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[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Alex agreed that the cops were almost certainly coming for him. Groaning, Noctis rubbed his eyes tiredly for a second before glancing at the empty ignition switch next to him. Ignis wouldn’t approve of him stealing a car. He really wouldn’t approve of him stealing a car, but he had to protect himself, didn’t he? And there was nowhere else to run on a snowy highway outside of a major city. There was nothing else for it.
Glancing back, Noctis was about to tell Alex his plan in case the blond man wanted to get out and go his own way. He wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to get involved in a police chase, but it looked like Alex had his own plans as he drew a sword from his belt. “Er. What are you-?...”
Alex chucked the blade at the front windshield. Noctis ducked on instinct as the hilt smashed into the front and cracked the glass before the sword went tumbling to the floor. “Dude!” He complained almost as loud as the taxi driver outside was. Was Alex trying to decapitate him? That was pretty ineffective since the blade hadn’t gone anywhere near him, but he wasn’t sure what the point of that was otherwise. Alex just looked disappointed though, sighing to himself before he suddenly phased into white smoke and turned up again in the driver’s seat next to him.
“Oh. Uh. Wait, you can warp?” It didn’t seem to be quite the same thing, but it was the best word that he had for it. Anyway, Alex seemed to be on the same page as him about taking the car as he complained about the taxi driver still having the keys and told Noct to buckle up. Back on Eos, Noctis had very rarely worn a seatbelt. Sometimes he’d even sat up on the back of the Regalia when Ignis was the one driving, but after that stunt with the sword, Noctis just wordlessly pulled on the seatbelt. “You can drive, righ-?”
Alex hauled the taxi driver over to his window with a tether that he’d seemingly pulled out of nowhere. From there, he proceeded to open his mouth and vomit black oil all over the man to steal his keys. This seemed to be completely normal to him too as wiped a stray bit of ink off his chin and without missing a beat explained that he’d met Prompto here.
Noctis became aware that his mouth was open, and he closed it as Alex started up the car and eased it around the poor taxi driver. Noctis owed him for more than car repairs now, but that was another story. “...What?!” He managed to get out as he gestured back behind them in an attempt to ask what the hell those powers had been. It had happened so fast that his brain hadn’t even caught up to the fact that Alex knew Prompto yet, but when it did, he quickly leaned forward to hear the rest of the story.
“They really mixed him up with a terrorist?” It was a comical mistake, at least to Noctis. You could tell at a glance that his best friend always meant well. Prompto was the kind of guy who would help bugs outside instead of smashing them, so the idea that he would break in somewhere to hurt people was just stupid. “...Thanks though. For helping him out of that. He ends up in all kinds of trouble when you leave him alone,” he said with a slight grin that faded when he remembered the last situation that he’d gotten Prompto out of. Strung up in a cell after suffering who knew what at Ardyn’s hands.
Nope. This wasn’t the time to think about Ardyn.
Alex snapped him out of his funk by offering him a place to stay, and Noctis blinked in surprise. It was nice of him when Noct didn’t know left from right here, and he liked the idea of doing jobs for a guild again. He hadn’t taken a hunter job since before Altissia, but it was the mention of fishing jobs in particular that made him perk up.
“...You have met me.” It wasn’t altogether a good revelation since that suggested there were gaps in his memory, but it helped him trust the blond adventurer next to him a little more, and that was something. Especially if Alex could help him find Prompto.
The sirens ahead of them were blaringly loud as two police cars barrelled towards them. Alex seemed to have no intention of slowing down, and Noctis was just starting to wonder if he’d have to grab the guy and warp out to abandon ship when Alex suddenly swerved the car to the direct center of the highway and slid between the others with barely an inch to spare. Noctis swore he could see pure shock on one of the cop’s faces before the moment was gone and they were shooting past them. Unable to help himself, Noctis laughed in a way that he normally only did with his three friends. “I’m driving next time,” he voiced without any real complaint. That move had been impressive if nothing else.
He hadn’t expected Alex to mention Gladio and Ignis on top of everything else, and he frowned when he tabled the discussion for now. That sounded a lot more problematic than what Prompto was doing, but he could agree that there were more pressing issues right now. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said, resisting a snort when Alex took the time to turn on the seat warmers. His level of concern seemed to be pretty low if he felt cold right now, but Noctis wasn’t sure that he shared his optimism as he glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed the cop cars gaining on them. There were two more in front of them as well, and Noctis made the executive decision that he’d clear their path.
“Be right back.” Clicking his seatbelt off, Noctis rolled down the window before sticking his head out and squinting through the snow. He’d forgotten how cold it was, but hopefully this wouldn’t take long. Summoning the Engine Blade back to his hand, Noctis took aim at one of the police cars coming towards them and launched his sword towards it. Warping after the weapon in a blue streak, Noct landed heavily on the hood of the car, knocking the breath out of himself as he rolled over to the side and used his sword to pop one of the tires.
The effect was immediate as the police car spun out of control and smashed into the vehicle next to it. The collision launched Noctis into the air, and he just barely managed to twist around and toss his sword back in the vague direction of the taxi cab. His aim was a little off given everything, and instead of landing gracefully on top of the taxi like he’d intended, he ended up banging off the top and clinging on to the back of the car for dear life. Raising his gloved hand, he gave Alex a sheepish thumbs up through the back windshield.
Noctis conceded one thing; Alex had indeed met him. "Ha! Acceptance. At long last." Finally, he had someone from Eos who actually did believe him. It was a small comfort to Alex. If he could get through to Noctis, then maybe Noctis could get through to Prompto, and he wouldn't be dealing with this when it came time to rescue the other two. "Yeah, that's fine. It'd be nice to be the one getting ferried for once." Normally, back in his world, his comrades really liked the Regalia. And often times he wound up being the designated driver as he was the only one who could. Every time they went somewhere new, he was pestered to do the driving while they slowly worked up the ability to fly there, because the Regalia had no such need for that. It just flew. He still didn't know how it did, or how Cid was able to replicate it, but a push of a button and into the air it went.
His eyes glanced down at the dashboard for a moment, where was the flying button? He opened his mouth to ask when he saw Noctis removing the seat belt. What was Noctis doing. Alex began to object to the removal of the seat belt before the lad was gone. Right, he could do that. He watched onward as the Chosen King took out one of the cars, watching it collide with the other and go off the road. "Oi, don't kill 'em!" He tried to shout for all the good it'd do. He appreciated the sentiment, of course. And he was pretty sure they'd be fine. Probably. Best not to think about it. Noctis tried to make an elegant landing, he could tell. It didn't work, and now the guy was hanging on for dear life. Cops behind them, hm. How to get him back in there? And then it hit him.
A migraine, that is. Not an idea.
His head felt like splitting in two as images and voices came flooding into his head. "Follow your light!" He connected to a stunningly beautiful woman that he'd never seen but knew he did, and knew who she was. "Or fly, my children, and never look back!" His fingertips touched his forehead. He had experience with this, having dealt with the Echo for years on end, that he could generally handle a migraine when it came up. He tried to focus his eyes and power through, making it a point to keep his eyes on the lines, an anchor that let him ground himself.
"Establishing connection. All creation shall bend to my will." He knew that voice, too.
He grit his teeth, nausea flaring up, color draining from his face. "If this... was not the answer... then what is it?" Keep his hands on the wheel. Don't get blinded now. A sharp turn brought him through a curve as he let his muscle memory do the work. He didn't have the Echo to give him the heads up, anymore. "Where lies... happiness...?" He just really hoped he didn't get Noctis killed. Godsdamn it all. He had an idea of what was going on, and yet at the same time, instinctively knew what it was, what was happening, and it answered questions about this world. To him, anyway, but it was still wildly inconvenient. His eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Noctis needed to hurry up and get inside. He glanced into the rearview mirror. Two still behind them, none coming from up front. Maybe they had a few moments. As they came up on a long stretch of road, straight onward, he rolled down the window, leaning his head out and vomiting up another wave of black ink.
One to get one of the cars to hopefully slide into a snow bank, the other because he was really not feeling good. He took it back, this was far worse than a migraine.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis had left a car wreck in his wake, but hopefully the cops inside the cars were okay. Hopefully. He wasn’t out to hurt anyone for doing their job, but man he had been chased a little too much lately. Between the MTs dropping from the sky and the endless hordes of daemons in Gralea, he was probably going to acquire a twitch whenever anyone made a sudden movement in his direction.
God he needed sleep. But first he needed to get off the back of this car.
Banishing the Engine Blade back into his glaive, Noctis carefully used both hands to climb onto the roof of the car. It wasn’t the most steady thing in the world when they were travelling so fast, and the wind hitting him in the face was unbearably cold up here. It took his breath away and whipped his hair into his eyes, but he squinted against it and forced himself to keep moving forward. Hell, there was the dent that he’d put in the ceiling with his knee when he’d first landed on the taxi. He really owed that taxi driver a new car. Best not to think about it now though.
Thankfully his window was still rolled down where he’d left it, so from the roof, Noctis was able to ease his legs through and vault back inside. He landed hard on the passenger seat, and he quickly rolled the window back up so he could get warm in the car’s interior. “Alright, you’ve sold me real hard on the seat warmers.” Glancing over at Alex, he suddenly felt a little sheepish about his rash decision there. The other three wouldn’t have been happy about him warping off alone. Alex wasn’t one of his crownsguard or anything, so Noct doubted that his safety was the guy’s top priority like it was with the others, but he still felt like he owed him an apology.
“...Hey. Sorry about that. Guess I just saw the way forward was blocked and…figured I’d take care of it.” His hair was probably a mess by now, but he did his best to smooth it down as a way to cover his awkwardness. He really wasn’t the best at explaining why he did something. Probably because his brain was usually about six steps behind his actions. “Not even an hour ago, I was running through a daemon gauntlet, and…I think I haven’t really realized that I’m out of it yet.”
He still didn’t want to think about Ardyn. Not in the middle of a car chase, and maybe not ever, but that wasn’t feasible. He’d have to get a game plan for how to handle the immortal once he had the time to slow down. For now though, he just glanced over at the blond man next to him, frowning when he realized how pale Alex had gotten. “Dude, you okay? What’s going on?” His pained expression wouldn’t have been good on anyone, but especially not on the guy driving the getaway car.
Noct could already tell that Alex wasn’t feeling good, but as if to hammer the point home, he suddenly rolled down the window and vomited out the window. “Oh…Shit,” Noctis muttered, summoning one of the potions he had stashed in his glaive. Reaching over, he cracked it in his hand over Alex’s head, hoping that the magic would stave off any further nausea. At this point though, he realized from glancing in the rearview mirror that it hadn’t been vomit so much as another wave of that black ink from earlier.
“...Seriously, what is that?” It didn’t seem healthy at any rate.
Success! At least! One of the cars slipped on the ink, heading towards its partner, which swerved away to try and get out of dodge. It... didn't work too well, becoming the victim of its own pit maneuver, executed against its will. Both vehicles slammed into a bank of snow, and Alex really hoped that didn't kill them. He uh, wasn't big on that. But it looked like the snow would stop the worst of it. As far as Alex figured, and mostly hoped, the worst the officers would have were some bruised ribs and bruised egos. Of course, that at least meant that for the moment, they could breathe, what with no other pursuers in sight.
If it hadn't been for what he was dealing with, he probably would have given Noctis a piece of his mind for pulling something like that. ... Maybe. Twelve knew he'd done a bunch of stupid stuff himself, and allowed others to do some really stupid stuff as well. Really, allowing anyone to come with him to save the world counted as that. But he was appreciative of the potion, and that may have helped keep him from chewing Noctis out. Plus, they'd done dangerous stuff in his world, anyway. The potion did at least help alleviate the most immediate symptoms. But the pain hadn't really dulled as everything was coming back to him. That was fine, though. A simple headache he could handle. He'd done it with the Echo all the time back on the Source. Though now it was Etheirys, he guessed. Weird, that. "You're good, you're good. Would've preferred to drink that, though. But uh, shit, you're safe, now. Well, mostly. None of these guys are daemons." At least, he was pretty sure they weren't daemons.
There was a brief pause before he added on. "Really wish Prompto had told me about the daemons." That was new to him. As far as he knew, the biggest threat there was Ardyn, and he was just some dude who didn't die when you shot him. Just burn Regenerators. Easy peasy.
His eyes glanced at Noctis for not even a second at the question, he needed to keep his eyes on the road. They'd seemed to have lost them for a moment, which meant it was a good time to really make their escape. He continued on the road, waiting for a break in the banks. "Anyway it's ink. I'm a Blue Mage. And a Red Mage. So, Purple Mage, I guess. But Blue Magic is magic from monsters. Simply put, I, uh, 'witness', a type of spell from a monster, and I can learn it. I got that from a kraken." He never really was able to get the ink completely out of his outfit for that one. It was replaced later, surely, but, well, that had been a bummer. "But um, I have an idea of what's going on. Remember how I said this world messes with your head, gives you amnesia? Works both ways. You can remember things, too." And that was what was happening. He was remembering things.
Just, not at a good time.
He slapped the wheel briefly, letting a slip of a honk out from the car. "Good news; the embodiment of the collective despair of a thousand dead worlds is no more." The Endsinger would not destroy Etheirys or any other world ever again. Which Alex figured was really, really good for Zephon. With so little aether and not even a lifestream, this place had to be drowning in mostly dynamis then, which had been a term he had just learned. This was starting to confuse him. Still, that made Zephon frighteningly vulnerable to the Final Days. Which were now averted. Hooray. There were some not so pleasant things that were coming back to him, but those were of a more... personal, nature. And something he doubted Noctis would understand or really care about at the moment.
Oh, there was a break.
Swerving the taxi off the road, he started driving straight ahead. "Bad news; I'm gonna need your help with this car in a moment, 'cause I'm not seeing the button. It's a bit different from the Regalia, but maybe you'll see it." Noctis was more car savvy, as the type that Alex was driving was more common in Noctis's world, he figured. Really, the Regalia made the cars in Garlemald seem so... antique. He hadn't realized that at the time, to be honest. But his destination was in sight; namely the edge of a cliff. It would be a quick, clean getaway. "Okay, Noct," They were getting closer. Just a few moments more before it was time to soar like an elegant bird. "I need you to press the button that makes this car fly." A second passed. "Please." And thus the problem of letting a medieval man who had driven the Regalia drive became apparent.
The Regalia was the only standard he had to go by.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Alex took Noctis’ stunt pretty well all things considered, but maybe he was just feeling too nauseous to yell at him. Or maybe he just appreciated the potion, though Noct gave him a weird look when he said he’d rather drink it next time. “I don’t know how well it would taste, man. We usually just break them. More power to you though.” Alex seemed to know what the vials of potion were at least, which wasn’t too weird if they’d supposedly met before. And really, there wasn’t too much doubt about Alex’s story anymore after the fishing comment, even if Noct hated the idea of having any kind of amnesia. Why would the crystal bring him to different worlds anyway?
Best to worry about that later though. Once they weren’t being chased.
Alex finally explained what the ink was all about, and Noctis leaned forward in interest. “So it’s magic?” He’d gathered that the blond man could use magic by now, which would have been weird except for his ‘Warrior of Light’ title. That probably gave Alex his own magic without needing a bloodline connection to an ancient crystal. “Really? You just watch what monsters do and ‘poof,’ you can do it too?” That was really cool honestly, though he tried not to read too much into that in terms of Eos. Back home, the only creatures that really used ‘magic’ per se were the daemons, and you really didn’t want to learn anything from them. He tried to tell himself that Eorzea probably played by different rules though. “You got to show me that one,” was all he said instead.
Alex went on to explain the source of his sudden headache—he was remembering stuff from back home that he’d forgotten. Noctis was at least glad to hear that he wasn’t the only one with amnesia around the place, though he gave his companion a weird look when he pretty terribly explained what he remembered. Noctis wasn’t even sure how to go about asking him to expand on that so he settled on “...How exactly do you fight despair? Is that metaphorical?”
Alex suddenly veered the taxi off the road and onto the frozen stretch of land around them. Noctis gave him a curious look as they started driving towards a drop-off in the distance. He assumed the guy had a plan of course, but he started to get nervous when he said something about needing Noctis to push a button because this car was different from the Regalia. ...Alex. Alex, what are you doing?”
The cliffs were getting closer every second, and Noctis was getting a bad feeling about this. Then a worse feeling. Then all he could do was gape at Alex when he expressed that what he was waiting on was for Noctis to press the button that would make this car fly.
Oh. Oh shit. He was serious.
“Taxis don’t fly!” He managed to get out before he lunged for the wheel and pulled it hard to the right in an attempt to avoid the cliffside. As the car started to flip, his first thought was that this was probably karma for wrecking all those police cars.
His second thought was that he had forgotten to put his seatbelt back on.
Wait, Taxis don't fly? Alex looked at Noctis incredulously at this information. "Well the Regalia--Hey, careful!" He objected to Noctis pulling hard to the right. The sudden, sharp turn along with the terrain proving to be a nasty combination as the right side of the car lifted up, turning over to begin flipping. At least Alex had worn his seat belt, not that such would help when they were going to go off a cliff and die. He wondered for an instant if Prompto would be mad. Well, assuming he survived. He wondered if he'd reincarnate on this world or if he was on the last one. He said a silent, brief prayer; should he be reborn, let him be reborn ginger. He was brought back to reality as they began to go over, and he noticed Noctis wasn't wearing his seat belt; careless little--! "Hold on!" He remarked, grabbing on to Noctis as the white wisps began to surround the both of them.
Abandoning the taxi to its fate and its owner to bankruptcy, Alex phased himself and Noctis through the car with Loom. Finding that they were already over, he summoned a crystal sword, imbuing it with blazing heat as he stabbed it into the side of the cliff, dragging slightly and feeling the sudden strain on his arm. He hoped he didn't pull a muscle. He looked down, relieved that he had a good hold on Noctis, and sighed, only to be alerted by a crashing sound at the bottom. "So, yeah, Welcome--" He was interrupted by the sound of the taxi below bursting into flames. Apparently the gas tank had ruptured and it just spiraled out of control there. Waves of orange and red consumed the yellow, the heat rising up to meet the two hanging on the cliff. Alex blinked, then sighed. He was in so much trouble, wasn't he? "Welcome to Zephon." He remarked.
Alex shook his head, letting out an odd sounding whistle. He'd long since figured out how to make the noise himself, and really didn't need the whistle proper anymore. "We'll just, get on Ragnabawk's back and get you back to the Rising Stones. Get you settled. You're hired, by the way." He nodded. "And uh, please do me a, small, favor?" He looked down, cringing a bit and giving the Chosen King a pleading look. "Your friends--they can never find out about this." He was pretty sure they might actually try to kill him if they did. But, on the bright side, if they made their getaway fast enough, it'd probably just be assumed they died, that'd be a plus.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] The car started to flip over the edge of the cliff, and Noctis couldn’t tell up from down anymore. Without a seatbelt, he crashed bodily against the car ceiling, which sent his ears ringing and made him even more disoriented. That was a problem seeing as he wouldn’t be able to warp out through the window if he couldn’t even see, but Alex seemed to have them covered as he grabbed onto Noct’s arm. The same white mist that Alex had used earlier to phase through the car seat suddenly blinded Noctis, and before he really knew what had happened he was outside and free falling. He probably should have been more concerned about that, but it was a lot better than being trapped in the car. Shiva, it was cold though.
The same arm that Alex had grabbed suddenly jerked upwards and stopped his fall. Really painfully. It felt a bit like he’d dislocated his shoulder or something, but he wasn’t about to complain as he glanced up his arm at Alex and saw the blond man had stabbed his sword into the frozen cliffside with one hand while holding onto him with the other. Yeah, Alex had it way worse than he did. He’d probably dislocated both shoulders or something.
Either way, the Warrior of Light seemed in pretty good spirits as he decided now would be a good time to welcome him to Zephon. Or he tried to at least. The car hitting the rocks below interrupted him as the resulting explosion rocketed up towards them. The fireball stopped short of hitting them, which was the first bit of luck Noctis had had all day, but the resulting heat blast was actually pretty nice in the middle of a frozen tundra. Sometimes you just had to appreciate the little things in life.
“Is it always like this here?” He called up, swaying in the wind a little while staring down at the burning car on the rocks below. “Because honestly? Sign me up.” This felt exactly like a hunt gone wrong with Prompto and Gladio while Ignis had his back turned. He was surprised at just how much he’d missed this. Everything had changed after Altissia. They didn’t do things as a group like they used to. With Ardyn pulling the strings, Noctis wasn’t even sure that he’d ever get a chance to laugh like this again.
This was weirdly nice. All things considered.
Also, he was hired apparently. Noctis had only done one other job interview in his life, and it was for the sushi restaurant he’d worked at during high school. This one didn’t really compare. “Ragnabawk?” He questioned blankly, wondering if he’d misheard, before he had to laugh under his breath as Alex practically begged him not to tell his friends about this. That wasn’t a hard promise to make.
“Trust me, I don’t even want to know what Specs would say about this one,” he reassured him, before deciding that he should really do something about them dangling from a cliff. Alex had a good grip on his right arm, so he summoned the Engine Blade into his left hand, squinting up at the ground above them.
“Okay, I’m better with my right hand, so this might be a little messy,” Noct warned him, before doing his best to chuck the sword in a neat arc up the cliff. Of course, with his off hand, the angle was all wrong and he ended up warping them about five feet left of where he’d intended as they went spilling across the frosty ground. Still, it was the ground. And he hadn’t even hit Alex with the blade, which was a legitimate concern when he was using his other hand. Not that he’d tell him that.
“Seriously, what’s a Ragnabawk?” He asked, shivering a little as he sat up in the snow. Smoke was starting to bloom in thick patches over the cliffside, and that reminded him of the taxi driver whose car they’d just totaled. “...Do you think I should leave some gil in a pile on the ground?”
