[ The dreams are vivid. Ignis is used to having active dreams; a product of days spent slaving over texts and studies, over political treaties and organization. But these dreams are different, violent. Worlds upon worlds devoured by a great darkness, a storm.
Scourge? The city falling, Eos falling. The star he knows so well fading into the maw of the storm.
He wakes with a start, and he has a moment of bleary eyed calm before the world comes rushing back into focus.
Noctis. The journey to Altissia. Ramuh. The whole star disappearing before his eyes.
He pushes his way out of the pod and stumbles, steadying himself against it for a moment. ] Noct?
[ Nothing but the hum of machinery and the distant sounds of life within the station. He reaches for a dagger, for some weapon, anything. Perhaps the Armiger doesn't work here. Perhaps he's so far removed from his friends—
A noise. Feet on the metal flooring. ] Who's there? [ He needs to find Noct and the others. He needs to be sure that what he saw was nothing more than a dream. He refuses to believe anything else. ] Answer.
and we all float on;
[ Since his arrival on Thesa Station, Ignis spends a great deal of time mapping out the station and taking notes on the strange happenings within. One can never be too prepared. Information is key in strange, uncertain surroundings.
He's passing through one of the corridors when he catches someone staring up at the large screens posted throughout. He'd fallen victim to it as well, when trying to put together everything that happened before his arrival. He reaches out to touch the person's arm. ] I do not recommend—
[ And that's when something changes. When the distance between him and the other person is suddenly more than a few centimeters. He's floating up into the air, unable to control his trajectory. ] I suppose we could all stand to have a modicum of levity, however this isn't quite what I had in mind. [ Time to work together, stranger! ]
it's cold outside;
[ For much of his life, Ignis studied and trained to be prepared for all manner of events and environments. The tutorials are easy to complete, but Ignis spends his time familiarizing himself with the surroundings and technology.
He's just preparing to exit when he catches sight of a weak, dying set of embers. The kindling is wet, and no stones or ice packs have been set around the flames to contain the inevitable fire. ]
Would you care for assistance? [ VR or not, if this was the real setting, they'd both have frozen to death with an attempt like this. ]
wildcard; [ Find Ignis in the corridors? Maybe you both get pummeled with snowballs? Maybe you're stuck in the labs, trying to escape a slime? You do you! ]
ignis scientia | ffxv
[ The dreams are vivid. Ignis is used to having active dreams; a product of days spent slaving over texts and studies, over political treaties and organization. But these dreams are different, violent. Worlds upon worlds devoured by a great darkness, a storm.
Scourge? The city falling, Eos falling. The star he knows so well fading into the maw of the storm.
He wakes with a start, and he has a moment of bleary eyed calm before the world comes rushing back into focus.
Noctis. The journey to Altissia. Ramuh. The whole star disappearing before his eyes.
He pushes his way out of the pod and stumbles, steadying himself against it for a moment. ] Noct?
[ Nothing but the hum of machinery and the distant sounds of life within the station. He reaches for a dagger, for some weapon, anything. Perhaps the Armiger doesn't work here. Perhaps he's so far removed from his friends—
A noise. Feet on the metal flooring. ] Who's there? [ He needs to find Noct and the others. He needs to be sure that what he saw was nothing more than a dream. He refuses to believe anything else. ] Answer.
and we all float on;
[ Since his arrival on Thesa Station, Ignis spends a great deal of time mapping out the station and taking notes on the strange happenings within. One can never be too prepared. Information is key in strange, uncertain surroundings.
He's passing through one of the corridors when he catches someone staring up at the large screens posted throughout. He'd fallen victim to it as well, when trying to put together everything that happened before his arrival. He reaches out to touch the person's arm. ] I do not recommend—
[ And that's when something changes. When the distance between him and the other person is suddenly more than a few centimeters. He's floating up into the air, unable to control his trajectory. ] I suppose we could all stand to have a modicum of levity, however this isn't quite what I had in mind. [ Time to work together, stranger! ]
it's cold outside;
[ For much of his life, Ignis studied and trained to be prepared for all manner of events and environments. The tutorials are easy to complete, but Ignis spends his time familiarizing himself with the surroundings and technology.
He's just preparing to exit when he catches sight of a weak, dying set of embers. The kindling is wet, and no stones or ice packs have been set around the flames to contain the inevitable fire. ]
Would you care for assistance? [ VR or not, if this was the real setting, they'd both have frozen to death with an attempt like this. ]
wildcard;
[ Find Ignis in the corridors? Maybe you both get pummeled with snowballs? Maybe you're stuck in the labs, trying to escape a slime? You do you! ]