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PROMPTO ARGENTUM ✦ FINAL FANTASY XV
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un: alter ego

[freshprints]

If we're going to make it a habit of running in the mornings, I'm going to need some dedicated clothes for it.

Thoughts?

ATT: IMG2196.jpg

[snaphappy]

( he's sweating already. )

do u
are u gonna wear the shirt all the time or
just that thing
under it
sometimes

@falconshield

[protectore]

Did you see the shops that opened up? Think we can get a chocobo or two there?

[snaphappy]

YEAH
i was gonna get one
actually
or try
are you gonna get one too?

un; morga, text and backdated to before c a m p happens

[jaegerbomb]

how do you feel about sleeping in the woods

[snaphappy]

did it alllllll the time back home
why what's up

text; un: alter ego

[freshprints]

I've heard a secret about you. :)

Is it true you're an expert on birds?

[snaphappy]

( cue panic, until: )

birds??
hmmm depends on the kind of bird
your source didn't tell you that~?

text / un: ✨ lucio🌹 ✨ (backdated to idfk, two days ago or sth)

[ziege]

heyyyyyy fratellino
ur up right?
good i have a question

u have friends here right? from your
world or whatever its called

[snaphappy]

big bro 💖💖💖

yea there are a bunch of ppl here
from my world i mean
why?

text; un: alter ego

[freshprints]

If I run a question past you, will you tell me honestly if you think it's a good idea?

[snaphappy]

a question?
sure, lay it on me

action. to the boonies

[carrythesin]

[It's been almost a month since her arrival, a month living in solitary, surprisingly peaceful, and alone. Why pulled her only and not her comrade as well she thought to herself? Did this world not see they were a set? Different faces of the same coin? The world where she came from was cruel to her. Yet, she can't help but be selfish to that same world. Mireille, the only person she could rely her trust wasn't here.

While locked in this prism, and to pass the time, Kirika found a spot within Emerald Park, far enough from the residence, ears hard to reach, to practice her marksmanship. She kept herself in shape in case if she needed to raise her handgun, to survive. Thankfully this place haven't given her a reason to retaliate, but it never hurt to be prepared, Mireille taught her this. Yet, this was all surreal, not one soul went after her life. Even when she walked by herself, her awareness never faltered. Every sound she picked up, she glanced. When something dashed by the corner of her eye, she glanced. Make no mistakes. For the day someone tries to claim her life, she will kill them first.

Some empty cans hung from tree branches while some stood tall on stomps and fences. Kirika set them up for her exercise. The weather was calm, soft breezes brushed through her bangs and the sun touched her face. One deep breath, that's all it takes, for her to find her inner peace, to enjoy this weather, this small moment of freedom granted to her.

In position, Kirika raised her pistol with only one hand, her Beretta, to one can and fired. Bang, one metal can echoed within the area. Another shot fired followed with the sound of clashing metal. Shots fired rapidly following the sound of clang clang from the metal cans. She kept at this until no cans were left standing.]

[snaphappy]

( the sound of a gunshot, to someone else, might be easily misplaced, mistaken or conflated to be something less worrisome: the sound of a car, maybe, or another vehicle starting, the backfire from a machine, but to prompto, it's easy enough to gauge even from a distance. he hears it, faintly, from across the park; he's crouched in front of a particularly interesting plant with his camera at the ready, zoomed in for a shot that he thinks might be framed rather nicely, if he can get it done. but the shot rings out, and then another, and another still; it's carried over the soft breeze of the afternoon, and at the second burst, he gets to his feet, glances in the direction and then starts to follow it.

he hasn't seen a proper shooting range in this place, which is a surprise. perhaps that just means that he should be the one setting something up, but then again, he hasn't had much use of his guns yet, outside of hunting. there's nothing particularly dangerous in this city, no matter how strange it is, so does anyone really need to learn how to defend themselves? then again, for some, it might just be about maintaining the skill, right?

the trail of sound leads him to the point where it gets louder: he still has his camera in hand, almost comical, as he approaches, mouth rounding into a curious shape of wondering as he sees the girl fire off the last can, where it buckles and shoots off the awning of one of the fences in the distance. )

...Whew! ( he lets out a low, appreciative whistle, standing at her back, though he keeps a few feet of space between them, not wanting to startle someone with a gun. ) You've got good aim. Not your first time, huh?

un:kingfisher [text]

[nebou]

Is it just me or is it like, really expensive to live here?

[snaphappy]

did you blow all ur currents on video games again dude

un: DSC910

[freshprints]

I had to register a new username, 🐝.

...This is 👑.

[snaphappy]

omg 🍯👑
so u know that person?
the one i went on an accidental date with? 😂

un; morga, during the misfires

[jaegerbomb]

_{[ AT SOME POINT DURING THE WEEK............ ]}

i'm in town for the next two days so if you're still around
i want the 🍆




_{[ mORGA???????? ]}

[snaphappy]

wait
do y
do you know
what that means
the
the emoji

un: falconshield

[protectore]

alright pretty boy, I'm here to pick you up
here to make sure you do justice to your promise :)

[snaphappy]

wait wait
which promise!!

text, un: morga

[jaegerbomb]

city or the forest?

[snaphappy]

the forest ❤️
can ebony come?

un: kingfisher [text]

[nebou]

Hey.

You up?

(It's 1pm, on October 25th. Or...what is probably October 25th, if Noctis has been counting correctly. He himself has only just awoken. Naturally.)

[snaphappy]

don't tell me you just woke up!!!
dude
gonna have to keep a better eye on you~

[freshprints]

[It's no real surprise that Kirigiri winds up in Ballymallet, considering everything; the prospect of a mystery to solve is a compelling one, and especially so when recent mishaps with magical items have left her more than a little shaken — and interested in distancing herself as far from them as possible. Overall, the little town proves to be quaint enough, for all that it's rustic at best and inhospitable at worst, but being an Amethyst seems to help — for a little while, at least.

For a little while, that is, until negativity starts to spread like a fog across the surrounding area, and it starts to swallow her up with preoccupations. It's all but impossible to ignore; even someone as good as she is at compartmentalization can't hope to hold out against it forever.

So when the garnet called Shorn starts circulating a remedy to help ward off the depressive fugue setting in all around them, Kirigiri weighs her options; none of them are good ones, certainly, but whatever side effects might come of the potion are probably still better than being paralyzed by the anxiety and depression she's already been forced to contend with.

That's what she'll tell herself, later. It was just reason, just a simple reasoned choice and she'd taken it.

Later, however, is when she'll be able to think straight, and right now, she can't. Oh, the fog of sadness has fled, to be sure, but now she's consumed with distractions of a different and much more arousing kind, and that's not something she's able to easily compartmentalize, either.

At least it's relatively easier to deal with, though.

Which is precisely how she winds up seeking out Prompto, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen red from biting at them, with molten emotion aflame in her veins and a rising desperate need to do something about it.]

[snaphappy]

( it's one of those things where he figures that the further away they are from people, the less likely they'll be affected.

and does he really need much, to be affected? the fog of depression is a familiar one, something that it feels like he can sense from a mile away; he can feel the way that his mood sinks, the way that his thoughts start to twist into clouds full of desperate downpour, eager to rain on his life here as though threatening to wash out all the good of it into a mudslide. he figures that kyoko, with all of her strength and intellect, will be more likely to stave it off: he figures that she might be less vulnerable to it than he is, though that doesn't prove to be the case. when the talk about the antidote starts, prompto thinks that it's silly, at first. but if it'll help her, then he wants her to have it; and in the meantime, he'll be waiting out here.

the villages here are tiny: it's almost like being back on the road again, with all the land that stretches out around them, unknown and a little terrifying. he's been camping out like the rest, for as long as he's been here; it's not something he likes to do, but they're sort of out of options, aren't they? when kyoko returns to him, he's poking around at the fire that he's managed to build (all by himself, gladiolus would be proud), forcing it to higher heights; it needs to be enough to keep the tent warm, after all, or at least warm enough until they can fall asleep in it. the sound of her footsteps makes his head perk up with a grin--

--and then it falters for a moment. even in the growing darkness of the evening, her skin looks flushed; her lips look like she's bitten all around them, and he jolts up onto his feet as though that might help the heat from going all the way through him, too. )

What happened? Did you get the thing? ( he sounds--mildly concerned, at least, but he's forcing the smile back up, lifting a hand to offer her a wiggle-fingered wave. ) How do you feel?

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

[freshprints]

[SPECIAL DELIVERY CIRCA DECEMBER 25TH: why are a Japanese teen and an Insomnian citizen celebrating Christmas according to the western European tradition? Blame Leone Abbacchio.

Inside the various boxes, Prompto will find a pair of T-shirts (one his size, and one clearly intended for a girl), an assortment of quality leather wristbands, and a handwritten note.]

Since the day we met, you've been turning my world upside-down. Or maybe just backwards.

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