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A way to repay him? If only she knew how much she already had -- by giving him some inkling of home, and friendly conversation he had so sorely missed. Ignis looked to the distance, where he could detect the faintest light through his sightless eyes. It was dimming, just enough to be noticeable to him. As he patted the dirt from his hands, he considered the time spent with Aera, helping her with her project, well spent.
Where would he go? Truly an important question. It would do him no good to sit still in one place, considering all he was missing. Finding Noct would be like finding a needle in a haystack by touch alone, without the resources to come up with a clever plan. The blonde frowned ever so slightly as he considered his next steps.
“I can’t say for certain,” Ignis admitted, standing up straight as he chased off the feelings of despair that threatened to clutch his sleeves once more, “I believe I’ll learn what more I can about the cities, before choosing which one seems more the type for Noct to visit. If I can make a name for myself in some way, perhaps we can find one another.”
It was difficult to say, and more difficult to admit, obviously. He would much rather tear the world apart to find Noct with his own two eyes, but …
Ignis snapped his sight cane back to its full length, giving the path a few tentative taps to find the edges. He gave Aera a small smile, hoping it could conjure all the thanks he had for such a pleasant afternoon, “I’ll be in Provo until that day, of course. If ever you would enjoy the help or company of a blind man, you may find me at the clinic in the inner city. Or, perhaps in the dirt again.”
Oh, right. He’d originally come out in search of his own herbs! Ah well, the search could begin anew another day. If he didn’t arrive back to the clinic before sundown, the staff would become worried about him and come looking.
“This was truly a wonderful afternoon, Lady Aera,” Ignis stated truthfully, bowing his head, “I wish you all the best in this world. I’m afraid I must depart for now, but please, don’t hesitate to come find me should you wish to.”
With that, the blonde put cane to ground, and began his long walk back into the colder grip of the city -- his mind abuzz with the knowledge and possibilities that had come to light.
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.
Post by Ignis Scientia on Aug 29, 2020 19:28:19 GMT -6
Ignis Scientia
ABOUT
Waking up blinded and with his memories clouded, Ignis searches the world to find Noctis, the crown prince and his dearest friend. Despite his new disability, Ignis proves himself useful to friends and strangers, reteaching himself all he needs to be successful.
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IGGY'S TIMELINE
Below lies the timeline of Ignis Scientia . All threads are meant to be read in chronological order. Thanks for reading!
There was some hope there, then. When Gladio agreed to his charge, his voice did not waver, it did not shake. Despite whatever this frigid hell had done to him, inside of the Amicitia was the same steel resolve that he’d always held. Ignis felt a bit of the cold leave him at the familiarity, the warmth of some level of normality. The day had been one of the worst he’d ever had, but for the first time in many, many months he felt … okay.
For however short lived it would be.
Gladio’s hand was heavy and warm on his shoulder for a moment, steering him back toward the accursed bunk bed he’d rammed his head into when he first set foot in the cell. The bulkier man heaved himself back up to the top bunk, where he’d been when Ignis first arrived. The metal groaned and creaked pathetically, and Ignis could make out the weak squeaks of a very worn mattress. Taking a few steps forward and counting them in his mind, the blonde felt for the cold frame. His fingers traveled the length of the metal frame to the bottom bunk, finding very little for creature comforts. A blanket that felt more like torn rope than it did any fabric, and a very flat pillow. If it could even be called such.
Ignis sat himself on the bottom bunk, rubbing his flattened hair and willing it to fully dry faster. Between that and the dampness of his shirt, he knew it would be a difficult night. Gladio informed him that lights out was coming, along with a crude explanation of the nearing cold. Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle weakly at the description. With as cold as it already was, it was hard to believe it could become much worse.
It seemed like a lifetime ago that they would lay out by the campfire and stare at the stars, trading ridiculous stories about the day with bellies full of food and minds abuzz with newly formed, happy memories.
Would it ever be possible for them to do such a thing again?
“Until tomorrow then,” Ignis murmured, frowning as he considered the day to come. Gladiolus had seemed so … distraught and angry, his descriptions terrifying and unpleasant. Iggy knew he had likely underestimated the worst Gorgon would have to offer, considering what he’d already been through but …
He laid back against the uncomfortable bunk, pulling the rough blanket around his damp clothes. Through the halls there were still calls and screams, talk and unpleasant noises of gods-only-knew-what.
Just how wrong had he been?
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.
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.
The honest praise did not go unnoticed. Humble to his core, Ignis only gave a brief smile in response to Vincent’s compliment, but inside he was quietly beaming. With very little to hold to his name these days, being able to brighten the day for a stranger with a well-baked treat was a gift, a prize. It warmed his soul to know that he had done some good in the cold, unforgiving city. It reminded him, briefly, of what he was able to share and provide to his closest friends. His worth, his meaning, his purpose.
The warm coffee accentuated his brief, momentary glow, and Ignis took the slight pause in their conversation to savor the moment. The padding of the rain, the scents of coffee and delicately layered, confectionery sweets. It was the closest thing to home for the blind man now, and he wondered for a moment; did the soaked stranger before him have a similar feeling at any time?
Or was he simply adrift, all the time, lost in the search for his friends.
Vincent began to speak, pondering on those that Ignis might have some chance of recognizing by description alone. The blonde set his coffee down on the counter behind him, mindlessly rolling up the bottoms of his cuffed sleeves as the sodden man began describing his first lost friend. Yuffie, who he spoke of with some amusement and teasing in his voice, talkative and known for a shuriken-type weapon. Ignis smiled at the description, finding it somewhat familiar. It must have been one of those lost thoughts of his, taunting him from the back of his mind.
And the second one--
“Cloud?” Ignis suddenly blurted out in response as Vincent finished his description, his working eye widening in surprise. What were the odds? Surely there weren’t that many young men out and about named after objects in the sky. Clearing his voice, and attempting to shake out the surprise, Ignis repeated, “Cloud Strife, perhaps? Very softly spoken, carries around a large sword or … many?”
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.
The sounds of splintering wood echoed about the partial walls as Cloud got to work building up the fire for the hut. Fire kept monsters at bay and would keep them warm as the cool winds of the region kicked up during the late night hours, and for that, Ignis was thankful. He hadn’t attempted to create a fire on his own out in the wilds quite yet, since he wouldn’t be able to make sure it was properly contained. As Cloud busied himself setting the split planks Ignis recalled the pleasant evening they’d shared. Having spent so long on his own, a night of good food and decent conversation had done his spirit wonders.
The fire blazed quietly and warmed the small, broken abode. Ignis pressed his back further against the bit of wall he was situated against, his ears attuned to the sounds of nightlife amongst the trees. The calls of nocturnal insects, the small, scurrying steps of mammals at dusk. In the far distance there were louder shuffles and sounds in the branches, but nothing concerning. Iggy calmly laid his polearm across his lap, soaking up the heat of the fire on one side while the other was nipped by the cool winds.
Too often he was left to silence, but this time he had other thoughts to focus on rather than the same old that haunted him. He’d made a new acquaintance, and he had many names and descriptions to commit to memory. Beyond that, he took stock of what food stores he had left, making a mental note to catch more morsels when he had time.
The night passed slowly, and Ignis let himself be consumed by the nocturnal calls he’d become so accustomed to. At some point, a gentle tap on his shoulder alerted him that Cloud was ready to take the rest of the watch. Iggy offered him a quiet thanks, before dispelling his weapon and finding another spot further within the hut to curl up for the next couple of hours. He laid out his coat, hardly worried about the dirt and grime as he laid himself down, his bottom half sore from being propped against the wall for so long.
Sleep came and went in fitful bouts. Nightmares and memories always drifted through his consciousness, taunting him with their incompleteness. Yet, it was more restful than anything he’d gotten underneath the foliage.
The sun rose, and Ignis rose with it, just as one schedule as he’d been back in Lucis. He rose from his makeshift mat and stretched fully with a yawn, rolling out the aches from a fitful rest on dirt. Cloud welcomed him to the waking world with a quiet greeting, and Ignis gave him a small smile.
“Good morning yourself, Cloud,” Iggy replied, patting the inevitable dust from his pant legs best he could. It was time to hit the road, unfortunately, and the two of them were headed in separate directions. Ignis turned his head to the sky, detecting what light he could to determine his path north. He reached down, collecting his packed effects before turning to give Cloud a smile.
“Though I wish we could both start the day by splitting a pot of coffee, I’m afraid such a stimulant is missing from my little collection,” Ignis patted his travel bag, before running a hand through his short hair, willing it to stand the way he preferred. Goodness, he’d need to wash up sooner rather than later.
Parting was such sweet sorrow, but daylight slipped by with every passing moment. Ignis nodded to Cloud, his tone light though the thought of traveling alone once more was depressing, “It was wonderful to meet you, Cloud. Please, be safe on your journey. I do hope you find everyone you’re looking for.”
With their parting goodbyes shared, Ignis started back on his path toward Sonora; continuing his journey to find Noctis.
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.
The stone wall was cool against his back; the only remotely comforting feeling he had physically had the entire day. The uncertainty of Noct’s whereabouts and health had plagued Ignis day after day, night after night, until he’d lost count entirely. Some days had been easier than others, filled with distractions and the problems of other people, but the worry creeped further into his heart despite all else.
When he heard -- no, when he remembered Gladio -- it had been like a shock through his entire system. A harsh reality that he’d forgotten his closest friends, and the unbreaking desire to find them. It had finally been something tangible, someone that was really within reach. Though it had led to a literal hell hole, the likes of which he had only scratched the surface of … It couldn’t shake the little bit of peace that bloomed with Ignis’s soul.
Gladio murmured reassurances, and Iggy nodded along with his words, no matter how hollow or vain they may have seemed. Noctis was stronger than the lot of them, but from what Ignis could remember, he’d been left in such a vulnerable state. He crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his cold hands against his body. The rough, worn cotton he’d been forced into was hardly enough to completely take away from the utter cold within the cell.
Another silence settled between the two of them, the air still unbalanced with worry, rage, and elation. Ignis would not ask for forgiveness for what he’d done to end up in the unbearable prison, and instead he’d take the pain and punishments to come. Whatever this place had in store for him, it would be worth it to make it out with Gladio. Somehow, someway. Gladiolus hadn’t found escape, despite whatever he’d done within the barred, stone walls. But, two heads were better than one, and Ignis had knowledge from the outside they could potentially use. Blind, but far from useless.
Gladio broke the still air between them, and the anger in his voice had been completely drained away and replaced by something else. Raw and honest and worried. Ignis frowned deeper as the tone clawed away at him, and he further rubbed his hands at his sides in order to fidget away some of the anxiety. His wet hair dribbled a cold bead of water down over his scarred eye.
They’ll break you, is what he heard. Yet, as he listened to Gladio speak, as he remembered the fury from just a few moments ago, the relief at their reunion, he wanted to say, Yet, here you are, still whole.
“Of course,” Ignis agreed whole-heartedly to listen to his friend at every turn, “You have my word. I know better than to leap before I look, in a manner of speaking.”
If getting thrown into the prison were to be the stupidest thing he’d ever done, Ignis would proudly own it.
Ignis stepped away from the wall, taking a few measured steps before he was sure he was in Gladio’s presence once more. It took a couple of wandering grasps at the air before he found his friend’s arm, giving a brief, but tight squeeze, “We can’t waste away here, Gladio. Our secondary priority, second only to staying alive, is to find a way out. It has to be.”
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.
The man introduced himself as Vincent Valentine. A name that rolled off the tongue, yet Ignis imagined the poor, sodden man was likely not much of a flirt. Though, perhaps he was wrong, and that interesting last name of his told a fair share of stories. The silly, frivolous thought floated away as quickly as it had come, and Ignis took a sip of coffee in order to wish it well on its way from his mind. Though, that first name did stick … Vincent. Hadn’t he heard that name recently?
Well, it would come to him in time. For the moment, he needed to worry about nothing other than being a good host.
At least the scone had been delectable enough to eat. Ignis shifted his weight against the counter behind him as Vincent explained that Sonora resembled a city he once knew. They had that in common, at least! While Sonora was much more dreary than the crown city, they were both filled with life, with automation, and people of all sorts. It saddened Iggy that he couldn’t see the architecture of Sonora, that he couldn’t draw more comparisons. He’d only been able to map out the city with his feet and ears.
Much like himself, and many others, Vincent was looking for other people. Friends, comrades, fellows. At least he had a solid plan of mercenary work. Ignis smiled at the thought, remembering fondly the odd jobs here and there that Noctis would get himself involved in. Yes, everyone needed help with something, whether it was fetching gemstones or taking out dangerous monsters.
“Mercenary work will get you far, even outside of the city,” Ignis confirmed with a slight nod, swirling his coffee carefully in his mug, “I woke up in a city called Provo, and while there weren’t many people willing to let a blind man work for them, the few that did helped me earn my gil to travel. There is always work to be done.”
Setting his coffee aside, the blonde reached forward to take the empty plate that was pushed toward him with a small smile. Nary a crumb left. Well, if anything, Ignis could always take comfort in the fact that he could bake his ass off for a job. He turned and took a few steps, left hand finding the sink behind the counter and placing the dish carefully at the bottom. It could wait to be cleaned with the coffee cups, when they were finished.
“Indeed, I do the baking here as well as two other small cafes,” Ignis replied, a bit of pep in his voice as he found his coffee cup once more, “It’s not near as exciting as my former job, but it soothes the soul and pays the bills, for now.”
The torrential downpour just beyond the windows was beginning to slow a tad. The wind still washed the rain over in waves, but it settled enough to be able to hear nearby conversations at other tables and the quiet hum of the large oven in the back. On instinct, Ignis grabbed the nearby coffee pot and gestured toward his guest, offering a refill when the man pushed his cup forward.
There was still that nagging thought from earlier, though. Vincent -- why was it familiar? A common name, perhaps?
“Is there someone in particular you’re searching for?” Ignis inquired curiously, eager to scratch that unknowing itch in his mind. He set the coffee pot back on the warmer after refilling his own cup, turning back to Vincent with an eyebrow raised, “I do get quite the interesting customers here and there. Perhaps there’s a name or description I could listen for?”
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.
Cissnei was clearly a woman of many talents and interests. Investigation and running a cafe seemed to be worlds apart, at first glance. She claimed that it was simply something to do while she healed up from an injury sustained earlier, but Ignis couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He knew for a fact that people working in diners and bars were an excellent source of information when out and about. Though it seemed to be superficial on the surface, just a way to make money in her downtime, the blonde couldn’t help but wonder if she was using it to her advantage as well.
Or, perhaps he was simply thinking too deeply, letting his mind wander far from where it needed to be. It was much easier, sometimes, to focus on the problems and intricacies of someone’s life other than his own. To distract him, from the terrible hurt and worry that plagued him as Noctis flashed through his mind.
Complemented for his devotion to Noctis, Iggy’s aching heart swelled. He waved off Cissnei’s comment about him being important. Noct was the important one, not him. His entire life was dedicated to the prince, from start to finish. If he were to ever become useless … If Noctis were ever to not want him around any longer … Both things were farfetched, of course, but they would make Iggy’s very purpose in life obsolete.
Their glasses were placed in front of them, softly on top of coasters. The bartender mentioned that their food would be out shortly, and Ignis gave him a curt nod. His fingers threaded around the stem of his wine glass, his fingers finding the body of it. He brought the wine close, taking in a quick inhale of the scent. Oak and mulled fruit, and something intoxicatingly, yet simply alcohol. He took one healthy sip, reveling in the feeling of dryness on his tongue as the flavors sang.
Some people might not have enjoyed dry reds, but truly, they were missing out.
Ignis placed his glass back on the coaster as his companion asked about Noctis, and any features he would have that would help her recognize him. The blonde placed his hand on the bar, tapping the wood as he closed his blind eye, giving himself the most clear picture of Noct he could drum up. In all honesty, the prince didn’t do much to stick out from the crowd, as well he shouldn’t. His clothes, while a high quality of Lucis, were nothing that sang princely. His hair was no different than any young man his age, styled in a way to stand out just a bit. His attitude was the same -- stubborn, lazy, yet incredibly helpful and empathetic.
“He likely wouldn’t be easy to distinguish from a crowd,” Iggy murmured, forcing his left hand to his lap in order to keep from fidgeting as he thought things through, “Noctis should be dressed in all black, but other than that, he appears like any young man his age. I suppose the only thing you may hear is that he can summon weapons at will, and teleport short distances.”
But in this world, were there more people who were capable of such feats? It seemed potentially likely. Ignis worried his bottom lip for a moment, his tongue touching over the permanent scar there. By the gods, he wished he had more information to give.
Cissnei’s tone changed, to something deeper and sad as she repeated the very phrase he’d said before. Everyone is looking for someone. It was no surprise that she had lost people too, as she wasn’t from this world anymore than he was. She was looking for her comrades as well. The people who had previously hurt them weren’t in this world … Something about that phrase gave Ignis pause. An antagonist. The hurt.
A reminder, that he couldn’t recall how he’d been blinded, or by whom. An unknown enemy. No, he knew who it was, but he simply couldn’t remember. Their visage had burned away with his sight. The name, the face, someday it would come to him. But for now, he remained ignorant, for better or worse.
“I do hope you find everyone you’re looking for,” Ignis replied softly, a smile on his lips as he inclined his head. Strangers in this world shared some sort of bond, over those they missed. The young man he’d met on the road, Cloud Strife, was the very same. Aera, back in Provo, as well. How many more lost souls would he meet, along the way?
Iggy gave a small laugh as Cissnei told him he’d be added to her growing list, “My, I’m afraid to ask how long that list must be nowadays. Perhaps I could earn some favor to boost my request closer to the top?”
He took his wine glass in hand, taking in another tasty sip before following up with his comment, “Pastries for your Cafe, in return for your help? I believe that would be a win-win for us both, as I’m quite in need of some work, lest I end up on the streets.”
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.
Gladio’s fury was nothing for one to turn their nose up at. He was a man who burned hot, full of passion, his emotions on his sleeves. Ignis had seen his dear friend truly upset more than a time or two in their lifetimes, but typically such anger wasn’t directed at him. Despite the way the words hissed themselves through a clenched jaw, despite the sound of grinding teeth, Ignis did not falter. He stood still as the fingers that had previously given his shoulder a grateful squeeze curled into the cheap fabric of his shirt, and Gladio’s arm began to tremble.
Ignis remained quiet and still, his head held high. He closed his eye, as if that did much, releasing a calming breath as Gladiolus released his shirt and began to pace the short length of their cell.
Five steps one way, three another. Side-stepping.
The tension within the cell ebbed and flowed, like a wave crashing upon the shore. Iggy knew it would likely be short-lived, but he also knew well that Gladio’s anger was justified. He would not argue that point. However, this was the only viable path forward, the only way for them to be reunited and eventually move onward to find Noctis. Whatever came next, it was inevitable.
The stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Did those words ring true? In a way, Ignis supposed. He certainly had overstepped any imaginary rules he’d once given himself for life. Thrown away certain morals to obtain what he needed. Blindly stared the most dangerous of situations in the face. Only time would tell how stupid his decision had really been.
“What’s done is done,” the blonde murmured, as Gladiolus finally came to a standstill, the fabric of his shirt bunching up against the concrete wall. Ignis crossed his arms behind his back, keeping his eyes closed as he finally allowed himself to drop his chin, just a tad. Enough to show to Gladio, yes, he knew what he’d done was foolish. That he couldn’t imagine what was come next.
Other than the heartache. The question about Noctis hit Iggy harder than he expected it to. The dreaded sense of failure climbed through his veins, constricting his heart. Noct -- who he’d still failed to find.
“I …,” Ignis let the word hang in the air, before swallowing his shame and pushing onward, “He has no idea. I haven’t found him. I haven’t found anyone, other than you.”
It was Iggy’s turn to pace, albeit more slowly. He took a few cautious steps forward, one hand slightly extended as he sighed, clearly frustrated. His fingers found the opposite wall, brushing against the cool stone. For a moment, he thought he felt some sort of scratch on it, but he let the distraction drop for the moment, his hand dropping to his side as he turned his back to the stone, “He is here in this world with us. I am positive of that.”
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.
