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Next time on The Many Adventures of Prompto In Danger
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto did not want to do this.
It was crazy, really, in a not so crazy way that should have felt normal, but it didn’t. He’d never liked fighting much more than monsters if he could help it -- which he usually couldn’t. As the soldiers came storming up the broken escalator to the second floor, he couldn’t help but remind himself that they were human. They weren’t like MTs
(don’t think about it)
that were basically just robots mixed up with daemons
(don’t think about it)
But real, living, breathing people with friends and dreams and favorite ice cream flavors who hadn’t thought they’d get in a shoot-out at the top of a sports stadium today. Gladio would have called him a wuss. Ignis would have sternly reminded him of the stakes. You know what you need to do, he would have said, and Prompto would have nodded and swallowed and taken aim. But he was alone now, and while he knew, that didn’t make it any easier to actually do it.
Prompto took a deep breath, the kind he did before target practice, and straightened so he could line up his shot. Pistols weren’t the best for this kind of range, but he wanted to get a few warning rounds in before he brought out the big guns. The really, really big guns.
He fired past the ear of a soldier kneeling to shoot. The bullet exploded into the sunglasses kiosk, bursting with wooden debris, Prompto fired again into the tile at the man’s feet, the man flinched, and then every single one of them collapsed.
For a moment, Prompto could only blink at them stupidly. He hadn’t hit anyone. He’d been sure he hadn’t hit anyone, and he was even more sure that this wasn’t how bullets worked, but there it was. One second about a half dozen soldiers had made it up the stairs and were preparing to attack, and the next they were all on the floor. Somehow. Prompto looked between his guns to the soldiers and felt his mouth open.
”Huh?”
Then he saw someone else coming up the stairs. It was the same man as before. The one in black with the blonde hair with his not-spikes and his not-dad face. Prompto stared at him as all the pieces fell into place. Then he laughed. ”Al-right!” he shouted then straightened a little higher and waved at him. ”Nice one!”
He’d really done it. That man down there had really done it without having to hurt anybody! At least he hoped he hadn't hurt them. He really, really hoped not because otherwise that was some pretty scary stuff. Like Ardyn level scary.
Daemon level scary.
”So uh. You got a way out or…?” Then he saw it. There was another staircase just down the path heading up from the second floor. And there were already soldiers charging up it. Prompto scrambled to his feet, backing up as he raised his pistols again. ”Uh! We got company!”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
The man apologized to the teacher. He apologized so hard that Prompto felt like he should apologize even though he didn’t know what for. It really made him feel like a disappointment of a son. Which he was. But that wasn’t the point right now.
“So…” Prompto said slowly once they were out of the room. He didn’t really know what to add, but it felt good to say something. The soldiers were still around. He could see the tops of a few helmets over near the escalators. He swallowed and tried to keep on the man’s other side.
Then the man answered him.
”Wha-?” Prompto stared at him, trying to piece it together. He knew. The man knew all about him and his situation, and while part of Prompto wanted to thank him until his throat was sore, the other part wanted desperately to get away. ’Either you’re a terrorist, which means hopefully this city will stop being an asshole to me.’ That didn’t sound good.
”I’m not an anything!” Prompto cried out before he caught himself and lowered his voice. ”I didn’t do anything,” he whispered. ”Or at least, I don’t think I did. Did I? But they seem to know me somehow I guess. Maybe I look like someone else? I don’t think I have an evil twin…”
Except he did. He had a whole army of them. It made him wonder…
”Huh.” Wondering made him feel sick. He decided to stop.
Gotta keep your head in the game.
”Distraction.” Prompto nodded decisively because it gave him something to do. ”Gotta slip out. Man, you’re the best! You really are.” Prompto scanned the room. It was a wide hall and a tall one, reaching up about three stories with stairs interlacing all of them. It looked kind of like a mall with all of its kiosks and food stands. Maybe it really was a sports stadium. When it wasn’t hosting high schools, that was.
”Er. Well, if I had my friend, he could probably make it up there…” Prompto eyed the upper floors. It would’ve been cool to learn how to warp. He really could have used it now. ”But I guess we’re not doing that.”
Come on, Prompto! Think! Usually this was where Iggy would make some kind of plan. Or maybe Gladio would bellow something out to get them to stand and fight. But he wasn’t there. No one was -- just Prompto by himself again. That hadn’t gone great last time.
Last time. He forced back a shudder. He didn’t want to think about that. He really, really didn’t.
The man gave him an encouraging pat on the back. Prompto laughed weakly and looked up at him. ”But what are you gonna do?”
Too late. He was already gone. Headed straight for a band of soldiers. Prompto didn’t get it, and he didn’t like it, but he didn’t stop him either. For a second, he just watched him, frowning and trying to figure out his angle. Then he heard the yelling.
”Officer! Y-You gotta help! The terrorist, he’s-he’s taken my wife hostage!”
Prompto felt his mouth drop open. ”Huh?!”
Not good. This was so not good. So, so not good. He’d say it was bad, but it was worse than bad. It was terrible.
Prompto stumbled back. He stared at them, aghast, before his head finally caught up to him, and he turned around, keeping his head down just like the man had told him. He didn’t know what he thought he was doing, but he’d been right about one thing. He had to get away. Now more than ever. Now more than before, and he’d be mad about that later, but first he had to make sure he had a later. There must have been a back entrance, he thought. There was always a back entrance.
And this time was no exception, but as he rounded the corner, he saw that the soldiers had been true to their word. They really had surrounded the building. The second entrance was blocked by a wall of men dressed in black with guns on their backs. A few were combing the crowd asking questions. Prompto crept carefully backwards, searching for any other direction. He could be clever! He just had to, you know, try.
”Hey! Hey you! Is that him?”
Fear struck Prompto like cold water. They were pointing at him. He knew they were pointing at him even if his back was turned. He picked up the pace, dodging past a few startled people. Keep his head down. He could do that. He just had to-
”Officer Green, we have the suspect sighted! Regroup at the south plaza.”
And that was the end of that.
”Ah!” He scrambled forward, eyes darting around until they caught on the stairs and he was dashing up a broken escalator taking two stairs at a time. There wasn’t much cover here, and the second he reached the top, he did a somersault roll to get him out of the line of fire and behind a closed kiosk that sold sunglasses. He knelt behind it, catching his breath, as he heard them mobilizing. There wasn’t anywhere to go up here, he knew that, but there wasn’t anywhere to go down there either, and if there was one thing that Noct had taught him, it was that it was always better to have the high ground.
A thought came to him then. It wasn’t a good thought, necessarily, but it was a thought all the same. Prompto could fight. He wasn’t useless, and his body count could probably pile up pretty high by now. He was only running because he didn’t want to fight, and because there were too many people around. Downstairs, it was out of the question. But up here…
The stadium had three stories. If they wanted to shoot him, they’d have to come up to the second floor. That would get them away from the crowds. Prompto bit his tongue.
”Okay,” he muttered. ”Okay, you’ve got this.”
Then he rolled out of cover and made a mad dash for the next set of stairs.
He made it. Barely. He heard them open fire by the time he reached the top, but they weren’t in range for accuracy. A bullet whizzed past his ear and he found cover again behind wooden bench set in front of a glass-pane railing overlooking the floors below. He was high now. Real high, and he could see just about everything. They were coming up after him.
”Soldiers, lots of guns, nowhere to go.” Prompto flicked his wrists and brought his pistols to his hands in a burst of light. ”No problem, right?”
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know what was happening, and this was not unusual. Prompto had gone on the run from a conquering empire, met the Astrals, learned he was a clone, and stood face to face with whatever the heck Ardyn was. He’d witnessed the end of the world and the dusk of eternal night. He’d seen more than most people could dream of in a lifetime, and still, life had a way of surprising him.
”Alright! Line up! Last name, alphabetized!”
For a long time, Prompto could only watch dumbly as kids around him chattered excitedly among themselves, figuring out their place in line. It was so high energy that Prompto almost wanted to join in. If he could have. But he didn’t belong here, did he?
He really didn’t belong.
The door crashed open, and Prompto yelped, jumping backwards into a defensive stance that was ready to run. He expected to see the soldiers after him for astrals knew what reason, but instead he found a man in black with blonde hair swept to the side in styled half-spikes. He looked mad, and for some reason, he was looking at him.
”Aedan, what the hell are you doing?”
”Huh?”
”I’m gone for a minute and...gah, you’re mother’s gonna kill you. And me, for that matter.”
”But-!” Prompto opened his mouth. He closed it. For once, he closed it because he was too confused to do much more than sputter. Who was Aedan? Who was this man? Was he supposed to be his dad? But he didn’t look much older than him, really. Well, he looked older but not that old. Not dad old.
”I don’t know. Uh. I mean.” Prompto leaned back on his heel, rubbing his neck because it helped think a little better. His mouth was still working the way it always did when he didn’t know what to say. ”Yeah, sure. That’s you. My dad.”
Gladio had always teased him about his baby face. Maybe the new guy had one too. He sure didn’t have a dad face.
“Heheheh.” The nervous laughter rose on its own. He glanced at the door. Somewhere out there, soldiers were guarding the exits and evacuating and doing all kinds of other soldier things. Prompto couldn’t fight them on his own.
”So uh. Where are we going? Gotta go fast, right? To mom?” Maybe if he stayed in these robes, if he stayed by this not-dad, if he kept his head down, maybe he could slip right out from under their noses.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Dec 2, 2020 12:16:19 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@tag
We've got some shenanigans, people
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know what was happening.
That wasn’t unusual, but this time he really didn’t know. One second, he thought he’d been minding his business, and the next he was surrounded by guards that he really, really didn’t want to remind him of MTs. His parents had taught him that when an officer said to stop, you stopped. That was the law of Lucis, after all, and if you really didn’t do anything then it would all get sorted out. But this wasn’t Lucis. It also wasn’t Niflheim, but it sure looked a lot like Niflheim, and if there was one thing he’d learned about Niflheim it was that if men with guns told you to stop, you didn’t stop.
You ran.
”N-35, suspect’s fleeing down Tenth and Sharp. Send in back-up!”
”Out of the way!”
Prompto yelped at the sound of gunfire and ducked on instinct, rolling behind a wall and then back to his feet. He scrambled forward, trying hard not to slip on the ice that shimmered black on the oil-slick alleyway. Just keep going, that was his motto. You get knocked down, you get back up again.
Never gonna keep me down.
”Okay, okay! Not good! Think, Prompto, think!” He burst out the other side onto a street that he didn’t recognize. Not that he recognized any street around here, but that just meant he'd have to think on his feet. There was another patter of gunfire and Prompto dodged to the side, walking slowly backwards with his own pistols trained on the alleyway behind him. A guard popped around the corner only to be met by Prompto's hail of bullets which sent him stumbling back for cover.
That’d keep them for, what? Thirty seconds?
He ran whichever way his feet took him. Left? Right? All the same to him! The people on the street were running too, but more from him than with him. He dodged down another street and hoped he wasn’t being followed. He needed somewhere to hide. Some way to lose them…
There was a crowd ahead. A big one, all milling around what looked like the entrance to a stadium. A sports game? Good enough for him!
He darted towards it and then slowed to a clumsy stop. He felt a bead of sweat drip uncomfortably down the back of his neck. Stuck in the cold, it made him shiver.
”Yup. Nothing going on here. Just a normal guy. Just. Blend in.” Prompto trotted into the crowds, edging through them as naturally as he could. They were mostly middle-aged. There were a lot of old people too with wrinkled faces and thinning hair. They all seemed excited about something. Some of them held bouquets of flowers. Weird sports game, but who was he to judge?
He went into the stadium and sighed at the warm wave of heat that hit him. It was even more crowded here, and Prompto had to sidle sideways just so he wouldn’t step on any toes. He heard the thudding of boots coming up the street and he picked up the pace. ”’Scuse me. Coming through!”
”You!”
Prompto stopped, blinking at the man who was pointing at him. The man was maybe fifty with gray hair and thin glasses. And his finger had definitively landed on him.
Prompto looked around just to make sure before pointing at himself. ”Who? Me?”
”Yes you! We’ve been looking all over for you! Late as always! Now get with the rest of your class!”
”Uh…”
Before Prompto could say much else, he was grabbed and yanked forward. ”Go on! Down the hall with the others!”
”Oh. Yeah. Sure. Mister.” The boots were getting closer. Prompto gave a nervous little laugh and slipped off in the way the mysterious man in glasses had directed him. There were other people here trailing outside a door. They were younger than everyone else -- somewhere between eighteen and twenty -- and they were all dressed in identical black robes.
Someone shouted at him. ”Hurry! Put this on! We’ve got about ten minutes!” A harried looking woman shoved a pair of robes at him. Prompto took them, bewildered, before unzipping the back and shoving them over his head. Dressed like this, he almost looked like…
Wait a second.
”Remember! This is your graduation so don’t make any trouble!”
From the main hall, ”We’re looking for a terrorist! We want an evacuation and we’ll have the building surrounded!”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 29, 2020 13:51:56 GMT -6
PROMPTO ARGENTUM
ABOUT
Prompto's really cool. Or at least, that's what he wants you to think. In reality, he's just your average guy always a little too in over his head. No matter the situation, he's always there for a joke or a smile. Once he's started talking, he just can't stop.
FRIENDS
Noctis Lucis Caelum - Prompto's best bro. Prompto would do anything for him. Literally anything. Leave his home? Fight the empire? Descend into eternal night? Sure thing, bro. Wherever Noct goes, Prompto's sure to follow. Ignis Scientia - Iggy's a great guy. He's smart and proper and cares about Noct more than anything. He's also a great cook! Prompto always feel a little better when Ignis is around. Gladiolus Amicitia - Gladio can be a little scary, but he's a big softy once you get to know him. Even when he's telling Prompto to shut up, Prompto knows it's all in good fun. They're friends, after all. Yuna - A sweet girl that Prompto met on a blind date. They traded stories about their trauma and then ended the night with a kiss. They've promised to see each other again. Caius Dragelion - A Kingsglaive turned mercenary who claims to be from the future. Prompto doesn't know what that's about, but he greatly appreciates the help and thinks that Caius is, like, really cool.
ENEMIES
Ardyn Izunia - Ardyn is some kind of eldritch horror as far as Prompto's knows. The guy's evil. Seriously, world-destroying evil. Prompto hasn't forgotten what he did to Noctis, to Lucis, and to him personally. Prompto would do anything in his power to stop him. Alexander Sorel - Okay so Alex isn't like an enemy enemy. But boy does Prompto not like him. He's like an Enemy LightTM and Prompto would love to tell him exactly what he thinks of him if he wasn't so afraid that Alex might just kick his ass.
OTHER
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prompto'S TIMELINE
Here lies the story of Prompto Argentum . All threads are meant to be read in chronological order. Thanks for reading!
@reno -- Prompto woke up in the wilderness and started a long, confused walk down an empty road. Only once he'd given up all hope did his savior arrive in a sweet convertible. The stranger gave him a ride to the city and told him all kinds of weird things about worlds or whatever.
@seymourguado -- After a long drive and a longer walk, Prompto ends up at the Meltwater Inn. He goes to check out the hot springs but finds a strange man already there. It's awkward. Like so painfully awkward.
@yunalesca -- While wandering through the heart of Sonora, Prompto comes across a woman being mugged in an alley. He throws himself into danger to save her, but quickly finds that she's an ambiguously human sorceress of unknown dark powers. Prompto is made incredibly uncomfortable and helps her find some clothes.
Alexander Sorel -- For no reason that he can see, Prompto is attacked by Sonoran police forces which call him a terrorist. He tries to hide in a high school graduation where he's quickly surrounded. He escapes with the help of a self-proclaimed adventurer who offers him a place to stay at his guild in Provo.
Alexander Sorel -- After saving Prompto from Sonora, he invites him to live at his mercenary guild, the Rising Stones. The place is a wreck, but Prompto becomes determined to clean it up in thanks to his new friend. His new, awkward friend. Who doesn't think Prompto's trauma is a big deal. It was a bit of a tense conversation.
Yuna -- While in Torensten, Prompto signs up for a blind dating event and gets paired at a nighttime carnival with a cute girl named Yuna. She seems to like his sense of humor and they get along well until talk turns to Ardyn. They share their traumatic experiences on a ferris wheel and end the night with a kiss, promising to see each other again.
Alexander Sorel , @blacksuit5 -- To help Prompto find his friends, Alex returns with the witch Matoya and offers the use of her crystal eye. Though initially doubtful of his resolve, Matoya guides Prompto on a spirit quest that gives him a vision of Ignis and Gladolus suffering in a Sonoran prison. He vows to do whatever it takes to free them, and leaves Alex's company on on his quest.
Caius Dragelion -- Desperate for help in saving his friends, Prompto journeys to Torensten on Yuna's lead to talk to the leader of the Dragonblades, an ex-Kingsglaive from the world of Eos. Caius promises to help him, but says that they'll need help. He sends Prompto to Sonora to meet with Cissnei, an informant who he cautions is a dangerous free agent.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 26, 2020 8:47:50 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
You will never escape the disaster, Lawrence. Never.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Woh.”
Prompto craned his neck to get a better view of the skyscraper. It was made entirely of glass and steel, and even as he squinted, he could only barely get a view of the top. The whole thing was lit up with spotlights, and it stood out against the night sky like a beacon. To one side was a sign which read, ’Sonoran Governmental Offices.’ It was just like the palace in Insomnia, he thought, except colder. A lot colder. Even in his coat, Prompto was shivering.
”So not Niflheim,” he said though he still wasn’t sure. This looked exactly like Niflheim though he’d never actually seen the capital for himself. It was a city of concrete and steel dedicated to a president that was totally an emperor no matter what he called himself. The statues were golden and icy. The benches were metal and icy. The roads were crammed tight and probably would have been icy if it wasn’t for the coating of salt that made the snow all gray and mushy.
Cold? Metal? Imperial? Yeah, totally not Niflheim.
Totally.
Prompto sighed and turned to walk down the road. Despite everything, he still didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know why he was. He didn’t know how any of this was possible, and he didn’t know why he could see the moon hanging silver and cold in an empty sky. He kept his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He could see his breath hanging in front of him. No matter what anyone said, this felt like the empire and that was enough to make his skin crawl. His mouth felt dry every time he looked over his shoulder for a monster or worse the monster. Ardyn. The imperial chancellor.
Was this all just some trick to mess with him? That sounded like something he’d do.
”Gil. Give us all you have.”
”Huh?” Prompto stopped, frowning. He’d heard voices from the alleyway. A shady, grimy alleyway. How long had he been walking? Didn’t matter. There were two men’s voices and then a woman’s.
”I’ll shoot.”
”Will you?”
”Ah man. Is that…?” Prompto felt himself go cold. Colder, that was. It was a hold up. A hold up right next to him with guns and a woman in trouble. It took a minute to click, but when it did, his eyes shot open and he grit his teeth, scrambling towards it.
”I gotta-!” He held out his hands, summoning his twin guns to them in a flash of light. Then he saw them, a man in a thick leather jacket with a gun on a woman’s back and another guy in the shadows in front of her. ”Hey!”
Prompto held his own gun to mugger’s head, one arm, one hand, all cool. ”You like guns? I got one right here!”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 14, 2020 7:21:15 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@reno
Baby no
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Uh…”
Prompto didn’t really get what the man was saying. People dropping in? Other worlds? It sounded like a cartoon he’d watched back in Insomnia. It was about this kid. He’d gotten hit by a car, and then he was in a whole other world filled with ninjas and it was like hundreds of years ago and everyone could use magic instead of just kings. It was pretty bomb, but that wasn’t something that actually happened. Not that he knew about anyway.
”Are you sure?” That sounded polite to say. He didn’t want to call his savior nuts. ”Cause that sounds kinda…”
Okay. Maybe he’d call him a little nuts.
”Me? Oh, I’m Prompto. Though I guess I already said that, didn’t I?” Prompto watched the car speed past cliffs and rocks and all the dry dirt that had taken Prompto forever to reach on foot. It always felt good, sitting in the front seat of a car, resting his legs while he could have been out hiking. Not that he hated hiking. He just hated getting sweat and cold and hot and muddy and covered in bugs.
”I’m, uh. Yeah. I’m looking for some friends of mine.” Wherever they were. Where were they? Prompto guessed the better question was where he was himself. ”There’s Gladio. He’s a real big guy with a real big sword. Kinda gruff. You’ll see him coming from a mile away.”
His stomach turned. He was worried. Not about Gladio specifically, but about everyone. The way he’d left them…
”Then there’s Ignis. He’s the smartest guy I know. He’s real good at like tactics and stuff. And his cooking!” He made a longing noise. Then he stopped as that same, creeping feeling hit him again -- stronger this time. ”He’s… not doing so good now.” Iggy, stumbling along with a cane. Iggy, with half his face twisted under sunglasses. ”He can’t see. Blind, you know? He used to be real good in a fight, but…”
But that had changed. It had broken Prompto’s heart seeing him like that. It still did.
”Uh. But then there’s Noctis. He’s-” Prompto almost said ’the prince of Lucis.’ Almost. Then he caught himself because this was the empire (it had to be) and if it got out that they knew each other…
”-my best friend. Yeah.” Prompto ruffled his hair. ”So uh. What about you?” Prompto looked up, his eyes drifting towards the sky. It was a gray, overcast, miserable day. It was a cold day. None of that meant anything compared to what he felt now. ”Looking for someone?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 13, 2020 7:14:06 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@seymourguado
This might be a short scene lol
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
The man stared at him. Just stared at him. Quietly. Prompto kept up his grin, laughing nervously as the silence dragged on. Finally, the blue-haired man spoke. Kind of. It was more a ’noise of unfathomable awkward.’
Nice one, Prompto. Nice.
”It’s not... normal human hair,” the man said finally. ”Entirely. It’s pretty stiff.”
”Oh. Uh.” Prompto tried to comprehend that, but the words didn’t compute. Finally, after way too long, he blinked at him, leaning forward. ”Wait. Human hair?” Did that mean what he thought it meant? Not normal human meant... not human, right? But what else was there?
Man this day just kept getting weirder and weirder.
”Haha. Gel. Yeah, I get the gel.” How was he supposed to ask someone if they were human? That seemed kind of insensitive didn’t it? Particularly to someone who looked so weird to begin with. The more Prompto thought about it, he guessed that he wasn’t one to judge, being a clone and all. But still…
”So about that human thing…”
The man stood, and Prompto flinched, preparing to see way more than he’d bargained for, but the man was wearing swim trunks under all that water. Sweet, merciful swim trunks.
”Look, you can have it if you want,” the man said, but Prompto shook his head emphatically.
”Wha-? Hey, no. You were here first! Law of the hot springs, right?” What was he talking about? ”Yeah, totally. So you can have it. Wasn’t really feeling it alone, anyway.” He really hoped the guy didn’t read too much into that. ”So uh. You stay! I’ll just... get going.” Another nervous laugh. Prompto leaned back, gesturing towards the door.
”But uh. The towels are in the hallway. If you need them.”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 5, 2020 8:16:44 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@seymourguado
PROMPTO IS A DISASTER HUMAN
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Oh, dude! A hot spring!”
Prompto hadn’t really known what to do with himself once the road had ended, and he’d hopped out of the car of his mysterious, red-haired savior. It was cold. The snow beneath his feet had iced over in the night, leaving it slippery and dangerous. Prompto had shivered in the cold without the coat and hat which had been there for him in the Niflheim tundra before. He could have summoned them to himself, probably, the way he did his guns and autocrossbow, but that would’ve meant changing down to his underwear in the middle of the street, and that didn’t sound like a good idea. So he’d shivered, bare arms crossed tightly over his vest, as he’d waved his new friend goodbye.
Reno had said he was going to the city. Somewhere called Sonora that Prompto had never heard of. He’d asked if Prompto wanted to go with him, but that hadn’t sounded like the best idea. With the cold and the ice and the gray skies, they were clearly in Niflheim. Somewhere. If Prompto wasn’t on some kind of cool wanted poster around here then he’d be disappointed.
”Oh you know. Think I’ll stay here. Walking. Should be fun.” He’d leaned back where he stood, ankles crossed and arms behind his head as he tried very hard to look cool. Whatever Reno had thought about it, he’d left him just like he’d asked, and Prompto was left on the side of the road just like he’d started.
”Should be fun, huh?” he said again, lower this time. He took a short breath before rubbing his hands together and straightening himself. ”I got this,” he said. ”Totally. Just gotta keep moving forward.”
Not that he had any idea where that actually was.
But a hot spring sounded like a good start. He’d heard about it on the road, and knew he had to try it. He needed a place to stay anyway, didn’t he? Ignis had trusted him with enough money to take care of himself if he got lost, and boy oh boy was he lost now. It wasn’t even irresponsible, really. He was cold. He was tired. He was hungry, and he couldn’t find another inn anywhere. Camping spots were out of the question too. Noctis always kept the tent.
So he’d ended up at the hot springs. And he had to say, situation aside it was pretty awesome.
”Ah man. This is so cool!” Prompto giggled as he changed into the swim trunks that he kept in that weird summoning dimension which Prompto had nicknamed “Hammer Space” after a videogame and some internet memes. ”A real hot springs! This is just like in the movies!”
He should have felt sad, he thought. Or scared. Or worried. But he didn’t want to feel any of those things so he decided to feel happy instead. Still, he couldn’t help the pain that crept up when he wasn’t looking. ”Wish Noct was here to see it.” He imagined them both together, making jokes and talking about their favorite movies. Noctis would have loved it. Prompto felt his absence like a missing part of himself.
Where was he?
”Nope, nope. Not going there. Bad idea.” Prompto shook his head then plastered on the same smile he’d worn for years. ”Just gonna have fun. And warm up. It’s freezing!”
He padded down to the springs with a towel in his hand. The place was creepy without anyone else around. It had already been pretty late at night when he’d gotten there and even later once he’d checked into his room. He was tired. Maybe he should have gone to sleep already, but come on. How could he pass this up?
”Uh.” There were two sides to the hot spring. Two sides and two hallways. ”Okay…?” He looked around for anyone to help him, but no one was there. One for the boys and one for the girls? He took the side he thought was right then found himself in another hallway with more doors. No one to tell him what to do. He just had to pick one.
”You got this,” he said then set his eyes on the middle one and walked confidently right on in.
To find someone else. Already there. ”Oh, uh…”
The man in the water was about his age. He thought. It was really hard to tell because the longer he looked at him the weirder he was. He had sharp veins running down his head and two dragon tattoos on his bare chest. Then there was his hair -- a bright, bright blue.
”Cool style, bro.” Prompto grinned, trying very, very hard to distract from how uncomfortable this was. ”Love the hair. It’s uh…” Cork-screwed. And gelled back. And stuck out to the side like horns. ”Real nice. Seriously, how long does that take you? It gets pretty intense keeping up my look.”
Shut up, Prompto! You’re making it weird!
”So uh. Guess I’ll get going.” Prompto grinned awkwardly, shooting him finger guns because he’d lost all control of his life. ”Heh. Cause. This one’s taken. You know?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Sept 23, 2020 6:15:31 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@reno
He is just. So much.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
His savior didn’t know where they were going. That was...weird. But then again, Prompto knew the feeling of wandering around the countryside hoping to find something new and exciting. So he just said, ”Huh,” and took a moment to think about it. He’d never heard of Sonora, but then again, there were all kinds of cities in Niflheim. It wasn’t like Lucis which was really just the one and then a whole lot of beautiful nothing. He didn’t know much about the empire, but he knew the nowhere up there was a lot less fun than the nowhere back home.
Though now that he thought about it, that was a little ironic. Prompto, not even knowing Niflheim enough to name its cities. He guessed he really was Lucian afterall.
”Oh yeah, totally. I love the journey.” He looked at Reno, nodding. ”I’m Prompto. Nice to meet tch’ya.”
After the morning he’d had, it really, really was.
Reno turned back to the wheel, preparing to launch, and Prompto tapped his ankle anxiously under the dashboard. He was used to riding shotgun. More than used to it, but this wasn’t the Regalia, and wherever they were going, he decided he didn’t like it. Still, Reno seemed nice enough, and the mystery city had to be better than the side of the road. Oh man, what would’ve happened if he’d been left on the side of the road until nightfall?
Alone? At night? Hunted by daemons? No thank you.
”The sky?” Prompto tilted his head. ”Uh. I don’t think so.” Prompto shrugged, shaking his head. ”I just woke up here.”
He searched his head for something else, but nope. That was it. One moment, looking for sleep, trying to hide his tears, and the next, poof. Gone. Lost. Missing in action. He hoped that Iggy wasn’t worried about him. He thought Gladio would probably be fine.
”Though, uh. Wait. Is that something that happens?” Prompto scrambled to get a better look at him. Was he pulling his leg? That sounded like pulling his leg. ”They’d probably just go splat, right?”
