prompto coming in for a bro road trip

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W0 : THURSDAY

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[ the FFs can be looking at the apartments. ]

'Twould seem that our hard work wasn't squandered... I had some imagination of what might come after we finished the tasks, but this trumps whatever I could paint in my mind. [ Anyway: ] Shall we?

[brotograph]

It's definitely a step up from that mansion. Think we actually get beds?

[ Giving a nod and he'll lead the way. Opening the door for him. ]

After you.

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Thank you, Ser Prompto.

[ Hmm. ]

Do you wish to pay a visit to your new lodgings first?

W2 : MONDAY

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[ Where are at a location. Spins the wheel, it is the bar. ]

Ser Prompto, are you familiar with... Such taverns?

[brotograph]

I've been to a restaurant with it's own bar, but nothing like this. The decorations are something else. It's like a roadside diner married an oasis.

[ poking some of the tiki decorations. ]

What about you? Been to a... tavern before?

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I see... Then I wonder if this theme would be found anywhere in Gyr Abania. I've paid visit many times, but 'tis not like I've seen all.

[ HE... WILL NOT TOUCH THE TIKIS? ]

Aye, we have one in Ishgard called the Forgotten Knight. Very popular establishment. It also runs as our inn.

[brotograph]

Is it a popular tourist stop?

[ grabbing a tiki mask to hold it over his own face.. he is the tiki now ]

That's quite the name. Did an old knight open it up?

W3 : MONDAY

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[ Help... We can say this is one of the new locations? On the way to the petting zoo, except Aymeric is stuck in a bubble. ]

Be careful, Prompto!

[ Do not get stuck here!! Except do. Unfortunately, the large bubble will consume him too. ]

[brotograph]

[ Petting! Zoo! Anyways, he's stuck in the bubble. ]

Whoa! Why are there so many of these around? Hold on... let me...

[ Time to get bubble vored. Bubbored? ]

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[ Unfortunately. They're both consumed now. Aymeric sighs... ]

We can thank Halone that these do not bring harm, but it would project memories before releasing us. At least, from my experience, that is the bubbles' machinations.

... Do prepare yourself, Prompto. I know not which of my memories it'll display.

[ He touches the surface of the bubble and a burst of color manifests. It's blue and dissipates as the scene twists and shifts.

Dressed in the clothes your parents bought for you, you walk the streets of Ishgard, your home. Her walls tower over you, majestic and great. The knights, too, tower over you and you think of when the time comes where you'll too grow to reach their heights. The men and women who stand ever still, hands on their blades or shields, watching over the Pillars intimidate you yet you feel swelling admiration all the same.

How could you not? You're only a child.

Because you are a child, your parents encourage to make friends with the other noble children. They would be playing in the Hoplon they told you, so you make some hesitant steps there... You feel fairly nervous, forgetting all of your etiquette lessons, but you muster all of your courage to approach them.

Fortunately for you, the other children are tired of pleasantries and decorum. You can talk to them and play like status doesn't matter. You soon forget what noble Houses they come from, lost in all the laughter and fun. It would have been a good day, one you plan to tell your parents, until you catch whispers of adults who pass by.

"Isn't that Thordan's alleged bastard?"

"I thought that was hearsay."

"And yet he wants to ascend the throne as Archbishop..."

"These men who claim to value 'piety' never truly practice the virtue. 'Tis all superficial."

"I see naught wrong here. The child was born before his ascendance and passed off to the Borels."

They're not talking about you, are they?

The other children don't seem to understand, either, but it becomes palpable to you when one of their mothers come to snatch them by the wrist.

"Don't play with him, dear. You'll become dirty and it will bring shame to our House."

She looks at you when she ushers those harsh words. At that moment, you think you understand a little of what's going on. Your parents console you when you confront them on this, telling you no matter what you are still their son. You still think about the whispers you heard that they...

These rumors, they follow you for years, and they grow in number. From the same generation, then your own when your peers no longer have that childish naivety to cloud their eyes.

For all of your efforts,
you will be labeled a bastard — belittled, overlooked, and unwanted son
of the Holy See of Ishgard.

Ah, yes, childhood. ]

okay i am blown away by the amount of work you put into this

[brotograph]

[ He tried. Something. ]

Well, we aren't alone at least.

[ Does he need to prepare himself because Aymeric was a gentleho?

Or not. What he is isn't what he ever expected because who could look at the real life elf charming and think dirty? ]

Wow. Those adults were real assholes, huh?

W4 : MONDAY

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[ Emotion share... The vibe is pleasant! Aymeric, despite ALL THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY, is in good spirits and they're in the cafe. ]

Not as vibrant as the bar, but this place is also quaint.

[ A cake slice comes and emotion share changes to excitement? ]

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[ That's cute ]

It has a nice vibe in here.

[ He's getting a tea. ]

Never pegged you as the sweets type.

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[ He also has a tea... With his cake! But with the question, there's a sheepish emotion. ]

Aye, I'm partial to sweets. 'Tis difficult to lie when I enjoy some sugar with my tea.

[ And also why he enjoyed the sweet beer. ]

w4 friday

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[ He's actually going to be hanging back at the apartment roof, and will even shoot a text Aymeric's way to let him know if he wanted to find him.

Time to stare at the literal void \o/ ]

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Prompto.

[ AYMERIC ARRIVES!! WITH HIM IS A SEA OF GUILT! ]

[brotograph]

[ Did his guilt increase??? ]

Hey... are you feeling bad about November?

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[ NO IT IS THE SAME. There is obvious sadness for the deaths. ]

... 'Tis natural, is it not? To feel for the dead.

W5 : FRIDAY

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[ Aymeric can be found in the music store this fine MURDER DAY, but he's... Well. Static-y. Blurring? But still recognizable. ]

Hello, Prompto.

[brotograph]

[ Is he looking for some L*nk*n P*rk to match his mood?

He'll approach to touch staticy. Aiming for his arm and not a boob thanks ]

Hey... This really sucks.

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[ No, it is Space Jam to remember Meteion. Prompto can touch his arm. ]

... It does. [ Not the word he would use himself, but he gets it. ] I thought of everyone here, she would survive, but that was foolish of me.

In war, anyone can be prisoner and victim, likewise here in the Prism.

[ He puts on a vinyl and it plays Flow (video has endwalker spoilers). ]

[brotograph]

[ Our Space Jam. ]

Same... I was pretty sure of all from our room, it'd probably be me. But they really don't get a choice here.

[ He'll go quiet as he listens to the music ]

W6 : SUNDAY

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Prompto,

I apologize for texting you on this day, especially with all that transpired, but I wanted to inquire about Meteion's belongings. The dead had been asking for a "santa hat" which I know not of, but I do remember Clarte finding a "santa" coat early weeks. They said they gifted it to her.

I've already sent a letter to the dead to tell them to ask her, but I also wish to do my due diligence on our side. Do you mind asking Mistress Ruby to search Sunrise with you?

'Tis an overlong day with much sorrow, I understand. However, this is paramount. Thank you.

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Hey, it's cool
A distraction is pretty nice actually
Because everything

I'll ask her real quick if she's seen something like that.

How are you by the way?
Like for real reals.
You don't have to be the lord around me.

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I am not the one who had their life showcased to the public... But I am saddened by Danny's end. He was only a child.