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Why was this bothering him? Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd already upset Prompto and it seemed every interaction something went off between the two of them. Usually minor, but it was something that Alex was starting to expect at this point. Right, face his fears! He's got the unflappable Matoya with him! He's got the poroggos, too! Maybe the sight of the larger frogs hopping along on their hind legs, staves in hand would be a fun sight. It certainly helped distract Alex as he walked through the back with the rest of the group. The back was slightly better than everything else. Slightly. It definitely needed work, too, but it was something that would be dealt with eventually, and even then, was better than sleeping on the streets. At that point, Alex would just go out into the forest or something.
He stood outside Prompto's door now. A few seconds passed, and he shuffled. Well, if he didn't Matoya was either going to make him or do it herself. So he rubbed the back of his neck. "Prepare to be amazed." It came out with no small amount of sarcasm as he looked at the door. "Hey, uh, Prompto?" He followed it up with a knock. It was gentle, but also hopefully loud enough to get his attention. Alexander didn't want to risk intruding on something, anyway. Boys his age had needs and interests and well, sometimes they didn't have the best ideas when it came to privacy. There was also the fact that Prompto just might not want to talk after what had happened the last time either of them spent any time together.
Gods he was bad at this.
There was another couple seconds before he carried on. He could already feel time running out. "Sorry to bother you, but uh," He looked back at Matoya. "We've got a lead on Gladio and Ignis and we need your help to follow up on it." It wasn't an actual lie, right? They did have something! Whether it would amount to anything was another story. Were those two even in this world? Even still, if the possibility existed, it wouldn't hurt to check. Alex looked towards the poroggos, as a bonus. "Also, we have frogs." Considering how fascinating Prompto found the little tidbits of his world, maybe magic frogs would be interesting to him as well, maybe?
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto had a problem.
Or rather, Alex had a problem. The guild (what was it called -- The Rising Winds?) had a problem. Prompto had tried his best to clean the place up, and he’d done pretty good, he thought. He’d swept all the splinters, dust, and glass shards off the floor. He’d gone through the boxes and unpacked what he could, shoving them in places he thought they should go. He’d even cleaned the windows because Alex had saved his life, and the Iggy voice in his head wouldn’t let him stop at just sweeping. But no matter how hard he worked, they still had a big problem that Prompto just didn’t know how to solve.
A rat problem.
Prompto had first noticed them when he’d moved one of those big boxes and a big, fat, scuttling rodent had darted out, and he’d screeched and jumped back, hands up defensively. He’d found another one in one of the boxes with a full nest and everything. That made him think twice about all those little brown pellets he’d been sweeping up. He kept his eyes peeled after that, and when he’d heard the faint sound of tiny claws scratching around in the walls while he was sleeping, he knew he had to do something.
Which left him with a question. How did you get rid of rats?
With cats, obviously!
Alex was out for a while on some trip to an evil, haunted forest that Prompto had noped, noped, noped out of. Which left him alone. With free access to do whatever he could for the place, and he took that job very seriously. Once he thought up the idea, it was on. He went searching the marketplace for cat food (all he found was some fish, but he thought that was good enough) then he went searching all the alleys and dumpsters for cats. He thought there were probably some stores that sold cats, but those weren’t the right kind of cats. They were lazy cats. No, what he wanted was working cats. Rat-catching cats.
It all made sense to him, anyway.
So that was how he ended up with a feral cat colony living outside of Alex’s house. Prompto had only invited a few, but once the fish came out, more and more slinked out of the shadows until they were all yowling and pawing at each other and taking naps on the crates Prompto had moved out there for them. Once he knew they liked them, he cut open little cat-sized holes in the crates so they could get in then put all kinds of blankets and toys inside. When it rained, they’d all cram themselves in there in a great big pile of cats that made Prompto’s heart melt.
But he still had one more step to go. If he wanted the rats gone then he had to bring the cats inside the house.
Which was why he was in the back storeroom on that cold, rainy morning with three skinny cats, crouching down next to them and rooting them on.
”You got this, Muffins!” Prompto ruffled the cat’s neck, massaging her scruff encouragingly. Muffins meowed back, leaning into his hand and circling back around to rub on his knee. She was a long-haired calico, the kind that was like the very picture of a good cat, but she was boney and dirty and had some kind of eye infection. She was one of the friendlier cats which was why she got to come inside along with Charlie, a big tabby with a torn ear, and Snuffles. Snuffles had a scrunched up snout that looked like it had been hit with something and healed wrong which meant that he was always wheezing to himself.
Right now, none of the cats seemed very interested in rats. Muffins kept rubbing on him, purring like a motorboat. Charlie was busy napping on top of a crate. Snuffles tried to jump up next to him but missed the landing and toppled over instead.
Prompto groaned. ”Come on, you guys! You’ve got a job to do!”
Snuffles turned to face him and sat, staring and breathing heavily through his mouth. Prompto rubbed at the side of his head. ”Okay, okay. We’ll try again later.”
It was then that he heard voices.
It was coming from the hallway somewhere, and it sounded like Alex. Prompto couldn’t tell what he was saying, but if Alex was back then it was probably good to go say hi. So he sighed, stood up, and dusted his hands on his jeans. ”Just, uh. Keep working on it, guys!” he said. It didn’t look like they’d be working on much while he was gone, but he left the door open for them anyway in case they wanted to try somewhere else.
Prompto came out to find Alex, an old lady, and...frogs? They were outside his bedroom door, and it looked like Alex had knocked.
”Oh. Hey! Looking for me?” Prompto leaned back on one heel with his arms crossed. ”Cool frogs! Are they, uh. Wait, are they holding little sticks?” Prompto blinked at them and they stared back, waddling on their two legs to turn and face him. ”Dude. That is. So cool! Like seriously, what are they?”
It was then, in that moment, that disaster struck.
He didn’t see the cat coming. He didn’t hear it either. One second, he was fawning over frogs, and the next a streaking mass of fur had darted out of nowhere and pounced on one, knocking it over with its tail swishing violently back and forth. Prompto’s eyes widened in horror and his mouth fell slack.
Matoya did not know that this boy was staying in the very hovel that Alex needed to fix up. It was like he was keeping strays in a box. Though, if Matoya had to be honest, it showed Alex’s kindness to those in need, even if the Warrior of Light was an eccentric himself. Perhaps, she had been judging him too hard. Not that she would admit it. [break][break] And what on earth was an ar-pee-gee? Sounded like another thing to rot the minds of the youth. [break][break] The back seemed to need work too. And Matoya could help with that. Broom enchantments and frog servants had their limitations, but they generally did well when only given one task at a time. Though, if you let them, they’d argue with you and walk all over you. Matoya made it a point to not let her enchantments even have a chance to do so with her. After all, who wanted to be caught arguing with a bristling broom? [break][break] The floors creaked beneath her feet. She glared at the back of Alex’s head as she waited for him to knock. What was it about him and doors? He did not seem to like using them when he knew others were on the other side. And just when she thought she’d have to utter some derogatory encouragement, he made his move. She rolled her eyes at his coddling introduction and lure to get him out. Good heavens. You would think he was trying to egg a scared puppy out of a box. [break][break] But it seemed the puppy was already out of the box. This Prompto was scrawny, but he seemed to have a genial personality. He eyed her Poroggo in fascination, they looked to her for permission to answer. She gave a single nod and tilted her head at the boy. [break][break] One of the two spoke. “We’re Poroggo.” They said simply. “We are humble…” [break][break] Then before he could finish the response, a cat collided with his froggy face. He shivered and trembled, not even able to get a small water spell off. The cat bit into him with claws gripping into amphibian flesh. [break][break] Matoya was quick to act at seeing her servant attacked. A sharp rap of her staff and there was the sound of magic as small puffs of clouds appeared around the cat. Once the clouds dispersed the cat merely slept laying flat and drooling as if under anesthesia. She eyed the cats that were now coming and the other Poroggo, fearful for its own safety, sent a small orb of water to splash at them. They seemed surprised enough to fall back a little, though their tails still flicked with that hunter's instinct. [break][break] “Remove these feral creatures from here! In a room or outside, I care not. Do you even know if they are rabid?” She would have to keep an eye on her Poroggo now that slide that cat off it. “Move! Before they’re out of their stupor!” She was too old to move quickly to do it herself. She looked at her still standing poroggo. “Move him to another room and shut the door.” She commanded. The other poroggo grabbed the injured one and moved him into the adjacent room without bothering to knock. A “woe is me…” could be heard from one as the door was shut.
Alex could only stare blankly as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Prompto opened the door, cheery as ever. Weird, but okay. Nothing could keep the kid down, apparently. But the cats, he'd been keeping cats, apparently. Obviously feral ones. They appeared, and one of them apparently decided that frog legs sounded good. And thus he was watching in slow motion, as the furball pounced on the poroggo, who was clearly dismayed and shocked by this turn of events, trying and failing to rescue itself. Was there music playing? He was pretty sure there was, or was that just his imagination playing? He was snapped back to reality as Matoya promptly lost her temper. As per usual. He spoke up, mostly in defense at first. "Doubt they're rabid. Feral, maybe, but not rabid." No, Prompto wouldn't be playing with them if they were. Things would be going in an entirely different direction.
There was a slight meow as Alex noticed the Calico. "So we meet again, Calico." That cat was just never going away, was it?
Still, he craned his head back, taking note of the poroggo situation. Watching those frogs try and be people was always extremely amusing in its own goofy way. Still, one was injured, as amusing as their hamming it up might be. He could feel it coming, and he was incredibly grateful he had his back to Matoya, standing between her and Prompto. He brought his hand to his chin, looking at Prompto coolly, before he opened his mouth slightly and bit into the index finger of his gauntlet, lips curling upward before he straightened his expression. So happy to have his back to Matoya. "Prompto. That was..." He tried to get out before...
“woe is me…”
Once more he bit into the gauntlet, baring his teeth as he closed his eyes. Oh he hoped Prompto didn't rat him out. Once again he steeled himself as he let the door slam, as if trying to make it look like he was accentuating his point. "You are in so much trouble. Go with Master Matoya while I clean this up." He got it out as quick as he could before he started moving the cats into the storage room, before they could recover from their stupor. The rest he shooed in. He'd just let Matoya and Prompto head back out for a hot second, while he handled the cats and his rapid onset case of the giggles. Gods, it was just, they were like goofy little green people! It was adorable and hilarious!
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] This was bad.
This was really bad.
Prompto stared in horror as the cat sank its teeth into the frog, claws pinning it helplessly to the floor. It flailed about on its back looking like an overturned beetle with its weird mouth gaping open as it made a terrified wheezing noise. Or maybe that was Snuffles. The cat was so excited he kept snorting with his mouth full.
There was a sharp, wooden clunk then a crack of magic and Snuffles was lost in a sudden cloud of smoke. Once it cleared, Snuffles had fallen over limp on his side, mouth hanging open.
Prompto blinked at the cat slowly. ”Wh-wha-?” He felt a slow dread sinking in. ”Wait, what did you do? Snuffles!” Prompto scrambled to his knees beside the cat and started desperately stroking his fur. ”Is he…? You know?”
Oh man. He did not need a dead cat in his life. No, no, no.
The old lady was yelling at him. Prompto winced before he remembered Snuffles again, and he gathered himself up to yell back. ”They’re not rabid! They’re just hungry!” Prompto carefully gathered Snuffles up in his arms and rocked back to his feet. He looked over the cat closely, stroking him from head to tail. Now that he was closer, he could hear his soft wheezes of breath. Snuffles’ chest slowly rose and fell.
Prompto let out a sigh of relief. ”Okay. Still good.”
No dead cats! That was something.
Then Alex started talking. He sounded mad.
”Oh, uh.” He was in trouble? That made him sound like some kid, and while part of him wanted to yell back that he was twenty years old, thank you very much, the other part felt like a kid when Alex was the one talking. ”I wasn’t trying to…” Prompto trailed off awkwardly, feeling suddenly heavy under the weight of their eyes.
He bit his tongue, scuffing at the ground with his boot. ”Ah man…”
Alex said he’d clean up which apparently meant taking the cats back where they belonged so Prompto handed over Snuffles then watched him go, wondering if he really had done something wrong. Then again, he wasn’t really sure how. How was he supposed to know there’d be a woman with a bunch of walking, talking frogs?
Speaking of that woman.
”So, uh. You’re Matoya?” She was old. And cranky. And Prompto got the sudden feeling that he did not want to be alone with her. ”I’m Prompto. Did you...want something with me? Ma’am?” The added ‘ma’am’ felt right. No way was he taking chances now.
They were probably right. The cats did not have all the signs of rabies. They were simply acting on instinct. Nothing could be had for it. She gave a sigh, like a disappointed mother would. Her poroggos probably could take on these threats, but they tried to be good guardians. The cats posed no threat to Matoya, so they had not acted more ferociously. Matoya, in turn, would take care of those that faithful served her. [break][break] Matoya was not sure what the boy was in trouble for. Sure, she spoke harshly at the start of issue to get the situation swiftly taken care of. She wanted it nipped in the bud before her poor poroggos took more injury. Though she wasn’t HAPPY with what happened, it was just an accident, wasn’t it? However, it did sound like he brought in the strays unannounced. [break][break] And for some reason, she felt she wanted to rap Alex in the back of the head with her staff. Though her keen eye couldn’t catch why. Instead, she placed the but of her staff on the ground with yet another huffed sigh. Her eyes, wrinkled at the edges, stared cooly at Prompto as Alex acted to get the situation under control. [break][break] Snuffles. Yikes. What a name. Youth these days were creative weren’t they? “He only sleeps. It was the best way to quickly stop...Snuffles.” She could not believe she said the name. She was not a monster. She loved nature and tending to it. She wouldn’t cold hearted kill a small thing for acting on its instinct, especially when her life was not in danger. [break][break] But she didn’t care about trivial matters. She only wanted to get business done so she can go back to doing what Matoya does when she is alone. Reading, drinking tea, tending her tea garden, and working on spell work and its theories. Oh, and most importantly, resting. [break][break] She raised a brow. “You’ve heard of me then?” In her world, she would not have been surprised. Many spread rumors about her, and it caused troublesome adventurers to come to her grotto. Though, she made sure to not make it easy for them to seek her help. [break][break] “Well, Prompto.” Her voice was gentler now. It seemed he had SOME manners. “I want nothing from you. I did hear you may need something from me.” She leaned into her staff and looked over him. “Alex tells me you are looking for someone. Care to tell me more?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] The old woman, Matoya, raised an eyebrow. ”You’ve heard of me then?” Prompto blinked.
”Huh?”
Well, yeah, he’d heard of her a few minutes ago. Alex had said her name, hadn’t he? But then, he guessed he’d kind of made it sound like he’d known her from somewhere, hadn’t he? Like maybe Alex had actually told him something instead of strolling in with an old lady and her army of frogs. That would’ve been nice.
As it was, Prompto had no clue who she was except for the name and...that was about it, actually. If Alex had a dad face then Matoya had a great-grandma face. Not even just a grandma. She looked somewhere around a hundred.
Was she a friend of Alex’s? Were they related? Man, Alex just loved springing stuff on him, didn’t he?
”Something from you?” Prompto echoed, head tilted to the side. Matoya looked him over closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. She wanted to know more. About who he was looking for.
”Oh, uh…” Prompto rubbed at his neck. What had Alex said to her?
”Right. Well, I’m kind of...alone.” He didn’t like saying it. He didn’t like thinking it. He didn’t like telling old ladies about it. He also didn’t like avoiding questions when someone seemed nice enough about it so he went on. ”I mean, I’ve got plenty of friends! You know, back home? Well, I’ve got three of them anyway. And...I’ve lost them.”
There was his throat clenching again. Why’d it always have to do that when he was just trying to talk? Prompto groaned and rubbed at the side of his head. ”I’ve never been alone before. Or, er, not for a while. Not like this. And what if they’re in trouble, you know? And I’m just sitting around here with Alex feeding cats.”
His shoulder slumped. Useless, as always. That was him.
”So, uh. Yeah. I’m want to find them. Real bad. Why do you want to know?”
The blank look in his eyes told him he didn’t know anything about her. It was odd to her. From her world, many had at least heard of her and seen some of her works in circulation. Some adventurers even journeyed far and wide to seek her aid that she may or may not give. It seemed she would have to get used to those not knowing. [break][break] But introductions were time consuming and pointless, when they could just get straight to the point. More work was done that way. But it seemed the boy had a tendency to babble. At least it was coherent babbling. It grated her nerves and her fist tightened on her staff. But, she could tolerate it as long as he could get to the point. [break][break] This was an instance where someone told a stranger far too much personal information on a first meeting. He was alone because he lost his friends. Well. Yeah. That’s what being alone meant... Thaliak, he seemed to have more problems than just not having friends. She tried not to roll her eyes. [break][break] Matoya watched him as he tried to hold back his sorrow. It seemed this was quite the ordeal for him. She was moved a little. He wore his feelings on his sleeves and expressed his concern clearly. But these were normal aspects of life. Things come and go. Permanence was rare. [break][break] “Well, I’m not asking for MY health.” She said with a hum of a joke. She shook her head. “I am here because my crystal eye can assist in finding them. However, it is not exactly safe if you are not sure what you are doing.” [break][break] She gave him a stern eye for a moment, as if to gauge him. “I can walk you through the process to seer for them. You must know them well enough and you must not veer from the magical threshold once the process starts. The crystal eye is a powerful catalyst for magic, so much so that the untrained can get lost in its aether.” The crystal she owned was rare. One would be hard pressed to find as perfect an artifact. It was why she never let it out of her sight and held heavy magical traps on it to keep would be sticky fingers away. [break][break] “Is this something you are interested in?” She would not force him, because the decision was his. She did her due diligence in her warnings and offers. The rest was up to him.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ”You want to...find them?” Prompto blinked back at her without really understanding. He didn’t know what she was talking about. Her crystal eye? Did she mean, like, her false eye? A glass one? That didn’t sound very unsafe to him, and as far as he could tell, she had both her normal eyes right where they belonged. Unless one of them was a really good fake.
He’d been staring straight at her for too long, hadn’t he? Oops.
”I, um. Yeah! I mean, if you can. Find them, I mean. I’d do anything. Just, you know, I don’t really know how your eye would help...”
Now she was talking about a ‘magical threshold’ and ‘catalyst’ and ‘aether’ which sounded to him like it belonged in a video game, but he was already living in a mercenary’s guild with a guy claiming to be full-time adventurer so he should really start getting used to that kind of stuff in real life.
”Wait, so the eye’s like a magic thing? And not your real eye?” Prompto groaned. ”I’m so lost.”
Maybe Prompto was being stupid. Stupid old Prompto not listening again. No common sense when Prompto was around. Then again, maybe he should really be blaming Alex again for that whole “throwing a stranger at him” thing. Prompto stopped himself, took a long breath, and tried to reset his mind back onto the right track.
What was it that Ignis always said? Remember to take a minute to think.
”Okay,” he said slowly. ”Okay. So you know magic that can find people. Using some kind of crystal. And you want to use it to help me find my friends?” That sounded like the gist of it. ”I have to know them really well. That’s no problem. I know Noct better than anybody. And Gladio and Ignis…”
He sighed. ”Sorry. This is all a lot really fast. Alex didn’t say you were coming so…” Prompto shot her an apologetic smile. ”I really appreciate it. Whatever I’ve got to do, I’ll do it! Just, uh. Maybe if we could start over?”
Good lord. This is why she never offered out her services. Her face laxed into its resting furrowed frown at Prompto. If she made it difficult for adventurers-in-need to find her, then it meant they were desperate enough to know her and what she was capable of. It saved her time in these introductions and explanations that she so loathed. [break][break] Prompto stared at her oddly as she spoke. Did he take the name of the crystal eye literally? He would only find her glaring back down to him. A chiseled stone of an old woman watching him. Her vision had not quite failed over the years. Though, it appeared he was far too skittish and without a basic understanding of what was happening. [break][break] “Alex, I cannot help him like this.” She called out to the Warrior of Light who conveniently decided to hide himself away. He should have not introduced them so soon. Not without explaining to both sides about the other first. She chose not to answer any of Prompto’s questions like this. She gave an annoyed huff and turned away partially, before stopping in mid stride. [break][break] Was it the puppy eyes? [break][break] The boy did seem to have the courage, but she feared he may lack the fortitude for such endeavors... [break][break] “Where’s the table?” She’d been standing up all day and her knees were hurting. “It's easier to show you.” She gave a gentle harrumph at their lack of knowledge on the other. “Alex didn’t tell me you knew nothing either. I’ll have to make him get me double my usual supplies.” She added the last part loudly enough for Alex to hear her gripe. [break][break] “Well, hurry along. I’ve not all day.” She leaned along her staff. She was growing soft and she didn’t like it. Handouts were typically not her style unless the entire world was going to burn. Then at that point she wanted to keep the world together so she could continue on where her studies.
