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[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Alex seemed shocked to learn that Ramuh was one of the astrals, so Noctis assumed that they never went much into Eos’ history together. It made sense though--if he really was stuck wandering around this Eorzea at some point, then Noct would have wanted to talk about wherever the hell he was. Not where he was from. At any rate, Alex didn’t seem to have any preference on nicknames, so Noctis made the choice for him.
“Alex it is then.” Maybe if he cut his hair shorter then he’d look more like an Al, but that felt like a weird thing to say. Anyway, the tone was shifting to something more serious as the blond man went on to explain what the Warrior of Light was. It sounded like Alex was as much at the mercy of the gods’ will as he was, and Noct had to furrow his eyebrows as he laid out the whole reincarnation thing. “...Sounds like that kind of sucks honestly. At least I only have to worry about this life.” However long or short it might be, and it was looking more on the short end if Ardyn had anything to say about it.
Alex jumped forward a bit in his story to explain what had happened before when they’d supposedly met. Apparently one of the female astrals--and it had to be Shiva because Leviathan would have just tried to kill them both--had revealed the prophecy in front of a group of people. Including a reporter. Noctis, having dealt with tabloids since he was a kid, groaned and let his head fall forward dramatically to hover over his arms.
“Great. So I’m famous in two worlds now.” He had never really liked getting recognized by strangers, which was one reason he had enjoyed their road trip outside of Insomnia. No one had cared much about the Lucian royal family outside of the capital. Thankfully though, they didn’t seem to be on Eorzea either right now if Alex was to be believed. Maybe this world was still neutral enough.
Alex had a copy of the Regalia apparently. Noctis raised his head again to give him a weird look. Normally he might have even been a little offended since that was his dad’s prized car and all, but since the original Regalia had been smashed, he actually perked up at the news. “Seriously? Is Cid here?” He didn’t hold out hope that Alex was talking about Cindy’s grandpa--the name was probably just a coincidence, but Noctis desperately wanted to meet the man if he could build a copy of the Regalia from scratch.
Alex wanted to know the names of the astrals, and Noctis had to blink at him for a second since it seemed off-topic. Something must have prompted the question in the man’s head though, so he shrugged and gave him what he was looking for. “There’s five main ones we worship, and then Ifrit the Infernian who tried to wipe out humanity ages ago. The others are called Titan, Ramuh, Leviathan, Shiva, and Bahamut.” Speaking of Bahamut, Noctis had expected to see him as soon as he had been sucked inside of the crystal, but instead he seemed to have woken up here. Did that make this world part of the Draconian’s trial for him? It would explain why he smacked into somebody who recognized him almost immediately.
On that note, Noctis perked up again and glanced back at his blond tour guide. “Hey, Alex? You haven’t met anyone else here from Eos, have yo-?” Police sirens. Normally he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but with the taxi driver out the back windshield still staring down the highway, Noctis suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“...Hey, uh. What do you think the odds are that he’s actually talking to his mom and not the police? Cause I’m suddenly about 50-50.”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] The blond guy in the back of the taxi didn’t seem to think much of the gods. Noctis gave him a surprised look at first, since he wasn’t exactly used to blasphemy coming from someone other than Ardyn. Eventually though, he couldn’t resist a snort when the man asked what the astrals would have done if he had failed their trials. “Honestly, yeah, I always wondered that too. At least Ramah’s trial was pretty chill, but the others didn’t seem to mind if I failed.” It was only when he finished talking that he realized how odd it was for a stranger to know that he was supposed to end up as the chosen king from the prophecy. His father hadn’t been big on spreading that particular fact, so he gave the man a slightly suspicious look even if it did lend some credibility to his story.
Whether or not Noctis wanted his story to have credibility was another thing entirely.
The man finally introduced himself as Alexander Sorel with enough flair that Noct had a hard time keeping a straight face. It felt like he was trying to emulate the high-born political crowd that Noctis himself had always been forced to mingle with, but maybe the man had a background in high society too since he’d called himself a Warrior of Light. Just his introduction had left Noctis with enough questions that he waved his arms to put “Alexander” on pause. “First of all, that’s way too much of a mouthful. So do you prefer Alex or Al?” He couldn’t help a slight grin since he somewhat expected the man to hate both of them. Everyone he’d traveled with before had used a nickname too though--except for Prompto come to think of it.
“Second...You said Warrior of Light?” His expression turned more downcast as he rubbed the back of his neck. “...Sounds like you’re pretty ‘chosen’ yourself.” Not that he really wanted to pry, but Alex seemed to know all about Noctis’ assigned destiny from the astrals, so it was only fair.
Alex went on to explain how he knew Noctis, and the boy’s head snapped back up to stare at him more and more incredulously the longer he talked. Even with how confused he was though, Noctis still had to snort when Alex flexed to show how strong he was. This dude was a piece of work, but he didn’t seem like a bad guy even if his story was crazy. Eventually he took a pause for questions, and Noctis just gave a half-chuckle in response. “Hell, I thought you’d just seen my picture in a magazine or something. But that was...a lot.”
Understatement. Taking a moment to process, Noctis glanced out the back window at the taxi driver still on the phone before he let out a slow breath. “Alright. Let me see if I got all that. You’re saying we met before in your world, but...I have amnesia about going there. And that would have had to have been before Gralea, because the Regalia’s totaled now.” It still hurt even thinking about his dad’s prized car rusting under the snow, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. It probably wasn’t the time to defend his body’s honor either, but he couldn’t let that one slide since Alex had literally pointed at his arms for effect.“Dude, I’m not that weak. You sound like Gladio.” His shield had always tried to force him into the weight room more when they were growing up, but Noct had avoided it like vegetables.
Tapping his boot against the car door, Noctis glanced back at Alex again, trying to decide how much he believed. “Look...that’s pretty crazy. But you know a lot of stuff you shouldn’t, I’ll give you that.” He hesitated again before deciding that Alex definitely had his attention at least, crazy or not.
“If we met before, then got anything else you shouldn’t know about me?” He didn’t want it to seem like a test or anything, but if the guy knew too much, then at some point he might not have a choice but to believe Alex.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] The blond guy in the back of the car seemed almost disappointed the first time that Noctis looked at him, even going so far as to mutter that he hadn’t expected anything else. In any other circumstance Noctis would have scowled at him for that, but as worried as he was for his friends, he mostly let it go. Instead he just crossed his legs and messed with the buckle on his single leather glove as he muttered “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He knew that he wasn’t exactly what most people thought of when they pictured Lucian royalty, but he’d always preferred it that way. At least he had until Insomnia fell.
“Voidsent?” Noctis met the man’s eyes in the rearview mirror, raising one eyebrow as he tried to process the word in relation to daemons. “Never heard them called that before. Is that catching on in the empire or something?” A vocabulary difference became the least of Noct’s concerns though as the man went on to try to tell him that he was sitting in a different world entirely from Eos.
Swiveling around in the leather seat, Noctis tried to figure out if the blond dude was just making fun of him, but he didn’t have the right expression for that. If anything he looked like he was just debating the next thing to say, and Noctis was suddenly kicking himself for sliding into a taxi with a stranger. Hadn’t he learned anything about not accepting help from suspicious characters after Ardyn?
“Er...Right. Well I think I’m just gonna go…” Noctis was reaching for the door handle when the lock clicked shut. Glancing out the back window, he scowled at the taxi driver still on the phone who was holding up his keys and giving him a look like he better not run off. Even through the glass, Noctis was pretty sure he could read the man’s expression. Not until you pay for my car damage, buddy.
With a groan, Noctis gave up and fell back in his seat. It wouldn’t exactly be hard to flick the lock again and climb out, but the moment was gone. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he said instead from where he was slumped in the seat. “You’re trying to tell me that...what? The gods made other worlds too?” He wouldn’t entirely put it past them, but then he wasn’t sure why they even cared so much about Eos or prophecies if they had other worlds to play with. Luna might not have liked that phrasing, but he’d never know now. He’d never be able to ask her if she’d resented the fate that the astrals had given her too.
Thinking about Luna really wasn’t the best plan right now, but thankfully the blond guy in the back distracted him from the sudden lump in his throat. Turning around again, Noctis placed one boot on the leather seat and rested his arms up on top of his knee. It felt more like they were having a conversation now that they were facing each other, so he didn’t mind being a little more blunt. “You’re not making much sense, dude.” He at least tempered it with the small half-smile that he usually reserved for his friends. Maybe because this whole situation was so ridiculous, starting from when he’d practically hijacked the taxi.
“People used to know me all the time when I didn’t know them. I figured you’d just been to Insomnia or something, but I guess not.” Rubbing his neck a little self-consciously, Noctis took the time to crack his neck before looking up at him again. “I’ll take the truth though, since you’re offering. Maybe you could start with your name.”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Maybe this hadn’t been the smartest plan that he’d ever come up with. The yellow car veered off the road before skidding to a halt so abruptly that Noctis was very nearly flung off. He just barely managed to hang on to the side by loosening his grip on his sword, but that meant that the engine blade was wrenched from his grasp and went flying off into a snow drift.
Well. He couldn’t say he didn’t deserve that.
Letting the grip on his magic go, Noctis banished the sword back to his glaive as he carefully slid off the side of the car and straightened up on his own two legs. He could see the driver better now--a man around Ignis and Gladio’s age who was currently screaming at him through the closed car door. Noctis rubbed at his neck sheepishly, waiting to get a word in edgewise when a second man in the back spoke up instead. Noctis blinked. Then he blinked again wondering if he’d heard right or if the car had muffled his hearing too much.
“...Yeah, that’s me.” Getting recognized back in Insomnia had been a pretty regular thing, but if he’d learned one thing on his road trip, it was that no one outside of the wall in Lucis cared about the royal family. It was even weirder to get recognized inside the empire. It was the kind of thing that Specs wouldn’t have trusted, and that realization made Noctis backtrack. “I mean...who’s asking?”
He wasn’t exactly fooling anyone at this point, but the two men seemed to be ignoring him anyway as they talked among themselves. Finally, the taxi driver rolled down the window and gestured for Noctis to get in as he stepped off to make a call.
“Er...catch up, right.” Noctis hesitated for a second even if he’d literally forced the man to pull over, but it wasn’t like a better option was going to come along. He opted for the front passenger seat instead of the back next to the other rider. It wasn’t exactly taxi etiquette, but it made him feel better in a car he didn’t know well. Still, sliding into the leather seat gave him an immediate sense of nostalgia for the Regalia, and he tapped one foot a little restlessly as he wondered what had happened to the car’s wreckage. Probably rusting under a pile of snow.
Rubbing at the back of his neck, Noctis finally turned around in his seat to get a good look at the man in the back. “Hey. Thanks for talking him down. Guess I should have thought that one through more.” The stranger definitely looked like he was from this continent. He had the same color of pale-blond hair as Luna, though he had the strong build and impatient expression of a hunter from the outskirts of Lucis. Noctis immediately wondered what he was like in a fight.
“What’s going on by the way? Last I saw, Gralea was a lot more daemons than people.”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] “Come back soon. I shall keep your friends company until you are ready.”
Noctis couldn’t breathe. He’d spent so long struggling for air as he was being pulled inside the crystal that it took him a moment to even realize there had been a change of scenery. The crystal’s magic had been searingly hot, but as the shock wore off, it finally occurred to him that he was laying face-down on something hard and cold instead. Gingerly propping himself up on his hands, he spit out a mouthful of something wet and frigid--snow maybe?--before sitting back on his knees and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
He seemed to be in some kind of frozen wasteland. The sun reflecting off of the snow was blindingly bright, but after being surrounded by the crystal’s glow, it seemed almost dim. The worst part was the brutal temperature. He was already shivering in his short-sleeved jacket, and he’d been awake for all of ten seconds. This wouldn’t be pretty if he didn’t find a way to get back inside.
“Got to be kidding me,” Noctis muttered, climbing to his feet and spinning in a slow circle to take in more of the frozen tundra. He’d asked the crystal for help--practically begged that he was ready to fulfill their damn prophecy--and it looked like all it had done was spit him back outside of Gralea. Ardyn himself had seemed to think that the process would make him some kind of chosen king, but Noctis didn’t feel any different. If anything, the Ring of the Lucii on his finger looked like it had grown even dimmer than before he’d gone into the crystal.
“Damn it,” he hissed under his breath, rubbing at the back of his neck as he wondered what to do next. The crystal had been something of a last hope. How else was he supposed to stop the daemons and save his frien-
His friends.
Noctis straightened as he realized that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t any stronger. What mattered was that he needed to get back to Zegnatus Keep right now before Ardyn did something else to them. No more. He refused to let his friends be a shield between him and the immortal this time.
There were some barren trees behind him with icicles caked onto their lower branches. Noctis considered the tallest one before he summoned the Engine Blade to his hand in a shower of blue sparks. Taking aim, he chucked the sword upwards in a graceful arc before he warped after it and reappeared with one hand clutching a higher branch and his feet braced against the tree trunk. He needed to get a better view, after all.
It turned out the area wasn’t entirely barren. A silvery stretch of road wound its way not too far from him. It must have been a highway with how fast the cars were travelling, and Noctis could just make out a hazy city skyline in the distance along the horizon. The number of cars was startling given how overrun with daemons Niflheim had seemed to be earlier. Noctis hadn’t found a single person alive except for his friends, but this seemed to be a busy freeway. Not to mention that the shape of the city didn’t look all that similar to what Noct had glimpsed from the train heading into Gralea, but it could have been a different angle he supposed. It’s not like there was another city that big out in the tundra. It had to be Gralea.
And Noctis didn’t have time to spare. His friends needed him right now. Staring at the cars speeding towards the city, a reckless idea sprang into his head. Moving targets had always been harder for him, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Iggy would have shaken him for even thinking about it, but Specs wasn’t here right now. That was the problem.
Steeling himself, Noctis settled more firmly onto a tree branch before picking the car closest to him and chucking his sword towards it. Warping after it, Noctis managed to latch one hand around the top of the car as he and his sword landed on the vehicle's roof with a hard crash. With the wind knocked out of him, Noctis barely managed to poke his head down over to the passenger side and knock on the window. He couldn’t get a good view of the driver since he was upside down, but he hoped he didn’t seem too much like a serial killer. “Hey! Can I get a ride? It’s kind of an emergency.” The pain in his knee suddenly warned him that he had dented in their car ceiling. “Er...I’ll pay for that.”
Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 2, 2021 10:26:19 GMT -6
Noctis Lucis Caelum
"Off my chair jester, the king sits there."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Noctis Lucis Caelum NICKNAMES:: Noct, Prince Noctis, Your Highness, Your Majesty GENDER:: Male AGE:: 20 ORIENTATION:: Oblivious and prefers his friends (asexual) GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy XV ALIGNMENT:: Harmonious EQUIPMENT:: His four weapon slots consist of the Engine Blade, Sword of the Father, Ring of the Lucii, and Zwill Crossblades. He can unleash all of the royal arms at once during his Armiger state, but this quickly exhausts him. He can also summon a fishing pole from his glaive. It's easily his most prized possession.
HEIGHT:: 5'9 HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Noctis has messy black hair that he typically styles with hair gel. His eyes are blue, but they occasionally glow red during contact with the astrals. He's fairly pale for how much time he spends outside. DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: He's dressed in all black except for the red soles on his boots. He's also very partial to only wearing one glove.
II. PERSONA
Noctis can be a hard person to get to know, and most people only ever see the aloof front that he puts on in public. He can come across as a little withdrawn and sullen, but that's generally because he's not interested in talking to people who only like him because he's a prince. If a relationship isn't real, then he just doesn't see the point. There are a handful of people that he's willing to open up to, and these close friends know the truth about him: Noctis Lucis Caelum is strange and snarky.
Noctis can fall asleep at any moment even in the middle of a task. He adores cats and will drag his friends off on a grand adventure to help a hungry cat in need. He's an extremely picky eater and will bemoan having vegetables or beans on his plate like they've personally offended him. However, his greatest passion in life is fishing. He likes nothing more than upgrading his fishing pole and conquering the largest fish in the area. He could fish for hours if he was allowed, and at this point he knows exactly where to find most varieties of Lucian fish if he was asked. Most people don't ask.
After growing up as a prince, Noctis has a bit of an ego. He's prone to rushing into things recklessly and being too confident in his own abilities, but at the same time he has zero issues with being treated like a commoner. He'll get his hands dirty with various odd jobs, earn his own money, and pump his own gas while thinking nothing of it. If anything, Noctis is never happier than at those moments where he can be like anyone else.
III. HISTORY
Noctis was born as the prince of Lucis to King Regis and Queen Aulea. Unfortunately Aulea died when Noctis was still a baby, and Regis was so busy with running a country that Noctis spent a lot of his childhood around retainers and caretakers instead of his parents. This led him to be a bit lonely growing up and he gained the idea from a young age that being a king meant sacrificing everything else.
Still, Noctis was a fairly cheerful and plucky kid until two big events changed his life. The first was that the old kings revealed to Regis that Noctis was the chosen king of light from the old prophecy. Regis was horrified to learn that his son would have to sacrifice himself to save the world, and he started giving Noctis more freedom to do the things he wanted instead of forcing him into a strict education that was fairly standard for Lucian royalty. He even let him enroll in a public school instead of having him be privately tutored.
It was around this time that Regis introduced Noctis to Ignis. Ignis was a few years older than him and was training to become one of Noct's retainers in the future. The two immediately hit it off, and from the start their relationship usually involved Noctis dragging them both into trouble. Noct learned very quickly that Iggy was one of the most dependable people he knew and that he could always be counted upon to help him out of whatever mess he currently found himself in.
The second event that changed his life was that Noctis was attacked by a marlith. He was dragged from the car at night, and he sustained a severe wound across his entire back while every servant who was with him was killed. Noctis probably wouldn't have survived either, but Regis arrived at the last second and drove the daemon off. It was thought that Noctis' injuries were so severe that he may not be able to walk again, so he was sent to Tenebrae in order to recover with the Oracle.
While in Tenebrae, Noctis became good friends with its princess, Lunafreya. She was the first person to really explain the crystal's role to him, and he was devastated when the Niflheim empire attacked Tenebrae and Luna elected to stay behind to protect her brother Ravus. Still, the two continued to stay in contact by writing back and forth in a notebook that the messenger dog Umbra carried between them.
While he had recovered from the Marlith attack, Noctis became more somber after Tenebrae's invasion, and he started distancing himself from the other kids at school. None of them ever approached him anyway. There was an overweight blond kid in his class who always looked like he wanted to, but he seemed afraid to do anything other than stare at him from a distance. Oh well. He was used to being stared at.
When Noctis was around ten, he met the boy that was going to become his future shield. Initially, he and Gladiolus didn't get along at all. Gladio seemed to think that he was a spoiled brat, and Noct thought that Gladio was overbearing and pushy. Eventually they reconciled after Noctis rescued Gladio's sister Iris when she got lost, and he took all the blame for the two being alone outside. He and Gladio became friends after that, though Noctis continued to complain about early morning training and Gladio continued to push him to do better.
When Noctis entered high school, a much-changed Prompto approached him in front of the school and introduced himself. Noctis resisted pointing out that they'd been in the same class since grade school, and the two became instant best friends. Prompto gave him the sense of normalcy that he'd been craving, and they would spend hours at the arcade or just laying around Prompto's house talking. Prompto's parents were never home anyway.
His friendship with Prompto gave Noctis the confidence to realize that what he wanted before he became king was the chance to live a normal life. He pushed for his own apartment in the city, and after several heated arguments about security, he finally moved out of the palace and had his own place. He even got a part-time job at a sushi restaurant to earn his own spending money. Noctis was very convinced of his own independence at this point, ignoring the fact that Ignis came by a few times a week to cook and clean.
Shortly after Noctis turned 20, the war with Niflheim worsened and the newly instated chancellor arrived to offer terms of peace. There was a catch, of course. Noctis and Luna were to be wed. It wasn't that Noctis necessarily minded marrying Luna--he'd always known that his marriage would be political and he was relieved that the bride was someone he was already friends with. But he hated the idea of being a pawn to Niflheim, and he didn't understand the choices that Regis was making. Under the peace treaty, Lucis had to surrender all lands except Insomnia, but his father wouldn't explain himself to Noctis. When the time came, Noctis set out for his wedding in Altissia with only his three friends as his retinue. He gave a very brusque good-bye to his father that he'd come to regret.
As it turned out, the peace treaty was a trap and Niflheim used the opportunity to attack Insomnia and steal its crystal. Noctis was horrified to learn what had happened from a newspaper of all things--his father was dead, Insomnia had fallen, and his three friends had likely lost their families as well. His only hope now to take back his kingdom was to collect all the royal arms that his ancestors had left behind and to forge a covenant with each of the astrals in turn.
Along the way, Noctis found an unlikely ally in the sly chancellor of Niflheim. None of them trusted Ardyn--he was far too slimy for that--but he helped them time and time again, so Noctis privately just assumed that the man was looking to betray the empire. Unfortunately, once they finally arrived in Altissia, they realized that the man had his own secrets. Luna called upon Leviathan so that Noctis could form a covenant with her, but after he finished, Ardyn stabbed Luna in cold blood right in front of him. Luna died from her wound, and after Noctis fell unconscious, Ignis sacrificed his eyesight to the Ring of the Lucii in order to protect him from Ardyn.
The four friends were in turmoil after that, and they only really banded together again after Ignis yelled at them to get it together. Unfortunately Ardyn followed them onto the train to Gralea, and after using illusion magic to swap him and Prompto's places, Noctis shoved Prompto off the train. Before he could do anything to try to help his friend, Ardyn hit him over the head with Prompto's gun and knocked him unconscious.
Noctis woke up completely horrified at what he did to Prompto, but he quickly learned something even worse about Ardyn: the man was immortal. Shiva completely shattered him, and he returned a few moments later like nothing had even happened. Noctis was too stunned at this revelation to really react much when Ardyn suddenly injected him with a Niflheim invention that completely sealed off his magic. Forced to flee from the daemons attacking the train with Gladio and Ignis, Noctis was separated from them after the Regalia was destroyed.
Completely alone and defenseless, Noctis was forced to put on the Ring of the Lucii and accept its powers. He spent the next few hours running around Gralea in a desperate attempt to find his friends. The Keep was swarming with daemons, and to make matters worse, Ardyn had gotten ahold of the intercom system. He seemed to be enjoying watching Noctis struggle. Enjoying it too much, some might say.
Eventually, Noctis managed to regroup with Gladio and Ignis, and they released Prompto from where he was being held captive. Prompto revealed his own secret--that he was born to be like one of the MTs that they've been fighting all along. Noctis was shocked of course, but he cared about Prompto so much that he waved it aside without even having to think about it. Prompto was Prompto, and that wouldn't change.
With Prompto's ability to unlock all the doors in the keep, they managed to break the seal on Noctis' magic and gain access to their weapons again. Unfortunately, Ardyn sprang a trap on them, and surrounded by daemons, Noctis had no choice but to leave his friends to hold them off while he ran ahead to claim the crystal.
The crystal wasn't quite what he thought though. Caught in its magic, Noctis found himself being sucked inside. To make matters worse, Ardyn appeared behind him and seemed to think that now was a great time to reveal his tragic backstory. Over his own screams of pain, Noctis could only barely pick out that this man was his ancestor before he was pulled inside the crystal.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Erin OTHER CHARACTERS:: Genesis, Yuna ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Y'all know me. HOW YOU FOUND US:: I LIVE HERE NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: I plan to take him from right after he enters the crystal in Zegnautus Keep. ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: I AM IMMUNE