airlocked cmo post

[nightcure]

for between and during rounds and all kinds of junk!
r3s can use this for space pirate shenanigans

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[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn shrugged with the shoulder Luscinia wasn't currently perched on, trying to play off the sudden crack in his guard as nothing at all. Nothing of consequence. It was fine, and he definitely wasn't struggling to keep his head out of Angelgard.]

I've long since forgotten if he truly was jealous or if that was just something I convinced myself of along the way. At this point, I'm halfway to wondering if he was right and I was already too far gone to be allowed to continue as I was.

[Even if he was, that didn't change a damn thing. Ardyn couldn't forgive a second of it no matter how justified, and if it was then he found that only made it worse.]

...I suppose it hardly matters; it was an immeasurably long time ago, after all. And you've nothing to apologize for--you certainly didn't ask to be his descendant.

[nightcure]

If you're still thinking about it, it matters to you.

[ He says it simply enough, but there's a heaviness to his words. Seems that getting caught up in one's head is a Lucis Caelum trait. ]

But by now, I'm pretty sure anything he thought about you's been blown out of the water. You're human now, not-- [ you know. ] You have a family. A Glaive.

Far as I can tell, you're doing fine.

[scourgingstars]

You're right. I won't lie and pretend I'm no longer capable of being something similar to what you knew me as, but I'm not...that. The immortal Accursed is dead even if the spite and anger isn't.

[Some of which even came back in the bitter tone the epithet was spoken in, for a second.]

...And for that, I owe you my gratitude.

[nightcure]

Spite and anger's pretty human.

[ He lifts his shoulder in a shrug. ]

Honestly, you don't have to thank me. But--you're welcome.

[scourgingstars]

Yes, well. I just did and now you have to deal with that.

[ardyn you actual two thousand year old CHILD.]

[(i mean, it's that or talk about feelings and fuck that tbh)]

[nightcure]

Oh, no, what will I do? What terrible knowledge to be burdened with.

[scourgingstars]

Simply the worst. I'm afraid you're doomed to suffer with it forever now, Your Majesty.

[nightcure]

Between that and that pillowcase, I think I've suffered enough already.

[scourgingstars]

...I am so sorry for nearly everything he chooses to be at every waking second of every day.

[NO ONE NEEDED TO SEE THAT]

[nightcure]

Not even watching your season could have prepared me for that.

[ ..... ]

At least we got that thing out of the way.

[ But now he has to live with it f o r e v e r. ]

[scourgingstars]

I'm going to burn it if he tries that again. It was only funny once.

im absolutely tagging this again

[nightcure]

... Somehow, I'm not even a little surprised he's done that before.

[scourgingstars]

Welcome to life with Leonard Church, a man simultaneously more brilliant than he realizes and also the worst kind of imbecile.

[nightcure]

Yeah, I noticed. You picked a weird one, Ardyn.

[ but it, like, fits? Ardyn's weird too. ]

[scourgingstars]

Yes, well. Sometimes two vastly different broken pieces simply fit seamlessly together, and why question the logic when the end result simply works?

[He shrugged, brushing off the strange metaphor with a vague wave of his hand.]

He's only occasionally insufferable. One grows accustomed to it.

[nightcure]

Hey, you guys work well together. I don't think anyone's gonna deny that.

[ He shrugs as well. It seems pretty incredible, that such good things can come out of the network being a bunch of evil bastards. ]

I guess our Shields have that in common.

[scourgingstars]

...Let's just agree to never leave them in a room together, because I've no doubt Church would say something stupid and Gladiolus would snap him like a matchstick.

[nightcure]

Someone'd probably have to hold Gladio back. Or ten people.

[ He pauses. ]

... Man, how am I gonna explain to Gladio that I picked up a second Shield?

[ ... if he ever sees him again, that is. Noctis is still convinced that the network's gonna go after Gladio and Ignis next. ]

[scourgingstars]

Good luck. At least mine's been gone for millennia, that's a hypothetical conversation I certainly don't envy you for.

[it's fine this is fine]

[nightcure]

[ GROAN ]

I hope he's not gonna be too pissed off. Ignis'd probably be there to calm him down and be the rational one, at least.

[ he uh. hopes. ]

[scourgingstars]

Call me crazy, but I have the distinct impression 'Gladiolus Amicitia' and 'not too pissed off' do not fit into a sentence together.

And frankly, your adviser terrifies me and I'd not advise anyone get within stabbing range during an argument.

[nightcure]

Maybe we can get Iris to be a mediator. He doesn't get as worked up when she's around, usually.

Iggy can be pretty intense, but what'd he do to scare you that badly?

[ whatmakesyouhaha.mp3 ]

[scourgingstars]

...

[Ardyn opened his mouth to answer, then closed it as if something had briefly confused him.]

Now that you mention it, I can't say that I'm certain. That's strange.

[nightcure]

... Huh. Memory loss still messing you up?

[ ... weird. That shouldn't be possible. ]

[scourgingstars]

Well, it's... [Ardyn trailed off, thinking carefully.] 'Complicated' is a word I find myself using far too often, but it's the simplest way to summarize it.

Picture it as if trying to hold a handful of sand. No matter how one tries, some of it will obviously slip between their fingers. Keeping track of each and every single grain is beyond impossible, and trying to close one's hand around it will only result in more slipping away.

That, in the widest sort of description, is what two thousand years of memories feels like. Regaining what the network stole has only made it more difficult.