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Post by Ardyn Izunia on Sept 10, 2024 1:40:07 GMT -6
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“Ah, now she sees it,” he chimed, lifting his arms as visual emphasis, “— to understand humanity, abandon the grace of divinity and strip your wings so that you may walk amongst them.”[break][break]
Oft is the folly of gods to ascribe themselves as fitting sovereigns when they demand so much and give so little in return. Even Ardyn’s privy to the adage of ‘give a little, get a little,’ whereupon you broker an exchange of equal value to what one offers. Or in layman’s terms: a trade. The gods of Eos were so far gone that they neglected this crucial detail… King Noctis’ sacrifice is a painful example of such a case, and it’s not lost on Ardyn the irony that despite being the great adversary, a part of him lamented that the boy was forced down a path not unlike his own…[break][break]
When the Glacian noted that this world would yield more for them to endure, Ardyn was quick to lift a finger and waggle it before hastily saying, “Ah-ah! I endured enough for several lifetimes, thank you.” Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue, and had it been any other experience, save for a few, the chancellor wouldn’t have thought anything of it.[break][break]
But in the furthest reaches of his mind, a thought reared itself forth; firstly with an expression as if he had a revelation. His eyes lift with surprise and his lips part as if he just remembered something. “Speaking of learning…” Ardyn paused, taking the same hand he’d used prior and pointed it to the primal. “It might be prudent to learn how to blend in.” Just the prospect made the man in black chuckle before he continued. “I know not the reaction this world’s inhabitants might have with an otherworldly god walking amongst them, and I’m most certain that is a hypothetical you won’t tempt in your... current condition.”[break][break]
What did that entail? No more of the displays she so recently authored, nor the peculiar way she would address herself and the numerous names she is known by. No more Glacian. No more Shiva. All that remains is Gentiana — a god playing human, an entity who took this as a means to learn and dare he think it, better herself.
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Sept 5, 2024 3:53:37 GMT -6
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Towering edifices authored with sculptured brick and masonry, flying behemoths born not from the fires of industry but magic and streets enriched with communal comradery. What a marvel! The memories of yore manoeuvred through the abyssal recesses of his mind and managed to project a modicum of glee across his weathered countenance. Naturally, the man in black stuck out like a sore thumb in that jet black raiment, but he careened through the city gates, savouring every footstep and passing glance at his surroundings.[break][break]
The halcyon days of his youth might have been defiled by the darkness, but he never forgot them.
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He knew better than to dwell on the scorned and ruinous path forced upon him, which is a feat in and of itself given the millennia of enduring it; two thousand years of anger, isolation and indignation would devour any lesser man. But Ardyn was more than that. Anger was his musical baton, isolation his theatre and indignation were the myriad instruments that played to his tune. Because unlike the menagerie of dregs, the chancellor learned patience… After all, the finale of his concerto needed to be accompanied by the crescendo of righteous vindication against those arrogant gods.[break][break]
In the meantime, he careened through the lower levels of Torensten, taking in the litany of various stores, banners and all the small oddities that were yet to be stamped out by the cold accuracy of technology. Embodying joviality, Ardyn, rather than ignoring the curious gaze of each passerby, welcomed them with courteous waves and greetings that varied between “Good day to you!” and “Hello there!” Bewildering some whilts beguiling others, the man in back truly seemed like a man without a care in the world. He didn’t, not yet, at least. There was still much to discover in this Zephon as he’s come to learn, amongst other things. Besides, Ardyn vowed to be on his best behaviour — no mischievousness.[break][break]
Before too long, his small venture through Torensten led him to the aptly named Legend Square, where heroes throughout the ages were enshrined in stone. Amongst them was the founding king of Torensten, Lord Hremit. Ambered hues stared intently at the memorialised figure, sizing it up as he spoke to himself. “A fine figure— no doubt they omit the less virtuous details to your ascension. But what would I know? I am a wayward soul with no claim to make, after all.”[break][break]
In his silence, Ardyn envied the king. Or rather… he envied what he could’ve had, in another lifetime…
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Sept 1, 2024 5:13:41 GMT -6
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Release — a word that left a melancholic taste on his lips. For two millenia, that is all he ever desired, yet the gods were the stubborn membrane between his eternal damnation and a great beyond. He could die, yet release would elude him each time. They would deny him his ascension, deny him his fate and his death was merely an intermission. Release? The word became nothing more than a tease, a jest at Ardyn’s expense.[break][break]
In his opinion, the gods' jokes were never the humourous kind.
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“The roots were once pristine and whole, with ne’er a stem of anger. It was the soil that was rotten, salted by abandonment and betrayal. The gods, rather than cleanse the ground, hastened its poisonous touch through inaction.” The ire in his tone was lessened, mired by exhaustion that oft ensnares him. Ardyn could spit the virulent truth, but to dip his feet into the sordid cesspool of his mind, over and over again… It tired him.[break][break]
This by no means absolves him of his doings; the scourge of Eos acknowledged the machinations that set their world into the eternal night forever stained his hands, of his own volition, no less. But this was a path they authored, the destiny they wished of Ardyn. An unwitting pawn in their cosmic game.[break][break]
Gentiana’s grasp befits her previous station, she spoke so plainly without dwelling into the words themselves. Yet one could argue that she asks these as a child would. A god with the grasp of a child, the notion urged a small chuckle that flittered under his breath.[break][break]
“There is no path, oh Glacian. Not yet, at least. A man of no consequence— that is what I once called myself, a jest.” Slowly did blackened heels turn in the sand, propelling the former chancellor around to meet her gaze once more, that devious grin resurfacing albeit a mite. “But here? I am truly without consequence, you see. Although I am still tethered to that infernal rock, Bahamut can do nothing but tarry in his own anger. A fire with no medium to indulge it.” The smirk grew larger. “Knowing he is tasting but a morsel of what I have endured… perhaps you could say that has staved off my anger.”[break][break]
Amidst his response were gestures differing between grandiose and mild. But with the interim for Shiva to absorb what Ardyn said, he brazenly waved his hand in her direction before stating, “Dare I say, you too may yet make something of yourself. if you have the will to endure what humanity can offer. Not as a god, but as one of us lowly dregs.”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Aug 3, 2024 7:59:09 GMT -6
Their purpose remains misunderstood — Ardyn was viciously intent on mocking that statement before Gentiana’s little display urged a disgusted pity, the kind where you would want to laugh at the desperation, and oh how the snake stayed thy venomous tongue. It truly was a pitiful tableau of events, watching the glacian try so hard to appear as his equal or daresay his better. There was a time when a mere touch turned the scourge into a crumbling mass of ice. But this? Anything meagre attempt henceforth would be a far cry from that touch. And yet she persisted. Perhaps gods can feel fear.
But what blunted his wrath? What could possibly stay his hand from a just and vengeful retribution? His thoughts, or rather, the cobbled amalgamation of his thoughts and that of Shiva’s scorned lover, Ifrit. Before the annals of history were forged, few were privy to the nuanced intricacies of the glacian. One of great importance was her role as emissary. It was a role she treated with the utmost precedence. So much so that she omitted the use of pronouns, something only the keenly aware could discern. To Ardyn, he viewed it as a sickening devotion to the gods and their machinations that Shiva’s role was more important than one’s own self.
That was until he heard the fallen astral address them both so personally.
Though the pyre of rage could still be gleaned in his eyes, the lids widening with reflexive surprise dared rob him — a transient invasion, if you will. “Heretofore, you’ve never addressed anyone, not even yourself.” The unexpected interim was quickly discarded with an exasperated grunt and shake of the head. That anger was still there. Use it. “But I’m afraid the lifetime of misery wrought upon my being will not be the foundation of your penance.” Further disparaging Gentiana, Ardyn denied the physical exchange, much less looked at her hand, lifting and flicking his own in dismissal. Whilst doing that, he had callously said, “A pox upon your sweetened words and handshake,” making sure to emphasise the latter word before turning his back to the god.
In the encroaching silence that followed, Ardyn, still rife with anger, gazed at the starlit sky aloft. This indignation was deep rooted. It had long since supplanted what could have been. And even if a morsel of it remained, he could scarcely imagine ever wanting to let go of it, because it meant letting the Astrals off the hook. Ardyn’s will was set in stone that they needed to pay for their transgressions and yet…
“Answer me this— had you the chance to return to your beloved Ifrit, would you stand alongside him, knowing what awaited you?”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Aug 3, 2024 1:55:23 GMT -6
Truly, the boy needed to polish his sardonic wit, as well as its accuracy for that matter. Had it been otherwise, it might have gotten a rise out of Ardyn— not a transgressive rise, but one nonetheless. Where they fell short was thinking their woes, or existence for that matter, was enough to garner more than the mere passivity they had gotten thus far. It didn’t. That would imply that theirs was a heft comparable to Somnus or the gods. It wasn’t. Needless to say, beyond the curiosities of this world and intrigue of otherworldly interlopers, the starscourge cared little for matters of Eos. In time, he will. For now, however, he is emboldened by a newfound freedom, and Ardyn would rather bask in it, regardless if that freedom was on borrowed time or not.
“Caius.” Ardyn repeated, his tone tinged with the vaguest form of interest. It’s a name that melds well with the Caelum title. A pittance of wonder upon the descendent’s malaise, though nothing more and nothing less beyond that. As Ardyn had mentioned, the woes of his former lineage held neither sway nor interest to him — knowing they continued their sordid ways only stands as a monumental reminder of how far they fell. But somewhere, beyond the abyss of darkness and rage laid a thought… if his ascension went as intended, perhaps things would have gone differently.
That light had long been extinguished, trickled out like fractured glass. Only darkness seeps through now.
In the span of redirecting his head forward and gesturing with the smallest wave one could offer, Ardyn stated, “Well then, Caius. In the morrow before our next exchange, do stay out of trouble.” With a jovial tone, Ardyn, the anathema of Eos left, vacating the cantina with the sun beating down on his blackened garbs before leaving Aljana not long after. Rather than crossing the seas of sand, the chancellor kept to the semblance of paths used to safely traverse to the arid city, welcoming the inquisitive gaze of passersby as they would undoubtedly ponder his sanity for that choice of attire in these harsh lands. But Ardyn was too preoccupied with the myriad thoughts frolicking in his mind.
One train of thought was in regards to the means of coming to this new world. Judging by what Caius prattled on, he came before the advent of the true king, before Ardyn’s demise. While the proverbial gardener to whom plucks these souls would assuredly remain elusive, the starscourge at least discerned that the laws of time are but a trifle before their power. But it wasn’t this omnipotent force that kept his attention, it was the idle thought— a quaint itch he wanted to scratch; what are the odds that Noctis should be here, in this world… will it be the same man who wanted Ardyn to rest forevermore? Or the coddled fledgling that forsook their duty for mere joyrides?
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jul 16, 2024 6:09:16 GMT -6
Oh, be still thine own curiosity. At this point, the man ridded whatever remnants of doubt Ardyn held in regards to their claims of royal lineage. But it was their piqued interest in the starscourge’s past, the same sensation that survived through whatever indignation the man’s writhing in that held Ardyn's focus. More and more doth the wheel turn, pushing them both down a path of acknowledgement. It was… foreign to him, to have another stop and wonder why. But alas, the earlier threats and a now vacant canteen had unfortunately soured those chances… for now, at least.
Giving the wit and sass a moment of reprieve, the man in black would respond to the insistence with a modicum of plainness. “Had the circumstances been more favourable, I would indulge your quaint curiosity, but I’m afraid the time and place, as it stands, isn’t. Due to your earlier— shall we say… eagerness, I’ve no doubt the authorities have been informed of my now troublesome presence.” A grim truth to an otherwise light retort. While they tarry on with their exchange, the militia have more than likely been raised. It’s only a matter of time. Admittedly, Ardyn felt a pang of frustration within himself — he spares no surprise that the Somnus’ bloodline is infected with a rotten sense of self preservation, and yet laments that others fall prey to this madness while the royal lineage remains unblemished. Unlike his relative, however, the starscourge had millennia to learn restraint, but it is a millennia they wished to explore.
Ardyn’s body can walk away from physical wounds as if they were never there, but the mental wound of his indignation shall remain forever touched by the sting of betrayal, never knowing a moment’s reprieve.
“And regaling you behind bars would rob such a tale of its gravitas. Henceforth, I will leave this city and head west— see what lies beyond these treacherous sands.” With his intentions addressed, Ardyn was quick to stow any concerns, albeit with a sly smirk. “Don’t fret, we will have that discussion in due time. But until then, I recommend deep breaths the next time you find yourself in the clutches of agitation.” Alas, the jesting jab reared itself as Ardyn would lift his hat in an offering of courtesy. From there, he adjusts it back upon thine scarlet crown before making his way to the entrance that doubled as its exit. Before he left, however, his gait was mired, as if he had forgotten something.
Turning naught but his head, the man stated, “I never caught your name.”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jul 9, 2024 0:22:42 GMT -6
How curious. Ardyn entertained the proposition — the audible part of it, at least. Once the other man ceased their pandering, if you could call it that, all that came was a swat of the hand with a light and dismissible chuckle before finally offering a mite retort. “Your pillowtalk is lackadaisical at best and uninspiring at worst.” What was their game? An extension of benevolence that belies their wariness, most likely. This unlikely alliance yielded naught any fruit worth bearing, something Ardyn readily addressed. “As for your skills in parley, I suggest you stick to idle threats.” True, it wasn’t wise for Ardyn to insult the man’s intelligence, but the insult of thinking this nonsense would see fruition warrants it.
When the man in black elaborated, he would raise his hands to motion whatever emphasis was necessary. “It is, after all, a partial proposition. You extend your hand not out of compassion, but caution. You dare not imagine what would portend by letting me out of your site, so you would rather I remain close, lest I decide to misbehave. It’s all a rather dull take on the adage of keeping one’s enemy close. Besides…” paused Ardyn, letting one of those hands elevate itself to his neck where he teased with a simple scratch and pull of skin before stating, “I’ve long since made it a habit not to make deals with someone who wants to— as you so eloquently put it, rip my throat out. So I must kindly decline the offer.”
Ardyn maintained a rather unprofound expression throughout his postulation. Could it be that such a circumstance failed to deter him? Or maybe he was amused at the prospect to begin with? A myriad of possibilities that would ne’er leave his lips. But the silence that followed was interrupted by, surprise surprise, Ardyn. Although, what he brought up next might catch the other off-guard.
“But in light of your earlier hospitality, I propose a counter offer—— given my desires to see this world and its overseers, what have you, I shall try and adhere to a modicum of pacifism during such time.” No sooner when Ardyn stated this did he lift an idle finger and added, “If, however, I am pursued and forced to conflict, then and only then shall I act.” His word most likely fell flat against them, given his… prolific nature. But in the end, what choice did Caius have?
From one gesture to another, the man in black motioned to a light shrug of the hands before asking, “Given the circumstances, I believe that to be the best course of action henceforth, no?”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 30, 2024 0:06:48 GMT -6
“Says he who was willing to raze this place to prove that point.” A barbed tongue such as his could not be matched, nor could it bested in swiftness either, but this would-be relative’s meanderings were lost on Ardyn, as evident when he allowed his eyes to dawdle about in observation. He’d eventually chuckle at that appalling reach of commonality, however. With a sardonic tone, he looks back at the glaive and replies, “Please, you presume too much of yourself.” Peppered words would undoubtedly sting the man— try as the man in black might to restrain his delight in twisting the proverbial knife. The glaive only just now stemmed their desires for conflict, so Ardyn will play nice to ensure it stays that way for a time.
To and fro, his attention wavered, soaking in the sights as some of the nearby denizens, hidden as they were, poked their heads from cover with a tinge of curiosity to see what would unfold. It wasn’t until the man stated a valid and rather enticing question that Ardyn would pause, frozen between one moment in the next as his thoughts spooled around the vast possibilities.
What will the scourge of Eos do without an Eos to scourge?
With it posed in such an intricate and delectable fashion, it had inadvertently meant that Ardyn, at this point in time, was without purpose. His prior speculations were set in stone with the other’s statement— the astral’s grip appeared tenuous at best, enough that even one of their own fell from grace (but he’ll omit that detail). Perhaps in a realm governed by another echelon of so-called gods, they aren’t fond of foreign interference. Ardyn even indulged the humorously naive idea that these gods had their— as the young prince would put it, shit together. But that is a stretch Ardyn won’t credulously reach for, not until he saw for himself. Blind faith was never his strong suit, after all.
“I must confess, the answer currently eludes me.” Albeit the context, he didn’t seem entirely fazed by the misfortune. Usually this whole scenario would be met with despondence, hopeless or even ignorant rebellion. But if one thing was well noted about Ardyn is that he’s hard to read. Perhaps some millennia will flatten out those initial and reflexive emotions. “Oh well,” he feigned defeat with a light shrug, “— suppose I ought to see more of this world for myself and gauge its architects for myself.”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 20, 2024 22:20:09 GMT -6
Throughout this display of diminished power, the scourge of Eos remained quiet, pickled with delight to watch a god try (and fail) to elicit fear or hesitation from the man. They both knew the severity, or rather, the sheer onslaught that awaited the Astral if Ardyn so desired it. But as the snowflakes fell and melted into the sand beneath them, the quiet was choked out by a deafening silence when she offered her hand. At first, there was curiosity, but that too was drowned by the tempest of indignation. Was this attempt to consolidate sympathy some sick joke? The floodgates of anger this transgressor set forth screwed his expression; a twitch of the brow and shift of his lip, Ardyn had to restrain the near snarl that ruptured forth.
If Gentiana was looking for a swift death, she was doing a damn good job working towards it.
There was no outburst, no smacking her hand away either. As much as he wanted to, as much as his anger was just, it would be wasted on the likes of her. Instead, Ardyn retreats a few steps before turning his back to her. In no world, whether it be this one or their own would he give her the benefit of getting under his skin. So what will he resort to? A quiet acquiescence? Or perhaps a bitter yet acknowledging stroke of empathy? No. A thousand curses no.
“Is that how it is…” Hasty was the chuckle that followed when Ardyn began turning back to Gentiana, a chuckle that grew in both spite and amusement until it became a hearty laugh— rife with contempt for her brazen gesture. Once it subsided, his tone, still twinged with amusement, voiced the predicament as it appeared to be. “You Astrals are a different breed of cowardice. You extend your hand only because that gilded bastard discarded you from his.” Since the proverbial knife was there, Ardyn decided to twist it some more. “And how quaint, that you now decide to speak up as if the bravado were always there when in truth, the silence would be ceaseless if that bladekeeper were here.” Ardyn laughed again, raising his hands in gesture before her damaged visage. “You gods, who tug and pull the threads of fate. Why, you’re no different than humanity— a selfish and fearful bunch that will happily throw whoever they need to into the lion’s den in self preservation.”
His next comment came with intent tenfold, evident when his lips curl in a wicked smirk and eyes as sharp as daggers. “That is what you did to your beloved Ifrit, after all. He remembered which side you took.” Ardyn and the Infernian had that much in common, but now his voice raised with a mite anger as he spat, “So after all that— after two millennia of torment, you expect me to spare you sympathy?! Ages of darkness and you think yourself worthy of forgiveness?!”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 20, 2024 17:22:04 GMT -6
No sooner when the echoes of his world were brought up did the expressive Ardyn simmer to a sullied and near flat demeanour. So, it would appear his emergence here wasn’t original in relevance to exclusivity. Be that as it may, it didn’t rob him of elucidating the man, his tone of levity still carrying on despite his stiff countenance. “Ah, a black raiment would mean you have encountered others from the crown city of Insomnia— how unfortunate.” The notion of ebon garbs did tickle his curiosity, however, but that is for another time. More important (and relevant) questions were asked.
The mixture of blue and yellow, sky and sand, were taken in by the chancellor once he looked around to absorb what he might’ve neglected prior before answering, “As for my presence here? Careening through the desert is not a hobby, I assure you. All I can say is when I ‘arrived’, as it were, this is where I came to. The other details elude me, for now”
As sufficient an answer can get at this current time, the man in black returned his gaze upon the other, eyeing his attire in a passing glance before asking, “Now, permit me to pose a question to gain some bearing. Are you of this world, or shall I daringly assume that like myself, you hail from another?” The leaps and bounds of this conjecture ultimately unveils his intelligence, and to appear seemingly unflappable despite the information shared thus far meant even in these scorching sands, Ardyn kept a calm head. In truth, he internalised most of his thoughts and true emotions whilst externalising naught but mystery and enigma. One would presume to think such an event would be met with some extreme, good or bad, and yet he spared nothing short of a mild curiosity.
