Recipe #002 - Waking Up

[blindrecipe]

Who: Ignis Scientia
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Ignis' room, First Breath
When: October 1st

Action - Ignis' Room, First Breath

[Falling asleep was easy. Exhaustion had played such a huge part of things when Ignis's head had touched his pillow that night after watching the meteor strike Lyuku. Waking up, on the other hand, is difficult. Everything feels stiff and he's not sure that he really wants to face it. Suddenly, he understands how Noctis has felt on more than one occasion.

A sound to his left catches his attention and he turns his head in that direction, pulling on the scar tissue around his left eye, nose and forehead.]

The Six take me... Gladio, is that you?

[No, this isn't Zegnatus. No bed in the dread fortress was this...comfortable isn't the world. Familiar. This bed is familiar, but not the bed he had in Insomnia. It takes a minute as he attempts to open his sightless eyes out of habit.]

Noct? Prompto?

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[Blind men can't see buttons to make it audio only, so take in his nifty scars. It seems the Atroma have taken his sunglasses.]

I feel I must apologize to anyone who has been worried about me since the excitement with the inhabitants of Lyuku. I appear to have gone back to Eos for a short period of time.

You may find me on the First Breath should you wish to talk in person.

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[soulsflight]

(Those are some nifty scars. They get her attention.)

Had a little adventure, did you?

[blindrecipe]

[They are rather shocking, it's true.]

I'm not sure that I would call it that. A slight trip home is all it was.

[soulsflight]

(He should wear them with pride! That's a little more complicated when he can't really see them. Or anything.)

Learn anything interesting? Did time stop like they say?

[blindrecipe]

[Well, he earned them in the act of trying to save civilians, so it's not as if he's shying away from them either. It's just what they signify that really makes him upset.]

Yes, that part is true. I returned to the moment that I left and spent weeks back on my home world while I slept here for over a week as well.

[soulsflight]

(Scars are blessings and curses that way. Claire has quite a few internal scars - emotional trauma she works through daily - and she'll likely be adding to them with some physical counterparts now that she is fighting as a human again.)

How do you know it wasn't a dream? Many things are possible in deep slumber. You can even learn to control what you see.

[blindrecipe]

Because, madam, when I went to sleep, my face was flawless and my vision nearly perfect.

A week later, that is not the case.

[Would you like to question him some more when there's such compelling evidence in front of you?]

[soulsflight]

I know some healing techniques, but I don't think it will do much good where your eyes are concerned.

(No. Hope springs eternal and all that, but she likes having her feet squarely on the ground.)

I bet your memories...what you saw...are worse. I know the feeling.

[blindrecipe]

I do appreciate the thought, but I'm afraid it would be a futile effort.

[He's blind. It's cool. He's dealing. Mostly worried about how people will perceive him now and if he'll have to expend a great deal of energy in setting the record straight in just what he can do. Again.]

As for my memories, they are not all bad, if I'm honest.

[There at the end they were laughing together? And also after he ripped a new one out of his friends.]