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This was just great, really.

Linhardt was unfortunately used to fighting monstrous creatures, but it wasn’t something they enjoyed, and was definitely not what they wanted to do in order to get out of this place. But it sounded like it was their only option---though they held high hopes to find some other way out. Or, rather they were praying there was some other way out.

Almost slipping as they rounded a corner, they bit their tongue as they forced themselves to push through the fatigue that was very quickly enveloping their body. How they wished they’d taken Ferdinand up on those morning jogs now back home, or... Damn, they couldn’t try thinking about that void in their head now, it was not the time to be spacing out.

That moment of misdirected thought was enough though for them to slip, and skid directly into someone else in the hallway. Groaning, they sat up from where they had been knocked onto the floor, rubbing at their side and looking over to see who they’d crashed into. It took only a second to realize who it was, and there was a sense of relief that washed over them.

“I see you also got trapped down here Claude,” their words were a bit too casual for the situation, but even still they pushed themselves back up, eyeing the water at their feet hesitantly.

It's not that Sylvain wasn't expecting to run into anyone else down here - he hadn't seen anyone in passing, not yet, and he knows he shouldn't be surprised that it's him of all people that he could've bumped into. Maybe a handful of other people, but he's heard enough stories to find it sort of fitting to find Claude in a massive library, also surrounded by books. 

The stack in his own arms rivals the pile beside the other, and Sylvain can't help the wry looking smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Fancy meeting you down here, huh?" He's not exactly surprised, but he could at least let it seem like he was - even if only a little bit, "Didn't think you'd have risked getting wet after all that snow probably soaked you to the bone." It's more teasing, bordering on a playful sounding jab, and Sylvain accentuates that with a wink. Just one, and he shifts away from where he'd basically kicked Claude's chair in his effort to pass him by, turning to place down the ridiculous stack of books in his arms onto the table beside him.

“Watch it. This place looks pretty old.” Unsurprising, given that it seems abandoned...or lacking upkeep, if not. Certainly, it would be foolish to just charge ahead blindly, abandoned or not ( though he doesn’t seem like that type, thankfully enough ). Even if perhaps their largest concern is a papercut and some faulty flooring, at most— what were they even trying to research here, he wonders...? Given how easily accessible this place was, it doesn’t seem like a good sign, so perhaps the real secrets were hidden further away? Hm. He’ll have to speculate on that a little further.

Really, the fact that they can just wander in like this leaves him a little uneasy: but then again, it’s probably natural to have his guard up at a time like this, especially for someone like you. If he hears anything else but them, he shrugs it off as being a rat ( do they have rats down here? Maybe a newt or something would be more fitting...that does not stop a chill from running down his spine ).

Something Rhys had never considered was how he would be perceived outside of the little bubble of familiarity he had on Helios. There and even on Pandora, having cybernetics wasn’t actually that odd. Some even chose to have them over having them in necessity.

He thought his was still super cool though. His right arm was a bright yellow with a white stripe on it. His palm could even show a screen and help him into the network when he was hacking! He even had a cybernetic left eye, how cool was that?!

He was apparently spending way too much time thinking about how cool he was and how his awesome cybernetics had gotten him out of some tough scrapes and was not paying any attention to where he was walking.

This tall spaghetti noodle of a man ran smack into someone and knocked him backward onto his ass. Nice one Rhys. He sighed in frustration, bracing himself to stand up and running his robotic hand through his hair to make sure it was still perfectly slicked back and rad.

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 @auricesque said:💏 ;^)   ✧  23 …in relief.

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@auricesque said: “What about Noct?”

[ ★ ] “ol’ noctgar, huh?” he bites at his bottom lip, eyes cast downward in thought. it’s weird, y’know? having so many things he could say about a person, yet not knowing how to put any of them into actual words. “noct is… well, he’s my best friend. my first friend, even! don’t get me started on all the epic escapades we got into when we were teens, we’d prob be here all day.” they really were a couple of stinkers, weren’t they? he can’t even count how many times they skipped school together behind ignis’ back… he lost track after they hit double digits, honestly.

“believe it or not, i actually really look up to noct. just don’t tell him i said that, okay? he’d never let me live it down.” he lets out a small laugh, too swept up in all his happy memories to catch himself getting chummy, “seriously though, if you look past his – ahem – cool exterior, he’s the funnest, most genuine dude ever. and a selfless royal? oOoOo, what a heartthrob~!” he’s only half-joking… noct’s got a looong list of admirers. it’s chill, though, prompto gets it. 

as his laughter dies down, the bright smile on his face grows dim. it’s nice to think about their friendship before everything got more… strained, but that doesn’t exactly erase the bad stuff. welp, he’s supposed to be completely honest, right? “still, a lot’s happened recently back home and i, um, sometimes wish things could go back to being simple again, like before. i know it’s selfish, but i dunno if he even wants to be around me anymore, let alone be my friend. i-i don’t blame him, obviously! it’s just… i miss us, i guess, and it sucks knowing i’m only making his problems worse.”

these numbers will be the death of me

Now this was interesting.

Finding themself in this strange new city, handed an assortment of items (the cat plush they decided to carry with them for now, it could act as a pillow if need be), and finding their magic well... drained, was one way to put it, wasn’t nearly as interesting anymore now that they’d seen him. In fact the former was actually quite a nuisance that they didn’t want to deal with. But running into Duke Riegan of all people, was of interest.

And something bound to keep them awake.

“Well Claude it sure is a surprise to see you here,”