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“I summoned you here…?” Ignis honestly had no memory of this ‘summoning’ whatsoever so forgive him of his memory loss. His brow raised a tad bit at the slightest inch and his arms crossed right in front him. “Forgive me but I have no memory of this…”

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The girl stepped out from the swirl of dark smoke, pointed horns and long, oil-slick tail whipping out in front of her and wrapping around her frame. She tilted her chin up, sniffing the air around the boiling pot on the stove. 

Emily stepped back from the man with a wicked grin playing upon her face. She turned around on her heel, her dark brown hair, which was in a braid, swung around as she did. She then turned her head to look at him just a bit. 

“Thought I’d get more of a rise out of you. Hmm, Noctis was right I guess.” she mused to him. “I’m Emily by the way. Guess a kiss shouldn’t be the first course of action when meeting someone for the first time.” She confessed. She caught his smirk though.

Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou’s the name!

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She burst out laughing, waving a hand as though to disrupt the amused air to gather round such a curt response!

“My goodness, but you are a sour sort, aren’t you! How do you know I was talking to you, good sir? But I’m ever so glad that you called upon me, for I am hopelessly lost and wandering aimlessly!” What if she wandered into a dank, dark corner of the world where the unsavories resided?? What if she found herself in a situation she had to wiggle free of, leaving trouble in her wake? And when only just arriving too. So much for keeping a low profile. Though, by her outlandish clothing, perhaps that wasn’t her goal much at all.

“Names are such vitally important instruments to wield. They can’t just be freely given without preamble to the depths of the most horrendous of tragic pasts likely attached. We all have our sad stories! But since it seems you are already sadly wilted, I will withhold the necessary theatrical arrangements.”

She clapped her hands, holding her hands out wide. 

The illusion was wasted on a blind man but no one could fault Ardyn for leaving a job half done.

While the other three were off gallivanting in the darkness harking at deamons, the accursed had turned his attention to the one they left behind. Taking on the illusion of the one he deemed the weakest,  the MT playing ‘real by’ he ventured close, camera in hand. “Hay, Iggy!”

Stepping closer he kept his voice light but his face pulled into a tell tell smirk, cocking his head watching the retainer scout out his location.

He could kill him dead where he stood, but hat would be the fun in that?

“Noct and Gladio are still out-  went to get supplies. They sent me back to help guard camp”

He let a trace of worry into his tone, unease at insulting his ‘friend’. Ardyn had noted that despite the others clear hindrance to their team, they still all acted as if nothing was wrong, none of them liking to make any mention to the mans disability, or give away the fact they were looking out for him.

How strange.

“Looks like you got it covered though"

He lent in closer, a hairs breadth away from the man, stilling his breathing and peering into unseeing eyes hidden beneath those useless glasses.

It was second nature, really, to have some idea of where they all were. Like knowing where his sword would land, once it left his hand. So realizing when one of them is hiding doesn’t exactly take a detective.

His eyebrows rise slightly, accompanied by a quiet, “Hn.” Noctis folds his arms over his chest and leans one shoulder against the wall, settling in.

“C’mon, Specs,” he chides, keeping his tone light. “You’ll need to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me. Besides, I’m pretty sure I get to choose what I fret about.” His tone takes on a wry tilt as he adds, “At least I think that’s what Gladio keeps shouting about.”