[Noctis lingers for a time, staring at the images of the wretched creature until he cannot bear it any longer. He shudders as he turns away, cringing from the echoes of the dragon's agony and rubbing at his arms to try and quell the crawling sensation. It doesn't help much, and he wonders why these images affect him so, not realizing that the feelings are the same for others who stop to look as well. But even without the unsettling itching and ghostly wails, the images are haunting enough on their own -- enough so that as Noctis tries to find anywhere to look but at still more screens, he turns to one of the others here - your character, perhaps.]
What... what happened?
[Bewildered, Noct finds himself reminded of the twisted pain of many of the daemons back home. He finds himself pitying the creature.]
2. Mecha Piloting, Aww Yis
[After having fought with mechs in the past, Noctis isn't overly fond of them on principle. Even with magical durability and healing, bullets and missiles and punches with metal fists hurt! And yet... the idea of being able to pilot one - especially for cleanup work rather than combat - sounds way too cool for him to pass up! Some of the ever-present tiredness melts away as his eyes light up in excitement at the idea, and he grins. (This is like something out of a movie or a video game! Gods, he misses those...) Even the revelation that he'll have to pilot it with someone doesn't daunt him. Two player? No problem!
He's not quite bouncing with excitement, but his eyes are definitely alight with it as he lifts a hand to wave to his assigned partner.]
Hey. You ready?
[Aww yeah - he may be kinda scruffy and in need of a shave, but he was born ready for stuff like this! Maybe. Hopefully.
Listen, he likes driving fast and reckless in cars, and he's already daydreaming about the fun shit you could pull off with a mecha, so uh... he probably better hope his partner isn't a slow-and-steady type or this mecha is probably gonna faceplant two steps out the door.]
3. Slimes are friends not food!
[This ... this isn't where Noctis meant to go. Not by a long shot. Nope. He's lost now, and there are a dozen of blobby slime things looking at him and whoever else is lost with him. He glances from the slimes to the lab equipment to the door he just came through and back to the slimes again.]
Uh...
[Honestly, after the wildlife on his home world, Noctis is braced for the adorable slime creatures to attack, and he pulls a sword from his armiger in preparation; the blade makes a faint shattering sound as it materializes as if from crystal.
But the slimes just bounce around and sludge up, smiling brightly and - is ... that one blowing bubbles? Oh no. Oh no. There's a pink one that is bouncing against his leg and looking up hopefully.]
They're... actually pretty cute.
[He's doomed. Noctis lets go of the sword, and it disintegrates again, as he bends down to gently poke at the pink slime. It burbles, and it's just so silly and adorable that he can't help but smile. And then he pets it - or well... tries to. It's kind of sticky - but he does his best!]
Hey there, little guy.
[Except the rest of the slimes take this as an invitation, and suddenly there are about eight slimes jumping on top of him to snuggle, and Noctis yelps as he's knocked on his butt and swarmed. Uh ... a little help here? Even if he's laughing a bit, not all the slimes are as harmless as the pink bubble blowing one and he might need some help to avoid getting his eyebrows burned off.
Or worse: adopting one as a pet. Listen, just because he looks like an adult and mostly acts like one now doesn't mean he should be allowed to make all his own decisions, ok.]
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[Yeah so Noctis definitely just stared at the form for a while before taking the lazy way out and pressing auto, except now he kind of regrets it because wow he feels incredibly called out right now???]
Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV
[Noctis lingers for a time, staring at the images of the wretched creature until he cannot bear it any longer. He shudders as he turns away, cringing from the echoes of the dragon's agony and rubbing at his arms to try and quell the crawling sensation. It doesn't help much, and he wonders why these images affect him so, not realizing that the feelings are the same for others who stop to look as well. But even without the unsettling itching and ghostly wails, the images are haunting enough on their own -- enough so that as Noctis tries to find anywhere to look but at still more screens, he turns to one of the others here - your character, perhaps.]
What... what happened?
[Bewildered, Noct finds himself reminded of the twisted pain of many of the daemons back home. He finds himself pitying the creature.]
2. Mecha Piloting, Aww Yis
[After having fought with mechs in the past, Noctis isn't overly fond of them on principle. Even with magical durability and healing, bullets and missiles and punches with metal fists hurt! And yet... the idea of being able to pilot one - especially for cleanup work rather than combat - sounds way too cool for him to pass up! Some of the ever-present tiredness melts away as his eyes light up in excitement at the idea, and he grins. (This is like something out of a movie or a video game! Gods, he misses those...) Even the revelation that he'll have to pilot it with someone doesn't daunt him. Two player? No problem!
He's not quite bouncing with excitement, but his eyes are definitely alight with it as he lifts a hand to wave to his assigned partner.]
Hey. You ready?
[Aww yeah - he may be kinda scruffy and in need of a shave, but he was born ready for stuff like this! Maybe. Hopefully.
Listen, he likes driving fast and reckless in cars, and he's already daydreaming about the fun shit you could pull off with a mecha, so uh... he probably better hope his partner isn't a slow-and-steady type or this mecha is probably gonna faceplant two steps out the door.]
3. Slimes are friends not food!
[This ... this isn't where Noctis meant to go. Not by a long shot. Nope. He's lost now, and there are a dozen of blobby slime things looking at him and whoever else is lost with him. He glances from the slimes to the lab equipment to the door he just came through and back to the slimes again.]
Uh...
[Honestly, after the wildlife on his home world, Noctis is braced for the adorable slime creatures to attack, and he pulls a sword from his armiger in preparation; the blade makes a faint shattering sound as it materializes as if from crystal.
But the slimes just bounce around and sludge up, smiling brightly and - is ... that one blowing bubbles? Oh no. Oh no. There's a pink one that is bouncing against his leg and looking up hopefully.]
They're... actually pretty cute.
[He's doomed. Noctis lets go of the sword, and it disintegrates again, as he bends down to gently poke at the pink slime. It burbles, and it's just so silly and adorable that he can't help but smile. And then he pets it - or well... tries to. It's kind of sticky - but he does his best!]
Hey there, little guy.
[Except the rest of the slimes take this as an invitation, and suddenly there are about eight slimes jumping on top of him to snuggle, and Noctis yelps as he's knocked on his butt and swarmed. Uh ... a little help here? Even if he's laughing a bit, not all the slimes are as harmless as the pink bubble blowing one and he might need some help to avoid getting his eyebrows burned off.
Or worse: adopting one as a pet. Listen, just because he looks like an adult and mostly acts like one now doesn't mean he should be allowed to make all his own decisions, ok.]
Social Linked
[Yeah so Noctis definitely just stared at the form for a while before taking the lazy way out and pressing auto, except now he kind of regrets it because wow he feels incredibly called out right now???]
@nightfisher (30), Eos
I'M SKILLED IN: fishing, video games, sleeping, improbable inventory storage, avoiding vegetables, and fighting
I'M LOOKING FOR: a nap
ALSO, I'M: tired
[... a nap sounds so good right now though. Damn you, overly-accurate app!]