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There were the sounds of shuffling, loud over the other ambient noises of the woods, that Ignis became vaguely aware of. Someone was shuffling through a bag -- Cissnei, as Caius was still dutifully holding him steady. If he hadn’t been so weary, perhaps he would have noticed the strange difference in volume that he wasn’t accustomed to. It was as disorienting as simply standing and breathing had been so far, the sound so loud in his ears, yet clearly taking place at least a few feet away on the ground.
He took one breath in, and one out. Simply focus on standing, for now. We will figure the rest out, later.
“I’m sorry, Ignis. Where your injury is located, this is going to hurt a bit.”
Hidden in the tone of her professionalism was the tiniest hint of pity, something likely to go unnoticed by anyone who wasn’t trained to pick up on such insignificant inflections. Though he could not see what was occuring, the smell of disinfectant was all too easy to pick up. It mingled unnaturally with the smell of grass and trees, offensive but reassuring. Cissnei was, indeed, a professional.
Of what, he wasn’t sure.
The woman shifted in the grass and hands gently touched his own, pressing different items into them. In one hand he felt the familiar shape of pills, small and chalk-like in texture. In the other was something solid, covered in fabric, that slushed when he barely moved. Ah, a canteen. There was a pressure against his nails as she squeezed, vaguely realizing she was checking his circulation, “Take this. It will help ease the discomfort.”
Ignis did as he was instructed, biting back a hiss of discomfort as he tilted his head upward to drink the water. He felt foolish, searching for the top of the canteen with his lips, unable to know exactly where it was. Even in his injured, exhausted state, he couldn’t help but feel as if he should be … perfect, somehow. Still able to perfectly execute everything he was to do, even disabled. It was a strange feeling, to have in the fog of his pained mind. What exactly was he to do in this situation? Why did leaning on others feel like such a burden? Hadn’t he gotten over such a thing?
The pills were down the hatch as the canteen was removed from his gloved hand, set aside for the time being. The man who was holding him steady cleared his voice and spoke, "You're in the lands of Serentesra."
The injured blonde furrowed his brows in confusion, immediately paying for such an action as pain seared across his eyes. Serentesra? He’d never heard of such a place, and hadn’t he studied map after map growing up? Learning the history, borders, former names of now defunct empires … This one wasn’t familiar.
However, he hardly had the time to ponder the situation further as Cissnei announced, “I am going to remove the bandages and clean the injury now.”
Ignis swallowed and steeled his tired nerves, to the best of his ability. As he felt the pressure of Cissnei’s fingers gently touch the side of his face, he naturally flinched, gritting his teeth. The bandages were pulled away slowly, agonizingly sticking to the wound on his face. The blonde breathed heavily through his nose, intent on not making himself appear weaker than he already did. His hands were balled into pained fists, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he urged himself to not make a sound. It seemed to happen so slowly, and yet, they were finally gone. The muggy air touched at his sensitive, exposed under-layer of skin, wet and oozing.
There was a wet pressure against his face as Cissnei began to clean the wound, lighting his nerves ablaze. Ignis unsteadily reached forward, grasping her shoulder tightly, to have some silent way of communicating when the pain was too much. Thankfully, he was left alone with his own thoughts and immense pain for only a few, unbearable moments before the young woman continued the conversation, “Don’t worry if you do not recognize the location.”
That was easier said than done, Ignis realized as the thoughts slowly trickled across his mind. Wasn’t he supposed to know everything about Insomnia? The history of the land, the borders, the alliances, the now defunct kingdoms. As to why he was supposed to be this well informed, he couldn’t quite recall -- but he certainly knew he was supposed to know it all.
“A lot of the inhabitants here are in similar situations. I woke up in the forest too, dazed and confused. Maybe not as injured though. Many of us are being pulled out of our worlds into Serentesra.”
“I seem to be the rare, extremely injured exception, it seems,” Ignis played into her dry jesting as best he could with his own sarcastic retort. There was a part of her statement, however, that bothered him. Other … worlds? Worlds? As in, planets? That seemed to be a fairly strange statement to make. There was no such thing as other inhabitable worlds that he knew of.
And yet, he had no idea where or what Serentesra was. He would have been further deluded into believing this were a dream, were it not for the amount of crippling pain he was in.
“This is some ointment to protect the injury.”
Cissnei moved her fingers gently over his gory wounds once more, and Ignis was unable to resist the pained and tired hiss that made its way through his teeth. He was truly grateful for her help, and he would be sure to tell her so when his mind wasn’t mired by an intense headache and searing skin. Again, he felt somewhat nauseated and disoriented as he tilted his head just slightly, wincing his closed eyes. Even with the young woman having cleaned his face, he still didn’t dare attempt to open his eyes, for the moment. It felt much too painful, and he was having trouble even feeling one of them. The injury was still too fresh.
“Thank you, Miss Cissnei,” Ignis managed quietly, “I greatly appreciate the help. More than the both of you could ever know.”
The other man had remained somewhat quiet during most of the wound cleaning process, yet he finally spoke once more, thoughtful and curious, "Any chance your name would be Ignis Scienta?"
At that, the injured man perked up. Still shaky on his feet, he slightly turned his head toward the sound of Caius’ voice, feeling his heart begin to unexpectedly speed. Surely he would have shown more curiosity and concern on his face, if it weren’t for the injury. Instead, he opened his mouth once, and closed it as he briefly considered his answer. For whatever reason, his gut told him that it was both important and dangerous for anyone to know his name. Why, though? What costs outweighed the benefits, here?
Ignis cleared his throat, finally managing out, “Y-yes … That is my name. How is it that you know that?”
His hands tensed, breath stuck in his chest. He was utterly defenseless, blinded, and without a weapon. If this man was an enemy, there was …
There was nothing he could do. Other than potentially, rudely, vomit on Caius’ shoes.
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.
Ignis tried to keep his balance around the small tree that was holding up his weight, but found the world to be spinning too much despite his inability to see it. His pleas for help grew weaker as he slipped back to his knees, the mixture of pain and adrenaline all too much to process at once. His hands found grass and leaves as he leaned forward, sweat beading down his forehead as his arms trembled. Was he losing blood? Or was it simply the immense pain across his face that was causing him such trouble?
"Oi!"
A voice cried out in the darkness; sharp, vibrant, unknown. Ignis did his best to raise his head, rasping out a final, exhausted plea as the sounds of footsteps came crunching closer through the grass and dirt. A pair of hands wrapped around his arms, raising him off of the sodden ground, first kneeling, and then standing with support. The blonde lulled his head with a hiss, able to better attempt to ground himself with another person’s weight supporting him. However, it seemed whatever bandages had been clinging to his face had fallen loose, as Ignis began to feel the familiar sting of raw, aching skin exposed to the air. Hissing, he managed to murmur a quick, “Thank you,” as the sounds of another set of footsteps grew closer through the brush.
Through the confusion, through the pain, he could still say a silent prayer; that, at least, he wouldn’t be swallowed by a daemon in the dead of night.
“Is everything alright? What happened?”
Ignis opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. Clearly, everything was not alright -- unless it was simply in his head. Was such a thing possible? His trembling fingers reached up, just barely brushing the exposed, oozing wound on his face before he gnashed his teeth together in an instant snarl of pain. No, no, clearly his injury was very real. Unless this was some sort of nightmare, in which case, he simply couldn’t wait to wake up.
As for what happened … What had happened?
“I’m … not sure,” the young man quietly admitted, trying to breathe deeply in order to keep himself focused. Standing, surrounded by strange sounds and voices, the way his head hurt, it was too much to take in all at once. Just breathe, just breathe.
“Hello, my name is Cissnei. The man assisting you right now is Caius.”
A feminine voice joined the conversation, directed only toward him. Ignis wasn’t quite sure where she was -- on his left? Either way, it was simply exhausting to try and look toward the voice. He couldn’t see the owner of it anyway, though he hated to be rude even in his bedraggled state, merely giving a small nod to acknowledge that he’d heard the woman, Cissnei.
“If it is okay, we will help you. I am not a doctor, but I do have field medic experience,” she moved, he noticed, trying not to be startled when he felt her hand come to his elbow in a gentle touch, “I can at least patch you and ease your pain enough until we can get you inside the city to see a real doctor. With your permission.”
“I will gladly,” Ignis took a deep breath, releasing it in a steady hiss as he held his head up to what he assumed was a level position -- a sudden need to not seem as weak and helpless as he truly felt, “Accept that help, if you wouldn’t mind.”
What kind of blind knucklehead would say no? In his weariness, the blonde could almost seem to draw a name, someone that would indeed be so stubborn, but it was lost as soon as it came to him. However, his focus was drawn away from the pain and stings for a moment as he dissected Cissnei’s sentence. Inside the city, to see a real doctor. What city would that be? Where was he? Perhaps these two would know. Ignis grasped onto Caius’ arm a little tighter as a bout of disorientation washed over him, holding on in order to keep his balance best he could.
"Do you know your name? Your birthday? Do you know where you are?"
This woman, her tone conveyed the voice of someone who was a professional to her work. Was she in the medical field? Or, perhaps someone who went searching for lost hunters? Ignis blearily wondered as to the answers to his own questions, as he began to form the words to answer the testing questions Cissnei asked of him.
“My name is Ignis,” he answered slowly, trying his best not to move his eyebrows in any form of expression as he spoke, “My birthday, I … believe is in February. I have no idea at all where I am, nor how I got here.”
His voice turned raspy by the end of his sentence, as Ignis swallowed in an attempt to grasp his voice. It felt as though he’d been screaming, for a long time.
“Please, tell me where we are.”
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.
Local blind man shows up to ask stranger why he's being an idiot with his sword.
One, two, three--
Ignis could feel the weight of the old dock shifting under his feet, one step at a time, creaking with each small movement. He tapped the wooden steps with this walking stick, attempting to keep long, powerful strides, despite the uncertain movements and steps. A time or two, his guide failed to tap onto something and he paused, sighing with discontent, moving the stick until it bumped into something else. How many steps was that? Twenty? He’d lost count.
Having only been in this strange new world for a few weeks, and in this city in particular only a few days, Scientia had not been allowed the luxury to become comfortable with his new condition. The doctors in Provo had been able to help him begin his transition into unseen territory, literally, but the living conditions there were difficult to adapt to. The city was too loud, too crowded. Despite Ignis striving to learn more about the unknown place he’d landed in, he could barely attempt a conversation with most. Everyone moved quickly, and worse yet, he suspected them of avoiding him.
Some doctor had thankfully taken pity on him, or at least an interest in his strange injury, and had attempted to fix what was left of the skin around his eyes. Though he couldn’t see the damage for himself, Ignis had a feeling it didn’t appear particularly well for others to look at. His vision, however, appeared to be entirely lost, despite all the physicians attempted. The doctor he’d been working with had contacted another physician in the city of Torensten, and so Scientia was off -- transported to see yet another person who poked and prodded his injuries, and attempted to assess what had happened to him.
At least, Torensten seemed a little easier for him to adapt to, so far. There seemed to be many side streets that were much less crowded, and the people appeared to be somewhat friendlier. Every day, for as long as he could stand it, Ignis was up and moving, walking every which way he could. Many times he’d run into objects and walls, tripped over sidewalk ledges and occasionally smacked people’s legs with his white cane.
He was determined to master his blindness, however, the harsh reality of the situation made itself clear day after day; this was not something easily conquered.
Perhaps it wasn’t wise, but Ignis found it much easier to attempt to relearn how to walk at night, when there weren’t others around. He could focus much easier without the constant hum of activity, and the sounds of a peaceful night at the shore flooded his senses. The gentle crash of the waves against the sand and rock, the occasional hem or haw of a nearby shorebird, and the ricketing of wood and metal in the water, as ships balanced on the waves. He was beginning to understand the difference between sounds -- he could tell where the water hit rock instead of sand, for instance.
It was odd and unnerving to re-learn everything he’d ever known the world to be, but Scientia was determined to get it figured out. Every aspect. He would learn to exist in this world as if sight had never left him, by the end of it. Aside from the occasional, dry humor, that is.
Ignis soaked in the salty smell of the ocean as he departed the dock, walking in the sand, following the trail that he knew led to a rocky outcropping. The scent of algae became stronger as he approached, and suddenly, a sharp sound broke the otherwise calm silence of the night air.
What was that? Scientia wondered to himself as he straightened the dark tinted glasses on his face carefully, straining his ears to catch the sound once more. It came again, the ring of something metallic drifting over the waves. Ignis furrowed his eyebrows -- it sounded like a blade chipping at rock. The way the wind crossed over sharp metal, it had its own subtle, high pitched whine. He could just barely make it out over the sounds of the ocean, but what was more odd was the location. Ignis prodded the rocks in front of him with his sight stick a few times, tapping all around the edges. The sound was coming from beyond that point, but it would involve climbing over the rocks to find it.
… He hadn’t attempted such a feat since he’d become a blind man. Ignis chewed over the thought for a minute. Was it wise, to attempt to find the source of the noise? Clearly, whoever it was had sought seclusion, picking a difficult to reach location. Would he earn their ire by finding them? Yet, at the same time, it was an inviting challenge. To be able to find a person by simply locking onto a sound, then climbing over the rocks to pinpoint it, it would be excellent practice. The need to better himself overrode the more sane voice in his head, advising him that interrupting someone in isolation was likely a terrible idea.
Ignis folded his white cane into itself and slipped it securely into his pocket. He reached for the rocks, managing a decent grip despite their slickness. Slowly, one foot at a time, he climbed the small summit, listening carefully for the sounds of metal in the wind once more. The rocks weren’t overly stable, and they often shifted in his hands or under his weight, but he was managing decent progress. The sounds of steel on rock guided him close enough, as Scientia found a decent spot to begin his descent. Far enough from whoever was there, but close enough to be able to touch sand once more.
Unfolding his cane, he tapped around the edge of the outcropping, finding that he was likely around a corner from the person on the other side. Perhaps a secluded cove of sorts? There was definitely an echo from the other person’s movements and strikes, but he found it likely that his own footsteps over the rocks had likely been hidden by the sounds of the waves. Ignis took only a moment to pat himself on the back for not plummeting into the ocean or breaking his leg -- it was the little things -- before he dared to cross out from behind the rocking outcropping where the other person was still … practicing?
“Pardon the intrusion,” Ignis began, stopping only a few steps past where he’d come from, his sight cane barely tapping the sand in front of him, “But I must ask; why are you causing such potential harm to your blade?”
It was something that had begun to bother him, the more he heard the sword strike against the rock. It was something he’d have admonished anyone else for, and it felt like he had before. Striking a blade against stone did nothing good for it, it simply made it dull. The way the metal had struck the rock made him believe it may have been a greatsword of sorts, or something else with an equally long blade. The person behind it had to be quite strong.
And there he was, admonishing them for it.
“I would imagine having a sword re-sharpened in this place may be difficult, or expensive,” Ignis muttered, more to himself, tapping at the sand until he found the rocky wall once more.
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.
Sorry it's not much to work with, but someone come save him! He's in the woods outside of the city.
... He’s your friend, and your brother. I swore I would always protect him. Noct? Noct!! I’ll always be here for you.
A young boy shook his outstretched hand, a happy smile on his face spreading from cheek to cheek. He felt his own heart warm with happiness and pride -- I’ll always protect you.
But the vision, it was fading. Splotches appeared, burning away the image that was planted in his mind. The colorful scenery around the child faded away into nothingness, and then the purple flames overtook the image of the young boy himself. Why? What was happening? He could feel his heart racing with pain and worry, his hands stretching out and desperately reaching for him, Noct! Don’t--!
Curled in the overgrown grass of the woods, Ignis awoke with a harsh gasp for air, his arms reaching forward and grabbing fistfulls of the tender, soft blades. He drew in breath after ragged breath, surrounded by darkness, his body stiff and pained. His mind spun quickly -- What was happening? Where was he? Adrenaline pumped through his veins like fire as he moved his arms, trying his best to see them in the dark, cursing as he failed to see anything. His fingers jammed into the sturdy, rough bark of a nearby tree; pain blossoming across his freshly scraped hand.
His mind was threatening to spin out into a full blown panic, and he had just enough of a mind to realize that was what was happening. His short breaths were making him light-headed, or was that the disorientation? It threatened to take him down into a spiral of nausea and near unconsciousness, until he shakily gave himself a command, “Stop it. Calm yourself. Panicking will get you nowhere, Scientia.”
Ignis took long, slow breaths to even himself out for a moment. He put his hands underneath his body, and pushed himself to all fours, before leaning back to sit in the grass. His body felt like it was rebooting, in a way. Things came to him slowly. His name was Ignis. Ignis lived in Insomnia. Ignis grew up with … Noct? The details were much too fuzzy to start at the beginning, and he quickly became distracted by the aches and pains in his body.
The patch of skin on his hand that had grazed some nearby tree was hot and inflamed; irritated by the minor scuff. His body felt sore, as if he’d been working himself to the bone day after day. Even as he moved his arms to feel around in the dark once again, he realized how exhausted and heavy his limbs felt. Ignis muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration and --
The man uttered a truly surprised gasp of horrid pain. Heat flared across his face, and the minor oddities began to make themselves known. There was something over his eyes, and his skin felt hot and wet. Ignis brought one hand to his face, hissing again in shock as his fingers brushed over a bandage just under his left eye. Despite the pain, he carefully traced the outline of the well wrapped bandages -- they stretched across both of his eyes, nearly up to his hairline, partially covering the tops of his cheek bones. That was why it seemed so dark. He attempted to open his eyes underneath the cloth, but found that he couldn’t. They were likely swollen shut, or perhaps crusted with blood.
One attempt to remove the bandage was all Ignis needed to know that it was a truly awful idea. His skin was either bleeding, or perhaps it was some sort of medicated rub, either way the bandaging was stuck to his wounded skin. As he sat in the quiet grass, the retainer attempted to take in what was going on. Right, no sense in making a fuss about it. He would make a mental list of his observations.
I am exhausted. It is painful to move. Something happened to my face, and I currently cannot see. I am outside, in tall grass. I don’t hear the sounds of civilization nearby. That means I’m likely out in the wilderness somewhere.
But why? And how? No matter how much he strained, Ignis couldn’t think of the last thing he remembered. The only name that came to mind, again and again, was Noct.
“Noct?” Ignis tempted the air with uncertainty, as he tepidly felt around the area for the tree he’d disagreed with earlier. No answer came in the wind, however, as his hands found the base of the rugged bark. Using the thin, but sturdy tree for support, Ignis managed to pull himself to his feet, despite the protest in his knees. His head swayed with pain, and Ignis placed a hand on the side of his head, feeling the locks of his hair plastered to his bandages with sweat. He wrapped the other arm around the tree for support, trying his best to ignore the wave of nausea that rocked in the pit of his stomach.
Sounds were beginning to make themselves known as he held himself up. Birds were tweeting, singing the occasional song. The wind was blowing, rustling leaves that sounded full, and not dry. In the distance, he could hear the snorting of an unknown creature.
Ignis swallowed the hard lump in his throat. His head was swimming, even though he’d grounded himself mentally as much as he could. It just wasn’t enough, he realized, as fear began to creep itself slowly up his spine. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there. He had no idea what he was doing last.
And he had little time to consider any of it, as it seemed he was lost outside of civilization. When darkness came, if it wasn’t already upon him, the dangers of the night would present themselves. Monsters. Daemons.
“Is anyone out there?” Ignis called out to the open air, holding himself steady against the tree. His voice felt weak, as if he’d been yelling for days on end, but he needed to try harder, “Anyone!?”
At this point, he couldn’t do much, but hope to the gods that someone had heard him. The longer he stood, the more sick and exhausted he felt. Hopefully, it was just weariness and worry. But he feared it was something more.
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 Feb 17, 2019 0:38:13 GMT -6
Ignis Scientia
"I swore an oath to stand with Noct, and keep him safe. Whatever it takes, I will protect him!"
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Ignis Scientia NICKNAMES:: Iggy, Specs GENDER:: Male AGE:: 22 ORIENTATION:: He’s married to his job (Homosexual) ALIGNMENT:: Neutral (for the moment)
HEIGHT:: 6’0” HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Dirty blonde hair, with the front typically styled upward / Green Eyes - Though he is blind, and his left eye can no longer open / Olive skinned DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Ignis has vicious scarring, mostly across his left eye. He also has a large, noticeable scar on his nose, and another above his right eye. His right eyelid is also scarred similarly to his left. Click for context.
II. PERSONA
At first glance, Ignis seems a friendly, albeit uptight young man. Usually observing situations with a neutral viewpoint, Iggy is sometimes a man of few words, asking only for the type of information that he would find handy for the given situation. He is friendly to strangers, though stiff if he is unsure of their intentions. A very respectable man, one would find it difficult to have a bad experience with Ignis in everyday situations.
Having been raised to care for and protect the future King, Ignis has a serious, but nurturing spirit. He tends to stick close to his objectives, whatever they may be at the time, and remains fiercely loyal to his friends. If you manage to infiltrate his tight, inner circle, you would find yourself fretted, tutted, and cared for to an almost mothering (or smothering) point. Iggy cares deeply for the well being of his friends, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. He encourages healthy eating habits and exercise, as well as stimulation for the mind. He strongly insists on making sure his friends are well taken care of, as it was a part of his training growing up.
And, well, he truly loves taking care of others. Though, you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit such a fact.
Typically stoic and serious, Ignis approaches most all situations with a level head and logical reasoning. He is not one to jump the gun or fight first and ask questions later. He would rather talk and gain as much of an understanding of a situation as possible, and form as perfect of a plan as possible. Unfortunately for others, he tends to do this with many aspects of his life, not just battles and other high tension moments. Iggy prefers to be prepared no matter what the situation -- whether its sneaking into a heavily guarded base, or making a trip to the grocery store.
Perfectionist, is what Ignis would call himself, and all others that know him would agree. It’s not just developing the perfect plan for the day, but perfecting everything one does. From the perfect cup of coffee, to the perfect way to slice vegetables, to the perfect attack. Iggy can find himself getting quite worked up and stressed when things don’t go his way, however, his frustration is typically short lived. Though, if you purposely destroy one of his well concocted plans, prepare for him to be quite short with you, and ready to rub it in your face when something inevitably goes wrong.
While formal and respectful with others, Ignis has a hard time reading people in a more casual sense. At times, he tends to misunderstand jokes and take them seriously, when they’re not meant to be. Some types of slang also go over his head, due to his very formal upbringing. However, Iggy is not entirely dense to the occasional joke, and has impressive comedic timing when landing a particular sly or petty comeback. His humor tends to be dry and sarcastic, though always said with a straight face.
In any situation, one will find Ignis Scientia as the calm, voice of reason. Though he may be just as confused and riled up as his fellows, he will always be the one to remain the most calm, and try and keep things stable. Considering he is close to people of various temperaments, Iggy has had a lot of practice playing peacekeeper. It was also a part of his training for being a royal advisor; to remain the voice of reason and think logically, no matter who or what approached. Because of this, Iggy finds himself often calming others, even if it’s temporarily, with both logic and soothing reason.
However, that isn’t to say that he can’t also be reckless. When pushed to his absolute limit, Ignis will do whatever it takes to keep his promises and achieve important goals. If the lives of his friends are at stake, Iggy will do whatever it takes to save them -- even willing to give up his own life for Noctis, who he considers a brother and his true family. In these situations, Ignis acts brash and improvises all of his movements and situations, unafraid of the consequences.
Another of his strengths is his intellect. Ignis memorized everything he could about the landscape, the cities, the monsters, the usefulness of wild ingredients -- and much, much more back in his home world. This studious personality trait is something that sticks with him always, and he can often be found asking the locals about everything, from animals to monsters to wild forage to events, and much, much more. Though he can no longer see, Iggy still demands to have every detail, every speck of information about everything around him. A part of it is a natural curiosity, but the overwhelming majority of his reasoning is that there is no such thing as “useless information”.
Though Ignis is prideful and a stickler for perfection in his planning, the young man is overwhelmingly a positive influence to have around any group. With his nurturing nature, wealth of knowledge, and fierce loyalty, he would be a true friend to anyone that showed him such kindness. Typically stoic and serious, when comfortable, he’s happy to make the occasional dry joke or terrible pun, with a wry smile on his face as everyone around him groans apathetically.
A hardworking perfectionist, and ever loyal to the very end.
III. HISTORY
Date: xx/xx
Today, I formally met Prince Noctis. He is younger than me, but not by much. The King told me to stand by Prince Noctis, and to be his brother and guide him! I don’t know exactly what that means yet, but Father says my training as a ReRi Retainer for the Prince will help me understand.
Prince Noctis is very nice. I think we will be good friends. Date xx/xx
I have been spending a lot of time with Prince Noctis recently. He is very active and likes to play a lot. He also likes to speak out of the Citadel when we aren’t supposed to. Tonight we got caught, and I told Father that it was all my fault. He wasn’t very happy, and I think I will have to make it up to him.
Date xx/xx
Noctis is not adapting well to more school work. I am helping to tutor him best I can, but sometimes he chooses not to listen well. I think he is distracted, because the King is more busy as of late. However, I will continue to try and make sure he focuses on his studies. They’ll be important when he is King someday.
Date xx/xx
I have not had time to write much recently, due to my busy schedule. On top of my own studies, I am now training with the Glaives, attending Council meetings, and helping Noct with his studies. The curiosity with cooking I discovered some years ago has blossomed into somewhat of a hobby. It is frustrating, being unable to perfectly recreate the dessert that Noct had in Tenebrae when we were younger.
Date xx/xx
Gladiolus Amicitia is an interesting fellow, and more astute than I gave him credit for. He is destined to become the Prince’s Shield, and from what I have observed, I believe he will be the right choice for the job. Today, he helped clear some of the fog from my mind, so that I could understand Noct’s recent mood. It’s good to have second opinions.
Date xx/xx
I beat Gladio in a sparring match. I will have to be on guard, as I suspect retaliation will be in order.
Date xx/xx
A new young fellow has come into Noct’s life. Prompto, a boy closer to Noct’s age than Gladiolus and myself, who carries himself with a very chipper attitude. His sunshine disposition next to Noct’s unintentional gloominess warms my heart. He’s a tad hyper for my tastes, but he seems to be getting Noct to be more social, which is a plus. Date xx/xx
Today, I followed up with the mechanics who are servicing the Regalia. It appears it will be ready in time for our departure. There is much to do, and not much time to do it. I hope Prompto and Gladio have made their preparations, it will certainly take all three of us to prepare Noct for his journey.
Reminders: Call the garage about the car in the AM.
Date xx/xx
Tonight is our last night in Insomnia before the trip begins. Sadly, we were unable to meet up with the King beforehand -- some unexpected business has come up, I believe. I have been at Noct’s apartment for only five minutes, but I fear now may be my only time to write anything down. Tonight, I wish to simply focus on the journey ahead.
Reminders: Triple check all bags are in the trunk. We don’t want a repeat of the great failed camping trip from last year. Date xx/xx
This is not how I intended our journey to start, and needless to say, I am quite miffed.
We started our day with our farewells to the King. While Noct seems excited for the trip, perhaps a tad nervous, I believe it was a powerful moment for him, and for us all. The Regalia seemed to be running fine as we departed Insomnia, however …
Well, I’m currently writing this entry from the side of the immobile vehicle.
I’m not sure what is wrong with it; my understanding of vehicles like this is basic, at best. All attempts to contact anyone for help have gone unanswered. I’ve checked the map, and we’re close to a garage. Hopefully we can get this mess sorted quickly.
Noct and Prompto are quite upset about having to push the car. Thank goodness for Gladio.
Date xx/xx - Evening
The Regalia is being repaired by Cindy, the lead mechanic here at Hammerhead. While I find some of her mannerisms strange, she appears to be quite the expert. I am confident we will be back on the road in the morning.
The boys are too exhausted to move and have already gone to bed for the evening. Apologies Noct, I know this is not the start of the adventure that you wanted.
Reminders: Call that insufferable garage back in Insomnia and speak with management. Supplies List: xx, xx, xx
Date xx/xx
We departed Hammerhead early, in order to make up for some lost time. This drive is quite the experience, however, and we have been stopping often to investigate interesting offerings, collect materials for the journey, and help strangers where we can.
We stopped at a rest area in Longwythe, and encountered Lady Lunafreya’s dog, Umbra. It’s good to see how excited Noct is for their reunion.
Galdin Quay is still quite some distance, so we’ve decided to camp for the night. Gladiolus is more than excited, and I suppose this gives me a chance to improve upon my campside cooking.
Reminders: Collect ingredients for that recipe Noct seemed to like in Hammerhead.
Supplies: xx, xx, xx
Date xx/xx
I believe I enjoyed the journey to Galdin Quay more than I have the environment here, so far. We’ve been informed that the ships to Altissa currently aren’t running. We obtained this information from a rather strange character; perhaps he’s simply a character? A reporter named Dino corroborated his story, however, but we’ve been informed there will be ships running in the morning.
The hotel is nice, I suppose, but everything is quite unaffordable. This is not the ideal location to purchase supplies. Supplies List: xx, xx, xx
Date xx/xx
Inside is a clip taken from the newspaper, stating that Nifelheim’s attack on Insomnia claimed the lives of King Regis, Prince Noctis, and Lady Lunafreya.
We are headed back to Insomnia.
Date xx/xx
We could not attempt to get back into the city. The borders have all been closed by the imperial military. Cor Leonis has confirmed King Regis’ death, and left us a message at Hammerhead with instructions for our next move.
To say that things are tense would be an understatement. However, whatever happens, we will always remain by Noct’s side.
Date xx/xx
We met the Marshal at a Royal Tomb, and learned more of the truth of what befell Insomnia and King Regis. It is now Noct’s duty to collect the Royal Arms, scattered throughout the land. Lady Lunafreya escaped harm, thankfully, and is in possession of the Ring of Lucii.
This has been a trying day for Noct. He is holding up as best as I could hope, however, I’m hoping within the coming days, we can bring up his spirits best we can.
Tonight, I made one of his more favored dishes. It brought a small smile to his face, and that’s all I could ask for.
Date xx/xx
Today was spent traveling and battling monsters for bounty hunting quests. No matter the circumstances of the world, gil is still required for goods and services. We have spent the last few nights under the stars, and for the most part, away from civilization. It has been refreshing, and Noct seems to be relaxing, if only a little. Supply List: xx/xx/xx
Date: xx/xx
I’ve nothing to report today. I wish I were joking, but Noct spent the entire day fishing.
Anyone unfamiliar with him may think this is a coping mechanism of his. Quite the contrary, he prides himself in his fishing skills. He simply wanted to fish the day away.
Unfortunately, we will have to put him back on task tomorrow.
Supply List: xx/xx/ I’ve lost count of the fish. It’s late.
Date xx/xx
With the Marshal’s help, we were able to defeat the imperial army’s Norduscean Blockade. It was no easy task, and I’m forever thankful for his help. We were able to proceed into the Duscae region, and made camp quite a ways away on our way toward Lestallum.
The goal is to meet up with Iris Amicitia, and proceed from there.
Reminders: We are low on curatives. And Ebony.
Supply List: xx/xx/xx
Date xx/xx
On our way to Lestallum, we attempted to visit the Disc of Cauthess, but it is guarded by the imperial army. However, the sight even from our distance, was quite interesting.
We have finally met up with Iris, Jared, and Talcott in Lestallum. We’ve received news that Lady Lunafreya was here recently, and that seems to have put Noct at ease for the time being. Everyone seems somewhat more relaxed for the moment, and I believe we’ll all enjoy sleeping in a bed for the night.
Addition: Noct has experienced a strange headache. I’ve given him some painkillers, but the timing is … strange.
Supply List: xx/xx/xx
Date: xx/xx
Iris took Noctis on a trip through the city, so I’ve taken this time to collect a few interesting things and restock our supplies. Lestallum is certainly a fascinating city.
Noct is still experiencing headaches. I’ve a feeling this goes deeper than anything I could attempt to handle on my own.
Date xx/xx
Following the legend Talcott told us, we were able to help Noct retrieve another royal arm. Though he is in a considerable amount of pain from these frequent headaches, we have decided to travel to the Disc of Cauthess and proceed however necessary into the crater.
Date xx/xx
Rushed for time.
Followed bizarre stranger Ardyn to the crater.
Fought the Astral, Titan. Noct has forged a covenant with it.
Ardyn is the chancellor of Niflheim empire. Saved us in the crater. Writing this on the transport.
Not sure what is coming.
Date xx/xx
Though we were spared a deadly fate in the crater, the man Ardyn did not turn us over to Niflheim as we feared. However, the Regalia is missing, and I fear it’s in the empire’s hands. Cindy is doing her best to locate it.
All of the roads are currently blocked by imperial brigades. We’re stranded in Duscae, and the skies haven’t cleared. A perpetual storm is on the horizon.
Lady Lunafreya delivered a message to Noct via Umbra, and his resolve has grown knowing that the Astrals support him.
Supply list: xx/xx/xx
Date xx/xx
Noct has formed a covenant with the Astral, Ramuh. Tonight, I am air drying this journal and praying that the rain hasn’t permanently damaged previous entries.
Strangely, Prompto has started noticing the Messenger of the Gods, Gentiana, in the background of some of the photos he’s been taking. She must be following Noctis, rather than Lunafreya, for the moment.
Supply list: Low on Ebony. Date xx/xx
Today, Cindy called to tell us that she located the Regalia at the Aracheole Stronghold nearby. Infiltrating was hardly a problem, however, we were stopped by Ravus Nox Flueret once we’d found the Regalia. It appears he’s chosen to work with the Imperials. For a moment, it truly seemed a fight would break out between us as he overpowered Gladio, however, the mysterious Chancellor, Ardyn, intervened once more.
Whatever his motive is, it is a mystery. However, I can say with certainty, every time we happen into him, I get more and more uncomfortable. It almost feels as if he’s following our every move, despite the fact that we seem to aimlessly wander more than I am comfortable with.
Noct is clearly bothered by the appearances of both Ravus and Ardyn, but we have more important tasks to focus on, right now.
At least we have the car back. I don’t know that Prompto would have made it one more day on his feet. We’ve chosen to stay the night at a caravan, for a much needed break. We will discuss our next move in the morning.
Supply List: xx/xx/xx
Date xx/xx
Tense situation. Not much time.
Lestallum taken over by the Imperial army. Jared murdered. Iris and Talcott alive. Need to get to Caem.
Date xx/xx
Typically, I am not a fan of doing something on impulse. Today was a different story, however.
We took a break during our travel to Caem to take out an imperial base. Iris and Talcott were left in Old Lestallum, while the rest of us proceeded toward the base to avenge Jared in our own way. Unfortunately, we were not able to keep hold of the commander responsible for the attack, and though we were able to cause a lot of damage with the raid, we were temporarily fended off by a woman; Aranea Highwind. However, she didn’t pursue us long, and departed.
Tomorrow, we continue toward Caem.
Date xx/xx
Cid and Cindy have arrived to attempt to salvage King Regis’ boat, and repair it so that we may proceed to Altissa. Iris will be staying in Caem with Talcott, and we all participated in a small ceremony for Jared.
We haven’t had much time on this venture to really take in our great losses. Perhaps I’m too concerned for what tomorrow will bring day in and day out, or maybe it is simply my way of coping.
I’ll make time to deal with such feelings when we reach the end of our journey. Date xx/xx
Today was quite long.
Gladiolus departed strangely in the morning, without a word. Whatever he’s up to, I trust he’ll return soon.
We started searching for mythril, which is needed to repair the boat. It led us to Vesperpool, where we met Aranea Highwind once more. We also met Ardyn again, and his sudden appearance was just as unsettling as before. He always seems to be in the right place at the right time.
We were forced into many battles with deamons, but we managed to recover the mythril in the ruins. Thanks to Aranea’s help, we are returning to Lestallum on an Imperial airship.
Many things became apparent today. The imperials are hunting daemons to use to creating magitek soldiers. Ardyn knows much more than he is letting on. Aranea is an ally.
I fear soon, it will be hard to keep the details straight. We are heading to Lestallum to meet up with Cindy’s associate Holly, as we cannot use raw mythril for the repairs. It needs to be treated.
Tomorrow will be yet another long day.
Date xx/xx
Gladiolus is back, thank goodness.
The power plant in Lestallum was covered in daemons, and disposing of them was no simple task. I fear I sweated out a few pounds in the heat.
We made a quick return to Caem with the mythril, so Cid and Cindy could repair the boat. We took a much needed rest, while telling Iris and Talcott of our venture. Noctis was visited by Umbra as well, with a message from Lady Lunafreya.
I think it may be starting to sink into him, that we will be meeting with her at long last.
Reminder: Give Gladio the stare, until he reveals where he got that new scar.
Supply List: xx/xx/xx
Date xx/xx
We have arrived in Altissa, with a lot heavy in our minds. The empire is encroaching on the city, demanding Lady Lunafreya be released into their custody. Thankfully, it appears Altissa has no intent on doing such.
Noct is to make a covenant with Leviathan. Lunafreya’s speech, I thought, was perfection.
We are to evacuate the citizens, in case Leviathan is not receptive. With the empire near, I fear things may not go smoothly.
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That was the last thing Ignis Scientia wrote in his journal on their journey. In Altissa, he was separated from Gladiolus and Prompto, and as he attempted to make his way toward Noctis to help, he encountered several Imperials blocking his path. He also encountered Ravus, and the two made a shaky alliance as they both simply wanted to help Noct and Luna, respectively. As they approached the altar, Ignis found Pyrna, one of Luna’s dogs, injured nearby. When he touched the dog, he was given a vision of the future.
A future that Noctis would not survive.
Lunafreya was dead, and Noctis was unconscious. Ravus attacked Ignis out of grief and despair, and after their small bout was settled, they began the process of moving Luna and Noct from the area. However, Gladiolus appeared looking for Ignis -- or so it seemed. It was actually Ardyn, disguised as Gladio, there to kill Noctis. As Ignis was pinned to the ground by Imperial Soldiers, he had only a moment to decide on a course of action.
He forced the soldiers off, and put the Ring of Lucii on his hand.
Ignis was granted the power of kings, willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice to save Noctis. With this newfound power, he was able to fight off Ardyn and the Imperial Soldiers, giving his all to drive them away. With his energy gone, he collapsed next to Noctis, as the flesh by his eyes sizzled away -- his sight burning away into nothing but darkness.
Gladio and Prompto arrived, rescuing the unconscious pair. Ignis wouldn’t awake for some time, his face bandaged and scarred, his vision permanently gone.
This, is when he wakes up in Zephon.
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Iggy’s story doesn’t end there, however. Though he loses his sight, he insists on continuing their journey, if Noctis will allow him to. Despite the awkwardness they all experienced after Altissa, Ignis was able to bring the group back together, and force all the pain behind them -- so they could look only to the future. A future Ignis had seen, and Noctis insisted on continuing toward. The group moves toward Gralea, where the Crystal was taken, losing Prompto along the way to Ardyn’s savageness.
Along the way, the group is also forced to confront how and why daylight is vanishing at an alarming rate. With Luna’s death, nothing seems able to slow the eternal darkness. Ravus was executed by the Imperials for high treason, and thus the line of the Oracles was no more. With Aranea’s help, they are able to continue towards Gralea without endangering passengers, and they are forced face to face with Ardyn once more. However, with the help of Shiva -- or Gentiana, as the others had known her -- they’re able to force him back once more.
They gain the knowledge that Ardyn is immortal, and that Prompto is being held captive along with the Crystal.
Ignis and Gladiolus are separated from Noctis in Gralea, and are forced to follow Ardyn’s directions to the Keep. Together, they find footage of Ravus’ brutal death, and hurry to find Noctis before something happens to him. The entire group is finally able to reunite, and together, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto urge Noctis toward the crystal, to banish the daemons.
And so, for ten years, Noctis is gone. During that time, Ignis was able to master his disability, as he awaited his King’s return. The land was coated in an eternal night, and together, Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto trained with Cor, becoming deamon hunters and readying themselves for Noctis’s return.
After a final campsite meal, the friends return to the ruins of Insomnia to complete the prophecy. Despite all of Ardyn’s attempts to hinder them, the friend are able to reach the citadel, where Noctis leaves to complete his duty as the True King. Ignis and the others continue to fight off the daemons outside, until the sun finally rises.
The vision Ignis saw ten years ago was finally completed.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Lala
OTHER CHARACTERS:: Warrior of Light, Zack Fair, Nero the Sable
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Let’s not talk about how long
HOW YOU FOUND US::
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: Ignis was transported to Zephon after falling unconscious in Altissa. His memories are a little messed up from the trauma, but that’s not permanent! At the moment, he’s just become blind, and all he can remember is that he needs to find “Noct”.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: Exempt! Normally I’d put one in anyway, but I’m saving it for my opener..
