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[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis clapped his gloved hand into Prompto’s own, and it felt so normal, so familiar, so right that Prompto couldn’t help but grin despite the approaching danger. Prompto helped to pull him to his feet (or at least, he thought he helped though Noctis probably didn’t need it), but instead of letting go and summoning his sword to his hand like Prompto would have expected, Noctis just laughed. It was a quiet laugh, the kind like he had a plan. And he still hadn’t let go of his hand.
”Good,” Noctis said, his grip tightening. ”You better hold onto it then.”
”Wha-?” was all Prompto had time to say before he noticed the sword in Noctis’ other hand and he looked up at him in alarm. ”Oh no. Oh no no no, you’re not about to-?”
Then Noctis threw the sword and everything else was gone in a flash of blue light.
Prompto screamed. It was more of a yelp, really, a short sound that was swallowed completely by the warping space around them as his stomach flipped over itself like a gymnast and he was thrust forward with the force of a rocket engine through the night sky. Then as abruptly as it had started, it ended with a sudden smack against something rough and cold and hard as sandpaper. Prompto skidded to a stop, groaning as his own guts caught up to him.
Noctis spoke from far away or maybe it was from right next to him? Definitely from right next to him. Only now did he finally let go of his hand.
”I feel like I might hurl,” Prompto said, sounding every bit as pitiful as he felt, ”But yeah. I’m cool.”
Prompto shook his head as though that might get it back on straight. Once his vision stopped swimming, he noticed the shingles buried in the snow under his hands. The sky was closer now too, and below them, he heard gasps and murmured voices. They were on a roof then. He noticed Noctis flat on his stomach, hiding behind some kind of sign and Prompto clumsily followed suit. He shivered against the cold.
”You think they’ll see us up here?” he whispered. ”Man, what a way to make an impression. Is that what it always feels like to warp? I don’t know how you do it!” He glanced back down at the street and the people and yup those were some guards coming towards the spot where they’d been. There was some kind of excitable conversation happening below them. It didn’t look friendly.
”So, uh. You got a plan? Cause I was just gonna leave, but I don’t think they like you all that much.” He looked over at Noctis. ”What’d you do, anyway?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Despite Prompto’s crazy proposal for a stranger no less, Zack didn’t seem any less enthused than…well, than when Prompto had seen him with anything before. ”Heh.” Prompto couldn’t help a smile back when Zack smiled his way. There was just something about him. It was like he’d done this a million times before even though they were both somewhere they’d never been, doing stuff neither of them could have ever dreamed of.
Or maybe it was only Prompto who couldn’t have dreamed of it. Maybe Zack just had a bigger imagination.
”Thanks, man. I mean it. We don’t even really know each other, but I hate going alone and…” That was more than he needed to know, wasn’t it? Prompto rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. ”Maybe we can try not to hurt anyone though? The guys there are mean, but they’re just doing their job, right? They’re still human.”
Not like the MTs. Prompto swallowed. There were a lot of thoughts that wanted to follow that thought. But he didn’t want to think those thoughts so he didn’t. They’d sneak up on him later anyway.
”Alright! I know a room around here. I stayed there when I was here last time, I think. I don’t know if I had the money to cover it myself anyway.” He tried for a stronger smile than last time and thought that he nailed it. He was pretty good at pretending nothing was wrong. He had a lot of practice in it.
”Just follow me!” he said as though he hadn’t gotten lost about a thousand times by now. But he was really starting to get it now. He thought. He hoped.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Zack laughed at Prompto’s question. It was a fond kind of laugh, the kind when you thought of a friend. Which made sense. Since Prompto had asked him about his friends and all.
Prompto nodded, trying to commit it all to memory. Long silver hair and a big sword. Big guy, long black hair. Red hair and good at speeches. Then there was one who was blonde and liked hair gel. That last one kind of sounded like him come to think of it. Maybe they could talk about how to style the best spikes or something. Prompto hadn’t really found any products that really worked for him since he got here, but maybe Zack’s friend would…
Would…
There was that train of thought leaving the station again, no matter what he wanted. Prompto had the feeling he’d already forgotten half the people Zack had told him about and it hadn’t even been a full minute since he’d been told.
”Er, right! I’ll keep an eye out! Guess all I have to do is talk about you a lot and if they know you, they’ll just say so!” That was the best plan he had, anyway. There was no way he’d remember everything.
But then the conversation turned to where he was going and Prompto scuffed his shoe on the ground, not really sure how to answer. ”I’m, uh. Well I was headed to Sonora, but I think it might be too dark now. Where I’m from, daemons come out at night. Like real scary monsters. Anyway, I don’t like walking around outside a town at night if I can help it so I guess I was planning on heading out in the morning at this rate. I’ve got a little money. I’ll probably get a room if you wanna share.”
That sounded good. It was the least he could do if Zack was offering to come along. Sonora was not a great place to be headed.
It was, in fact, maybe the worst of all the places.
”Sonora’s real cold and real mean if you’ve never been. It’s about the last place I want to go, but I’ve got friends in trouble there. I think. So I’ve gotta try to help them, you know? So tomorrow, I’m headed to the border. Then I think you can take a train to the city then…I’ll figure something out, I guess. They don’t usually let people in the city so easy.”
Prompto rubbed his neck sheepishly. ”You still want to come along?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Everything was cold and wet and it hurt. He thought he could hear the icy wind howling above him as the crowd grumbled and muttered but it was all muffled by the snow packed over his ears. Good thing he was wearing a hat, he thought, before the thought was banished by another thought. Or a voice, really. One that seemed to drift down to him as though from a dream.
”...Prompto?”
Prompto blinked up at him, and there he was. Noctis. Laughing. Then Noctis spun around and fell back right next to him, sending up a flurry of snow between them before Noctis turned towards him and flashed him a casual grin. ”Hey.”
Now it was Prompto’s turn to laugh. ”What’re you doing?” he asked, pushing a handful of snow towards him like he was splashing him with water. ”I was worried about you, you know! Did you fall or something cause I heard-!”
What he heard was loud voices demanding something about an intruder. Which seemed to really mean something to Noctis because his friend thrust himself upright, looking embarrassed.
”Huh?” Prompto sat up too, looking between Noctis and the quickly thinning crowd. Yeah, those were guards alright. The nasty kind too, like the ones that had chased him into that shopping mall where he’d found Alex. ”Oh. Oh yeah, we gotta go then. Those guys mean business!” Prompto scrambled to his feet and offered Noctis a hand up. He probably didn’t need it, but it was the thought that counted, right?
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Okay, so Cissnei was real serious about the whole “breaking under pressure” thing. Like. Real serious. So serious that she climbed onto his lap and ran a finger across his chin. Prompto shivered. Was this what Cissnei did to make a point? Because boy oh boy, she was making it. Or she would have been if he could focus on a single thing she was saying. Right now, he was just scared that she’d shift around too much because his lap was not a great place to be hovering. He really, really didn’t want her feeling anything that was happening in that area right now…
But he got the gist of what she meant. They were doing something real dangerous. If he talked, everybody would be in real trouble. Noted. Finally, blessedly, she got off him and he let out a sigh of relief. Whatever torture the Sonorans came up with, it couldn’t be worse than what Cissnei herself was doing to him.
Unless the Sonoran torturers were like…really sexy. Probably not though.
Cissnei was walking around the room now, looking thoughtful, and Prompto took the sweet reprieve as a chance to breathe and think and try to collect himself again. She answered his questions. Kind of. Not really, but she at least told him something.
”Oh yeah. Iggy’s great at baking. That sounds like him.”
He too would have accepted Ignis’ pastries as payment for whatever work he wanted. They were delicious.
She hadn’t found Noctis which was sad, but not surprising. Then the conversation turned to him, and she looked surprised as he told her what he could do. Was she even a little…impressed? Maybe? A little?
”Oh yeah, definitely. I’m like a recircuiting machine! Except I’m the one doing the recircuiting to the machines. You know?” Why couldn’t he stop talking? ”But yeah, I should be able to handle it. And…I guess you’re right. No use messing with stuff we don’t understand. I’ll just shut down what we need.”
She didn’t know Yuna, but left that part to him. And then she had another suggestion. ”Alex? Wait, you know Alex? How does he know about any of this?” Prompto groaned. He’d left Alex behind for a reason. He hadn’t told Alex any of this for a reason. How had he even…?
”Okay. Yeah, I mean. I guess we need somebody else, but I don’t know about him. He’s kinda…” He waved his hands around vaguely. ”Weird.”
It was, of course, a bit of a stretch for Prompto of all people to call anyone weird, but he thought Alex deserved it. Prompto had been called weird a lot in his life. In school mostly. Also by his friends. Also probably other people, but that didn’t matter because compared to Prompto, Alex was really weird, and that was saying something.
Cissnei sighed. She asked if he had anywhere to stay and offered him her…flat?
”Huh?” Prompto blinked. ”You want me to stay…with you?” Oh. Oh man. That sounded kinda heavy. But he rubbed the back of his neck, biting his tongue nervously. ”I mean, I don’t have anywhere to stay. And I don’t have a lot of money. So I guess…that would work?”
He really hoped she didn’t have anything else in mind at her “flat.” Usually he’d have jumped at the slightest chance of something spicy happening with a girl like her, but a girl like her was scary as it turned out, and really he just wanted to sleep.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ’I wish…for my friend.’
’I wish…for my best, best, best friend in the whole world.’
’I wish…’
Prompto was out of breath from all the jogging. It wasn’t that he couldn’t keep running for a while, but the cold air was sharp on his lungs, and he wasn’t just jogging, but also dodging around crowds and praying to the Astrals and shifting impatiently in place at every crosswalk that was cursed enough not to let him pass right away. He was getting closer though, he thought. He hoped. He could see the wall of the city rising up above him now and it felt a little bit like home. Insomnia was all about its walls too.
There were gasps ahead of him. Someone screamed. The crowds near the wall came to a sudden stop in pairs and bunches and he heard a cry, ”He jumped!”
”Wha-...?” Prompto slowed to a stop near the blockade of people, frowning and panting and trying to catch his breath. All around him, there were whispers.
”...-from the wall. How did he even get up there?”
”Is he dead?”
”Crazy bastard. What did he think he was doing?
”Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry…” Prompto pushed his way past the crowd, shoving people aside as nicely as he could, but it still got him dirty looks. He couldn’t feel the magic anymore, but his curiosity pulled him forward like a fish on a line, and it had its hooks in deep. He knew he’d felt it around here, and the crowd’s words kept playing over and over again like a warped record on repeat.
’Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he dead?’
Then he saw the figure on the ground. It was definitely human, all twisted up in its own limbs and lying on the ground. Its clothes were ripped up and red blood trickled from the rips in the denim jeans and jacket. The crowd had formed a kind of semi circle around the man, all packed in with no one daring to go too close. But wait, Prompto knew that big dumb vest. And the jacket. And the ruffled silver-black hair and-
”N-Noctis?” Prompto staggered into the open semi-circle, staring as his breath caught and cold adrenaline froze him solid. ’Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he-?’
Then the figure moved. And groaned. And Prompto felt that adrenaline shoot straight through his heart as he let out a cry of relief and shot towards him like a bullet. ”Noctis!”
He wasn’t thinking anymore. There wasn’t anything to think about. Just Noctis, right there. Noctis, hurt on the ground. There wasn’t anything else that mattered, he thought, before his foot caught on a patch of ice and he slipped and managed to barely catch his balance with a sharp yelp and then he was stumbling forward, arms waving around, until he finally felt gravity take hold and-
”Wooooah!” He toppled into a snowbank next to Noctis and was suddenly immersed in the icy cold slush. He winced. ”Ow…”
Maybe it was better to keep thinking about what he was doing after all.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Zack, it turned out, was a pretty good listener. Prompto still didn’t know how to feel about him, really, and he sure didn’t know if he trusted him but he wanted to and that was something. ”Heh.” Prompto rubbed his neck, glancing at him with a small smile as Zack offered to help him get to where he needed to go. ”You don’t have to. I mean, you’ve probably got other stuff you need to do, and it’s my problem really, but if you really wanted to, I mean…”
He didn’t know what he was saying, but he was also really sick of traveling alone. Would Zack be the best person to go with? Probably not, but boy oh boy was the road lonely without friends.
Zack decided to check if they could move yet, and Prompto nodded shifting onto the balls of his feet just in case. It really was cramped in their hiding hole. Cramped and dusty and gray. He wanted to move deep down in his soul, and he couldn’t help a grin as Zack called back to him that the coast was clear.
”Perfect, time to boogie!”
”Boogie?” Prompto snorted with laughter. ”I like it!”
Zack waved for him and then leapt out, dashing across the twilit yard, and Prompto glanced over at the distracted men to make sure they really were distracted before he followed suit. Zack was a beast tearing across the distance at a speed that Prompto could only barely keep up with, and he didn’t even seem out of breath. It reminded him of Gladio taking his morning runs across the beach. Except Zack didn’t turn around and call him weak once they’d finished their sprint and Prompto came stumbling to a halt behind him, hands on his knees as he tried to just breathe.
It seemed like they’d gotten away though. So mission success?
Zack told him a little about what he’d been doing, about his friends and how he wasn’t really pushing to find them. He seemed so genuinely optimistic, so completely carefree that Prompto was a little jealous. Prompto knew how to keep a smile on his face, sure, but he couldn’t help but worry. All the time. Particularly at a time like this.
Zack didn’t seem to have that problem. He was really cool that way. Strong and cool and confident. Prompto really did want to trust him.
”I’m sure you’ll find them!” Prompto said, perking up in an attempt to match the other man’s energy. ”I mean, I heard about mine when I wasn’t even really looking and they’re way out of the way. And I haven’t actually found them yet, but that’s something. Maybe you’ll just…walk into somebody one day? Depends on how much your friends stick out, I guess. And how many people you talk to.
”Maybe I’ve even seen one of them,” he went on. ”What do they look like? I’ve been around some places.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto’s head was spinning as he left the Angel Eyes Detective Agency that morning. He’d spent a long time in that back room with Cissnei and longer in her office when they officially met the next day. Cissnei was thorough, that was for sure, but it was worth it. She said she needed more time to get her informant to do what she wanted. She said she needed Prompto to get a team together. All of that would take time, time that he didn’t know if they had, but it would all be worth it if it actually worked. Prompto didn’t know if he’d put this much thought into something in his whole life, but that’s what came from traveling alone, he guessed. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
He missed his friends.
Prompto shivered as he stepped out onto the street. It was cold out, that was for sure. It wasn’t “trying not to turn into a popsicle alone in the middle of the tundra” cold, but it was cold enough that he didn’t like it. He wore his fur-lined jacket that he’d pulled from the liminal space where he kept his guns, and he had on his winter hat too the one that uncomfortably smoothed down his hair. Still, he shivered as he stood on that sidewalk, looking around for which way to go.
There were a lot of people here even in the morning. They pushed past him the way they always did in a city like this. A few cars zipped by, slowing to a stop at the light down the street. He hadn’t really thought about what to do next before he’d left Cissnei’s office. She’d given him a few too many instructions to keep straight on his own.
He needed a bigger strike team. Right now, they had him and Caius to infiltrate the place, but they needed one or two more people at least. Then they needed a getaway driver (where would he find one of those?) and a healer which he hoped he could fill if he could figure out where Yuna lived in Provo. He guessed that was the right place to go then since it was the only lead he had. He’d catch a train out of Sonora, find Yuna in Provo, and then keep going on back to Torensten to meet up with Caius. It was as good a plan as any, he thought, though his thoughts didn’t usually mean much.
”One step at a time, Prompto.”
He shook himself, hoping the bad thoughts would fall right out of his head. Time to get going. It’s not like anything would get done just by standing there.
So he started towards the train station. Or where he thought the station was. He wasn’t the best with directions, and he’d been pretty distracted when Cissnei had brought him to her detective agency so he didn’t really know where he was, but he could always ask for directions if he had to though would that out him as an outsider to these people if he asked? He knew they didn’t like outsiders here so that might put a wrench in his plan, but how bad would it look if he just asked for directions to a train station? Definitely not too bad, right? So he totally could if he had to and-
And…
Prompto felt something.
He didn’t know what it was at first – just a little tug at his mind. Then he felt it again, and he slowed to a stop so suddenly that someone behind him bumped right into him and he stumbled forward and almost landed in a great big pile of dirty snow.
”Watch where you’re going!”
”S-sorry!” Prompto gave an apologetic little wave at the man who’d run into him and then pulled himself together, biting his tongue. He’d felt something. Something real familiar. Something that reminded him of…
Of witches and magic in Alex’s house. It felt like magic.
And that’s when he started running.
Well, not running exactly, but jogging along at the fastest socially acceptable pace that he could use to still slip through the crowd and not get knocked over into the street in front of oncoming traffic. What he felt was magic. The kind used by somebody connected to Noctis. Ignis and Gladio were locked up. So unless they’d escaped on their own…
It had to be…
Didn’t it?
He stopped at a crosswalk, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for the light to change and the little sign on the other side to turn green. He wished he could just warp over the cars like Noctis. Noctis…
”Come on, come on, come on!”
The light changed and he sprinted across the street, dancing away from a car that almost hit him because it stopped too slow. It honked at him. Oh well. He had places to be because if it was really him…If it was really Noctis-!
He tried not to get his hopes up. It could have just been Caius coming to check up on him. But it was hard, real hard when that feeling kept tugging at the back of his head and he was sure somewhere deep down inside what it meant.
”Please, please, let it be him!” he pleaded to no one in particular. Maybe it was a prayer to the Astrals. He didn’t know. ”Let it be Noctis!”
He kept jogging, and he kept hoping, deep down in his heart of hearts, that his wish would come true.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Cissnei told him to keep it down which was something Prompto was used to hearing, but he felt a little ashamed nonetheless. They were in Sonora after all, talking about breaking into a Sonoran prison. He really should have been more careful, but he couldn’t help it. When he got excited, he just couldn’t keep quiet, and boy was he feeling something right now. He felt like a neon sign flashing his feelings so bright it could be seen from space.
Still, he’d try to keep it to himself.
”Sorry,” he whispered, grimacing. He wasn’t sure that it was a quiet whisper, but it was better than nothing. ”How much pressure are we talking about? Cause I won’t talk just because they ask, but if it’s too much pressure, wouldn’t anyone talk? I don’t know.”
Maybe it had been more of a hypothetical question. He felt a little silly even answering.
She had heard of Gladio so that was good though apparently she knew Ignis personally? He wondered what that was about. Had they been separated at some point? It didn’t matter because she also said that she was working on Noctis, and Prompto felt his heart soar hopefully. ”You have? I guess…I guess Ignis would ask you to find him. If you’ve met him before.”
His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. This was a lot. Too much, some might say, but that was okay. It was all what he wanted to hear.
”Any sign of him then? Noctis, I mean.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. ”I’m guessing you haven’t found him, but if you’ve heard anything…”
He bit his tongue. Yeah. He was getting his hopes up way too high.
For now, he needed to focus on Ignis. Cissnei knew where he was, but there was still a lot of work to do from there.
Prompto paused to consider what she’d told him. He wasn’t really used to coming up with the plans or helping to flesh them out once someone else had started on the idea. He was more the kind of guy who kept to the background and did what other people told him to do. But that wasn’t really an option here, was it?
”I’m a gunner,” he said slowly. ”I mean, I’m good with guns. Or any other tech, really. I’m best if I can put some distance between me and them, but I can use just about any tools I find on the way. I cleared out this one place all by myself once, swarming with MTs. Er…those are like soldiers except they’re made of daemons. I can drive a car if no one else is around to do it, but Ignis kind of banned me from getting behind the wheel again so…”
So not great credentials there, really.
”When I saw the prison, there was this big wall of magic around it. I didn’t like the look of it. Maybe there’s a way to turn it off inside. If I can find the switch, I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out. Plus any other security we might want taken down.”
It felt weird, talking himself up like that. Not that he never talked good about himself. He did a lot, actually, but this felt different. It felt serious. He hoped he wasn’t making himself sound more useful than he really was.
”If you want a small team, I’d say we should probably have three or four people. I’ve already got Caius on board so that’s two. Then…if you need a healer at the safehouse, I think I know somebody. Have you heard of Yuna? We’re friends and she works with Caius so I’m sure she’d help.”
His knee bounced up and down from the nerves. He wasn’t used to thinking this hard.
”So we still need one or two more to help us get in. And a driver.” Prompto glanced at Cissnei nervously. ”Does that sound right?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] There. He’d gotten it out. Prompto felt a little better now that he knew he’d done his best. Find Cissnei? Done. Ask her for help? Also done. But he’d found Caius and asked him too, and he still remembered how he’d reacted. Caius had looked at him like he was crazy and then they’d had to talk in a closet because Prompto was asking him to go on a suicide mission and they could start some kind of international incident. Prompto didn’t really understand, but he knew it was bad, and he knew he was asking a lot, and he hardly had any money so why would she help somebody like-?
”And you are in luck.” Cissnei leaned back, head tilted with her finger tapping at her cheek. ”I’ve a feeling I have already found them.”
”You…wha-...huh?”
Prompto stared at her.
He stared at her as she described a tall blonde man with glasses. Who went by the name of Ignis.
So good he didn’t even have to say the name! So good she knew where they were before he even got here! Had she known he was coming? Had she known why and gotten a head start? He felt so giddy that he hardly even noticed when she teased him about his straying eyes. None of that mattered anymore because she’d found Ignis.
”Uh-huh! Yeah! I’ll do what you say! Whatever you say! I’m used to taking orders like that. Ignis always comes up with the plans.” He rubbed the back of his neck. He still didn’t quite know what was happening, but it had taken a turn in his favor, and he wasn’t about to complain. ”It’s um. Ignis and Gladio. Do you know about Gladio? I think they’re together. That’s what I saw, anyway. Back where we came from, it was me and them and…Noctis. I want to find him too, but Ignis and Gladio come first cause I know they’re in trouble.”
Which wasn’t how it was supposed to be, he knew. Noctis was supposed to come first, and he did most of the time, but right now he didn’t know where Noctis was and he did know about Ignis, and hopefully Ignis wouldn’t hate him for it too much for it.
”So uh. When do we start? Cause I want to as soon as we can, you know, so they don’t get hurt. But…I know this kind of stuff can take time. What do you think?”