Who: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, and Ignis Scientia
When: July 6th onwards
Where: Prompto's place and Noct/Iggy's place
What: Bonding needs to happen stat, but so do some important conversations.
Warnings: TBD
Starters below because there's a lot of threads about to happen here.
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[At least he's accomplished something.]
It works for now.
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Dork. Don't you guys have a fireplace?
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But either way, time to artfully dodge the noogies, i.e. flail and end up with half of the blanket on the floor and a chunk of hair sticking up oddly.
Embarrassing.]
Augh! Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have anything to put in it yet. It's been hot up until yesterday.
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Dude, there's people selling firewood in town. Why didn't you guys get some?
[Eh, whatever. Prompto grabs the blanket and hands it back to Noct.]
Iggy around?
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[Ignis is the one with the magic now, and he might be able to create his own fire by this point. Noctis would be surprised if he wasn't able to, honestly.]
Not right now. He had to go run some errands or something. Maybe he's getting firewood.
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[Deep breaths, Prompto.]
Cuz I think we maybe should talk. About. Home.
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We can. What about home?
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Couch then? The living room's closest if you want to go in there.
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[He gestures to his...general everything as they make their way to the living room.]
My fur's getting thicker.
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[He is very ambivalent on the whole to his friend growing fur. He is less ambivalent to himself growing fur, but that's one reason why he's wearing pants.]
Is there more of it all over or just in the same places?
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[Prompto flops down, mindful of said hurting ass.]
So.
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[He flops down next to him, sitting on part of the blanket and tossing the rest over the back of the couch.]
So...?
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So we found the Crystal eventually, then?
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[Ugh.]
Should I just start from there?
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Yeah, start there.
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[He tugs at his armband. Six, he's never going to be able to say this without the bottom of his stomach falling out and his fingers going numb.]
There's a...barcode, under that. Has been since I was a baby. I'm...I'm a clone. Meant to be an MT, until someone decided to get me outta the lab.
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[Of course Prompto unlocks it, he's the techie, he'd be the one to figure
out
wait.
What. Don't mind him, he's just going to lean over and see if he can check out that barcode.]
You're telling me there are people inside those robots?
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N-no. I don't know the details, it was all a bit, y'know, biobabble and traumatizing but...b-basically, their head scientist wanted to use daemons to power MTs! And daemons are...were people. But using adult people who lived a normal life didn't work. So clones. And lots of people that look like me in vats.
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[He's clearly not, and Noctis doesn't think he is, but he's having trouble wrapping his head around all of that. Niflheim's weaponized daemons, news at 11, but he'd assumed that the MTs were just what their name sounded like--magitek.
He smooths his thumb over the barcode a couple times, before putting his own hand over it.]
...Shit...so all the ones we've killed up to this point...?
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