Let's See What's In The Cards (Mmhm)
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The weather was still bitterly cold, and the snow was still thick on the ground, but it was finally possible to at least go outside by the front doors. The King and Queen have still forbidden anyone from staying overnight at the museum district in case it started snowing again. But the King could be seen outside trying to shovel snow enough to make a path to the castle at the least.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
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Date: 2025-01-12 02:43 am (UTC)"I don't know," he said. "It could be nonsense. I'm only saying that if it isn't, you've been forewarned."
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Date: 2025-01-12 03:15 am (UTC)He pressed his cheek into his knees, gaze turned away from Sephiroth. Perhaps it was because they didn't know each other well that the words slipped out so easily. "I'll always be a security risk. They're better off without me."
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Date: 2025-01-12 04:44 am (UTC)"How do you not know if you are now?" he asked.
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Date: 2025-01-12 05:20 am (UTC)"When I was a- a kid." He stumbled over the word a bit, considering it wasn't one he typically associated with himself. "A lot of stuff happened to me that I don't really understand. There's no way to know if it left some kind of trace." The doctors had said he'd been clear of any remaining Daemon blood, but they'd also said they couldn't be certain. It wasn't something they had experience with after all.
He still had nightmares sometimes, of waking up unable to speak, the only sound he could make being the screech of a Daemon. Or of black blood beginning to drip from his eyes, his mouth. He'd seen it enough back at the facility. Every time he lost a feather he had a moment of panic, that that would be it, he'd lose them all, leather and scales taking their place. He shuddered, his eyes taking on a somewhat glazed look as his thoughts spiralled.
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Date: 2025-01-12 05:34 am (UTC)And then he became concerned when Prompto started spacing out. "Are you alright?"
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Date: 2025-01-13 05:20 pm (UTC)Reassurance
This time the point of view seemed to be hovering above a parking lot of some sort. It was night, dark, and a glowing motel sign illuminated a strip of wet pavement red. Hunched in a tight ball of white feathers up on the roof, very similar to his position now in the library, was Prompto. He was alone for only a moment before a dark shadow slid across the sky, blotting out the stars in a swooping path. Faint flashes of clear blue crystallized light followed in its wake.
Prompto's cocoon didn't shift as the shape swept in beside him. As it landed, it became clear it was Noctis, his feathers flight ruffled and hair windswept. His voice was faint when he spoke, though the eerie silence of the night let it travel clearly through the air. "So, whatcha doin up here?"
Prompto's feathers shifted, but there was no reply.
Noct sighed and bumped his shoulder against Prompto's. "You'll have to talk to me eventually."
"No, I don't." Prompto's head finally poked through his barrier of feathers.
Noct smiled. "You just did."
He looked away. "Got me there, your majesty."
"Don't do that. Prompto you're my friend, always will be." He knocked their shoulders together again "Hey, we should probably get you flying though huh?"
The scene dissolved. Prompto made a choked noise. "He's okay."
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Date: 2025-01-13 08:55 pm (UTC)"Good. And he still considers you his friend," he added pointedly.
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Date: 2025-01-13 09:35 pm (UTC)"You are very lucky to not have that burden."
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Date: 2025-01-13 09:59 pm (UTC)"But here I am, totally ruining your day with my wallowing." He rubbed a hand over his face and took a deep breath. "Sorry man."
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Date: 2025-01-14 02:33 am (UTC)Ah, the irony. But they don’t yet know the source of the scenes.
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Date: 2025-01-24 11:38 pm (UTC)He sighed heavily. "I just figure... One weird magical event might be linked to another somehow, ya know?"
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Date: 2025-01-25 12:28 am (UTC)"That is definitely possible. Perhaps the one who wished all of this into being continues to cause mischief?"
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Date: 2025-02-01 08:33 pm (UTC)He sighed and rubbed fingers against his temple. "If there is just one person responsible for all this, I hope I never have the pleasure of meeting them. I pride myself on trying to be a decent guy, you know?"
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Date: 2025-02-03 01:04 am (UTC)"I can't say I disagree with you though. If there is someone out there tail-feathering with our heads, I hope they got a taste of their own medicine."
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Date: 2025-02-03 02:20 am (UTC)He smirks. "Indeed. And perhaps they will return with some idea of how to fix this mess."
Unlikely, but it's a nice thought.
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Date: 2025-02-03 04:39 pm (UTC)He tugged at a loose feather absentmindedly, running it between his fingers once it was free. "In my experience, no matter how hard you hope for something, the universe rarely hands you an easy solution."
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Date: 2025-02-03 08:12 pm (UTC)He smirked darkly. "In my experience as well. I had a friend who always had hope no matter what and it was a nice point of view, but things didn't always work out for the best."
Even for his friend.
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