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Post by Prompto Argentum on Mar 1, 2022 12:25:43 GMT -6
Prompto here! Pumped and ready to save his friends!
1. How did your character find out Ignis and Gladio were in trouble? A scary witch told him and now it's his life mission 2. How does your character come to collude with Cissnei? Cissnei does not work for free, so have something to offer. Caius sent him and he's set up to go find her and offer her literally anything she wants. He just wants to save his friends. 3. What part of the break out are they helping with?: a) setup, b) extraction team, c) getaway Everything hopefully! But he's willing to step back if other people can help better than he can. He just thinks it's him and Caius right now 4. Can Cissnei trust you? Snitches get stitches. Prompto is the world's worst liar so yeah
Final Fantasy XV
21
YEARS
Male
Desperate
Bisexual
125 POSTS
Fin
I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] What was he saying? That’d be cool? Who even said that about a second date! He’d called her nice and pretty which was true and also good probably, but was it too much? And why couldn’t he stop stuttering and get his words straight? There was no way that a girl like her would ever be interested in a guy like him – particularly not when he’d messed everything up so bad. He’d almost cried, for Bahamut’s sake! She’d never-!
”I’d like that.”
”Huh?”
Prompto looked up at her and saw that she was smiling. Her cheeks were red too. Was she embarrassed? Happy? She seemed happy. She called him fun to be around. Prompto felt his heart leap in his chest. She really thought that? She thought he was fun?
Prompto’s face burst into a wide grin, all starry eyed and half delirious with hope. ”Heh. Thanks!” She was digging around in her bag now and she pulled out a paper and pen. Was she about to give him her number? Seriously?
It wasn’t her number. It was the address to the Dragonblades which he’d honestly forgotten about until now and then…
Her address. Her actual real address.
It was probably real, anyway. It had to be, right? Yuna wouldn’t string him along like that. Not unless she really didn’t like him and she just wanted him to go away and-
Nope. Not thinking about that. It was real. It was completely and totally real!
”Y-yeah! I’d love to see you! When I’m next in Provo! I’ll be coming by there soon so…”
Was he supposed to give her his address now? He wished he had one. That would be like super official, but he didn’t so he just trailed off awkwardly, not really sure how to end this. They were ending it here for tonight, right? That’s where this was going? He hadn’t been on a date before so he really wasn’t sure.
She gave him the paper. She told him good night. And then…
Prompto’s eyes widened as her lips touched his cheek.
They were…
She was…
Had she just KISSED him?
His heart stopped and he just stared at her, dumb-struck as she pulled back. ”Wha-...huh?” His mind was completely gone. No words. No thoughts. Nothing. Just her, up so close he could smell the faint scent of sea salt on her hair, and then she was gone. He blinked slowly, wondering if he’d dreamed it, before reaching up to touch his cheek. He felt the faint slick of lip gloss. It had been real. Really truly real.
”Wow…” Prompto stared after her where she’d left. Why had she left so soon? He felt hot – hotter than he had before in the heavy tropical air. Then something clicked and he let out a wild laugh to match his rising euphoria. A girl had kissed him! Wait until Noctis heard about this!
”Yes!” Prompto laughed again and spun around on his heels. With all the colors and lights around him, it felt almost like he was flying. ”She likes me! She has to like me, right? And I’ll see her again and-!” He looked down at the paper to make sure that too was real. It was. There was the address for the Dragonblades and then Yuna’s own in Provo. He touched it just to make sure, but the ink wasn’t dry yet and he smeared it with his thumb.
Oops. At least it was just the Dragonblades address. Not hers. Hers was more important.
He hugged the paper to his chest. He lost a lot of things all the time, but he’d make sure he wouldn’t lose this.
”Just gotta find Noctis,” he said to himself. ”Just gotta help the others and then I’ll come find you, Yuna. I promise.”
He bet she’d like to hear the story about it too. Then they’d laugh and maybe Noctis could even meet her so he knew he wasn’t lying and it would be great. He just had to put in a little more work. That was all.
With his heart alight and a spring in his step, he left the carnival and started out into the darkened streets beyond. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this whole dating thing after all.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] At the side of his guns, the man backed down, hands in the air. He tried to talk his way back too. He’d just been having…some fun?
Prompto gave himself a moment for his thoughts to catch up to him and then he slowly, reluctantly, lowered his pistols. The guy didn’t look like he wanted a fight. It was always possible that he’d attack once Prompto’s guard was lowered, but that’s why he was still holding his guns even if he wasn’t aiming them. He still didn’t quite trust it yet.
Because the guy didn’t really have much of a story. He thought it looked interesting in this massive field of unstable debris. It was possible, sure, and it matched up with what Prompto had seen so far with him hopping around and everything, but he found it more likely that he was lying. Maybe this place had been messed up on purpose during that fight, and this guy was friends with one of the other guys and had come back to grab something. Or maybe…
Maybe…
Nah, that was the only idea he had. He didn’t want to tax his imagination too much.
”You’re just…looking around?” Prompto repeated. He titled his head. ”Well what’re you looking for?”
Yeah, that’d trip him up! Or maybe he’d just tell him the truth. Or maybe there was no truth and this guy really had just wandered in off the street because he thought it was really exciting to hop around on piles of concrete.
”Cause a lot’s been going on around here, and people are really on edge, you know? I guess I kind of am too. I’ve got a lot going on.”
Too honest. Dial it back.
”I uh. I mean. I don’t got much going on. Which is why I’m here!” What was he even talking about? ”What’s your name, anyway?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Caius told him a story. It was about him and Noctis and Ignis and Gladio. He didn’t really understand it (how did someone defeat the Starscourge, anyway?) but he liked hearing about it nonetheless. It was like something out of a fairytale or maybe something that he might have hoped for not so long ago. Him, Ignis, and Gladio all working with Noctis to make Lucis the best it could be forever. That’s about all he heard out of the story, and that’s all he cared to take with him.
Caius’ story about himself was…a bit weirder.
”Uh…Nope! Can’t say I have.” He hadn’t had a “hole in his chest” disappear, that was. He’d had bullet wounds and stab wounds and burn wounds and all other kinds of wounds magically disappear though. Noctis’ potions were great. But when he heard about a “hole in his chest” he thought like a literal big old hole. Like a cannonball had plowed straight through some poor guy and you could reach your hand through and see it on the other side. That kind of hole.
He’d never had that healed. He was pretty sure he’d just die.
”I know what you mean about waking up after you feel like you’re dying though. Have you ever been on the other end of a phoenix down? Total lifesavers, let me tell you!”
Somehow Prompto got the feeling that he was missing the point.
Before he could go too far off topic, they were mercifully interrupted by the receptionist. He didn’t know what the girl thought, finding them in a closet like this. They weren’t doing anything weird when she opened the door or anything so maybe she got the right idea that they were talking secrets. Nowhere better to talk secrets than a closet. Though maybe in hindsight they should have locked the door behind them. Did the closet even have a lock? That would be kind of weird, right?
Focus, Prompto.
They were talking about a letter. From a king? Prompto’s heart jumped in his chest before the receptionist clarified that it was from Torensten’s king which made a lot more sense. Man, was she cute.
He smiled at her, leaning back on his heels all casual like. She gave him an uncertain look, but didn’t say anything.
Caius cleared his throat. Oh right. They were talking important stuff, weren’t they?
”I…You want me to look after Noct?” Prompto asked. ”Well yeah! Of course! I said I would, and I’d do it anyway because, you know, we’re friends. He’s my best friend. I’d stick with him no matter what.” He rubbed his neck. ”So…since I’d do that anyway just, you know. If you need anything. You can ask, yeah?”
Yeah.
”Well, uh. You can go do your letter thing! I’ll find somewhere and crash. No need to worry about me! Just gonna…do my own thing. Probably take a nap. Man, am I tired!” He gave a nervous laugh. Why did he suddenly feel like he wasn’t doing this right?
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Talking to Yuna was…nice. As she spoke, he felt some of his anxiety melt away. Not all of it. Not by a long shot, but it was enough that it could slide comfortably back into his subconscious where it always lived, waiting for its chance to escape. Yuna understood. She understood and she had her own answers. That was really reassuring in its own way.
”Put faith in the people I left behind…” Prompto repeated. He looked down at his knees. ”Yeah. I’ve got a lot of faith in them. They’ll be okay.”
If they weren’t, it wasn’t like he could have done anything to change it. They didn’t need him. Not like they needed Noctis. But Gladio and Ignis…They’d be okay.
He hoped.
The ferris wheel came back around, and they were guided into the landing platform. Prompto couldn’t help a nervous laugh as the car came to a stop, swinging slightly from the leftover momentum. ”Some ride, huh?” he said before the door opened and they were ushered back outside.
The fair which looked so lively and inviting before seemed overwhelming now. All the lights and colors and voices and bustling crowds could have hidden anything inside them though he felt a little better now than before. He was acutely aware of the stars above and the shining moon which was something he most certainly hadn’t been able to see on Eos. It felt like a deep dive into an alien planet. He guessed it kind of was.
Prompto hopped down the ride’s stairs back onto the grass. It hadn’t been a bad night. In fact, it had been pretty good in a lot of ways. In other ways, he guessed that it was still good even if it hurt. He’d learned a lot and looked at himself a little closer. That wasn’t something he liked to do, but it was probably good for him in the long run.
”H-hey, Yuna?” He stopped, leaning back on his heel, rubbing at his neck nervously. ”I, uh. I’m really glad we met. And I r-really liked talking to you. I know it wasn’t a normal date and I kinda screwed it up, but you’re like really nice and p-pretty so…”
Just say it, idiot!
”So. If you wanted to hang out again sometime. That’d be really…cool.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Huh. Prompto didn’t know what to expect, but he kind of liked Caius agreeing with him on his theories. ’Definitely a multiverse’ was better than ’I don’t know about that,’ or even ’What’s a multiverse?’ Gladio probably would have just called him a nerd. This was…kinda nice.
”Yeah, I know what you mean about people from other places. I met Yuna, remember?” And that had been a weird conversation. Where she was from, dead people didn’t stay dead, and they turned into monster ghosts if you didn’t do something about it. That sounded like a terrible place to live.
”And Alex. That guy I left behind? He said he’s from somewhere else, but…He also seemed really sure that he’d met Noctis before which is like…what? And not here either. I mean where he’s from. They’re apparently like best friends or whatever. It was weird.”
He didn’t like Alex much.
”Anyway, different timelines are pretty cool. And different points from that timeline. I’ll have to think about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. ”Wait, I have a reputation?” he asked followed by, ”Noct’s right hand?”
He felt something bloom inside him then, all bright and sunny and hopeful. Right hand. That meant…closest ally. His confidant. The person who stood by his side no matter what. That was supposed to be Gladio or Ignis. They’d trained for it their whole lives while Prompto was just…some kid with a gun. But in Caius’ timeline, at least, that had been him anyway.
”Wow,” he said softly. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much. After all, he didn’t know what the difference was between Caius’ time and his own. Maybe it wouldn’t happen in his future and even if it could have happened, maybe it wouldn’t if he knew about it and tried to make it a thing. Prompto certainly couldn’t think of a way that it could happen, but just hearing it like that…
Nope. He wouldn’t let himself think about it too hard. Even a daydream might mess things up somehow. He’d seen enough movies about time travel to know that.
”You’ll really…get me a chocobo?” Prompto said, peeking up at him. ”Wow, thanks! I, uh. Don’t know what to say.”
Just because he didn’t know what to say didn’t mean he didn’t have plenty of words anyway.
”Seriously. Once this is over, if there’s anything you need, I owe you like. So much. I’ll do whatever jobs you want. Or…if you need some guns on something important to you! I’ll be there. For real. So. Thanks.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] What did Prompto say about sneaking up behind him?
He was already so frazzled, so on edge, so horribly aware of how alone he was that when he heard the voice sound from way too close behind his back, he let out a startled shriek and whipped himself around, stumbling backwards to make space as he summoned his pistols into his hands with a flash of blue light. He stared, wide-eyed, at the figure standing there and slowly his brain started to catch up under the sea of panic that flooded it.
Had he…seriously said ’Boo?’
”Huh?” Prompto stared at him for what was probably ten seconds but felt more like ten minutes. His heart was beating in his throat. ”Uh…”
What brought him here?
”Oh, uh. You know. Just. Hanging around,” he said weakly before his thoughts caught up to him again and he shook his head sharply, ”Wait, what do you mean what brought me here? I’m here because you looked suspicious!”
Maybe he should have dialed it down a bit considering this guy was crazy and had a sword the size of a tree. But he really hadn’t appreciated this guy’s little prank.
”S-so. What’re you doing here? Cause this place got wrecked by somebody like a few weeks ago, and it’s pretty suspicious to be climbing around in here. Especially with a big sword like that!”
Big sword…He’d heard about a big sword before, hadn’t he?
”Hang on…” Prompto frowned. What had Alex told him about it? ”The guy who wrecked it had a big sword too. I guess…it was big enough to do this.” He gestured around them. What had this building even been before it had toppled over? It was all just a big pile of stone and bricks now.
”My friend’s guild got messed up too. So if somebody’s doing something suspicious, I’ve got to stop it!” Did he really, though? ”Though, uh. We probably shouldn’t fight or anything. Since guys fighting caused all this mess in the first place. Plus it’s like really unstable in here so…”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] There was the crunching of boots on loose stone. Dust burst above him as the debris shifted. Then someone called back to him, ”No, not at all!”
”Huh?” Prompto didn’t know what to say to that. This whole thing was all so weird that it felt like his brain was checking a manual to figure out what to do next. ’In case of a weird guy jumping around on rubble and pretending he’s not there, check page four hundred thirty-two.’
The voice came from above him. ”If you wanna get me, you gotta find me!” He looked up in time to see the flash of a devilish grin and then the man was gone.
Was this real?
”Seriously?” Prompto groaned. ”Oh man…”
It was pretty dangerous in here. He knew that. He knew that it was even more dangerous with a crazy guy climbing the rubble, and it did not sound like that guy was particularly light footed. Prompto didn’t even know what he was doing in here except that the guy was suspicious and he had to be up to something. Why else would he be jumping around? For fun?
It sure didn’t look fun to him.
”Okay, Prompto. You got this. Just gotta…find the crazy guy.”
A totally normal thing to do. Totally.
”You’ve climbed things before. You’re a great climber! Not as good as Noctis, but you’ve always had to keep up with him. If you can catch him then you can catch whoever this is!”
This guy couldn’t warp or anything! Easy as cake.
Still, Prompto continued to stand there. He wasn’t climbing.
Prompto took a long breath and let it out. One foot in front of the other. He moved towards the nearest piece of debris and started to climb.
He wanted to say that he was cool and fast and that the climb didn’t bother him at all. He wanted to say that he just brushed off the scrapes to his hands and that he didn’t stop and pray every time the ground shifted under him. He wanted to say all that, but he couldn’t. The best he could say was that he kept going. Despite everything, he kept moving forward.
Which earned him a vantage point above the first level of debris where the sunlight streaked in through holes rather than cracks. He looked around. ”Okay! I’m here! Don’t do anything stupid! Or dangerous! Like attacking me from behind! That’d be really dangerous!”
For the guy. Not for Prompto. Prompto would handle it real cool cause he was a sharpshooter and this guy wouldn’t stand a chance.
Oh man, what was he doing here?
”You should probably leave! This place isn’t gonna hold for long…”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] It had taken Prompto five days to get from Provo to Torensten on foot. They’d been five long, sweaty days of sore feet and boredom and no one talk to but himself which he had when he didn’t think anyone was around to listen. The way back from Torensten to Provo was much easier. Caius had let him borrow the money for an airship, and boy was it cool.
Prompto had been on an airship before, of course. But he still couldn’t help half hanging off the railing and staring down at the ground below him, grinning ear to ear as the wind blew through his hair and everything was so small on the earth below. He spent half his time at the railing and half his time eyeing what he could see of the ship’s inner components and then another half sleeping but he didn’t count that part because that would make three halves.
Then they were at Provo and Prompto was walking down the gangway and it really hit him. He hadn’t made much progress at all yet, had he?
Started in Provo. Back at Provo. He had Caius’ help now, but that was it. Though that wasn’t anything small.
Positive thoughts. Prompto took a deep breath and forced himself upbeat, doing a little hop to keep his head on straight. He just had to make it back to Sonora. From Provo, he should be able to take the road north then maybe hop a train and…
And…
Nope. He wouldn’t get lost in the process. He’d just take one step at a time. He’d worry about how to find this Cissnei woman once he got to Sonora.
For now, he had the day in Provo. It probably wasn’t a good idea to start up the road out of town this late in the day. So that meant he’d have to stay the night. What would he do with all this time?
He started walking before he’d made a decision. His feet chose the path for him.
They took him to the Rising Stones.
He didn’t know why he went there. It was his feet making the decisions, after all. But then he was rounding a familiar street corner and he saw that familiar ruined square. There’d been some work done on it in the week he’d been gone. He could tell where some of the debris had been cleared away and where some of the gravel dust had been swept up into little piles. The collapsed buildings were still there, but what did he expect to happen to them in a week? Prompto didn’t realize how long he’d been standing still until someone bumped into him and he blinked, looking up and muttering an apology on instinct. There were people bustling through here, careful to avoid all the worst of wreckage, and then there was him just…staring at it all.
He was stalling. He knew. Sooner or later, he’d have to decide if he wanted to stop by the Rising Stones or not. If he did, he’d have to tell Alex everything and apologize for running off like he did. If he didn’t then he might never see Alex again, and he’d just disappear into a Sonoran prison. That didn’t seem right. Even if he didn’t like Alex much, he deserved better than that.
”Oh man…” Prompto shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wished someone else was there with him to tell him what to do. It’d be a lot easier to face Alex if he had Noctis at his side.
He was braver with Noctis around. And cooler too. If Noctis was here…
He was knocked out of his thoughts when he noticed something moving in the rubble. A man. Was he…climbing it?
”Wha…?” Prompto stared for a minute. Then he rubbed his eyes and stared some more. Yeah, that was definitely a man. He looked kind of like Gladio from a distance with his big sword and slicked back hair, but he was smaller than Gladio, and Gladio hated shirts too much to be caught in a turtleneck.
Huh.
”Er…Does anyone else see that?” He looked around, but no one seemed to care about either the man or Prompto enough to stop and look. Okay. Cool.
Meanwhile, the mysterious big sword man was slipping off inside the wrecked buildings. Which was…kind of suspicious.
It was also not his problem. But something pulled him to go investigate anyway. Hadn’t Alex said there were suspicious people roaming around? What if this guy did something to hurt the Rising Stones?
Oh boy.
There were some people gathered around where he went. Prompto thought they looked like city officials, and as he casually strolled towards them, he thought they must have been because he heard them talking about wreckage removal and property damages. Prompto wasn’t very good at acting natural when he was doing something suspicious. What he was pretty good at was staying out of site until someone looked the other way. He’d infiltrated Niflheim army bases before. And the debris gave him plenty of cover to work with.
So he walked casually up until going further would have been suspicious then waited to make sure no one was looking at him before he ducked behind a big slab of concrete that was stuck in the middle of the road. He crouched there, moving forward slowly and steadily on his heels until he made it to the end of the slab, waited until no one was looking, and darted behind a big sign that had fallen off the wreckage. He did this until he made it to the same entrance the mysterious sword guy had gone through and then he stood, brushing himself off.
”Easy,” he said to himself. The ruins were pretty dark and pretty cramped. The outside was mostly blocked off by the caved-in walls, but every once in a while the ceiling was cracked enough to let in a dusty stream of sunlight. Prompto squinted into the gloom.
”If I was a suspicious sword guy, where would I be…?”
That depended on what that guy wanted. Which was also up in the air. Maybe he’d come running in after another mysterious guy who’d run in after a different mysterious guy and they were all just wondering what the other one was doing.
Probably not though.
”Hey!” Prompto whispered loudly into the gloom. ”Anybody there?”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto had no idea what Caius was talking about. Caius seemed to talk like maybe he should have an idea what he was talking about (he sure was talking a lot without taking questions) but Prompto didn’t. He just stared at him, looking increasingly horrified the longer this went on. He didn’t like when he couldn’t keep up with a conversation. Usually it was Prompto’s brain that was chugging along ahead of everyone else. But sometimes Prompto would get caught up on something real early, a question he just had to ask, and everything after that turned into a blur until he got the chance to ask it.
That question, in this case, was ’Wait, a few YEARS?’
Then another one, ’What are out-realmers?’
’Why are they half the population?’
’What happened with Noctis?’
’What’s a retinue?’
And then the questions were piled so high on top of each other that he stopped hearing Caius entirely. He just stared.
And stared.
As Caius talked.
He wondered if he should interrupt and get his questions out that way, but Caius seemed like a busy man who wanted to get all this out on the table at once, and Prompto was too grateful for his help to want to annoy him. He really did sound crazy though. Crazy or like…
Wait, hold on.
”Oh, you’re from the future!” He didn’t mean to interrupt him. He didn’t know what Caius had been saying before he’d interrupted. He was just so happy to finally understand something that it burst out of him on its own. ”That’s like…wow, okay. That’s like real sci-fi. I guess I’ve seen crazier though. LIke what even is this? And then there was that guy I met who had an adventurer’s guild or something? So I’m open to just about anything right now.”
Prompto rubbed his neck. ”Ah man. The future,” he said to himself before looking back at Caius. ”What am I like in the future? I mean, like, have we met? Or…?” He doubted Caius would have heard about him otherwise. Prompto wasn’t somebody who was about to make a name for himself.
Now that he’d gotten that out of the way, a lot more of what Caius had said started to seep in through the cracks. Caius’ current theory was ‘some kind of duplication.’
”I mean, have you considered a multiverse? Theoretically infinite timelines is like a total thing, you know? So maybe in your timeline everything worked out, but my timeline doesn’t have a Prompto anymore and-” And that would change things how? ”And…maybe that’ll make things worse…somehow?”
Real great argument there.
”A-anyway! I think it’s more likely than your idea because I know I’m not a hollow copy. I’m real. I’m existing. ’I think therefore I am,’ you know? And if there was another Prompto back where I left then he’d probably be real and existing too because otherwise how would he do stuff? I don’t know. Just sounds more multiverse-ish to me. But I’m no theoretical physicist.”
He shrugged. That was enough thinking for today.
Caius went on with his advice, and Prompto wondered why this lady would even want to poison him. Capacity was one thing. Motive was another. Prompto didn’t really have much to give her probably. He was broke. Noctis wasn’t here. That was about all the value he could think up for himself. But he’d try to watch his drink, he guessed. That was always a good thing to do at a bar anyway.
”You’ve got a free room? You mean it? Ah thanks, man!” Prompto stretched out his arms over his shoulders, yawning. ”I’m beat. Do you know how far it is from here to Provo? Wish I’d had the money for an airship, but eh. Walking’s fine too. Though it’s way less fun alone.”
Everything was.
”And uh. Thanks. For helping me. I know it’s a lot…”
