The one that guy was talking about on the forum? Yeah, I said I'd help out with the music for that. Figured I might as well make the magic sound system good for something.
or if you do hate me please say something anyway i'm sorry and i think you're never going to talk to me again but i just want to make sure you're ok please?
[You know what his one saving grace is? These are forum posts and not realtime messenger, so he's not doomed to sit there and cope with the anxiety of the "...typing" purgatory while she figures out how to answer.]
[He's there in ten minutes because he's Damian, and he's stupid. But anyway, he's at the well since showing up means his honor is intact.
And, like, he's not afraid to be seen with a girl or afraid she'll show up on some idiotic horse yelling lyrics to some Jay-Z and Kanye West song. HE AIN'T SCARED.
He's a little scared.]
wow i never realized this was literally prompto city until now
[And never let it be said that Summer is one to fail to double down on stupidity, because not long after Damian arrives at the well, a pair of β as promised β spectral black horses that look vaguely like this in terms of general wispiness, but less phosphorescent and overtly evil-looking. All in all they seem pretty docile, actually.
Summer's riding along on the back of one, and the other is trotting along at her mount's side. There are no bridles or reins, either; seems like she's either steering them without it or they just sort of know where to go in a different way.
Also, it appears the musical styling of choice clinging to them is X Gon Give It To Ya, because that BGM is following along as they make their approach.]
[Summer has probably never seen Damian's face make the motions they make. Honestly, not many people here have probably seen his face look this way.
Shocked.
Not comedically so, but enough for it to be visible. The otherwise ghastly horses draw the biggest excitable awe out of him. He LOVES them. They're beautiful. These aren't like Garfield's shapeshifting animals at all, green and wholesome. These are the kinds of animals that warms his black soul.
The only thing ruining the entire aesthetic (to him) is DMX being blasted all around. The wowed look on his face crumples gently as he comes close and glances up.]
Your entrance selection for such regally terrifying creatures could use some work.
[While the magic warmth and protection of a bona fide Ignis HugTM persists, Prompto finally puts his big boy pants on and stops waiting for Summer to sign back into the forum.
Only once he's crossed the border out of town and into the woods does he stop to trace his fingers uncertainly over the old familiar bracelet remaining on his left wrist, where even now it still looks a little weird not to have the other. He leaves for the dark because Summer's all hiding and secrets, and it occurs to him he isn't even sure it'll work if he doesn't use her real name.
Prompto's pretty sure he knows what it is, or at least the first part. But when he looks up from his arm and sees the forbidding, end-of-autumn branches scratching out the sky above his head, he decides not to expose her like that to the trees.
Still touching the leather, breathing out wispy clouds in the crisp air, he says:]
[It's really not that complicated of a spell, and as the saying goes, wishing will make it so. Quite literally, his wish makes it so: the bracelet glows with a faint bluish light, then fades, and a moment later that same hue of light starts to shimmer in an oval in midair. As it fades into view, it's not unlike looking into a magic mirror, of sorts; there's the forest all around, and then for this one little spot in the middle of it, there's something else.
The cobblestone pathways and iron streetlamps likely give away in an instant that she's in Ruga; she's sitting on the steps of one of the winding spiral staircases that leads between the first story and the second of the townhouses there, with a spiral notebook on her knees and a pen in her hand. The magic is centered around her, so it's visible that she's doodling β the proportions are sort of off and the whole thing has an amateurish simplicity to it, but the scene she's sketching is identifiably her surroundings, as though she'd sat down and decided to draw whatever she saw first, and that was what her eyes landed on. There's music playing softly; he might remember the tune as the one she'd identified to him as her favorite, way back when.
But she straightens up visibly a few seconds after the image comes into view, and from the way her eyes immediately go to the bracelet on her wrist, it's apparent she knows she's being watched. Her lip catches behind her teeth; for a second her expression seems to fracture as she wobbles on the precipice of indecision.
But then, at last, she shakes the folds of her cloak free of her arm and closes her eyes, and that same flash of blue magic lights up the band on her own wrist.]
...I guess they work.
[Her shoulders draw in a little, involuntarily; he's seen her do this before, in moments when she's been wary or afraid, curling in on herself like she's readying herself to defend from something bad that's coming.]
[Tension Prompto didn't even know he carried unwinds in a whoosh, and then he tucks his chin in, embarrassed by it. He still feels... weird. Complicated, after all. But it's good to see her, and he already feels better than he did, waiting in his room at the computer.
He rubs his knuckle under his nose and drops his gaze, kicking idly at the hardening forest floor.]
I-I thought you might've gone into the woods or something. Wasn't really looking forward to trying to find you in there.
[Prompto turns, but hesitates and turns again.]
Uhh, is it okay if I walk away from the... window thing? Will it follow me? If I head back into town, I mean?
Because so did Vriska, and she is hauling this enormous, incredibly soft and squishy white spider plush through town. It's like three feet from head to questionable spider butt and unwieldy at best to manhandle, so Vriska is in a fine foul mood (and unable to see past it very well) when she literally bumps into someone. ]
Oh fuck, goddammit-- oh, hey, it's you.
[ Vriska is peering around the stupid spider plushie at Summer.
Have you ever noticed that like every single time we talk to each other, it always starts out with "oh, damn, bitch, what the fuck"? I think that's refreshing.
[She blinks a little, taking in for the first time the gigantic spider plush in Vriska's arms, and then backs up a step for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with personal space.]
And that is. A giant fucking spider, fuckdamn.
[Guess who's arachonophobic! Yeah!!]
I hope yours at least says something funny on it like "damn trick you spin me right round". You know, spin? Like spinnerets? I'm hilarious.
[ It's really a notable accomplishment on Summer's part that her rapidfire commentary actually gets Vriska to laugh. ]
You know, it actually is a nice change of pace for once. [ But Vriska's mood quickly sours again as she hefts the stupid floppy spider plush. ] Though I really wish it wasn't because of this fucking thing. Unfortunately for us both, there is nothing funny about it. It is just a horrible piece of garbage that deserves to go straight into a fire.
[After his run, Prompto let their whole posse know he'd be out for the morning with only vague excuses as to why. There's a certain relief in the air around Chroma after the end of the heart event. Touching is normal. Everyone can return to business as usual, and maybe that's what sparks the sudden wanderlust; sure, contact is fine now, but also, they don't have to take quite a much care with themselves and everyone around them. There are things to do. Quests to fetch.
Later in the morning than is usually his wont, Prompto can be heard in his and Summer's hideout in Flavo, softly singing snatches of something to the inexpert strumming of a guitar.]
[So. In a way, it's almost like Quest 44 was Made For Herβ’ β needing a yellow involved, accomplished via musical shenanigans. The heart bullshit had thrown a little bit of a wrench into her plans, that's for sure, but it's not as though she'd ever intended to put a lot of thought into this. Sometimes the best plans are the ones that involve a starting point and a vague idea of where to end up, and working on the fly the whole way through.
For example: when she's coming up on the hideout and she hears the sounds of music from the inside, and drops back to listen a little bit before eventually deciding that it's probably okay to interrupt.
Her fingers flick; a little snap of magic erupts near one of the hideout's windows. Music plays, because she's always had a knack for this trick in particular.
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?]
[The guitar strings jangle and buzz as Prompto yelps and misses his chord, and then he dashes to the window, opening it with wide eyes and the blushing, breathless beginning of a smile.
The guitar's still strung around his neck by a strap, but he only has eyes for her.]
Are you--are you seriously doing the boombox by the window thing?
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You want me to do your makeup for you, before you go?
This was the icon I meant to pick
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u been spotted by.........the $ MONEY GOO$E $
send the $ MONEY GOO$E $ to 3 people or u get scorched
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WHERE AM I GOING TO FIND THREE PEOPLE
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Guess what... it's ya boy #FFF59D
please say you don't hate me
or if you do hate me please say something anyway i'm sorry and i think you're never going to talk to me again but i just want to make sure you're ok please?
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why would i hate you?
i don't hate you
i thought maybe you didn't want to look at me
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i thought you'd be mad at me. for ruining everything. or not want to see me again at least. i didn't know what to do.
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breaks the prompto combo with a gremlin
And, like, he's not afraid to be seen with a girl or afraid she'll show up on some idiotic horse yelling lyrics to some Jay-Z and Kanye West song. HE AIN'T SCARED.
He's a little scared.]
wow i never realized this was literally prompto city until now
Summer's riding along on the back of one, and the other is trotting along at her mount's side. There are no bridles or reins, either; seems like she's either steering them without it or they just sort of know where to go in a different way.
Also, it appears the musical styling of choice clinging to them is X Gon Give It To Ya, because that BGM is following along as they make their approach.]
Hi.
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Shocked.
Not comedically so, but enough for it to be visible. The otherwise ghastly horses draw the biggest excitable awe out of him. He LOVES them. They're beautiful. These aren't like Garfield's shapeshifting animals at all, green and wholesome. These are the kinds of animals that warms his black soul.
The only thing ruining the entire aesthetic (to him) is DMX being blasted all around. The wowed look on his face crumples gently as he comes close and glances up.]
Your entrance selection for such regally terrifying creatures could use some work.
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Do you need more blankets for the cold, by the way?
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...Hi. Sorry, I'm kind of. A little out of it right now.
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RECLAIMS PROMPTO CITY
Only once he's crossed the border out of town and into the woods does he stop to trace his fingers uncertainly over the old familiar bracelet remaining on his left wrist, where even now it still looks a little weird not to have the other. He leaves for the dark because Summer's all hiding and secrets, and it occurs to him he isn't even sure it'll work if he doesn't use her real name.
Prompto's pretty sure he knows what it is, or at least the first part. But when he looks up from his arm and sees the forbidding, end-of-autumn branches scratching out the sky above his head, he decides not to expose her like that to the trees.
Still touching the leather, breathing out wispy clouds in the crisp air, he says:]
I want to see you. Aestas?
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The cobblestone pathways and iron streetlamps likely give away in an instant that she's in Ruga; she's sitting on the steps of one of the winding spiral staircases that leads between the first story and the second of the townhouses there, with a spiral notebook on her knees and a pen in her hand. The magic is centered around her, so it's visible that she's doodling β the proportions are sort of off and the whole thing has an amateurish simplicity to it, but the scene she's sketching is identifiably her surroundings, as though she'd sat down and decided to draw whatever she saw first, and that was what her eyes landed on. There's music playing softly; he might remember the tune as the one she'd identified to him as her favorite, way back when.
But she straightens up visibly a few seconds after the image comes into view, and from the way her eyes immediately go to the bracelet on her wrist, it's apparent she knows she's being watched. Her lip catches behind her teeth; for a second her expression seems to fracture as she wobbles on the precipice of indecision.
But then, at last, she shakes the folds of her cloak free of her arm and closes her eyes, and that same flash of blue magic lights up the band on her own wrist.]
...I guess they work.
[Her shoulders draw in a little, involuntarily; he's seen her do this before, in moments when she's been wary or afraid, curling in on herself like she's readying herself to defend from something bad that's coming.]
H-Hi, Prommy.
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[Tension Prompto didn't even know he carried unwinds in a whoosh, and then he tucks his chin in, embarrassed by it. He still feels... weird. Complicated, after all. But it's good to see her, and he already feels better than he did, waiting in his room at the computer.
He rubs his knuckle under his nose and drops his gaze, kicking idly at the hardening forest floor.]
I-I thought you might've gone into the woods or something. Wasn't really looking forward to trying to find you in there.
[Prompto turns, but hesitates and turns again.]
Uhh, is it okay if I walk away from the... window thing? Will it follow me? If I head back into town, I mean?
[Where it's safer. Where she is.]
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Because so did Vriska, and she is hauling this enormous, incredibly soft and squishy white spider plush through town. It's like three feet from head to questionable spider butt and unwieldy at best to manhandle, so Vriska is in a fine foul mood (and unable to see past it very well) when she literally bumps into someone. ]
Oh fuck, goddammit-- oh, hey, it's you.
[ Vriska is peering around the stupid spider plushie at Summer.
... and noticing the bear. ]
What. Is that.
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[She blinks a little, taking in for the first time the gigantic spider plush in Vriska's arms, and then backs up a step for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with personal space.]
And that is. A giant fucking spider, fuckdamn.
[Guess who's arachonophobic! Yeah!!]
I hope yours at least says something funny on it like "damn trick you spin me right round". You know, spin? Like spinnerets? I'm hilarious.
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You know, it actually is a nice change of pace for once. [ But Vriska's mood quickly sours again as she hefts the stupid floppy spider plush. ] Though I really wish it wasn't because of this fucking thing. Unfortunately for us both, there is nothing funny about it. It is just a horrible piece of garbage that deserves to go straight into a fire.
What's your story?
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Later in the morning than is usually his wont, Prompto can be heard in his and Summer's hideout in Flavo, softly singing snatches of something to the inexpert strumming of a guitar.]
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For example: when she's coming up on the hideout and she hears the sounds of music from the inside, and drops back to listen a little bit before eventually deciding that it's probably okay to interrupt.
Her fingers flick; a little snap of magic erupts near one of the hideout's windows. Music plays, because she's always had a knack for this trick in particular.
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?]
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[The guitar strings jangle and buzz as Prompto yelps and misses his chord, and then he dashes to the window, opening it with wide eyes and the blushing, breathless beginning of a smile.
The guitar's still strung around his neck by a strap, but he only has eyes for her.]
Are you--are you seriously doing the boombox by the window thing?
[Some things transcend dimensions.]
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