compliment, coming from him. Just roll with it!!! ]
...Urianger? Did I say that right? What was he like?
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Ah, he is - well, he is.. different.
[ her smile is quite fond, however. also: ooo-ree-ahn-jay, ftr. ]
He is incredibly smart, and quite stoic, but he was always.. very kind to me, and supportive, if a bit of a mother hen.
[ "a bit" is being generous, really; urianger certainly beats alphinaud out in the fussing category. ]
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LET ALISAIE SAY "DUDE" ]
Yeah? I can imagine someone like that, pretty easily. [ Ignis, of course, even if he was more subtle that outright stoic. They need people like that - people who will fuss over them, keeping their best interests at heart when they themselves do not. ]
He kept you out of trouble, huh?
[ Or, you know. Excessive trouble. ]
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Well, he tried.
[ alisaie's smile twists, as she forks a mouthful of pancakes into her mouth. delicious, so sweet, such succulent chocolate morsels.. ]
And succeeded, sometimes. It is he who gifted me my crystal rapier.
[ you know, the one she uses pretty much all the time. ]
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That so, huh? Hah. Definitely one way to keep you out of trouble, then. Oooor a way to get yourself out of trouble.
[ Since, yeah, it seems to be her default weapon of choice. He can't blame her — it's pretty neat!
...Just not as neat as his chicken knife. ]
And you guys were...fighting the Calamity together?
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No. When the Calamity befell Eorzea I was still in Sharlayan, not yet of age, too young to join them. But grandfather was there, yes, along with the earliest Scions. I was not able to leave for five years yet, and even then, I did not join with them straightaway.
[ she was too heckin angery to play well with others.. ]
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So...what were they up to when you did join 'em?
[ Were they just lying in wait for the call like any superhero team worth their salt... ]
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[ easy, right? granted, for her part she hardly did much, arriving as late as she had. alisaie had busied herself in.. other ways. ]
And keeping tabs on the warriors of darkness, whom I had been tracking. [ she pulls a face. ] .. poorly, i must admit.
[ clearly though, it's still hard to admit!! she lifts a hand to her shoulder, rubbing gently over the fabric of her jacket, where the messy scar sits beneath. well, one of them. ]
'Tis how I received this. I took a poisoned arrow to the shoulder, it was.. unpleasant.
[ that is, she nearly died, naturally. ]
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I bet. [ He can tell she's downplaying it, too, but for her pride's sake, he doesn't ask more about the injury. She took an arrow to the shoulder and not the knee, so she could still be an adventurer. That's good. ]
Who are these sons of bitches, anyway? "Warriors of darkness", I mean.
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They.. well. Do you remember, long ago when we had lunch at the wyvrnest, when you asked me whether or not people could travel across realms?
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Yeah...yeah, I do. They've got somethin' to do with that?
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Yes. It was they who did it.
[ alisaie sighs, thoughtfully. ]
You told me of how your world went to darkness, and I answered that a world lost to light was no better. That is what happened to them. Their home was engulfed it in, blinded, burned, and so they answered the call of an ascian, who promised them salvation, should they kill the warrior of light. And so they traveled to our world.
look who finally deigned to tag this thread!
And the warrior of light is...who, exactly?
[ It sounds vaguely familiar, like she's mentioned the title in passing before, but she's never explained exactly who - or what - the warrior of light is. Some kind of...world savior? Like Noct? ]
you're welcome, feel privileged, peon
Well, he started out as an adventurer many years ago, but he was soon recruited to the scions. He possesses great strength, and is one of few who boasts the power of the Echo.
[ which is.. more to explain, right. ]
That is, he was blessed by Hydaelyn with certain.. abilities. The Echo can manifest in many ways, and some show more skill with it than others, but among other things, it offers a resistance to primal influence. One with the Echo cannot be tempered. So it was up to him to take down many opponents that we could not.
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[ Also, what is an ascian? He needs a glossary of terms, good grief. He should be writing this down somewhere. ]
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[ it was a long while ago, she's not sure if you retained hydaelyn: a history. ]
The darkness she cut away from herself is known as Zodiark, the dark god of chaos, in opposition to her light. The ascians are his acolytes, and they have sown chaos across the realms for eons. They fear the warrior of light, and how strong he is in her gift.
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Hang on.
Perhaps he's jumping to conclusions, but he asks all too quickly: ]
You don't think...could Eos be one of the fourteen?
[ It would make sense, wouldn't it? Zodiark, the ascians - they could have sent the Starscourge. It adds up, and while he'd always thought their worlds close...he hadn't perhaps considered just how close they could be. ]
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Aye, I have thought as much myself. Considering how very much our homes have in common, I am quite convinced that Eos must be one of the reflections.
[ she had felt so.. at home with him from the very first moment they met. their worlds are so different in many ways, and yet far more similar than any other world she has heard of, here. that their homes must be adjacent to her own warms her heart so deeply. they were never very far apart at all. ]
The moment you told me about your Starscourge, I immediately thought of the ascians. They have taken many forms across the realms; they are timeless, limitless, and their work is subtle and insidious. I would not at all be surprised to learn that they were the first to introduce it to Eos.
[ before simply.. withdrawing to watch the chaos unfold. ]
It is their goal to bring about the destruction of the worlds. Many have already succeeded. Each time a reflection collapses, its death ripples to Hydaelyn, bringing with it catastrophic destruction.
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He likes to think that they would have. That either here or there, they were always meant to...find each other, like this.
He takes her hand in his, squeezing it softly. ]
Has that...happened often? Worlds collapsing, I mean.
[ He can't bring himself to think that Eos might have become one of them. That's not what the prophecy foretells, and so far...well, it hadn't been wrong. ]
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[ and hydaelyn has suffered for it. great floods and fires, earthquakes and ice ages, each portending the fall of a world, collapsing back into the source. many scholars even say that bahamut himself, and the fearsome damage he wrought was one, as well. though of course it gives her no joy to tell him this, to erode his hope, but then.. what does it matter now, when their homes are gone? ]
But not to all. The world from which the Warriors of Darkness hailed was able to be saved, in the end.
[ she can only hope the storm has spared them a second tragedy. ]
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He lets her hand go, picking at the remainder of his pancakes. ]
Really? So, are they gonna cool it on the whole..."trying to kill the warrior of light" thing?
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Yes. They were desperate to save their world, but now that it has been saved, they can rest.
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[ The sons of bitches. But if their world was saved, hopefully that means they could turn over a new leaf. Find a more peaceful way.
If, you know, the world hadn't been destroyed in the end anyway.
He lets the conversation lull for a moment, mulling things over in his thoughts, pushing around his last bit of pancake around with his fork before he glances over at her, eyes lowered to exactly where he knows a much larger scar exists beneath her clothing. ]
...How'd you get the other one?
[ The big one, anyway. He's well-acquainted with all the scars on her body, but this one in particular stands out from the rest. ]
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