[ You know...Alisaie is a bit sharper than Prompto would like sometimes. A bit sharper...and a bit more direct. She doesn't make it easy to dodge her scrutiny, but still he attempts to. It's not meant to brush off her concern—really, he's touched by it, just as he had been back in El Minha—but he doesn't want to worry her unnecessarily. It's not like...he can talk to her about what's bothering him. He...doesn't even know if he's correct in his assumptions.
But like hell he's going to ask Noct or Gladio and find out.
Gods, this is such a mess. ]
You bet! I-I'm peachy keen. I, just, uh—wanted to get out for a little bit. [ And quick to deflect the conversation away from himself, as he starts to walk: ] H-how've things been since we got back, anyway? Haven't seen you since El Minha.
[ Maybe in passing, around the kitchen and such, but they haven't stopped to catch up in some time. ]
[ it's the elf eyes. and the genius thing. she sees all.
she also sees that prompto is deflecting, but.. well, far be it for her to pry where it isn't wanted. whatever is bothering him, clearly he does not want to address it or speak about it; she has given him two openings to do so, and he's slunk away from both, so that is that. he's made himself clear, and alisaie, as a very private person herself, will hardly begrudge him his secrecy.
even if it's eyerollingly obvious that he is far from peachy keen.
but anyway!! she falls into step beside him easily enough, her eyes on the treeline. ]
Oh, hardly worthy of note. New faces forced into labor, of course, but things have been quiet.
[ She doesn't press him again and...he's not sure how to feel about that. Should he have said something? That would've felt awfully presumptuous. She can't want to hear about all his issues, all the things that are weighing down his mind. And even if she did...is he ready to talk about them?
...Hadn't that been part of the reason he'd called her?
—Whatever. He missed his chance anyway, so...small talk it is.
At least the weather's cleared up a bit, and Alisaie's company is undeniably nice. ]
Heh...'course you'd say that. [ He slants a grin at her. ] You seen Astoria around at all?
[ not unless you count the barely-there memories of, you know, being knocked unconscious and kidnapped. the way alisaie's mouth sets into a thin line more than clearly reinforces the fact that she.. is definitely still mad..
but she hardly wants to argue with him about it again, especially when he seems so nervous, so she'll keep her sharp words behind her teeth, beneath a sigh. ]
[ If she were around, he would undoubtedly have more questions for her, and honestly, he feels lucky to have had even the conversation he did with her. Having to wait until they were back from El Minha to speak with her had nearly driven him crazy. If he had had to wait much longer, he might've lost his mind—or worse, confronted the others about it.
But now, his suspicions have been all but confirmed, and he is feeling no better for it. Was he better off in the dark? ]
Kinda strange how she seems like she's here, but isn't here, isn't it? —A-anyway, I think she might be responsible for all the rain.
I, uh, talked to her. Recently. Said she thought she was sick. If she has as much control over this place as she does, maybe...her being sick can affect the weather, too?
[ Does that mean the rain has been like her snot??? Gross... ]
[ that astoria is powerful has already been well established, but to have emotions that can inadvertently control the weather?? good lord. nevertheless, prompto does not deserve to be the displaced target of her frustration; count to ten, alisaie.. ]
[ ...On second thought, yeah, bringing up Astoria was a bad idea. Of course Alisaie would ask this—she's sharp and focused and interested in learning what she can about this world and the one who brought them here. They have certainly talked about other things...but...
Man, he's terrible at this. What does he want here? He can practically hear Aranea's voice echoing in his thoughts, asking him this same question. He was supposed to be getting better at this, at opening up and being honest about his feelings, but this is all so sudden and unfamiliar and new and Alisaie is the closest thing he has to a friend here, outside of those from Eos. He doesn't want to...mess this up. What if he scares her off, the moment she realizes just how anxious and worried he is all the time?
Is it worth the risk? ]
She...asked about El Minha. I...tried contacting her while we were there, too, but...nothin' but static. Guess she was out of range...heh.
[ meanwhile, during prompto's inner turmoil, alisaie is busy being irritated. it isn't prompto's fault, and honestly, she's glad that he is able to give her at least a little bit of news, but it's difficult for her not to be aggravated by the very mention of astoria, and alisaie is.. not really very good at concealing her feelings. ]
Considering she can pop around to other worlds to snatch people from their business, I highly doubt she could be "out of range."
[ seems fake, tbh.
but alisaie soon sighs, and attempts to smooth her hackles. jumpy as he seems to be, she should not vent her spleen at him right now. ]
Anyroad, how have you been? I trust your journey back was as uneventful as mine.
[ That's...fair, though Prompto isn't wholly convinced Astoria can pop in and out of worlds. She can just reach into them somehow, maybe. But he's learned better than to argue over Astoria's virtues (or lack thereof) with Alisaie. ]
Eh...can't complain. I got to leave El Minha with a few souvenirs and a bunch of batteries for my camera, so I made out petty well! Aaand I got this thing.
[ Ah, why didn't he think to show her this sooner? It's good and distracting! Prompto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small metal cube, holding it aloft in his hand for her to see.
[ He's going to go with a stuffed moogle, because a spoon and a pillow are kinda boring!! No offense, Alisaie. Plus, moogles are cute. Prompto holds up a finger and stops in place, turning to face her. ]
One stuffed moogle, comin' right up! Feast your eyes—
[ Prompto lets the moment linger, to drum up the dramatics, of course, before he concentrates hard on the little metal cube. It begins to shift and pull, the metallic surface giving way to soft, plush fabric and a mix of colors. As it comes to a rest once more, Prompto is now holding a stuffed moogle in his hand—although it is still fairly small. He only has so much surface area to work with!
Holding it out to her with both hands, he beams over the crown of the doll's head at her. ]
Just call me a genie, gurl, 'cause your wish has been granted! [ ... ] You don't...really have to call me a genie. But how cool is that?! Ten out of ten, right? A real showstopper!
i mean, it's a very small stuffed moogle, but still. alisaie gapes for a few moments before - carefully, like the thing might explode - lifting the little plush from his offered hands. but no, it doesn't explode, it just stays there, being a stuffed moogle. amazing. ]
[ Yeah, it's probably cursed by the spirit of some vengeful ghost, but Prompto just thinks it's a cool as heck knick-knack. Plus, it might really come in handy sometime! Like, when he needs a toothpick or something, and can't find one.
Real handy, yep. ]
One of the merchants from El Minha gave it to me. I was runnin' a lot of favors for him, so...I guess he wanted to pay me back somehow! Sure beats a box full of rubber ducks, anyway...
[ In her hands, the stuffed moogle changes again, taking on the form of a bright, happy rubber duck. ]
[ Her reaction brings a genuine smile quickly to his lips, and a slight blush to his cheeks. He's still a little embarrassed that he got hustled so badly, but if she really liked it...maybe it wasn't such a bad deal after all. ]
Yeah? Y-you think so? [ He lifts a hand to the back of his neck. ] Heh...I brought a few back with me. Managed to get rid of most of 'em so Gladio wouldn't have a fit, but...I couldn't just throw the others away!
[ It would've been wasteful! So now Prompto is surreptitiously hiding several rubber ducks beneath his mattress. It's fine. ]
[ He takes back the duck, and as he does so, it reforms again, taking on the shape of a ball this time so Prompto can toss it up and down in the air, giving his hands something to do. They may have veered away from talking about what's troubling him, but he's still a little anxious, and the preoccupation helps. ]
More like he has some quarrel with fun! [ Okay, no, that's a little harsh. He rolls a shoulder. ] Nah, he just thought they'd take up unnecessary space. Sooo I put them somewhere he'll never find 'em!
[ ...They will definitely squeak if he rolls over too hard. ]
[ gladio didn't seem particularly un-fun to her when she had met him, but to be fair, anyone would seem un-fun next to someone like prompto. he's so.. energetic. ]
Did you put them under your bed?
[ or in a closet - she's definitely getting a mental image of gladio opening the closet door only to be drowned by an avalanche of rubber ducks.. ]
[ As amusing as that would be (and Prompto would snap a picture of that so fast), no, her first guess was correct, and Prompto looks to her quickly, bewildered, nearly dropping his ball. ]
Y-yeah, that's exactly what I did! How'd you know?
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But like hell he's going to ask Noct or Gladio and find out.
Gods, this is such a mess. ]
You bet! I-I'm peachy keen. I, just, uh—wanted to get out for a little bit. [ And quick to deflect the conversation away from himself, as he starts to walk: ] H-how've things been since we got back, anyway? Haven't seen you since El Minha.
[ Maybe in passing, around the kitchen and such, but they haven't stopped to catch up in some time. ]
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she also sees that prompto is deflecting, but.. well, far be it for her to pry where it isn't wanted. whatever is bothering him, clearly he does not want to address it or speak about it; she has given him two openings to do so, and he's slunk away from both, so that is that. he's made himself clear, and alisaie, as a very private person herself, will hardly begrudge him his secrecy.
even if it's eyerollingly obvious that he is far from peachy keen.
but anyway!! she falls into step beside him easily enough, her eyes on the treeline. ]
Oh, hardly worthy of note. New faces forced into labor, of course, but things have been quiet.
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...Hadn't that been part of the reason he'd called her?
—Whatever. He missed his chance anyway, so...small talk it is.
At least the weather's cleared up a bit, and Alisaie's company is undeniably nice. ]
Heh...'course you'd say that. [ He slants a grin at her. ] You seen Astoria around at all?
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I have not seen her even once.
[ not unless you count the barely-there memories of, you know, being knocked unconscious and kidnapped. the way alisaie's mouth sets into a thin line more than clearly reinforces the fact that she.. is definitely still mad..
but she hardly wants to argue with him about it again, especially when he seems so nervous, so she'll keep her sharp words behind her teeth, beneath a sigh. ]
'Tis.. for the best, like as not.
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[ If she were around, he would undoubtedly have more questions for her, and honestly, he feels lucky to have had even the conversation he did with her. Having to wait until they were back from El Minha to speak with her had nearly driven him crazy. If he had had to wait much longer, he might've lost his mind—or worse, confronted the others about it.
But now, his suspicions have been all but confirmed, and he is feeling no better for it. Was he better off in the dark? ]
Kinda strange how she seems like she's here, but isn't here, isn't it? —A-anyway, I think she might be responsible for all the rain.
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though, to be fair, it draws attention away from prompto, and whatever is bothering him, so i mean, it's working out in his favor. ]
Why is that?
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I, uh, talked to her. Recently. Said she thought she was sick. If she has as much control over this place as she does, maybe...her being sick can affect the weather, too?
[ Does that mean the rain has been like her snot??? Gross... ]
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alisaie scoffs softly. ]
How convenient for us.
[ that astoria is powerful has already been well established, but to have emotions that can inadvertently control the weather?? good lord. nevertheless, prompto does not deserve to be the displaced target of her frustration; count to ten, alisaie.. ]
Did she tell you anything else of import?
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Man, he's terrible at this. What does he want here? He can practically hear Aranea's voice echoing in his thoughts, asking him this same question. He was supposed to be getting better at this, at opening up and being honest about his feelings, but this is all so sudden and unfamiliar and new and Alisaie is the closest thing he has to a friend here, outside of those from Eos. He doesn't want to...mess this up. What if he scares her off, the moment she realizes just how anxious and worried he is all the time?
Is it worth the risk? ]
She...asked about El Minha. I...tried contacting her while we were there, too, but...nothin' but static. Guess she was out of range...heh.
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Considering she can pop around to other worlds to snatch people from their business, I highly doubt she could be "out of range."
[ seems fake, tbh.
but alisaie soon sighs, and attempts to smooth her hackles. jumpy as he seems to be, she should not vent her spleen at him right now. ]
Anyroad, how have you been? I trust your journey back was as uneventful as mine.
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Eh...can't complain. I got to leave El Minha with a few souvenirs and a bunch of batteries for my camera, so I made out petty well! Aaand I got this thing.
[ Ah, why didn't he think to show her this sooner? It's good and distracting! Prompto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small metal cube, holding it aloft in his hand for her to see.
It sure is...a metal cube. ]
Check it!
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alisaie's brow creases, and she gazes into his palm, bewildered. is this some weird eos thing, too? is she supposed to be excited?? ]
Check what?
[ what does he want her to check it for?? ]
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Think of something and tell me. Anything. Er—as long as it's not alive.
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[ anything not alive?? does that.. count plants, too?? help, she has option paralysis!! tapping her chin, alisaie frowns thoughtfully. ]
A.. stuffed moogle? A spoon? A pillow?
[ an unladen swallow?? ]
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One stuffed moogle, comin' right up! Feast your eyes—
[ Prompto lets the moment linger, to drum up the dramatics, of course, before he concentrates hard on the little metal cube. It begins to shift and pull, the metallic surface giving way to soft, plush fabric and a mix of colors. As it comes to a rest once more, Prompto is now holding a stuffed moogle in his hand—although it is still fairly small. He only has so much surface area to work with!
Holding it out to her with both hands, he beams over the crown of the doll's head at her. ]
Just call me a genie, gurl, 'cause your wish has been granted! [ ... ] You don't...really have to call me a genie. But how cool is that?! Ten out of ten, right? A real showstopper!
[ Shockingly, he's thrilled. ]
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i mean, it's a very small stuffed moogle, but still. alisaie gapes for a few moments before - carefully, like the thing might explode - lifting the little plush from his offered hands. but no, it doesn't explode, it just stays there, being a stuffed moogle. amazing. ]
That's.. but how?
[ what is this black magic?? ]
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Real handy, yep. ]
One of the merchants from El Minha gave it to me. I was runnin' a lot of favors for him, so...I guess he wanted to pay me back somehow! Sure beats a box full of rubber ducks, anyway...
[ In her hands, the stuffed moogle changes again, taking on the form of a bright, happy rubber duck. ]
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she jumps a little in surprise when the cube changes shape again, but her smile at its end result is no less pleased. ]
Oh, I don't know. The ducks were very charming.
[ she still has hers.. ]
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Yeah? Y-you think so? [ He lifts a hand to the back of his neck. ] Heh...I brought a few back with me. Managed to get rid of most of 'em so Gladio wouldn't have a fit, but...I couldn't just throw the others away!
[ It would've been wasteful! So now Prompto is surreptitiously hiding several rubber ducks beneath his mattress. It's fine. ]
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but she laughs lightly, even as she hands it back to him. ]
Has he some quarrel with a rubber duck?
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More like he has some quarrel with fun! [ Okay, no, that's a little harsh. He rolls a shoulder. ] Nah, he just thought they'd take up unnecessary space. Sooo I put them somewhere he'll never find 'em!
[ ...They will definitely squeak if he rolls over too hard. ]
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Did you put them under your bed?
[ or in a closet - she's definitely getting a mental image of gladio opening the closet door only to be drowned by an avalanche of rubber ducks.. ]
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Y-yeah, that's exactly what I did! How'd you know?
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Because I am able to read your mind, of course.
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[ ...Wait a second, no she can't, that's not her power!! He saw her turn into all those silly (and scary) creatures, she can't fool him!
So with a chuckle, he reaches out a fist to knock playfully against her shoulder. ]
Hey! I see how it is! Tryin' to pull my leg, huh? You're just a good guesser.
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my browser tried to eat this :T
prompto cant escape vengeance that easily..
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