[ 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
[ He smiles, but he can't outwardly agree with Prompto. That would be unbecoming of him. ]
... The nobles of Ishgard cared much for lineage and legitimacy. My home is quite conservative in that respect, though you oft find men and women entertaining dalliances before marriage. 'Twould all disappear when they wed, as if none of it happened.
no i had to run to mods to be like DID YOU SEE THIS SHIT LOOK AT IT
[ What if Prompto deserves it or thinks he might? ]
I ran into another friend of ours who said that they were all worried sick for me. I hope it's true, but I could also understand why they wouldn't want to see me again.
Well, you know. He's going through some stuff and I'm keeping a pretty big secret from him. So... I wouldn't really blame him if he actually did hate me.
Dragons? [ Well... close enough ] With us it was the Niflheim Empire. They have a long list of things they have done which include killing people that my friends care for.
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disestablishment) wrote2022-02-13 12:42 pm
W3 : MONDAY
Be careful, Prompto!
[ Do not get stuck here!! Except do. Unfortunately, the large bubble will consume him too. ]
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Whoa! Why are there so many of these around? Hold on... let me...
[ Time to get bubble vored. Bubbored? ]
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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.
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
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?
stop
... The nobles of Ishgard cared much for lineage and legitimacy. My home is quite conservative in that respect, though you oft find men and women entertaining dalliances before marriage. 'Twould all disappear when they wed, as if none of it happened.
no i had to run to mods to be like DID YOU SEE THIS SHIT LOOK AT IT
Screw all of that noise. They are just hypocritical jackasses. Hope they are kicking themselves after seeing how amazing you are.
[ Don't give them the time of day though, dude ]
no....... stop.... they can read my pcs already
You need not defend me so ardently, Prompto. Ishgard now... She's different. The people have accepted me despite my origins.
In fact, they would see me fit to be Speaker for the House of Lords.
will smiths at your stuff
[ Interrupting memory time! Buy some snow. Get a nightmare for free.
Also get Prompto no longer smiling. ]
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The rest is sad? And he squints— ]
Your friend... He casted you off the train?
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He's just going to look away while swinging his arms a little at his side. ]
Uh, yeah. Didn't get the chance to find out why, but it wasn't like Noct at all.
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... I'm sure there must be a good reason for it. From flashes of your memories, I could see your band is close and intimate.
[ Aymeric firmly believes in Prompto, to be honest. ]
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I ran into another friend of ours who said that they were all worried sick for me. I hope it's true, but I could also understand why they wouldn't want to see me again.
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[ Hewwo? ]
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... Is this secret about who you are?
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Yeah, it is. Is there a group of people or an enemy nation where you're from?
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[ sometimes you were dragon-hating elves. ]
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And that's where I'm from originally.
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... It can be difficult for those hurt to understand, but one's home does not define them or their beliefs.