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Post by Prompto Argentum on Aug 17, 2020 14:12:56 GMT -6
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Enter, my ray of sunshine
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
“Hey! Heeeeeey!”
Prompto ran, tripping over his own feet as he sprinted beside a speeding bus with the windows tinted. He pumped his arms. He breathed in short bursts -- in and out like a steam train. He pressed himself forward, waving his arm wildly over his head, yelling, ”Wait! Wait for me!”
He thought he might have seen a shadowy face behind the window motion towards him. Or maybe it was just a glint of the light because the next second his ankle caught on an uneven weed patch and he went flying face first into the dirt. He yelped, throwing his hands out to catch himself as he rolled, tumbling head over heel as the skin scraped off his elbows and he landed with a sharp, ”Oof!”
When he looked up, he was just a heap on the ground, and the bus was speeding out of view.
”Ah man…” Prompto leaned his head into his hand, wincing as he rubbed at his hair. ”Guess they’re not picking up today.”
Whatever that meant.
It had been hours since he’d first woken up here in the middle of nowhere. And not just any nowhere either -- it was a kind of nowhere without any pit stops or diners or signs he could understand. It wasn’t his nowhere with its vast tracks of plains and forests and cracked dirt. Not his endless skies and open, Lucian roads. This was a place he’d never been before, and after all he’d been through, that was saying a lot.
”Okay. Okay, Prompto. Gotta think.” He looked around him from the road to the cliffs to the...more cliffs. It was a great rocky wasteland not too different from the Leide region except for the weather. Cold gusts of air blew across the rocky plateau, and he couldn’t help but shiver as he grabbed his arms tight. ”Don’t know where we are. Don’t know where we’re going.” He looked towards one empty horizon and then towards the other before he groaned, falling back flat into the dirt.
”Let’s face it. We’re totally lost.”
The dust tumbled over him in thick, dry clouds. Above him, the sky was an overcast gray. Dull, dreary, depressed. Perfect for him, except…
Except there shouldn’t have been any light at all.
That’s the world he’d left behind. The one during that long, long night in Niflheim. He could still see that ghostly green sky. It had felt like he’d been a fish, swimming deep in cold water. He’d wondered if that’s what they’d felt like, looking all that way up into the sun. He’d wished that someone would throw him a line and maybe, just maybe, he’d be drawn back to open air.
They hadn’t found Noctis. Not after nights and nights of searching. There were only daemons in that streets of Graelia now, and the city never slept. After what had felt like ages, Ignis had suggested they return to Lucis: ’They’ll need us now more than ever.’
Which meant leaving Noct. Leaving everything they’d fought for. And now…
”Just like you, huh? Ducking out when the going gets tough?” Prompto threw his hand over his eyes, laughing weakly to himself. It seemed like just a few days ago, he’d nearly taken a poker to the back of that hand. Had it been days? He didn’t know anymore.
What's the point of winnin' if you don't do it with some panache? -Not Reno
❞
Yeaaaah, it was stolen.
Reno had pressed a bit heavy on the gas traveling from a town called Provo after hot wiring a vehicle and speeding off, chasing rumors and info after his arrival to a city called Sonora; One that sounded enough like home that others like him could be there. His suit jacket was folded neatly in the back seat, and the sleeves of his undershirt were rolled up to his elbows, giving him a more casual, unprofessional look over his usual business-casual appearance. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearshift, and his eyes peeking into the sideview mirrors in case he was found out.
Last thing he needed was to find out they responded to vehicle thefts here with tanks, or something.
It would be about this time, during his musings, that he'd notice someone on the side of the road, looking rather distressed. He exhaled sharply through his nose as he weighed his options, leaning towards the yeah, walking is free choice, and speeding past.
Thoughts of a kind old man picking him up echoed back from his memory, the obliterated farm behind him. The kind words, the blind faith in a stranger. Reno hadn't stolen his car because of how kind he was, and this kid didn't look anymore threatening than the tumbleweed, at the moment.
Reno swore quietly and hit the brakes, sliding to a stop some meters away from the kid. He sighed, threw the car in reverse, and backed up to where the kid was, letting out another sigh before he threw another glance in the sideview mirror, then to the kid and motioning for him to get in the passenger seat.
Kid better not make me regret this, or it's off a cliff with the evidence. Reno thought grumpily.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Sept 11, 2020 6:23:40 GMT -6
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I love this dumbass so much it hurts
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know how long he laid there, flat on his back and shivering with a hand over his eye. Maybe five minutes. Maybe an hour. He listened to the howl of the wind through the mountain pass, feeling more sick with each passing second. Noct. Gladio. Iggy. Where were they? And how was he…?
An engine. A car engine. Prompto’s eyes shot open and he sat up in time to see it -- a slick silver convertible barrelling down the road. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, simply watching the thing shoot past him like a bullet. Then his thoughts kicked back into gear, and he raised a hand. ”Hey!”
It was weak. Honestly, Prompto would have been surprised if the driver had even heard him over the rush of wind and the engine’s mechanical purr. Still, it came to a stop not far down the road, and Prompto’s breath caught. Another second and it swerved into reverse. It stopped in front of him, and for a moment, Prompto could only stare at it stupidly. Then the driver came a begrudging wave, and it all clicked into place.
Oh his sweet vehicular savior!
”Seriously?” Prompto scrambled to his feet, laughing. ”Ah man! I owe you one! You’re the best! Seriously!” He jogged towards the car, placed a hand on the top of the door, and leapt over the side, settling into the passenger’s seat. ”I can’t tell you how many cars just kept going on! It’s a cold, cruel world.”
His savior wore a suit. That was the first thing that struck him as he finally looked the driver over. He wore a clean black suit with the collared shirt only buttoned halfway down. His red hair burst out into styled spikes not so different from Prompto’s own (he knew the struggle of morning hair gel!) and then into a long ponytail down his back. A pair of goggles were pushed up onto his forehead. Maybe for driving? But then why wasn’t he using them?
Didn’t matter. Didn’t care.
”So uh.” Prompto tapped on his thigh, bouncing it a few times before he settled back, hands folded behind his head. ”Where are we going?”
What's the point of winnin' if you don't do it with some panache? -Not Reno
❞
Ah man, kid had to be a talker. Reno thought, kicking the vehicle into gear and starting down the road. Reno was a talker, to his people. Or to people who were soon to get a boot in the face. The kid asked a question. Where they were going? Uhh…
"Man… I honestly don't know. Some city called Sonora. I'm from out of town, so, I'm still learning the lay of the land." he gave a shrug, sparing a moment of friendliness to the kid. "Journey is more important, yeah? Name's Reno."
He introduced himself, giving a short nod, before putting his focus back on the road. He figured this kid, with how he was dressed and how he talked, was from out of town as well. Something seemed familiar about the kid, physically, anyways. Something about the swoop of blonde hair compelled Reno to nostalgia, in a way. He hadn't ever met the kid before, not even in passing, but his personality… well, he's known plenty of plucky kids in his time that he found endearing. What started as a random act of kindness served as a kick in the right direction.
Any silence, however, would crippling, so…
"So, you one of these ones that dropped out of the sky, too?"
Probably not the most delicate way to start it, being an offworlder himself, but… it was nice to run into someone else like him. Yeah, he wasn't a Turk, but… it was something.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Sept 23, 2020 6:15:31 GMT -6
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He is just. So much.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
His savior didn’t know where they were going. That was...weird. But then again, Prompto knew the feeling of wandering around the countryside hoping to find something new and exciting. So he just said, ”Huh,” and took a moment to think about it. He’d never heard of Sonora, but then again, there were all kinds of cities in Niflheim. It wasn’t like Lucis which was really just the one and then a whole lot of beautiful nothing. He didn’t know much about the empire, but he knew the nowhere up there was a lot less fun than the nowhere back home.
Though now that he thought about it, that was a little ironic. Prompto, not even knowing Niflheim enough to name its cities. He guessed he really was Lucian afterall.
”Oh yeah, totally. I love the journey.” He looked at Reno, nodding. ”I’m Prompto. Nice to meet tch’ya.”
After the morning he’d had, it really, really was.
Reno turned back to the wheel, preparing to launch, and Prompto tapped his ankle anxiously under the dashboard. He was used to riding shotgun. More than used to it, but this wasn’t the Regalia, and wherever they were going, he decided he didn’t like it. Still, Reno seemed nice enough, and the mystery city had to be better than the side of the road. Oh man, what would’ve happened if he’d been left on the side of the road until nightfall?
Alone? At night? Hunted by daemons? No thank you.
”The sky?” Prompto tilted his head. ”Uh. I don’t think so.” Prompto shrugged, shaking his head. ”I just woke up here.”
He searched his head for something else, but nope. That was it. One moment, looking for sleep, trying to hide his tears, and the next, poof. Gone. Lost. Missing in action. He hoped that Iggy wasn’t worried about him. He thought Gladio would probably be fine.
”Though, uh. Wait. Is that something that happens?” Prompto scrambled to get a better look at him. Was he pulling his leg? That sounded like pulling his leg. ”They’d probably just go splat, right?”
What's the point of winnin' if you don't do it with some panache? -Not Reno
❞
The kid, Prompto, shared bewilderment at the mention of dropping out of the sky, which didn't surprise Reno at all. The only clue he had before hearing of weaponized damsels crashing through the roofs of houses in Torensten that he fell was the hole in the ceiling of the Chocobo Barn. People dropped in more often than not, and well…
Prompto's next remark about people going splat pulled a grin from Reno. Damn this kid, he already liked him.
"In my experience,"that I can friggin remember"There are people dropping in that are more durable than your average person. Hate to break it to ya, but it seems like this place has a cornucopia of visitors from other worlds for some reason. Unfortunately, the reason why seems a bit beyond what investigative powers I have to figure out." Also, you can't interrogate rumors.
He'd continue down the road, taking the right side of a fork, following a dusty sign with several different city names on it. New places. New people. What reports he did manage to find out about, there were people dropping and recognizing each other, finding each other as they travel.
Friends, and enemies. It was only a matter of time before Reno found out if any of his people were here, and he knew to go from there. As for Prompto…
"So, why don't you tell me about yourself? Who knows, maybe I ran into a buddy of yours that dropped in, as well." he doubted that had, but this kid… Reno figured maybe easing his mind would allow his own mind some ease, as well. After all, it was nice to meet someone who kind of understood what it was like to get plucked from your home and dropped into another place.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 14, 2020 7:21:15 GMT -6
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Baby no
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Uh…”
Prompto didn’t really get what the man was saying. People dropping in? Other worlds? It sounded like a cartoon he’d watched back in Insomnia. It was about this kid. He’d gotten hit by a car, and then he was in a whole other world filled with ninjas and it was like hundreds of years ago and everyone could use magic instead of just kings. It was pretty bomb, but that wasn’t something that actually happened. Not that he knew about anyway.
”Are you sure?” That sounded polite to say. He didn’t want to call his savior nuts. ”Cause that sounds kinda…”
Okay. Maybe he’d call him a little nuts.
”Me? Oh, I’m Prompto. Though I guess I already said that, didn’t I?” Prompto watched the car speed past cliffs and rocks and all the dry dirt that had taken Prompto forever to reach on foot. It always felt good, sitting in the front seat of a car, resting his legs while he could have been out hiking. Not that he hated hiking. He just hated getting sweat and cold and hot and muddy and covered in bugs.
”I’m, uh. Yeah. I’m looking for some friends of mine.” Wherever they were. Where were they? Prompto guessed the better question was where he was himself. ”There’s Gladio. He’s a real big guy with a real big sword. Kinda gruff. You’ll see him coming from a mile away.”
His stomach turned. He was worried. Not about Gladio specifically, but about everyone. The way he’d left them…
”Then there’s Ignis. He’s the smartest guy I know. He’s real good at like tactics and stuff. And his cooking!” He made a longing noise. Then he stopped as that same, creeping feeling hit him again -- stronger this time. ”He’s… not doing so good now.” Iggy, stumbling along with a cane. Iggy, with half his face twisted under sunglasses. ”He can’t see. Blind, you know? He used to be real good in a fight, but…”
But that had changed. It had broken Prompto’s heart seeing him like that. It still did.
”Uh. But then there’s Noctis. He’s-” Prompto almost said ’the prince of Lucis.’ Almost. Then he caught himself because this was the empire (it had to be) and if it got out that they knew each other…
”-my best friend. Yeah.” Prompto ruffled his hair. ”So uh. What about you?” Prompto looked up, his eyes drifting towards the sky. It was a gray, overcast, miserable day. It was a cold day. None of that meant anything compared to what he felt now. ”Looking for someone?”
What's the point of winnin' if you don't do it with some panache? -Not Reno
❞
Reno listened to Prompto's descriptions of his friends, not being able to help a small grin here and there, taking note of his enthusiasm when he talked about them. It reminded Reno of how he felt about (most of) the Turks. Yeah, business was business, but they didn't just stand around and look cool. They told stories on stakeouts to stay awake, they had each other's back during random bar fights that Reno would always start. It was family, in a way. All they really had, anymore.
Then came the depressing part. His friend, Ignis. Blind? That was rough. He made mention of a Noctis, but kind of trailed off, just ending it with a 'best friend' thing. Huh. Was he hiding something? Reno's detective senses were tingling, but this was a hitchhiker. He needed to resist the urge to press… for now. At the moment, Prompto posed his own question, to which Reno pondered the way he'd answer for a moment, before sighing a bit.
"Yeah. Same boat as you, man. Had myself an entourage, and next thing I know, I wake up here. You could say that we were a group of, ah... private investigators. We took on some work here and there, made a name for ourselves, and well… here I am." he stole a glance over to Prompto, and felt a slight chill at the look in the kid's eyes. This guy had it bad.
"Hey, look, it's not all that bad. Think about what I said. New people just showing up everywhere. I know you're confused and probably think I'm crazy, but… your friends might already be here. In fact, they could be out there looking for you in return. That's what I'm thinking about my people." Reno was usually every bit of ass at being encouraging. One of the aforementioned bar fights was because he tried to 'help' someone feel better. But he could relate to this kid.
He was lost. Lost people important to him. Sure, Reno was a jerk most of the time, but, he could afford one or two acts of kindness here or there.
Even though it made him want to yark on the dashboard.
"Tell ya what. We're on our way to a good hub for info. If you want, I can take you all the way there, you get some food in you, and ask about your friends. I'm pretty sure if they're anything like my people, it won't be long before you hear something."
He hoped that it worked a little, because after that, he let it rest in case Prompto wanted to vent more. If not, well, they were coming up on a fuel stop, and Reno wasn't sure if he had enough gil on him to fill the tank and get snacks, but he'd try.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Feb 2, 2021 9:54:32 GMT -6
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Oh hey there's that self-loathing again
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Huh.” That was all Prompto could say at first. Huh. Reno was talking about his friends. How he’d lost them. How they might be around somewhere. Prompto knew that might be true, but he also knew that all of this was not normal and that he wasn’t where he should be. Had the others been brought here too? Whatever Ardyn had done (and it had to be Ardyn, didn’t it) had he done it to all of them together? Ignis? Gladio?
Noctis?
Prompto tapped his finger on his thigh, trying not to think too much. Reno made it hard though. Talking so much about lost friends like that.
”I hope you find them,” he said. Reno might have been a little crazy, but he seemed like a nice guy. Nice enough to pull over on the side of the road and stop for him at least. That counted for something.
Prompto felt that horrible creeping feeling sinking in. He knew Reno had tried to cheer him up, but it really hadn’t helped with that. This was a real, serious situation, and Prompto had to keep his head in the game. The best he could, anyway. If he let himself think too much…
Well, he’d never get anywhere, would he?
”Huh?” Prompto perked up at Reno’s offer. Take him all the way to wherever he was going? Food? Prompto grinned. ”Hell yeah! I mean, if it’s okay with you. I need a ride, you know? And you don’t have to get me food, but...that’s real nice too. Why are you being so nice to me?”
Some part of Prompto’s brain told him to just nod and accept a good thing. The other part, the part connected to his mouth, thought he was just some guy on the side of the road and that he wasn’t worth much anyway. Most people didn’t think about him or what he needed. Most cars hadn’t stopped like Reno’s had.
”I mean…” He rubbed at the back of his head. ”You don’t even know me.”
