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[attr="class","infoNotes"]Don't live on the street Ignis! You'd make a poor Popsicle.
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Ignis seemed quite the connoisseur of wine. He was thoughtful in his movements with the glass and with the proper habits for enjoying the wine. She gently swirled her own glass to lift the aroma of her shiraz. The taste and aroma carried notes of berries and smoke. The bitter tannin soothed the aches of the day. Did a lot of good for the heart too. She studied the red liquid inside her glass as he spoke. [break][break] Cissnei did not mind the target being difficult to parse out from the rest of the population. After all, she had to identify many Avalanche members and Wutai soldiers that tried to disguise himself. Besides, she would hope a prince of any kind would do their due diligence to not walk around with their title so readily known to all. “Hmm. If he’s a young man when he’s pulled into this world.” Cissnei corrected the description. “Seems to be a common problem that people from the same universe get pulled from different timelines.” The Turks she met thus far have been pulled from three different timelines. [break][break] Then she smiled to herself thoughtfully. Caius had all these traits. He could summon weapons at will and teleport short distances. He also wore all black. But, Ignis had met him and made no comment on this being his lost prince. Cissnei wondered at the possibility that Noctis was this mythical prince that Caius spoke of. The one that could banish the darkness and return the light to the people. She’ll be damned. And she could be talking to his retainer. [break][break] “Unfortunately, I will need a little more than what you provided. That could be half the world’s population.” She took another sip of her wine before setting it back on its coaster. “Eye color, hair color, height, build...even if he has a birthmark or a distinguishing scar. Even a hobby? That could help me know where to keep my eyes open.” [break][break] She watched him worry his lip and she gave a frown. She knew that worry. There was no comfort that could quench it until Ignis found what he sought. All she could do was offer her assistance. He peaked her interest though. He knew how to navigate a conversation in his favor. Cissnei could admire that. She only had to wait a breath for him to continue his request. [break][break] A jovial chuckle escaped her at his offer. “Hmm.” She feigned like she was considering the offer quite deeply. “This is a fair deal.” She agreed. “I’ll even let you keep tips and pay you a portion of the profits.” A salary, of course. Besides, there was no guarantee she would find this Noctis. She preferred to be fair in a deal and if Ignis was working, she would be sure he was paid. “Do you have a place to stay now?” It would be no good to have him sitting in the street. A dead worker and patron meant no profit. [break][break] “And who knows. Maybe the person you are looking for will walk through the cafe doors.” The bartender returned with their charcuterie plate. Cissnei took one of the offered small forks and stabbed into a bit of cheese.
Cissnei wanted, no she needed more details about Noctis. Ignis mused to himself as he swirled his wine about his glass and thought of what exactly he could say. He could give the young woman the prince’s entire life story -- he’d been there for the vast majority of it! But, what she had said previously disturbed him. If he was a young man. People being pulled from differing timelines, different ages.
There was a flash in his mind; the vision. Noctis, older, seated upon the throne as a sword was thrust through his chest --
A quick intake of breath was all that Ignis needed to dispel the thought for the moment. He took another sip of his wine, casting away the offending memory. It was the vision he’d been given for Noct’s fate, but considering they were now in another world, was it even valid? Was there even a world to bring the light back to?
Cissnei directed the conversation toward his offer. She accepted it whole-heartedly, though there was a bit of that tease still lining the edge of her voice. Ignis smirked as she offered him tips and a part of the profits -- a full blown employee, then. He propped one elbow up against the bar, resting his chin in his hand as his soon-to-be boss, or employment partner at the least, inquired about his living situation, “Ah, no I don’t have a place to stay yet. I just got into town and lucked myself into a shelter last night.”
The scents of cheeses and thinly sliced, cured meats grew strong as the bartender placed the charcuterie plate in front of the pair. Though his stomach felt tight and uncomfortable, Ignis held off on participating in the delicacies for a bit. There were other scents there; olives maybe, and a type of berry jam.
The idea of Noctis walking right through the door of the cafe was a lovely dream. It would certainly make his job much easier if the young prince would stop by somewhere for a baked treat. Perhaps he could finally perfect that tart recipe and tempt Noct out of hiding that way.
“It would certainly make both of our lives easier if he showed up out of the blue,” Ignis voiced his honest opinion wistfully, “Noctis doesn’t have many distinguishing features when compared to others here, I suppose. His hair is black, his bangs are longer on the right side, but other than that his hair ends just past the top of his ear -- assuming it hasn’t grown longer depending on how long he’s been here. He has blue eyes, and stands about 5’9”. His only notable hobby is fishing for obscene amounts of time … Unless avoiding vegetables can be considered one.”
Iggy couldn’t help but chuckle sadly as he thought of Noctis and his ridiculous quirks. He couldn’t tell Cissnei how easily flustered Noctis became, or that he had a heart of gold. His need to help others wouldn’t help anyone find him. Noctis didn’t even have to travel with his weapon out, and even if he was, there was no telling what he might have with him.
Ignis grabbed his wine glass, and offered it for a toast in Cissnei’s direction, “To finding old friends, and making new ones in the interim.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]Don't be sad Iggy. We'll find him. And Cissnei doesn't want her new pastry chef to be an ice cube.
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Cissnei watched him curiously as he thought deeply on what more of a description he gave her. He seemed to catch a memory that was unpleasant, but Cissnei politely pretended not to notice as she sipped her wine and looked over to the band playing in the corner. It seemed he would need some time to mull some thoughts over.
[break][break] She quietly enjoyed the music as she waited. Having no place to stay in Sonora was very miserable. Especially with the biting cold making limbs go numb. Her eyes lowered as she mulled over some options for him. “Unfortunately, the old building for my investigations agency was...well demolished. Or else I would have offered you one of the rooms above it.” She gave a huff that felt half of amusement and half of exasperation.
[break][break] “I have a couch at my apartment, but I doubt that will be comfortable.” She offered. “Otherwise, I do…” She almost said what she did on Velvet Street, but decided it was not really necessary. “...know some people. I might be able to pull some strings. It's not the most savory part of town, but the rooms are at least warm.” She’d have to work an extra night or two for that. Nothing went unpaid for in Sonora. Especially not charity.
[break][break] Cissnei listened closely to the description, mentally noting everything he said. Just to confirm, she repeated back a gist of the description. She then smiled and gave a soft chuckle. “Good thing there’s no vegetables at the cafe.” She hummed thoughtfully. “So tall, dark and handsome likes to go fishing.” She plopped a grape in her mouth. There undoubtedly were not many spots to do such a thing around here. He looked so sad, but there was little else she could do but help him look.
[break][break] She gave him a smile. “Yes. To finding old friends and new.” She raised her glass to his with a gentle clink. The sound connecting them in spirit, before drinking to the toast.
“So tall, dark and handsome, likes to go fishing.”
Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle at the description. Was that the impression he’d given, or was Cissnei simply ruffling his feathers? True, Noctis had grown from an adorable boy into a handsome young man, but Iggy would hardly call him the canned tall, dark, and handsome. Perhaps that description fit someone else he was thinking of more. Poor Noct tended to be one of the shortest in his groups, despite being the most important -- and royalty to boot. Not that height meant anything when one could warp about and complete any number of important or mundane tasks like Noctis could.
Their drinks clinked together innocently, betraying the difficulty of their situations. They were searching for small fish in an ever-growing pond, it seemed. Yet still, Ignis was beyond thankful to have a working set of eyes looking out for Noct. He took another grateful sip of his wine, allowing it to warm his soul for the moment. It would likely be the last of the warmth he felt for the day, as he would inevitably return to the shelter for the evening in order to get some bout of fitful sleep. It was cold and uncomfortable, housing many unfavorable types, but it was all that was available, for the moment.
Of course, Cissnei had produced a couple of options, but Ignis didn’t wish to inconvenience her anymore than he already had. He helped himself to an olive from the charcuterie plate, relishing in the pop of salt and brine that spread across his palette. It was a delicacy he hadn’t enjoyed in some time, having spent much of his life recently on the road. Oh, how the little things could bring such joy to one’s soul.
“Please, do not inconvenience yourself on my behalf,” Iggy requested proudly, setting his glass down on the bar as he crossed his legs, “I can stay a few nights at the shelter nearby, and perhaps by then I’ll have saved enough to find a place to stay. It’s a bit dreary, but it’s leagues above staying on the street.”
But its too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading, I curse the breaking. The day is gone.
