Forever your Tactician

Conrad wasn’t going to doubt Ignis’ view in that, or desire for everyone to be able to live as such. He didn’t find it foolish at all, but he did doubt how possible it could be considering the position all of them were in. Though it was something that he kept to himself a bit.

Really, the change of subject was something that the analyst kind of appreceated as Ignis brought up about the incident. He was wondering why he didn’t see Aeon around at all the other day, but then again, he still had a hard time judging what to think about the inspector.

Then again, he shouldn’t of been surprised of any cold reception from some inspectors, though. It was only natural as it was. Smiling a bit as he found the incident a bit amusing there even though he was partly hoping he didn’t end up becoming the next victim as well.

“This is honestly the first that I have heard of that happening. Though I imagine Twelve must of been quite amused at his reaction than in that regard when it went off. Is this the first time that he had done something like that to him or no?”

“Yes, Aeon kept himself scarce so that none would see him before he could clean himself up. Twelve though was fall over all day laughing. If not for his endless giggle fit he’d surely have told everyone.” Even Ignis had a hard time to keep from chuckling that day, and kept a report in front of him all day to hide his smile.

“He’s gotten up to a few antics, though I’m his usual target.” Ignis had developed the habit of never leaving a coffee unattended in their office for a reason. “But this was one of the rare times for him to prank Aeon.” As tiresome as it was to have to deal with Twelve’s trickster nature, when the pranks were harmless Ignis found them enjoyable enough.

TOUGH SHELL

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye-rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under-eye circles. dark colors.

SOFT INSIDE

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colours.

“Construction demolition.” He stated without hesitation, gesturing at the poor attempt they did to scratch out the barcodes that were still half readable. “I’m sure one of our data analysts can trace the exact source. He could be a worker, or he could have just paid a nice sum for someone to look the other way while he swiped such things.”

Taking a look at the wiring he had already cut he could only sigh and shake his head.

“Either they only barely knew what they were doing, or it was quickly put together in a hurry…”

Those barcodes were an invaluable clue; rather unfortunate for the criminal to neglect those. Switching his light from the black light more to normal Ignis crouched next to Twelve. “If he had the money for a bribery he wouldn’t be living in a hovel like this. I’d say a working class individual with a basic understanding is our culprit.”

His moment of happiness was, of course, ruined when Ignis scooped him up, instantly whining but not kicking or screaming. 

“No nap!” The toddler loudly protested with a pout as he folded his arms. “No nap, no nap, no nap!”

Hence the reason he decided to escape his crib in the first place, and would gladly do so again to get in more play time.

As long as the little prince wasn’t putting up a fight Ignis would be happy, but still he needed his nap. “Oh, but you’re so tired already.” He assured, re-entering the bedroom. “You’re eyes are getting heavy.” He said, practically using ‘Jedi Mind Tricks’ as he recalled Noctis and Prompto calling it that.

► NAME ➔  ❝ Ignis Scientia. ❞ ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➔  ❝ I’ve been taken off the market by a wonderful man. ❞ ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➔  ❝ With my friends at my side and a plan to save the world, I’m decently happy. But we can’t forget the misfortune of others. ❞ ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➔  ❝ Presently, no. ❞ ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➔ ❝ They were when they were still alive. ❞

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTHPLACE ➔  ❝ In one of the smaller towns outside the Wall. I’m afraid the name is lost to me now.❞ ► HAIR COLOUR ➔ ❝ Light brown. ❞ ► EYE COLOUR ➔  ❝ Green. ❞ ► BIRTHDAY ➔  ❝ February 7th. ❞ ► MOOD ➔  ❝ My mood? Hm, I’m rather curious about why you’re conducting this interview.❞ ► GENDER ➔  ❝ Male.❞ ► SUMMER OR WINTER? ➔  ❝ Summer. ❞ ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON? ➔ ❝ Early morning, best time to enjoy a cup of coffee and ensure you start your day right. ❞

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➔ ❝ Perhaps not in the typical way, but I am. ❞ ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➔  ❝ Not at all. ❞ ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➔  ❝ There was none. ❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➔ ❝ I can’t say I have, unless I’m aware of it. ❞ ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➔ ❝ Depends on the commitment. ❞ ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➔ ❝ I have been hugged if that counts.❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➔ ❝ If I had some, they never made themselves known. ❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➔ ❝ No, I have not. ❞

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST? ➔ ❝ Love. ❞ ► LEMONADE OR ICE TEA? ➔ ❝ Ice tea. ❞ ► CATS OR DOGS? ➔  ❝ Dogs. They’re loyal and obedient. ❞ ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS? ➔ ❝ A few best friends. Three ideally. ❞ ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN? ➔  ❝ *Sighs* I suppose a romantic night in. ❞ ► DAY OR NIGHT? ➔  ❝ Daytime. ❞

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT? ➔  ❝ As a child, but I learned now. ❞ ► FALLEN DOWN / UP THE STAIRS? ➔ ❝ I don’t think so ? But it wouldn’t be surprising. ❞ ► WANTED SOMEONE / SOMETHING SO BADLY IT HURT? ➔ ❝ … Yes. ❞ ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR? ➔  ❝ That thought never lasted, but it happened. ❞

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES? ➔  ❝As the eyes are windows into one’s soul, I’d take the eyes. ❞ ► SHORTER OR TALLER? ➔  ❝ I can’t say I have a preference. ❞ ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION? ➔  ❝ Intelligence. I couldn’t see myself with someone blindly in love with me as I’d never feel the same.  Respect can always birth tender feelings later. ❞ ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIPS? ➔  ❝ Relationships. ❞

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG? ➔ ❝ While I was living with my immediate family I got along with them all. Now that I’m with my uncle I get along with him quite well. ❞ ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE?” ➔  ❝ Not really. I found my purpose in life and get to work along side my friends. I couldn’t ask for more really. ❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME? ➔ ❝ Never. ❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT? ➔ ❝ No. ❞

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS? ➔ ❝ Fleeting annoyance and hate are quite different things. I could never hate any of my friends.  ❞ ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS?➔ ❝ While we all share a range of friends, it is Noctis, Gladio and Prompto that I’m especially close with. ❞ ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? ➔ ❝ I can’t which one is closer to me than the others, I seek out each of them for different things; ❞ ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU? ➔  ❝ That would be my Uncle Rowan. ❞

Frowning as Page gazed at the two boys and the friendly stray cats continued to purr on him, he slowly offered his hand out.

“I have plenty of room and far more money than I know what to do with. I may not be a parent but I am the oldest of six, so that has to count for something.”

Twelve seemed satisfied at the thought already and leaned over to Nine to whisper about the color of Page’s voice that was a sign that he was trustworthy. Nine only grunted in response, showing no obvious protest.

The concern on Page’s face was new for Ignis. Surely this assassin wasn’t concerned about two homeless kids?

Weiss had hastily raised her sword to deflect the blow when the surprise assist sent the Grimm falling into icy depths below.

“Thanks.”

Leveling Myrtenaster at a new target, she fired off a round of Dust projectiles. When the Grimm had scattered enough, she maneuvered her way towards the hunter using her glyphs to propel her. 

“Lure them towards the back! We’re planning to move the passengers to the front compartments and cut off the rest!” 

It would mean making the rest of the trip to Atlas on foot, but so be it. It wasn’t as if Weiss was eager to get there.

“Always happy to offer my assistance.” Knowing how Winter fought Ignis was curious to see how her little sister handled the battlefield. But, he was embroiled in this fight too, so no time for analyzing.

Carefully taking out a few more flying Grimm Ignis found Weiss rushing back towards him. “Understood.” He held back from saluting like he would normally. Weiss wasn’t his superior, but she already knew how to command such authority. Winter would be pleased to see her growing into respectable huntress.

“You make a good point. Sanitizing everything due to blood would be a waste of the staff’s time.”

She jumped as the dust round went off, the smoke temporarily blinding her to what he was doing. Knowing that she was at a disadvantage, Winter tried to jump back and clear her vision.

“Are you just buying yourself time, or was that meant to do more than it did?” Winter was clearly taunting him in good fun, but she had to keep an eye out. Losing so soon was not an option. Losing at all was certainly something she would like to avoid.

The smoke did as he wanted, allowing Ignis to move around to the side. While he had said no use of semblances, Ignis did have to keep the fire controlled so the canteen wouldn’t burn to the ground. Shame he couldn’t make a smokescreen like he usually would. The current level of smoke would have to do for Ignis to get behind Winter with. He also had to keep from answering her. Sneaking was quite difficult while chatting.

While trying to get into her blindspot Ignis lunged forward to strike at the napkin ‘flower’ on her chest. If he stuck that then the match was his.

“Heh ok. Can’t say I’m picky when it comes to food.”

Five was at least kind enough to keep him fed on a regular basis, though he suspected it was only so he didn’t pass out while she took his blood. If he behaved though he got dessert too.

While he was surprised to see that Ignis’ home was quite small in compared to other noble vampires, Twelve decided to be polite and not poke around too much. Leaving his shoes by the door he merely glanced over his books for several moments, then quietly sat at the table when it smelled like his dinner was almost ready.

“Good, though even if you were I’m sure you’d have a hard time turning away one of my dishes.” This was one thing he’d allow himself some unrestrained pride with. Leaving Twelve to make himself at home Ignis went right to work putting together something substantial with plenty of iron. In no time the ingredients were chopped and in the pan to fry up. When Twelve sat down Ignis only needed a but longer before he dished it out and set the plate before the human. “Please enjoy.”

“Likely.” Happily nibbling on his avocado toast and an apple, he was surprised to see that Solis stumbled into the kitchen moments later, and in far worse condition than the Crown Prince was. Sure his uniform was presentable, but his shirt was untucked, his tie loose, and his hair completely untamed. All Astrum could do was watch his brother plop down at the table beside him looking utterly defeated.

“And you’ve not fared much better.” Ignis sighed as he went to fetch a comb. The other issues of Solis’ appearance were minor, but Ignis couldn’t let that bedhead slide.

“Yes, you better tell me if you don’t feel right.” Prompto said with a playful tone, but still begin serious. His friends were so dear to him, and he hated when they put themselves in such dangerous situation; it happened way too often those days, with all the caves they visited and the imperial bases. They even fought daemons sometimes, at night, when they weren’t quick enough to reach the camp or an outpost.

“You’re right… Then, I’ll keep my gun ready.” It wasn’t much, but Ignis’ advice had still managed to make him feel useful a bit. It was so important in his group of friends to not feel like he was only the goofy one; he wanted to play an important part of every fight they went into. 

If only he hadn’t taken that blast at close range, he’d be more help to Prompto right now. Ah, but if it hadn’t been him then Prompto would have gotten the brunt of it. “I assure you, I will.” His tone persuasive and reassuring, even though Ignis only planned to speak up if it was something serious. A little paralysis couldn’t last that long, could it?

{Doing up replies for Ignis in his RWBY verse and...

He’s Hinawa from Fire Force. I made RWBY Ignis control Fire and use guns and Hinawa...uses guns and controls the fire of the bullets to change their force, speed and trajectory...

I swear I was trying to be original with Ignis’ semblance. I had never picked up a copy of Fire Force nor seen the anime when I was hashing things out.

Does not help the fact that they look to damn similar.}