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Even though, through the years, they'd all tended to separate and pursue their own hunts and adventures, there were absolutely some things that brought Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto together to work as a team once more. After all, the world had gotten considerably....smaller, since the Starscourge took over, and while they were constantly embroiled in seeking supplies, tampering down daemon hordes, and otherwise making the attempts to make this dark and dreary existence somewhat better on their own, their paths were frequently crossing. And in the event that they all happened to land at the Hammerhead at the same time, Cindy always had some part she was hoping they could hunt down and scrounge up for her.
But first...a little time to catch-up, to share important information, to discuss a few further plans moving forward. The push to protect the power plant in Lestallum, of course, would always take top priority, but Prompto had been developing a few ideas on maybe seeing if there was any life left in the Magitek generators they'd destroyed in fortresses all across Lucis....years ago. And Ignis had just been telling Prompto about his reservation about such a project...the Magitek troopers from the City had been boldly leaking out; he had a feeling they might be considering regaining a hold on Formouth Garrison, which would only be the start of them expanding their influence again, perhaps they'd better shift their attention to defending the stronghold, and...
"....Prompto?" Ignis paused in his strategical ramblings, frowning as he felt something...shift in the air around him. "Are you listening?"
The only response Ignis got in response was a bark, and, the next thing he knew, he was trying to fend off an eager dog vying for his attention.
"Gladio," he started, finding it odd that he would be so quiet about all this, "please don't tell me that--"
"Well, hey, there, Ignis!" Of course that would be the time that Cindy would show up, her bright voice always a welcome sound through the darkness, although perhaps Ignis would have preferred better timing in this case. "Say, who's your new friend there?"
It was hardly any surprise that Prompto's attention was immediately diverted away from Ignis, and he sighed, adjusting his darkened glasses out of habit more than anything else, and smoothing out his pants a little. Wondering how best to explain this particular phenomenon, especially considering it was hardly something he'd ever have expected to experience again.
"That's...." He hesitated, but decided perhaps the truth would be best here, "actually Prompto."
"Prompto?" Cindy's voice lifted, as Ignis assumed her eyebrows did, too, but then she laughed. "Yeah, that's fair! I can see the resemblance!"
"I...no," Ignis staggered out with mild frustration. "We didn't name him after Prompto, but that is Prompto. It's a thing, that sometimes used to happen back on Earth--"
But Cindy clearly wasn't paying any attention, and the happy, eager barks from Prompto buried half of his words, anyway.
"Well, I'll bet you're just starvin', boy, ain't ya?" Cindy chuckled a little, her focus entirely on the dog and Ignis could already feel a massive migraine building behind his eyes. "We can talk business in a sec. Let's see what we've got in the pantry for ya. Ignis? You just hold tight, alright, while I get Prompto Jr here a little somethin' for that belly."
The sound of her boots receding on the pavement and her idle comments about how he had an awful lot of pep to his step for a found stray told Ignis that it was already too late to stop her, and he sighed, turning his ire instead toward Gladio, for not even moving a single considerable muscle to help him out with that one.
"Gladio," he started, "I--"
But his foot hit something unexpected when he moved, knocking whatever it was over, where it hit the ground with a wince-inducing shatter. Frowning, Ignis knelt down to feel for what it was. Soft dirt, hard shards of what he assumed were some sort of porcelain And some sort of plant. He slipped off a glove so his fingers could explore it with more detail, revealing it to be a long plume of flowers.
Very likely a gladiolus, to be precise.
"Oh, bloody hell," Ignis murmured, realizing now why Gladio had been so eerily silent through that whole exchange, "not this again...."
[[ is it completely unnecessary to transform people off island embroiled in their own plottiness into animals(/plants) for a vacation? Yes. Am I doing it anyway because I think it's hilarious? Also yes. NFB, NFI, blah blah blah ]]
But first...a little time to catch-up, to share important information, to discuss a few further plans moving forward. The push to protect the power plant in Lestallum, of course, would always take top priority, but Prompto had been developing a few ideas on maybe seeing if there was any life left in the Magitek generators they'd destroyed in fortresses all across Lucis....years ago. And Ignis had just been telling Prompto about his reservation about such a project...the Magitek troopers from the City had been boldly leaking out; he had a feeling they might be considering regaining a hold on Formouth Garrison, which would only be the start of them expanding their influence again, perhaps they'd better shift their attention to defending the stronghold, and...
"....Prompto?" Ignis paused in his strategical ramblings, frowning as he felt something...shift in the air around him. "Are you listening?"
The only response Ignis got in response was a bark, and, the next thing he knew, he was trying to fend off an eager dog vying for his attention.
"Gladio," he started, finding it odd that he would be so quiet about all this, "please don't tell me that--"
"Well, hey, there, Ignis!" Of course that would be the time that Cindy would show up, her bright voice always a welcome sound through the darkness, although perhaps Ignis would have preferred better timing in this case. "Say, who's your new friend there?"
It was hardly any surprise that Prompto's attention was immediately diverted away from Ignis, and he sighed, adjusting his darkened glasses out of habit more than anything else, and smoothing out his pants a little. Wondering how best to explain this particular phenomenon, especially considering it was hardly something he'd ever have expected to experience again.
"That's...." He hesitated, but decided perhaps the truth would be best here, "actually Prompto."
"Prompto?" Cindy's voice lifted, as Ignis assumed her eyebrows did, too, but then she laughed. "Yeah, that's fair! I can see the resemblance!"
"I...no," Ignis staggered out with mild frustration. "We didn't name him after Prompto, but that is Prompto. It's a thing, that sometimes used to happen back on Earth--"
But Cindy clearly wasn't paying any attention, and the happy, eager barks from Prompto buried half of his words, anyway.
"Well, I'll bet you're just starvin', boy, ain't ya?" Cindy chuckled a little, her focus entirely on the dog and Ignis could already feel a massive migraine building behind his eyes. "We can talk business in a sec. Let's see what we've got in the pantry for ya. Ignis? You just hold tight, alright, while I get Prompto Jr here a little somethin' for that belly."
The sound of her boots receding on the pavement and her idle comments about how he had an awful lot of pep to his step for a found stray told Ignis that it was already too late to stop her, and he sighed, turning his ire instead toward Gladio, for not even moving a single considerable muscle to help him out with that one.
"Gladio," he started, "I--"
But his foot hit something unexpected when he moved, knocking whatever it was over, where it hit the ground with a wince-inducing shatter. Frowning, Ignis knelt down to feel for what it was. Soft dirt, hard shards of what he assumed were some sort of porcelain And some sort of plant. He slipped off a glove so his fingers could explore it with more detail, revealing it to be a long plume of flowers.
Very likely a gladiolus, to be precise.
"Oh, bloody hell," Ignis murmured, realizing now why Gladio had been so eerily silent through that whole exchange, "not this again...."
[[ is it completely unnecessary to transform people off island embroiled in their own plottiness into animals(/plants) for a vacation? Yes. Am I doing it anyway because I think it's hilarious? Also yes. NFB, NFI, blah blah blah ]]
