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kanrakixystix · 5 years

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Sink or Swim -- Corqi

Hey it’s me. I’m alive. I’m still writing FFXV but I’m super slow at it nowadays.

But hey! I finally have permission to post this publicly! So here we go! This was my entry for the @ffxvrarepairs charity zine I was a part of earlier this fall. I had a ton of fun writing it, too!

Title: Sink or Swim Pairing: Cor/Loqi (FFXV) Rated: T Summary: Loqi is forced to take time off before the harrowing events that will soon befall the Citadel, so he takes the opportunity to spend time with his overseas boyfriend before the Empire completely shatters his world. What is a shame, though, is that Loqi may be in over his head in more ways than one. Word count: 2,943

Time off wasn’t always afforded to high-ranking military officers, especially not when they were in the midst of war. There was planning to be done, maneuvers to practice, adjustments to be done to his mechs, but that would all wait for a later date. As he was told by the high commander, he was starting to look tired from overwork, and he was to take a mandatory leave, effective at the end of the week. Loqi could have argued, but the weight of this war and his efforts to ensure Niflhiem’s victory were beginning to wear on him. No measure was too great to pull his own in this war. He had has family’s name to consider, after all.

There was the matter of deciding how to spend his impromptu vacation, however. He could simply go home and spend his days enjoying his mother’s cooking – something else that he didn’t get to indulge in nearly as much as he would like to because of this war. Staying there, though, meant that he would have to hear his father ramble about his days serving the Empire before his accident rendered him incapable of his duties as an officer. Sure, he loved a good war story now and then, but Loqi’s father had a penchant for repeating the same ones that he had heard since he was a child. He could only listen to how he assisted Chief Besithia take down the Astral Shiva and how great a victory it was so many times. Then there was the constant grilling of tactics and plans that he always wanted to discuss…

Yes, his mother’s cooking would have to wait for some other time. Instead, he had a much more pleasant idea.

Without cracking an eye open, Loqi’s hand fumbled along the other side of the bed, and a pout pulled at his lips when he felt the sheets had already cooled. Of course The Immortal would be up at the crack of dawn on vacation. Groaning, he rolled over in the bed, which was significantly less comfortable now that he knew there wasn’t the weight of the other man beside him. Peeking from underneath the sheet, he was met with the glow of morning reflecting off of Galdin’s crystal waves. He lie quietly for a time, watching the water ebb and flow with the tide. To Loqi, it was magical as much as it was scientific, how gravity created the flow of currents and tides, but it was marvelous all the same.

The slow creak of the door to their room reached his ears, followed by the smell of coffee, then the dip of the bed beside him. A strong, large hand brushed the hair from his face and trailed down his cheek. Loqi couldn’t help but lean into it. Curse his touch-starved self.

“Is that for me?” he asked into Cor’s palm, skipping the morning pleasantries altogether.

“Nope,” Cor smirked and tipped the mug of coffee towards him before taking a long sip from the plain white mug. Asshole. “Yours is on the table if you want it.”

Loqi huffed, indignant as he sank further into the pillows and narrowed his eyes at him. He did this on purpose, and Loqi supposed he should give him more credit than he normally did. Cor’s ears were deaf to begging, even in the more – ahem – intimate of situations, so pleading with him to just hand him the damn mug was useless. However, if he got up an got it himself, Loqi would have to crawl over him to get to the coffee, which would not only leave himself wide open for the Marshal’s viewing pleasure, but it would force him out of bed, and that was the last thing he wanted to be. He was rather enjoying the waves crashing on the shore and staring at them from afar.

“Let��s get moving,” Cor drawled as he stood, stretching his arms over his head. “The beach is a lot nicer up close.” Yawning, Loqi curled his legs under him and sat up, allowing the sheets to pool around his waist to expose pale, soft skin. There were some small scars on his arms and chest. Such was the price to pay as a war mechanic, but it offered Cor a view that would become commonplace over the duration of their getaway. As Loqi rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Cor grabbed the coffee from the table and handed it to him. Of course, Loqi wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a proper ‘thank you,’ but he figured a gracious smile around the rim of the mug would suffice.

The beach was more or less foreign to Loqi. The only shorelines in Niflhiem were frozen over and caked with snow and ice. Topless? Forget it. If you wanted to get close to any water, you needed six layers of clothes and spiked boots just to traverse the shore. Loqi recalled a particular time he had gone on a research expedition with his father to the Chorovas Rift, and they had gotten so lost that they ended up on the shore of the Sathersea. He shivered just thinking about the chill that had settled in his young bones and nearly froze him to death.

Galdin Quey was different.

Donned in plaid short and an oversized tank top, Loqi shielded his eyes from the late morning sun as he stepped from the hotel room. Already, there was quite a crowd, though he knew most of them were only there to get their hands on the cuisine. True, it wasn’t as good as the food at Maagho in Altissia, but it came damn near close. Still, there were the few that were there the peace and quiet Galdin had to offer.

As he fell into step beside Cor, Loqi brushed his knuckles along the back of his hand. The gesture was simple enough, but between them, it spoke volumes. Oh, he knew the dangers of being seen in public with the enemy. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of the consequences of having fallen for a military man for the opposing side of the war. Quite often, he would remind himself that at any moment they could be facing one another in the heat of battle, and they would have to pretend that taking the other’s life would mean nothing to them. It was a hard pill to swallow, but just as subtly as he had grazed their hands together, Cor entwined their fingers – another silent gesture, but it made Loqi’s heart skip a beat, even if he wouldn’t admit that he squeezed his hand just a little to keep him close.

He would be thankful for the potential sunburn on his cheeks that covered the blush.

Off a little ways, people played in the water, disturbing the natural peace, but also enveloping themselves in its natural benefits. Not that Loqi believed any of them were taking a dip in the sea for health reasons, but the fact remained that there was an abundance of swimming, splashing, and his all-time favorite, screaming. Nothing drove him insane faster than the sound of a child shrieking for no apparent reason other than to hear themselves, except for Cor and his love of WATCHING them. Loqi had hoped beyond hope that they would simply stroll by them and not pay them any mind, but no, that had been too much to ask for. They idled at the end of the pier, beneath a large umbrella that casted as much shade as Loqi was with his eyes.

“Look at them,” Cor said after a long moment of staring out at a group of children near the shoreline.

“I see them.” Brushing his hair from his bangs, Loqi rolled his eyes and leaned on the railing in front of them. “They’re children. Loud children. Can we move on?”

“If the Empire continues their research and plans to control the Crown City, they might not ever get to smile like they are now, again.”

A long, irritated groan escaped Loqi’s lips.

“I thought we agreed upon hanging up our political difference for the duration of our stay,” he chided, then turned his head to look at the older man. Cor looked distant, as though he were here, but his thoughts – maybe his memories – weren’t. Loqi admitted that he knew only a minimal amount of Cor’s past despite his curiosity. He’d ask, and Cor would always give him the same answers. “And bore you to death with the details?” “Don’t you have anything better to do than listen to me ramble?” or simply, “Not tonight.” His gaze flicked between Cor and the children, and Loqi wondered if they were seeing the same thing. He was willing to bet not.

“Hey.” Standing upright, Loqi turned to face him fully. “We’re on vacation,” he teased quietly, and he gently swung their joined hands to and fro. “So…lighten up a little.” Loqi shifted from one leg to the other, suddenly uncomfortable with this weird vulnerability that only happened when he was alone with the Lucian.

Slowly, Cor shifted his gaze to him, and it was then that Loqi realized how grave of a mistake that was.

“Come on,” he muttered, taking advantage of the fact that their hands were still locked together to drag Loqi off of the pier and into the sand.

“What are you – ? Unhand me, damn it!” Loqi demanded. Even as Loqi struggled and tried to pull him back, Cor persisted. The closer they got to the water, the more Loqi panicked, and the more he fussed. He wasn’t afraid of open water, really. If anything, he was curious what was under there. Sure, he had a particular knack for machines, but marine biology was a fascinating science. Of course, he couldn’t speak from experience. That’s just what he had read in books and essays. No, water didn’t scare him.

As the water splashed his feet, he screeched.

“Cor, stop!” Then, and only then, did Cor turn to look at him, as did everyone else who heard the rather unmanly yelp. Shamefaced, Loqi turned his head away. Maybe this vacation was stupid. He didn’t know what he had hoped to gain from it, or what he expected, but the more heat continued to rise in his cheeks, the more it didn’t matter.

“What’s wrong?” Cor’s asked, but he couldn’t hear him. The steadfast thump of his heart racing in his chest and blood rushing through his veins and pounded in his ears. Finally, Loqi jerked his hand hard enough for Cor to let go – or did Cor let him go on purpose? Either way, he was free of him, but he couldn’t move. His legs felt like lead, and the longer he stood still in the soft sand, the further he sank.

“Loqi?” Cor tried again and took a careful step towards him. He wasn’t the only one. Suddenly there were others, asking him, asking Cor, if everything was all right. Overwhelmed, Loqi forced himself to move – away from the questions and prying eyes, away from Cor. Everything was happening so rapidly, and he just wanted the space to process it. Cor let him leave, though not without keeping a watchful eye, he knew. That was okay.

He just needed to breathe.

Eventually, the sun began to sink into the sea. That was when Cor came for him. The crowds bearing rowdy children and nosy teenagers had slowly dwindled, leaving only the couples and lonely dwellers – hunters, fishermen, and the like. Most of them occupied the restaurant, but not them.

Loqi let the water rush past his feet as he stood, mesmerized by the sunset. Yet another pleasantry that was only afforded to him when he set foot in foreign territory. The colors were warm, comforting. He felt like he could stare forever and get lost in the depth of its beauty.

“You can get closer, you know,” Cor suggested softly from behind, and Loqi tipped his head. He was still a little angry, though mostly at himself for overreacting. It was just a little bit of water, after all.

“Chasing sunsets now, Marshal?” he teased, and Cor chuckled. Loqi allowed himself to be enveloped in strong arms.

“I need something to do when I’m not chasing you,” Cor joked back, and Loqi smirked. They were silent for a moment, taking in the atmosphere, when Cor continued. “I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I shouldn’t have dragged you out like that.”

Shaking his head, Loqi sighed.

“No, I should have been upfront about this from the start,” he confessed, chuckling dryly. “Truth is, I don’t know how to swim.” Loqi paused, waited for the condescending snort, laugh, something. When it didn’t come, he turned around. As he did, Cor dropped his arms from around him.

“Now what are you doing? You’re seriously not going to try and drag me into the water again, are you? Because I swear to –“

Loqi’s rant came to an abrupt halt as he watched Cor shed off his t-shirt, which had him flushing for a whole new reason, but he still had no sunburn to blame it on. He bit his bottom lip and inhaled sharply. He wanted to touch. Oh, did he want to touch. Slowly, he lifted his arm, fingers twitching as he reached for Cor…only for him to step just out of reach. Now pouting, Loqi watched as he stepped past him and into the water, turning to face him.

“You want it? Come and get it.” Cor taunted, a playful glint shining in his damnably gorgeous eyes. Huffing, Loqi crossed his arms.

“No way! I just told you I can’t swim!” He hissed indignantly, and Cor chuckled.

“Despite what you or others might think, I won’t let you drown, Shorty.”

If the tips of his ears weren’t already red from drinking in the sight of Cor’s half naked body, the low-blow insult definitely set them ablaze. Without giving it another thought, Loqi tore his tank top over his head, fuming as he tossed it into the sand beside Cor’s. As Cor held out his arms – which only seemed to mock him further – Loqi stomped through the water.

“You know what? This is all your fault in the first place!” He yelled, pushing the water aside with each stride. “Just once, I wanted to come out here on peaceful terms. I wanted to get away from war and politics and not have to follow through with orders that destroy your home! But, no!” His palms slammed onto the surface of the water as he continued his advance, but Cor remained just out of reach.

“You had to talk about how the war affects the children and then get all distant. And then I can’t even help you or relate to you because you won’t tell me what’s going on in that stupid head of yours and instead you just take off into the water without asking me if I know how to swim!” He took another step, but the ground beneath him dropped off. Before he could stop himself, he sank, and the water’s surface rested just below his chin. Quick hands stopped him from going any further, though, and Cor lifted him easily. Gasping, Loqi hastily wrapped himself around Cor, arms and legs clinging to him for dear life, and all the while, Cor roared with laughter.

“What kind of boyfriend are you?!” Loqi squealed, and it only made Cor laugh harder.

“The kind that won’t let you drown, as promised,” he responded smoothly. Loqi would let it slide, for now, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still seething.

“Look,” Cor motioned out to the open water where the sun was starting to disappear into the horizon. Again, Loqi was lost in the colors. How could something so simple bring such an immense amount of peace? He adjusted, and he gave a soft, content sigh as he felt the pads of Cor’s thumbs trace small circles in his back.

“I was one of those children, once,” Cor explained softly. Carefree, never giving war a second thought, until it took away my family. My friends, everyone I ever cared about, gone. I was alone.”

Loqi wanted to fluster. He wanted to boast about the Empire, to tell him that they should feel worthy to have died by the hands of the glorious Niflheim. Instead, he frowned. Politics be damned, his lover was being open, for once, and he was going to be here for him. Silently, he tipped his head and kissed him. It was chaste, different from many of their past kisses that were usually rushed and left a taste just sweet enough for him to want more. This kiss was long, slow, and Loqi hoped beyond hope the it said everything that he couldn’t.

As they parted, Cor smiled, and held him just a little tighter.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” he confessed. “At least no one important.” As Loqi let his words sink in, he found himself running his hands through his hair, amused at how the silver hairs that were creeping in glittered in the dusk light.

“That makes us even, then,” Loqi declared, offering him an understanding smile.

“Even,” the marshal repeated, and leaned in, kissing Loqi again. The war was far from over, but Loqi knew without a doubt that one way or another, Cor Leonis was going to be the death of him. One day, he would make his peace with that. Today, he was going to enjoy the rest of his vacation.

#corqi #cor leonis #loqi tummelt #cor x loqi #final fantasy xv #ffxv #kanra writes

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empatheticscientist · 6 years

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@forgottenunit liked for a starter

She hated the clones.

Alright, that wasn’t exactly true. She didn’t hate them. She hated Besithia for making them. She hated that the Empire had fallen so far that their creation was considered okay. She hated what they were used for. They were also unnerving, of course. Blank expression and empty eyes looking back from inside tubes of fluid from figures hooked up to dozens of wires and cables. It was just disturbing.

And that’s not even talking about the ‘defective’ ones that were destroyed.

She felt her heart lodge in her throat as the blond boy - the blond clone - was announced to be defective, orders given to another scientist to mark it for incineration. He was just a little boy, clone or not. After only a second’s thought, she stepped forward. “Wait.” Both Besithia and the other scientist eyed her, irritation from the scientist, curiosity from Besithia. She hesitated, unsure what to say until the half-formed plan offered her some words. “It could still be useful for research purposes. Especially for DNA samples or behavior studies. Perhaps I can determine what’s causing these defections among the clones.Rather than terminating it, permit me to take it for research. Please?”

She held her breath as Besithia turned to face her fully, considering her for a long moment. A smirk hooked his lips before he finally answered. “It would be a waste of resources...” He thought about it for a moment longer, then nodded, looked at the scientist and nodded again, then headed off to continue reviewing the clothes.

Celene stayed where she was, looking after him before looking over at the ‘defective’ clone that she apparently now had responsibility over. “Alright, then. Come with me.”

#forgottenunit #i'm sorry this got so long #i hope this is okay

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marmolita · 6 years

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Well, I was tempted to ask 26, but I'm pretty sure I know the answer XD Sooo, 6 and 9?

lol yes good call, most shippable character is obviously Noctis.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Hmmmm, trying to think about this for FFXV. I know I said in the last answer that I don’t ship Prompto with any bro other than Noctis, but I’ve definitely read and enjoyed fic shipping him with the other bros if the writing is good enough (or the smut is good enough, like, I can see it more as casual sex than anything else). Also I wasn’t really into ignoct to begin with, that kind of gradually grew between reading fic and watching brotherhood like 5x and now I’m pretty strongly into it.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmm. Probably Aldercapt and Besithia I guess? Because I don’t have any idea of their motivations, so I can’t enjoy them as villains like Ardyn. Other than that, Dino irritates the hell out of me haha.

salty ask meme askbox

#ivorydice

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mzargentum · 7 years

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter II | Fit For A King

Chapter I |Chapter II | Chapter III

@ravagekamisama @aquathemermaidstripper @digitalkanvas @prettyprompto @insomniasix

“GAH! THAT WRETCHED BRAT!”, a heavily injured Chief Besithia raged at the sight of his destroyed laboratory as well as a decent portion of the facility. Muerlin certainly did a number on this place. Literally a third of it was flat against the snow burying many of its residents let alone billions of gil worth of equipment. “She will pay for this....I will bring that girl to her knees”, he continued envisioning tearing Muerlin’s tiny throat out with his large fist. The chancellor, as calm and collective as eve, examined the damage. “Now now, just a slight delay...nothing we cannot fix”. The ruined facility wasn’t much of a concern to him. He just witnessed the magnificence of his future bride and her divine power. All he was concerned over was retrieving her. The Chief knew this and it annoyed him slightly. “Tck...his radiance will not be pleased by this ‘slight delay’”, Besithia added expressing his irritation. He had every right to be. The Emperor would probably have his head. Iedolas Aldercapt didn’t really participate in much of anything, but he pretty much had a leash on every commanding officer in Niflheim short of Ardyn, and when he received word that not only did one of Besithia’s experiments temporarily put one of his facilities out of commission, but she also escaped...he was going to be anything, but pleased. “I’m sure I can assuage his excellency one way or another”, Ardyn affirmed with confidence. “Even so”, Besithia still impatient to capturing Muerlin, “the Pythoness must be intercepted and we can’t risk a worldwide investigation. It could spark...unwanted attention”. The chancellor smiled toward his concerned friend, “not to worry, dear friend, she will return to us in due time...on her own shortcomings. The Stormsender’s Daughter can’t hide in the shadows forever”, his eyes widened slightly with evil intent, “...but that doesn’t mean we can’t give her a little push”. Besithia smirked at his friend’s logic. He was right. The Pythoness was going to pay.

Meanwhile in Willownoire...

The sun peered into the windows of the homes throughout the sleeping kingdom. Mother’s and father’s snuggled their children close after soothing their nightmares from the previous night. The stray coeurl pups nuzzled against their mother’s firm bodies still pleasantly dreaming. Even the great behemoths spent their mornings prowling for their next meal, disturbing the fish within the clear lagoon. So gentle, so peaceful. “Your Majesty”, a light voice interrupted the tranquil daydream of Willownoire’s king. King Silvanus Zephyr CXIII turned his head slightly in indication of his attention to his servant, Leira. “My apologizes...you asked me to inform you upon King Regis’ arrival”, the elderly woman softly stated to the troubled king. “Yes...thank you, Leira”, the king kindly replied to the woman. She graced him with a smile and a light bow before exiting the room. Regis Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis, was a dear friend of the Zephyr’s. He rarely got to travel to Willownoire due to imperial watch. Though there were times he could sneak past the empire’s defenses. Thankfully, this was one of those times. Silvanus reached out to his friend recently as a personal favor. Usually most forget that even a king needs a friendly ear every now and again. Silvanus exited his quarters to meet his old friend by the hidden garden behind the kingdom. It was only accessible to a Zephyr. After all, it was Asteria’s favorite place to play. “Blessed be the Stars”, Silvanus shouted pleasants toward the Lucian king,“King Regis...as I live and breathe”. Regis chuckled at his friend’s dramatic greeting. They have sent many letters back and forth over the years. He was also aware that he was coming that day. “Spare me, you old fool”, the Lucian joked as he embraced his friend with a hug. “Have you been in good health?”, Silvanus patted his friend’s shoulder. “Quite so”. Regis nodded. “I can tell. You have a glow”, Silvanus gestured toward the Lucian king’s pale cheeks, illuminated by the morning sun, as he walked past him toward the garden. Regis shook his head with a chuckle at his friend as he followed his lead. He seemed in high spirits despite his seemingly desperate plea for his aid though he could tell there was something off. As they entered the garden, Silvanus’ smile dissipated. Protected by the cerulean hedges and their crystallized roses, he proceeded to divulge his emotions to his trusted friend. Luckily, Regis was already aware of what ailed him. “I can feel the weight of your guilt”, Regis softly yet firmed stated to his friend. A slight chuckle escaped Silvanus’ throat, “is it that obvious?”, the Willownoirian sighed in defeat. “You forget, I am also a father...”. There was not much else needed to be said that hadn’t been said or thought already. How could he do it? How could he give away his little girl? HIS DAUGHTER. The Astrals would be ashamed of him. WERE ashamed of him. Any father would be ashamed of him. Silvanus perched onto a marble bench lightly throwing his head back toward the sunlit sky. Hot tears forming in his violet eyes. Exhaling slowly, he opened his eyes letting his tears fall down the side of his face. “I betrayed her...”, the king spoke, his words shaky with grief and heartbreak. His friend joining him on the bench looking to the large pond in front of them. Watching the koi frolic under the surface. “Willownoire has survived under the shadow of the empire for decades...my father before me, his father...his father”. Regis shifted his gaze to his freind with a forwarded brow, curious as to where he was going with this. “...all strong willed men...all made their share of sacrifices”. “But not at their children’s expense”, Regis barked. Silvanus gritted his teeth at his friend’s comment. It was a low blow, but he knew he was right. He allowed his family to be divided out of his fear for his kingdom. He allowed his own flesh and blood to be taken from his grasp knowing full well he would possibly never get to hold her again. “Even the Fulgerian himself never would’ve done such a deed. We all know the legends”, Regis continued in a firm tone. “A King is bestowed his duty upon the day of his birth. It is his destiny. A father’s duty is bestowed upon the birth of his child. It is his privilege...and his legacy”. Silvanus taking in his friend’s words lowered his gaze to the pond. “How is the young prince?” “Noctis is well...”, the Lucian looked toward his ring of the old kings with a heavy anguish. Silvanus placed friendly a hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “The Chosen King will find his way”, Silvanus smiled to the Lucian. He did not have to explain. The young prince, Noctis Lucis Caelum, was destined to be the Chosen King prophesied to sacrifice himself to save Eos in the distant future. His son....destined to die. A burden his the Lucian king was not fully prepared to face. Regis nodded in gratitude at his the Willownoirian King’s gesture. Of course he understood. After all, his daughter was the Pythoness. Harboring half white and black magic. Half daemon. Destined to be despised by most. Destined to be alone. “...and the Pythoness will find peace”, Regis reassured his dear friend. Silvanus patted the Lucian’s shoulder. He shifted his gaze toward the sky, a gleam in his eye. For the first time in 5 years, Silvanus Zephyr was at true peace.

As the afternoon sun settled into the sky, King Regis had departed Willownoire to return to Insomnia. King Silvanus retreated toward his palace, his gaze hung low in deep thought. “Silvy...”, snapped back to reality by the soft, yet stern voice, he smiled sweetly to his beloved Ceres, his Queen. “Don’t you get tired of always brooding about? The citizens are starting to think we’re no fun”, she joked with a smirk. Hands placed firmly upon her hips. The king chuckled, “we cannot have that can we?” “No, we most certainly cannot. Not while my reputation hands in the balance”. Silvanus playfully rolled his eyes. Suddenly this was about her. “Imagine if the whole kingdom found out I was married to such a stiff? I’d be ruined!” “Well, I apologize for inconveniencing you, your Majesty”, the King dramatically joked with a bow. “As you should. No way will I let this kingdom think the Zephyr’s aren’t fun, for I, sir, am VERY fun”. “That you are, my love”. Satisfied, Ceres smiled and proceeded to head back into the palace. Her king following beside her. “So, how was the mighty King of Lucis?”, Ceres asked in a cheerful tone. She missed Regis’ company greatly, but was far too busy to take the time out of her daily commute. “Very well. He sends his regards”. She lightly giggled. “...and young Noctis?” She looked toward her king with slightly worried eyes. “I’m sure he is alright...he has Regis as a father after all”, he reassured his queen with a large smile. Ceres chuckled at her husband’s playfulness though she still seemed bothered. “They ought to be the same age...”, she whispered. The king’s heart cracked at his wife’s sorrowful tone. Ceres was the radiant star that lit up the darkness that brewed in his since he lost Muerlin, but he sometimes forget that while he wallowed for his sins as her father, Ceres was her mother. Silvanus wasn’t the only one who lost something those 5 years ago. “Yes...which means once this is all over, they can rule together against the empire. Hand in hand”. Ceres raised a confused eyebrow at her husband whom had an unfamiliar look of determination on his face. Against...the empire? Was he thinking....no..that’s ridiculous. ....isn’t it? Silvanus felt his queen’s stare and despite her general sprightly nature, she worried for his well-being. He was very stubborn and prideful, and still, after all these years, refused to deliberately give into his sorrows to his wife. Or “display weakness” as he called it. “Hey...”, Ceres softly addressed her husband placing a firm hand upon his chest stopping him in his tracks. She stepped in front of him leaning against her king’s heart, meeting his gaze with undying love and devotion. The man melted into her glittery blue eyes. “I know you’re not going to tell me everything and you don’t have to...”, the woman delicately spoke, “but...just remember...we’re a team...and whatever path you take, I will be right by your side...always”. Dearest Ceres, she always knew exactly what to say to mend her husband’s broken heart. He smiled at his beloved wife, gently placing his large hands upon her angelic face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She reached up gently clutching onto her husband’s wrist, a light smile upon her lips. “Ceres...”, he whispered to his love. “Yes?” Their faces mere inches from one another. “...you think I’m fun, right?” The queen scoffed playfully slapping her husband’s hand away before hastily retreating to the palace. “Idiot”. Silvanus chuckled chasing after his love. “Ceres, c’mon! Don’t you think I’m fun?” “No, but your son does. Why don’t you go bug him for a while?”, she gingerly waved her husband away. Silvanus stopped in the foyer, his wife continued on. “I love you!”, he shouted after her, the servants smiling at their banter. “You better!”, she replied with a chuckle, turning slightly and winking at her husband with a grin. With that, the king made his way to the right hallway. Who says the king of Willownoire was no fun?

“Wow...that’s really good”, Lord Ein, the eldest of the Zephyr children, chuckled at his younger brother, Taron’s, tower of building blocks. “Thanks”, the 4 year old said as he grabbed a green block from aside his brother. “What’s it supposed to be?”, the elder brother asked shifting to the side slightly so the boy could reach his remaining blocks. “A castle”, he answered gleefully, grabbing two more. “A castle? Who lives there?” He grabbed a few of his action figures to sit in front. “You...me...daddy...mommy...Gaea...Heira”, he listed as his grabbed one more sitting it in the middle. “Who’s that?”, Ein gestured to the mysterious figurine. “That’s Muerlin”, the boy answered looking at his brother with a duh expression. Ein looked at the four year old in slight shock, but refrained from questioning him further. “Right. Of course, it is....Muerlin”. Taron was born a year after Muerlin was taken, but it couldn’t be anymore normal to the naive boy. Ein on the other head had a more difficult time just accepting it. After all, he was there. He remembers it like it was yesterday. 10 years old, sweating bullets as he heard his mother’s blood curdling shrieks from outside her bedroom. A young maid being escorted out and vomiting on the stain glass floors. 4 hours of continuous panic until he heard his infant sister’s subtle cries. Leira finally granting them and Gaea access to view the small bubblefaced baby with short silver hair...only to watch her be taken away 14 hours later. Completely helpless. If only he could’ve stopped them....if only.... An abrupt knock on the prince’s door brought him out of his thoughts. “It’s open”, he replied granting his father’s entry. “Well, well would you look at this?!”, Silvanus enthusiastically exclaimed toward his sons. “Hi, dad”, Ein greeted his father with a chuckle. “Now what have we here- WAIT! Don’t tell me....ummmmm”, the king joked with his youngest son who giggled at his gesture. “It’s a castle!” “A castle! Of course! And is your brother helping you?” “No!”, Taron turns toward Ein with a smirk, “he’s just sitting there watching like a dope”. “Hey...you said you didn’t want me to help”, Ein protested. “I don’t because it’s mine”. The 4 year old satisfied with his logic continued with his masterpiece as Ein rolled his eyes and stood up approaching his father who was chuckling at his youngest son’s retort. “Funny...you were just like him back in the day”, he teased the collective young man. “Tch..yeah, right”. Ein crossed his arms watching the boy play. “I saw King Regis here earlier...by the garden”. The king shifted his gaze to his inquisitive son. Ein was quite sharp...sometimes too much for his own good. “Yes...he and I had a little chat earlier”, Silvanus said in a lightened tone hoping to ease his son’s mind. “Don’t you think that’s a little risky? With the empire breathing down our necks and all...?”, Ein turned toward his father, a stern look in his eye. Ein had the means to be king someday, but was never very keen on the idea. “The empire should be the last of your worries”. “Because you’re the only one whose neck is on the line?”, Ein retorted sharply at his father. Silvanus couldn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. “Taron’s never even met Muerlin...yet his mind is on her constantly. He thinks this is normal. That she’s just...on vacation or something. And who knows what Heira thinks?”, he stepped closer to his father, “what’re you going to tell them when she doesn’t come back?” Despite how much he wanted to deny it, his son had a point. To be honest, Silvanus was certain none of them would ever see Muerlin again...but negativity would get them nowhere. “That is not of true importance right now. What is is how deal with the empire”. Silvanus firm and poised watching his son frolic in naivety. “I will not serve them, dad...I don’t care of the consequences-”, Silvanus cut him off, in a relaxed tone, “you will not have to”. The prince turned toward his father, perplexed, “...what?” “You will not have to...”, the king met his son’s eye. “Willownoire will no longer live in the shadow of Niflheim. I cannot promise much...other than the fact that our people will prevail. Only with your help,” the king placed his hand upon the young prince’s shoulder, “...my son. Help me pave the way for your sister to follow and I promise you...Willownoire will prosper”. Ein was young, but he was sharp. Looking toward little Taron, he knew what his father was trying to tell him...and though it hurt, he knew it was his duty to aid the Pythoness. To aid his sister. He returned his gaze to his father and nodded, accepting his fate. Yes. Willownoire will prevail.

Meanwhile, on the southern side of the castle...

“Ow.......OW! Mom!” Ceres, startled by the sudden outburst looked down to see a frustrated Gaea, the second eldest of the Zephyr children, underneath rubbing the back of her head. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear”. “You need’a break?”, the 12 year old sighed, “I’m sure Heira would like a turn at the torture session”, the angsty pre-teen joked gesturing to the small girl playing on the sofa across from them. Heira was the youngest of the Zephyr children, only 2 years of age. “Now, now”, Ceres chuckled at the girl, “let your sister play. Besides, her hair is still fine since the last time I brushed it unlike someone’s”, the queen teased. “That’s because she doesn’t go anywhere”. “Or she just gets into less trouble”. Gaea huffed at her mother’s teasing and watched the child play. “I remember when you were that cute”, Ceres sighed jokingly antagonizing the fussy pre-teen. “I remember when there were only two of us”, she attempted to mumble under her breath only to receive a light smack to her cheek. “Simmer down, Squirrel Girl”, referring to Gaea’s chubby cheeks. “MOOOM! Ughhh!” Gara covers her cheeks with her hands. Ceres laughs at her daughter’s annoyance and gives one of her squirrel cheeks a loving kiss. Mmmmmwah. Little Heira, hearing the funny noise, giggled at her mother and sister revealing her nearly toothless smile. She places her tiny hands upon her cheeks squishing them imitating her big sister, but also crosses her eyes and sticking her tongue out making fart sounds. Ceres chuckles at her daughter’s humorous cuteness. Gaea on the other hand, rolls her eyes and shifts her gaze out the window. Silence invades the room for a moment. “What was King Regis doing here earlier?”, Gaea asks her mother, voice monotone. Ceres raises an eyebrow. She never expected her to be so observant. “Your father asked him here for a personal favor”. “Like what? Thinking of getting rid of Taron next?” The queen winced at her daughter’s question. Gaea protested Silvanus giving Muerlin away to the Nifs. She was only 7 years old when Muerlin was born. She was such a lively and eccentric child and was so excited about her little sister, but since that fateful day, her relationship with her father had strained. Taron was born only a year later. She wasn’t Ein, but she at least knew that her mom must have gotten pregnant right after Muerlin’s abduction. ...Then Heira only 2 years later. She loved her siblings, but couldn’t help but feel like her father was trying to replace the one he gave away to distract everyone from the fact that the empire had complete control over them. Most of Willownoire didn’t even know about Muerlin. Hell, pretty much all of Eos didn’t....but nobody cared because there was Taron and Heira. Like a Hydra. Cut off one head, two more grow in its place. “Your father wouldn’t do that...”, Ceres finally replied to her angry daughter. “Tch...he did it once”. “Gaea...”. “What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?” “Gaea”. “Then you can have two more babies”. “GAEA!” Ceres shouted startling little Heira. The baby girl dropped her toys onto the floor and started to cry. Ceres rose from her chair, “oh dear...”, she whispered as she made her way to the crying 2 year old, cuddling her close to soothe her. “Shhh...mommy’s sorry, pumpkin. She didn’t mean to scare you”. Gaea stood from her seat and huffed as she exited the room not saying another word. Ceres was angry...but could she be really? She knew how losing Muerlin effected Gaea...and frankly, she understood. She never really expressed it, but she despised the empire and the destruction it brought to her family. Frankly, she was sick of it. Enough was enough.

That night...

A dim azure flame flickers in the fireplace of the king and queen’s chambers where Silvanus is standing at his desk by the window. He stares intensely at a metal box with a crystal teardrop over the lock keeping it sealed. The only sound emitted in the room was the sparks of the fire. The king’s breathes were seemingly nonexistent. You would’ve believed his heart had stopped. Soon after Ceres entered the room, as lighthearted and cheery as ever, returning the king to the land of the living. She stretched. “Well, Heira and Taron are FINALLY asleep after 2 hours of storytime”, her cracking joints echoed through the otherwise quiet room. “Y’know, those two should read to me once in a while. It’ll be good practice for when I turn senile”. The king laughed at her joke. “...and Gaea?”, he asked meeting her gaze. “Oh, she’ll probably be home soon”, Ceres waved away at the question like it was nothing. Although her husband knew her better. He could hear the shakiness in his wife’s throat. He heard from one of the servants of the incident with Gaea earlier, but she clearly did not want to discuss it so he left it alone. Silvanus retreated from his desk and put out the fire letting the moon illuminate the room. He turned toward his bed to see Ceres sitting on the edge of her side staring toward the moon with her hands delicately placed in her lap. Silvanus approached the window, hands behind his back, to admire this glorious night. He released a sigh of satisfaction. “The moon is gorgeous tonight...the stars are chased silver”. A beautiful sight, indeed. The king was in pure bliss at the view. “Silver...”, his wife whispered, voice choked in her throat. He turned toward her noticing the tears flowing down her cheek glistening in the moonlight. “...like her hair”. Silvanus approached his wife, kneeling in front of her, and took her dainty hands into his own planting kisses onto them. He knew his wife went through hell to keep her composure these past five years. If anyone deserved a moment to cry, it was her. “I never got to hear her call me “mother”....never got to soothe her from her nightmares....tell her that there was no such thing as the boogie man....that last one would’ve been a lie because we let him take her away”. Her voice grew angry. Silvanus looked up to see her blue eyes begin to twitch. “We let him take her....”, he felt a low roar in the room. “Ceres”. “We let him....”, the roar grew louder, items in the room began to shake. “...take her”. The shaking worsened, glass was knocked off of shelves, the chairs and tables began to levitate. “Ceres”. “We let him take her”, Ceres began to shout as various itens were thrown about the room. The bed was elevated slightly. “Ceres!” “NOOOO!”, she screamed cracking the window before her husband grabbed her face with both hands forcing her to meet his gaze. The abrupt disturbance put her panic at rest before everything in the room was settled and silences was emitted once again. The woman relaxing into the man’s arms as he whispered sweet sentiments to her cooling her off. “...this needs to stop”, the queen finally speaks in a pant. Silvanus shot his wife a surprised face. “The empire...our family can’t bare this any longer....we need her....I need my little girl”, the queen sobbed. Silvanus clutching her trembling body against his chest, “she will come...the empire cannot fight the storm forever...we will pave the road for her to take...”. “No matter the consequence...”, the queen added. “No matter where she may go...the Pythoness will come home...and we will be waiting”.

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Phan Cam: Enter the Crownsguard (Part 2)

WARNING: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE USE OF SOME IMAGES. PLEASE DON’T FLAG.

>Galdin Quay at the Coast of Leide. On a cliff overlooking the resort, Verstael Besithia was messing around with Talcott Hester who is still under his control. Earlier that day, he had the young boy check himself into the resort and, once in his room, wrote the suicide note. Now all Verstael has to do is wait for Loqi to give the signal.

Controlling this boy as if he were a puppet on strings and even considering having him end his own life? ... Is it wrong that I am actually enjoying this? If only controlling my failed creation was this easy... You know, little Talcott, I once read on the Internet that an alternate plot for Episode: Prompto is that I would use that device to alter his memories to make him work for us. Sure, it is just the fantasies of a fan, but he does have a point. Maybe I will make it happen... After I’m through with you.

???????: Then you’re going to have to be disappointed.

>Verstael quickly turns to see Prompto standing there surrounded by defeated Imperial solders.

Verstael: What the!? How did you manage to get past all of these soldiers?

That’s an easy one... I had help.

>Then, two of the solders get up and remove their armor.

(gasp) I thought I’d never get out of there. How do the solders even breath in that armor?

It could be worse. (cough) Whoever was wearing this faceplate must have been eating Wild Onions.

Verstael: So this is what the King of Lucis sens. A useless puppet, a traitor, and an aging solder.

Cor: You’re one to speak of aging. Have you look in a mirror?

Verstael: ... Okay, now that’s below the belt.

Prompto: Anyway, we’re here for Talcott. So I suggest you hand him over.

Verstael: And what precisely will you do if I do not? Or did you for get this?

>Verstael snaps his fingers and Talcott nears the edge of the cliff.

Verstael: I suggest you stand down or this boy will join his grandfather on the other side.

Prompto: ... Do it then.

Verstael: Really? Are you so sure? You know what might happen to him.

Prompto: I have every confidence that whatever Loqi is going to gave you do to Talcott... It’s going to fail.

>Everything was silent for a moment. Then...

Verstael: ... So be it.

>With another snap of his fingers, Talcott, tears rolling down his cheeks despite the fact that he’s been brainwashed, jumped from the cliff to the waters below... But no splash.

Verstael: WHAT!?

>Verstael quickly goes to the cliff and looks down...

Huh. I guess it did work. Your plan wasn’t far off.

(holding the unconscious Talcott) That is true.

Verstael: Fine, you got the boy away from me. Did you forget that I’m the only one who can deactivate it. Now if you do not mind.

>Verstael tries to walk off, but he finds that his feet had been frozen to the ground. Then, he feels something on his back. He turns to see what it is.

Verstael: Is this really necessary?

Hey, I don’t let usin’ somethin’ like this, but you and that piece of shit, Loqi, didn’t give us much choice.

It cannot be helped. Loqi Tummelt chose to listen to the distortion within his heart.

Ryuji: Tha’s true. Alright, you old fart, shut down that device or this Plasma Hunter is goin’ off.

Verstael: ... Alright. I only played along because, being that I died in a DLC, I had nothing better to do.

Prompto: You want to die again?

Verstael: Not really... Deactivate!

Device on Talcott: Deactivating. Have a nice day, Master Besithia.

Verstael: Thank you.

>With that, the device deactivates and falls off of Talcott’s head.

Noctis: (rushing over) Talcott!

>Lunafreya places her hand on Talcott’s head and they glow.

Lunafreya: Blessed stars of life and light, deliver us from darkness blight.

>After they stopped glowing, Talcott gasps awake, but still a little weak from his experience.

Verstael: So, what will you do with me now? Kill me?

Prompto: You fulfilled your end of this deal, we’ll let you live to tell Loqi about this.

Verstael: ... Of course. There is nothing left to do now.

Prompto: Good. Gentiana, thaw him.

>With that, Gentiana releases her hold on Verstael and Team A leaves.

Noctis: Makoto, get us out of here.

I still think Ryuji should have done this. His Persona’s a pirate.

Noctis: But you have a licence, even if it’s just for the road. Besides, he’s the only one strong enough to handle that big gun of his. No offense.

Makoto: None taken...

(whisper) Your royal jerkness.

Lunafreya: Let us just hope the others are doing fine.

Makoto: If this works, it should change Loqi’s cognition.

>Back up with Verstael, he calls Loqi and explains what happened.

Loqi’s voice: WHAT!? How could you lose him like that!?

Verstael: Highwind and Leonis were hiding among the solders and I was left out numbered. The king and the Oracle were waiting for the boy at the bottom with a boat. Looks like you just lost your bargaining chip.

Loqi’s voice: ... No matter, there are other ways to get what I want.

>Meanwhile, in Loqi’s Palace, me, the rest of the Phantom Thieves, Gladiolus, and Ignis were outside a pair of fancy doors leading to the Club Member Floor. Then, the doors open.

Yes, we’re in!

Skull and Queen came through.

As did Noctis, Lunafreya, and Prompto.

Okay, let’s what’s-

Hold on. There’s someone there.

>As the doors open, we find that someone was there. It looked like Loqi, except his armor was solid gold and when he looked at us... He had golden eyes.

Shadow Loqi: Welcome to the Club Members Floor! I see that even the lapdogs of the King of Fools are here.

I take that’s Loqi’s Shadow?

Yes. This is what we told you.

Listen, we didn’t come here to play any of your little games. We’re here for your Treasure and you cannot stop us.

Shadow Loqi: Really? Well this is my domain. You better follow my rules are there is going to be trouble.

As thieves, we won’t be following your rules just like that.

Shadow Loqi: I see. Well, you’re about to find out what happens if you don’t play by my rules. (begins to sound irritated) Because when people stop playing by my rules, I make them very very sorry! Men, escort these people out now!

>Shadow Loqi quickly leaves as three Shadows appear and change shape.

Oracle: Persona!

>Necronomicon scans the three Shadows.

Oracle: Got it! They’re weak to Wind.

Mona: Then I’ve got this. Persona!

>I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

>Gladiolus and Ignis join in as well.

>All the Rakshasas just use Giant Slice. Luckily, Gladiolus is resistant to Physical attacks. Zorro uses Magarula. It knocks two of them down. Mona passes the baton to me and Fortuna uses Garudyne on the Rakshasa that’s still up. It knocks him down.

Joker: Now, let’s do this!

>After the attack, the Rakshasas were still up. Fortuna uses Magarula. It knocks them all down again. I simply attack one of them and it is gone. Ignis does the same with his polearm and Gladiolus with his greatsword. The two remaining Shadow were gone.

Galdiolus: That was easy. I guess his cognition did change.

Oracle: He wasn’t expecting something like rescuing Talcott to happen, so his guards were unprepared.

Panther: So what now? Do we go in and explore some more?

Joker: Not right now. Loqi’s cognition is unstable at the moment so the security level must already be raising. Let’s come back here when he’s calmed down a little.

Ignis: Right. We shall return soon.

>With that, we leave the Palace for now.

>In a room at Galdin Quay, Talcott was resting on a bed as we arrive. Then he gets back up.

Noctis: Easy there, you haven’t been yourself for some time now.

King Noctis? I... I’m sorry. They... captured me and Iris near the hideout and...

Noctis: It’s okay. I don’t think anyone could see what would happen.

Unless they were a fortuneteller. Like the one I always go to... Sorry, should have kept quite.

Gladiolus: (not happy with that) You think?

Talcott: No. The guy with glasses who I don’t know was just telling it as it is.

>Talcott tries to get out of bed, but is too weak to do it.

Noctis: I said to to take it easy. You still have to recover your strength.

I don’t think they treated him very well. I don’t think they even fed him.

Talcott: I was still aware of what was going on even while I was under their spell. They fed me some mush which wasn’t very good and when it was time to sleep, they made me sit in some chair. I think Iris tried to give me some of her leftovers from her forced dinners with Loqi Tummelt, but the device would let me eat them and he caught her and forced her to stop. So yes, I am a little hungry.

Cor: Coctura said she closed the restaurant for the day, so we’re free to use the cooking station.

Ignis: That’s nice of her. I can make us something... Which I can’t right now, because I was just in the other world and now tired.

Ren: If this resort gives massages, you might regain the energy needed.

Ignis: Really? I never much thought about it.

Noctis: I never like massages. Too rough on my back.

Lunafreya: That is not what you said when I did it.

Noctis: Only because you have the hands of a goddess. And besides, I thought I made a good masseur for you.

Lunafreya: (smiling) Fair enough.

Ignis: Anyway, shall we?

I shall come, too. I’ve never had a message like this.

I just hope Becky doesn’t ’t get jealous for letting someone else give me a message.

>Me, Yusuke, Ignis, and Gladiolus head to the message lounge.

Aranea: I don’t think the kid’s going to wait.

Cor: Right. Better get started. My Military Man’s Banquet should do fine.

Aranea: I don’t know if that mess will be enough. I think Miss Mercenary's Cassoulet is much better.

Cor: They don’t have Anak Meat here.

Aranea: Well that sucks.

Lunafreya: I do not think you have to worry about what to feed Talcott.

>Lunafreya points at the cooking station to see a dish has already been made.

>There is also a note with it.

I already took the liberty of making something for the child. I will be back soon after me, Umbra, and a mutual friend of ours go and collect something to help the Phantom Thieves with their task.

-Gentiana

My she’s fast.

Well she is a Messenger. Of course she would do something like this.

>As the others take the Feast of the Divine to Talcott, me, Yusuke, Ignis, and Gladiolus were talking.

WARNING: Male hotness involved but nothing too revealing. So please don’t flag.

This is nice. I never thought a message would be so good.

I can. I should ask if Becky could message us both.

I’d rather that you give me a message.

>We both smile.

Sound like you two are having fun.

You can’t blame them, though. I also kind of know how they feel.

Gladiolus: ... Maybe when no one’s looking.

>They smiled too.

Ren: By the way, Ignis, that curry you made last night was pretty good.

Ignis: Yes. Not to brag, but my Garden Curry is one of my specialties. Of course, your curry was good, too.

Ren: I have Boss to thank for that. He taught me how to make Master Curry and it’s been a real help during our heists. Same goes for my Inferno Curry.

Ignis: Yes, I’ve heard. Your Inferno Curry is really spicy. Yet both curries are very delectable. Master and Inferno. I wonder if I add from my Garden Curry. I would probably... THAT’S IT! (gets up and his towel falls off... good thing he was wearing skivvies under that towel)

Gladiolus: What’s up, Iggy?

Ignis: I’ve come up with a new recipe!

Oh my god, he said it!

>After we finished with our massages, we return to the room.

That looks so good. Do you mind if I have a taste?

Talcott: Hands off! Gentiana made this for me.

Ryuji: (laughing a bit) Besides, you might too many carbs.

Care to repeat that?

Noctis: Relax, you’ll forget about Gentiana’s dish after you taste my Mother & Child Rice Bowl.

????????: You should choose your next words wisely, even if you our the True King.

>We turned to see Gentiana, Umbra, and (to our surprise) Lavenza.

You’re here?

Me and these Messengers have visited the Velvet Room many times before.

Bark!

Yeah, whatever, pooch.

>Lunafreya made a scowl at Morgana. Guess she knows what he said.

I mean, good to see you Umbra.

>Lunafreya smiles as if to say, “Much better.”

Lunafreya: Where did you three go off to.

Gentiana: Against our better judgment, we brought someone who might be of some help in the task ahead.

Makoto: You have? Who?

Lavenza: Someone who knows more of what is happening now...

Because where and when he came from, it already happened.

>Then, another came into the room. Our jaws all dropped... Especially Noctis and Talcott.

Noctis: No way.

Talcott: I... I know you... You’re...

I know. You’re a bit surprised.

Talcott: You do?

Future Talcott: Trust me... Ten years ago, I was sitting right where you are now when this happened.

No kidding. I know you’re Talcott...

But you’re actually quite cute as an older person.

You do know he’s from the future, right? That makes him way younger than you.

Future Talcott: He’s got a point.

I can still look.

Noctis: Anyway, what brings you here?

Future Talcott: Something you may not like... It’s about Iris.

Gladiolus: (worried) What happened?

Future Talcott: All I can tell you is that saving me didn’t change Loqi’s mind. He’s still going to force her to marry him.

>We were shocked.

Shit! So we rescued you for nothin’!?

He did he even do that?

Future Talcott: According to Iris’s future self, Loqi developed new magitek armor. More dangerous and stronger than the others. He said that if she didn’t marry him, he would unleash it upon the Crown City.

Prompto: Seriously!? Right after we just got it back and rebuilt it?

Noctis: Guess he’s desperate now.

Makoto: When did she tell you this? ... Or when will she tell you this?

Future Talcott: March 14. As a White Day gift, he let her go to say her goodbyes before the official preparations for the wedding can commence.

Makoto: Then we have our deadline. Loqi Tummelt will let Iris visit Gladiolus and their friends on the 14. That means we have to finish securing a route and send the calling card no later than two days prior, March 12. We have until then to give him a change of heart.

Prompto: You know I just realized, if this is mostly to get at Noct, how come he never uses the MA despite getting married?

Future Talcott: I don’t know. Iris said she never saw the MA... No one has. Except maybe Verstael Besithia and Caligo Ulldor. But I don’t think we can get what we want from them now.

Prompto: Fair enough. We did give Verstael quite the scare.

Noctis: Hold on, there’s still one more thing I don’t understand... Why is everything still the same?

Gentiana: What do you mean?

Noctis: You brought this Talcott from the future and yet you let him meet his younger self. Isn’t that against the rules of time travel to meet your younger or future self because it would cause all of time to become undone?

Lavenza: There are a few loopholes... Young Talcott, how did you know that this Talcott is your future self if this is the first time you met him?

Talcott: Well, when I saw him... He looked just like Grandpa when he was young.

Future Talcott: I’m meeting myself now. And I sense a connection between us.

Noctis: That sounds a bit like me?

Akechi: Like you?

Lunafreya: Noctis has been known to use Umbra to switch minds with his future self. Which begs the question... How is Talcott’s future self physically here?

Lavenza: That’s why I’m here. Umbra can only bring another through time mentally. And only those who can wield a Persona can use the Velvet Room to travel through time. However, Gentiana found a way to combine both powers to allow someone who doesn’t have a Persona to travel through time without have to meet the requirements of time travel.

Prompto: Requirements?

Ryuji: First, you gotta leave your body behind. Second, there’s gotta be a version of you at your destination.

Akechi: Third, once you’ve arrive, you can only move forward as per the rules of time. And fourth, you cannot not change the past, but the future is not set in stone.

>We were a bit silent by what Ryuji just said.

How did you know that?

Harry.

And he told Peter.

Futaba: I guess that makes sense.

>Noctis and his friends were a bit confused.

Gentiana: I shall explain later.

Future Talcott: Either way, I’m here now... And I want to help.

Noctis: Are you sure about that?

Future Talcott: What that ugly old crackpot did to me may not have been that traumatic for me, but I can’t just let Iris marry someone she doesn’t love. Even if it is to protect our people. She deserves better.

Gladiolus: I agree... Though, speaking as her brother, better’s going to be awhile.

>We laughed a bit and begin discussing our next move before the 14.

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