#scourgedaddy

The Abyssinian's grasp was relentless, pinning his arms to his sides, making it impossible to summon a dagger and warp into a safer distance. Once again, Seifer had found himself confronted with dire consequences of his big mouth and thoughtless rashness. When the Chancellor had arrived in Insomnia, the Crownsguard had requested backup forces from the Glaives, if begrudgingly. It was not so much the presence of one single man that had them on alert but rather the expectation of Niflheim forces infiltrating the Crown City under disguise, while all eyes were on Izunia. However, the meeting with King Regis had taken place in a surprisingly mannered fashion, and when Ardyn made to leave, the Glaives followed him discreetly. While everyone present was relieved the man seemed to be on his merry way out of the city again, Seifer had not fallen back once they had come close to the outskirts of the city. And, lo and behold, the Chancellor had not, in fact, walked through the city gates. Following the man on his heels, sticking to the shadows as much as possible, Seifer had not put into account that he was, after all, of tall build while his blond hair and fair skin also stood out. It should have been of no surprise when Isunia then led him astray, into what seemed to be one of the many abandoned homes deserted in the wakes of the war, perhaps due to the inhabitant dying in the field. Certain the man had some shady plan laid out and he might be the only one reasonable enough to not let him out of sight, the tall blond had slipped into the building quietly after Ardyn. Who already stood in waiting. A fight had ensued, in which's course Seifer soon came to realize he did not possess a hint of enough brawn to best whatever Izunia was - for mortal his power certainly was not. And now he found himself battered and trapped in a grip much too volatile for a human form to contain.

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He hasn’t been sleeping. He doesn’t sleep much anymore - not when he is aware that he is working on a time limit. The few remaining staff have long since retired and it is him alone, in his labs, caught up in his studies and research. There is so much he still needs to do before the Scourge fully consumes him. And if he has to push his body to its limits then so be it. 

He’s feverish but its only mild - probably. He’s still designing the systems for his precious Immortalis, he has no time to rest. He has no time to be sick. 

He doesn’t notice Ardyn enter, doesn’t hear if anything is said. He does, however, feel himself be lifted from his seat. He looks up in shock, only catching a flash of wine hair as he was dropped over the other’s shoulder. 

Loqi any time there’s versdyn on the dash:

That was where Ignis’ last thought lie before the world fell hollow, an explosion flinging him through the air, through nothing. His shoulder hit solidity, his head cracked in its wake, and he was set adrift as the world beneath him dissolved as sugar on the tongue.

Oh, of course because if the professor added in his two cents, he would have his head loped off. Cyrus scoffed at the man’s tone and choice of words, really was that suppose to make him turn tail? “I speak only for myself because of the actions you have set in motion. I can not stand around and watch it all go down hill just for your own gain.”