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Fortunately, Alex listened, enraptured. Really, the idea of just... taking this "picture" and keeping it immortalized forever was something even he could get into. He was never the artist Alphinaud was, who could just draw from memory, which Alex was sure was effectiely photographic. Really became convenient when they were looking for some of their friends. Really inconvenient when Alphinaud saw something he really liked, like Y'shtola getting pulled out of the lifestream. He remembered Cassandra being very, very careful after finding out about that little bit of information. Alex knew about computers. Super computers even! Allag had plenty of them. So when Prompto brought it up, he simply nodded in understanding. Amazing; a world that could have super sentai mecha robots that could even be piloted yet it didn't have anything resembling a camera. But he did happily take the camera, snapping a few pictures before handing it back.
A natural, huh?
He took a moment to examine the handwriting. Well, most people just gave him a name, but he figured the flourish would make it unique if nothing else? He just expected Prompto to sign that way for everything now, that was all. Satisfied, he gave a nod as he slammed the book shut, taking it back behind the counter before turning around and handing him the broom, also asking "Yyyyou... wouldn't happen to have a spare camera, would you?" He could have a lot of fun with that. Maybe snap a few photos, get some memories for the road when he inevitably had to go back to his world. It was something he'd enjoy as he began to sweep the floor alongside Prompto.
But, well, good times can't last forever. There was still something he wanted to know. "So, uh, hate to dampen the mood but," He'd been warned about the man from Noctis, but "Tell me about Ardyn, please." Alex thought it might be better to simply find out as much as he could about Ardyn, hunt the man down, and just take him out. One two three. Couldn't be that hard, right? Right? He just hoped that Prompto could talk about Ardyn; he didn't know about the man's relationship with Noctis's friends. He just really hoped he wasn't pressing some kind of trauma button.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”A spare...camera?” Prompto shook his head. ”Nah, man. Not on me. Though I’ve got a bunch at home. They’ve all got a different feel, you know? A different soul.” Prompto didn’t know if that made sense, but it made sense to him, and that was all that mattered. He thought so anyway. ”But yeah. Totally it's cool. And mine. I’m not giving up my camera for anyone.”
Wouldn’t that be a trip? Losing his camera just like everything else? He might just totally snap.
That wouldn’t be good.
Alex gave him a broom and he gripped it like how Ignis had taught him. Not that he couldn’t figure out how to use a broom on his own, but apparently there was a proper form to these kinds of things and an improper one. Prompto was pretty much improper about everything, but he wanted to do this right. So he went around the shop, keeping his brush strokes short and neat as he tried to replay all of Ignis’ cleaning advice in his head.
It was only Prompto now. And Alex seemed even more hopeless than he did.
Prompto was busy trying to sweep a particularly stubborn line of wood debris into the dustpan when Alex spoke again. ”So, uh. Hate to dampen the mood, but…” Alex lingered on that ‘but’ long enough for Prompto to look up, head tilted. ”Tell me about Ardyn, please.”
”H-huh?” Prompto felt a chill run down his spine at that name. He wanted him to…?
”About him? Er, yeah. I guess. Why?” Prompto straightened up, trying hard to look casual, but he felt himself fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Alex wanted to know about Ardyn. He could get that. Totally got it, in fact. So why did it make Prompto’s skin crawl?
”I don’t actually know that much. Just. What he did…” He rubbed at the side of his head, ruffling his hair. ”So, uh. What do you want to know?”
Honestly, as long as Prompto didn't look into Alex's eyes, his amber, daemon looking eyes, he'd probably be fine. Nothing fishy there, at least. Definitely not something to bother the poor kid more than Alex already did by existing. But it was a fair question, and as Alex looked at his lack of progress, he cringed. He was bad at this. Taking a look at Prompto's form, he tried his best to copy it. Never had to clean a house when you were homeless! Of course, he also cheated a little, as the very slightest of breezes could be felt, carrying along some of the dust and lighter pieces of debris. Right, just, multitask, he could do that, as he stopped his current task to answer Prompto. Why, right? "When I met up with Noctis in this world, he wanted me to help him kill Ardyn. Or stop him at least." Was he gonna get mad at that? He remembered that Prompto had gotten pretty upset about Alex talking about Noctis.
Ah, well, too late now.
Yeah, he also decided he was just going to cause a gale or something and then shoot everything out of one of the many holes in the roof once Prompto was out of the room. Gods he really hoped it didn't rain any time soon. "I agreed. But when I asked Noctis about Ardyn, he didn't answer me. Instead he got up like his job there was done even though he didn't do anything and left to do who knows what. Is he normally like that, just swerving from one thing to the next?" He remarked, completely devoid of any self awareness. Though he paused for a moment. "Actually he might have gone fishing." The man had stopped their run from magical mechanical knight soldiers just to go camping and go fishing when he'd visited Eorzea. Joke was on him, though, now Alex knew how to go ocean fishing. Take that, Noctis.
Looking at the broom, Alex figured he'd just--No, that'd look bad to Prompto, couldn't do that. So, with a mental sigh, he'd decided to be a good boy, and following Prompto's example, actually started to gather things together in a pile that he could dispose of with a dustpan. He looked around, wondering where the hell he put that thing, before turning his amber gaze back to Prompto. "So I know I'm supposed to give Ardyn a beating, which, sure, okay, but I don't know a single thing about him except that apparently he's a bad guy. And he deserves it. I don't even know what the guy looks like." Now that he looked at the poor kid, well, kid compared to him, did he look like he was really uncomfortable or...? What the hell did Ardyn do? "So, I guess just... anything...? What he looks like would be great. I'm kind of blind here." Maybe it was like Sephiroth where he almost blew up his own world or something?
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Oh, uh. Yeah. I mean, that’s Noctis basically. We used to get sidetracked a lot.” Still, he wasn’t sure it was like Noctis to hear about Ardyn then go fishing. There were a lot of things that couldn’t wait until after a fishing trip for Noctis, but he thought the ex-chancellor might have been one of them. Then again, he guessed that they didn’t know Ardyn was here. Maybe Noctis just didn’t want to answer the question. Prompto knew he sure didn’t.
Man, a fishing trip sounded pretty good right about now.
”Okay. So. Ardyn.” Prompto stopped sweeping and set his broom upright, taking a long breath before he went on. ”First thing, you don’t want to fight him. I mean, you probably want to, but it’s not a good idea. It doesn’t matter what you do to him, he’ll just get right back up and running. I’d know. I shot him in the back of the head.”
After Noctis had disappeared. After Ardyn had taunted them about it. Prompto hadn’t thought about it, he’d just raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Ardyn had stumbled a little. He’d lost his stupid hat. That was it.
The man wasn’t human.
”He’s really creepy. Like major stranger danger vibes. He wears a ton of clothes -- like a vest and two pairs of pants and then these ruffles and a long coat. Don’t know how he doesn’t get hot in that. And he’s got these eyes.” Prompto couldn’t help a shudder. It sent chills up his back, those eyes. They seemed to glare out of the shadows like a cats’, and just the thought of them…
The thought…
It made him think of a terrifying voice over a tin static intercom. It made him think of loss and pain and getting strung up and beaten and left to die.
Prompto swallowed.
”He’s a monster,” he said, quieter than usual. ”Like a daemon. I don’t know what he is or what he wanted, but he hurt a lot of people. And he wanted to, he-” Prompto rubbed at the back of his neck and looked away. ”Can we talk about something else?”
He listened intently. This was obviously a matter of world safety and it was something that needed to be taken care of as soon as possible! Well, at least it was, until Prompto actually started talking. Oh, sure, Ardyn was definitely a scumbag, and Alex would definitely deal with him should he ever find him. It was becoming clear though he'd either have to track Noctis down and make him spill the beans, or run into someone else from--Caius, right. Caius might know something. He probably needed to go pay Caius a visit, rib him for saving Torensten because he knew all too well what that sort of thing tended to lead to. The Dragonblade Leader was more than welcome to claim the title of Warrior of Light if he wanted it, Alex just hoped he knew what exactly he was getting himself into. But for now, he stayed quietly, letting Prompto give what he was willing until it became too uncomfortable for him to continue.
And then he put his foot in his mouth.
"That's it?" At the end of it all, those were the first words out of his mouth, blurted without really thinking. It wasn't even in an inquisitive or condescending tone. Rather, it sounded more like that there was that feeling of relief coming from Alex. There was a brief pause for a moment as Alex quickly fidgeted at the realization of what exactly he'd gone and said. He quickly "I--uh--I--sorry, it's just..." Ardyn's... kinda small time. And he definitely didn't want to say that. But for someone who just got up after receiving fatal wounds? "If it helps, though, should you ever find yourself against another regenerator; burn 'em. They can't regenerate while they're burning." He knew exactly how to deal with that. Of course, that was when another sobering realization hit him, regarding his own home.
My life really spiraled so out of control that an Immortal of the Flesh seems like a non issue.
Oh, man, and he'd gone and trivialized what was obviously a traumatic event for--aaagghh. He scratched his head, feeling the awkwardness settling in. From what little he'd learned of Prompto, he doubted the kid would blow up or anything, but still, he felt bad about it. "So um, yeah, moving, yeah." Another silence settled for a few moments. "You know, I keep grilling you about your world and your life, but I've never offered you the same." A desperate attempt to swerve away from an awkward topic and a misstep. He'd at least try to salvage the situation, at least. There had to be something that Prompto was curious about, right? Right? Something that could end the stifling feeling growing in the air.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t know what he’d expected from Alex. Disbelief, probably. Maybe some kind of horror. That’s how Prompto would have felt, hearing about some kind of immortal daemon man with a streak for sadism. That’s how he did feel, just thinking about it, but that wasn’t how Alex felt, and how Alex really did feel was. Well…
”That’s it?” Alex just looked at him like he was expecting something else, and Prompto was so startled that he just stared. Alex must have noticed because he started walking it back immediately, sputtering and apologizing and then giving some advice about “regenerators.”
Something in Prompto sank. It sank lower and lower like a fish disappearing into a cold, dark sea. ”Oh, uh.” Prompto reached up and rubbed his neck the way he always did when he didn’t know what to say. ”Okay.”
And that was that.
”It’s cool. Not talking about you, I mean. You’re the one with all the questions. I’m just, uh. Yeah.” He didn’t really know what was coming out of his mouth. His head wasn’t on right anymore which was weird for him and weird for anyone, wasn’t it? It wasn’t right, the way he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to talk which was even weirder. A few minutes ago, he’d have loved to ask questions about whatever strange adventure, guild, dark knight world that Alex came from. Right now though? He was sunk too deep.
”If it’s cool, think I might just work on this for a little while. Guess I’m still kinda tired. You know, from riding all that way?” Prompto picked up the room without really looking at him. ”Heh. Just not really feeling it, I guess.”
Way to go, Alex. Way to fucking go. There's a slip up, and then there's whatever this is. This is why Cassandra had always done the negotiating. She was more diplomatic, and sweet. People also considered her a lot prettier than him. He found that debateable, but that was an argument for another time. "Yeah, I, uh, I get what you're saying. You should rest. Get your strength back. Yeah." He remarked as a silence fell over the entire place. "There's uh..." He began, wondering if he should say it before pressing on. "There's rooms in the back, help yourself." The tension was thick, and he could feel it growing even worse. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of where to go from here. He wasn't sure what was he even supposed to say? He felt bad, knew what he'd done wrong, was he just supposed to say sorry and hope for the best? The more he dwelled on it the more he felt even worse about what happened, and, yeah. Prompto clearly, yeah. What now?
He cleared his throat. Trying his damndest to make the situation feel less awkward, but he felt that he'd only made it even more awkward by just clearing his throat. "I-Iiiii'm gonna go out and do..." He looked at Prompto before he craned his head a bit. "Uh..." At least a bit more towards the door. "Errands. Yeah." In truth, he just wanted to get out of there. He set his broom against the wall by the door, opening his mouth, which suddenly felt very, very dry. "So, um, sorry. About, yeah. I... didn't think it'd happen like that. I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." He tried to apologize again, very poorly, should he just leave the poor kid alone? Probably? Time heals all wounds?
He clasped his hands together. "Thank you for everything you're doing." That was a bit easier at least. "It may not seem like much to you, but I do appreciate it." Because he meant it. Having someone to help out meant a lot to him, and yeah, he would make sure Prompto was taken care of, he was a man of his word and all that. As he shuffled awkwardly towards the door, trying to open it as quietly as possible; only resulting in a long, extended creak as the hinges toiled under the pressure, he looked back. "And, uh, Prompto?" He did feel the need to give one caveat, minor though it was! Literally. "While I'm gone, please stay out of the booze." He coughed. "Last thing I need is to get in trouble for serving alcohol to a minor." As he shut the door.
