driftfleet | First day at space

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First day at space

Who: Prompto and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Marsiva
When: Currently

[He thinks he’s still in Zegnautus Keep at first. The bunk feels more comfortable than he remembers, but a slab of rock would feel like a heavenly pillow after being strung up on some weird contraption. It’s only after he’s been staring at a ceiling and not the underside of the upper bunk that it starts to dawn on him. This isn’t one of the dormitories tucked away in the keep.

He sits up, confusion making him slow. This could all be a dream. (Would he know it was a dream if it was a dream? Does that make it not a dream?)]

Must have hit my head…

[He reaches up to test the gash that had been sitting pretty near his temple. And finds nothing. Actually, he’s feeling pretty good all over right now, and isn’t that weird?

His feet carry him to the to the viewing bay. If he’s dreaming, he’s got a killer imagination.]

Wow.

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[Fuck.

Well, Iggy did warn him. He was hoping for a little more time to swallow the idea, however. A surprising amount of emotions surface, chief among them anger and, okay, fear. He can admit when he's scared. A little. Just a little. He thinks he does a good job of glaring back.]

They'll let anyone on these ships, huh?

So it seems, yet I did not chose to be here, as much as you did.

[He's secretly enjoying trolling you, Prompto. You know him.]

I have to ask....what was the last thing you remember before you were brought aboard the ship?

[Had the boy befallen his fate at the Imperial fortress? Had he been locked up by Ardyn? The man had to know.]

[He makes a sound that at least acknowledges that being here wasn't a choice. Though if it were, he would be here in a heartbeat regardless - Noct is here.

The question isn't so unexpected. Ignis had warned him about this as well. He frowns.]

Why do you want to know? It's not really relevant.

Why the secrecy? We're all aboard now. Ship mates, even.

[That's right. He sees you as a ship mate, even though you're not on his ship. It's just tantalising to know where in his timeline you're from, Prompto.]

Oh, but it is relevant. Everyone needs to know where they come from to know where they're going.

[Riddles, all the riddles.]

And that means what? That I should trust you?

[Six, he hopes he doesn't end up on the same ship as Ardyn. (And he'll be so relieved when his prayer is answered.)]

I know where I come from.

[He thinks: Insomnia. Lucis. But his thoughts fly to Niflheim, and the Keep, and why he has a barcode - like a product on a shelf - inked onto his wrist. And maybe he's given away where his point in time originates without meaning to, because despite his antics and forced cheer, he's lousy at hiding his emotions. That anger and undercurrent of fear.]

No, not at all. At least I know you won't trust me even if I was the last man alive on this fleet. It's in your nature not to trust me, isn't it? Your friends have warned you against me since I'm the Chancellor to the Empire. The bad man.

[He couldn't help but find that rather amusing. The bad guy. That's what he was to Prompto and his friends. Something about that caused a slight ego boost inside of him.]

Lucis? Or, are we talking about somewhere before that?

Good people don't lie about who they really are, or trick people into attacking their friends. [And pushing them off trains.] They don't abduct people.

[You are the bad guy, Ardyn.

His lips pull tight.]

I don't remember anywhere before that.

[He let out a soft chuckle at that. Him? A liar? The outrage! Of course he knew what Prompto was referring to back aboard the train when he disguised himself as the boy to trick Noctis.]

Deception is a powerful weapon in the right hands, dear Prompto. I was only having a little fun with his Highness.

[He may be the bad guy but he didn't think he was. Not much anyway.]

You have to admit I did do a good job at imitating you back on that train.

[If possible, he glares even harder at the other man.]

Fun? Yeah, it was a barrel of laughs.

[That was a lot of sarcasm. He's not even sure why he's still talking. He should have cut the connection the moment Ardyn's face appeared.]

No way. If he hadn't been so upset already, Noct would have caught on right away.

[Right? Maybe. He would hope.]

[Oh, he can feel how much you despise him and it's making him smile so much.]

It was rather amusing, seeing all your faces on that train. His Highness really believed that I was you. Do you think I did a good job?

[Humour him? This guy is a sick bastard.]

[Ardyn's smile is infuriating. Prompto grits his teeth.]

No. You're terrible at everything you do.

[Or, more accurately, just a terrible person.]

Am I? Perhaps, I should increase my skills at deception then? Since, I do not wish to be terrible within your eyes or anyone else's.

[He's just going to troll you more that means.]

Or you could try leaving me alone. And my friends too, while you're at it.

[There's a kind of comfort in not speaking face-to-face, a distance that allows for a bit of bravery. Though a voice in the back of his head hopes it won't backfire.]

I could but then where would the fun be in that? Life aboard these ships can be so dull.

[As in he likes being a space troll.]

Haven't you done enough? [He doesn't mean to say it out loud, and it's mostly under his breath.]

Done enough? Might you explain what that might be, hm?

[Testing, always testing.]

No. I d-don't want to... [He shakes his head quickly.] I'm not talking to you about this.

[If Ardyn doesn't already knows, then there's no reason to bring it up. And if he doesn't know, there's still no reason to bring it up. Except to be a trolling ass.]

Very well, I shall leave you. For now.

[It's obviously upsetting the poor chocobo and there will always be other times that he can pester the poor boy.]

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First day at space

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