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test drive meme #15

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to knock you out, drag you back to its cave, and hang you upside down for some reason. This time, the Door has brought in a number of Wampas, from the Star Wars movies.

Wampas are large and furry, in order to stay warm and alive on their native ice planet of Hoth. While their white fur helps them blend in at home, it's less helpful in Hadriel - but that's fine! They're giant and terrifying with big claws and teeth, they don't really need camouflage too. They'll be more than happy to hunt you down - and if they don't eat you right there, they could knock you out and take you home for a later meal. If you wake up in a wampa cave, let's hope you remembered your lightsaber.]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: WE'RE ALL PISSED OFF HERE
[For some reason, something's just pissing you off today. It's something weird, too, something that wouldn't normally bother you at all. Maybe it's jackets or buildings with too many windows. Maybe it's animals or the simple act of sleeping. Whatever it is, it's total bullshit and you hate it.

What are you gonna do about it? Smash some windows? Kick a puppy? Or hey, maybe you'll run across someone who hates that thing just as much as you do, and you'll make a new friend! Or a new enemy, if they're wearing that most horrible of wardrobe items, a jacket.

This is a mini version of our Why Do You Have To Be Mad? event this month!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON
[Generosity and charity have infected the city! And hey, that's a good thing, right? Hadriel could use a little more kindness. Who knows what's causing it - Delight is probably bored - but whatever it is, maybe it's affected you, too.

If it has, you'll be inspired by the desire to give gifts to your friends, your family, that stranger across the street. Of course, Hadriel doesn't have a lot of gift shops, so... well, maybe you should just give them the shirt off your back? Or hey, smash a shop window and grab that can of beans, they'll love that! You could even steal your friend's favorite jacket and give it to your other friend. How generous of you!

Or maybe you're totally unaffected, and a complete stranger just ran up to you on the street and tried to give you a shirt they ripped off their friend. It's, uh. Not weird. Aren't you gonna say thank you?]

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[Scenario I.]

[An inexplicable fear seizes Regis' heart with a strength he never known before. Something is amidst here within these foreign streets and Regis could feel it within his very bones.

Trepidation clings to his every step as he ventures down these unfamiliar sidewalks in search for any place to seek refuge. The dull memory of Glauca's blade piercing his chest haunts him even now as he crosses back from the bleakness of death to the convexity of life. He clutches the collar of his cloak together a tad tighter than before once a terrible shiver races down his spine. Every so often, the royal would glance over his shoulder when he hears something scurrying about within the dark.

Regis could barely see a thing out here, an unfortunate truth. He had hoped to come across others but the streets are barren. There's no one here, only him and whatever is stalking him.

His pace quickens but only slightly.

Regis' wounded knee makes it difficult to walk despite the aid of the bronze scepter he has in tow. The king finds himself stopping every so often to catch his breath. It's the pain that's bothering him. Had he been brought back in his youth, Regis would've easily combed through this city by now. However, the adverse effects of the Crystal's magic stolen what was left of his youth and aged him. This is why he seeks shelter so desperately now.

There's no possible way he could defend himself from the monster that hunts him, not without his magic. The Crystal is too distant for him to call upon and the Royal Arms heed a new master now; his son.]

It comes. [Regis whispers through gritted teeth once the shuffling behind him grows more fervorous. He quickly ducks behind the safety of a brick wall eroded by time upon the right of him. The king lingers there for a time in absolute silence as the hungry growls of the beast become louder.

In between the cracks upon the wall, he spots a slither of white detailing his foe for the first time.]

Upon Death's march, a white ghoul hungers.

[He mutters ever so quietly to himself as he watches from in between the cracks.]

[Scenario III.]

...M-My pardon?

[The look upon the king's face is absolutely priceless as he stares at this half-naked man with a look akin to muted horror. It's not often that Regis looks so aghast. Then again, it's not often that some random bloke gifts him with a pair of pants.

A pair of pants that they oh-so-causally took off to present to him. That's a first. The first and the bloody damn last time, Regis hopes.

He stares down at the prostrated middle-aged man with absolute look exasperation upon his face. Honestly, who makes this garbage up? Regis slowly runs his hand over his face with a deep sigh.

This is absurd!]

Arise. You embarrass not only yourself but me in turn with such antics.

[ He can't question how he got here. Noctis has done that far enough in the past weeks, winding up in places he would have never known of prior to the requirements of his inevitable ascension. But that makes this no less unnerving... Noctis found himself alone before. Deep within a fortress in hopes of locating the Crystal and his best friend.Wandering streets by himself should be no different... but not being able to find Prompto prior to this has him tense, uncomfortable, and angry. That's why he's bothered about not knowing where he is. ]

[ Now something sinister is lurking in the dark. ]

Great. Just what I needed.

[ Not to mention he's out of his weapons. Thankfully, his father's sword and the Ring of Lucii keeps him company. Noctis hand clenches into a fist, the power within the ring still causing him pain and discomfort. Noctis comes to a halt when he hears the creak of metal, the King's brace. But he doesn't connect the sound, given his father's passing. He hisses, clenching the handle of his sword. ]

Damn it... Show yourself! Quit playing games and get this over with!

[A voice?! An oddly familiar voice at that!

Regis was just about to call out when a terrifying roar answers the newcomer instead. The beast that was stalking him found a new prey.

An enormous white monster suddenly appears from the shadows with great big horns and ugly unsightly teeth marred with the blood of its victims. It turns towards Noctis giving Regis the time necessary to make his escape. The monster is nothing like either of them ever seen before. Its fur is completely white like fresh fallen snow with specks of red dotting the fur. The eyes and claws are black like ink, a fearsome juxtaposition to the purity of its pelt. The beast is all muscle, claws and fur. A dangerous creature with a savage hungry that knows no bounds.

Taken by shock, Regis actually trips and spills to the ground in an ungraceful heap with a cry. The Wampa turns its ugly head from the prince and glances behind him. If it hadnt been the scent of blood that caught its nose, the Wampa would've attacked Noctis first but Regis is injured. His wounded knee is bloody.

The monster knows which is the easier prey and it lunges for Regis quickly with a speed unknown.]

Edited 2016-12-30 18:47 (UTC)

[ His knuckles glow white with their tight grip, the sounds of a blood-curdling roar signifying that the creature is close and hungry. Noctis has seen all of this before. Fought with the nastiest foes and walked away with equally nasty injury. He has seen enough of it, experienced enough to know that fear is meant to be harnessed. Not catered to with coddling or sitting around. While Noctis' adjustment to his fears and discomforts have been a work in progress, he feels confidence in facing what lies ahead.]

[ With a hiss through gritted teeth, he charges through the dark. It's then that the creature itself comes into view. Certainly nothing he has seen before, but the smell of blood is familiar enough to recognize he can face this with the same attitude as other creatures. Noctis sees the monster from behind, happy to visualize its open as he phases quickly forward. He appears in mid-air, above the foul thing where it can turn its head. The higher Noctis goes, the more he sees that it is not just himself and the monster. It was prepared to feast. ]

[ His vantage point provides little lighting, but enough to see who is on the floor. Noctis' eyes widen, time seems to slow down despite the creature veering it's ugly head on him as he hovers pre-slash of his blade. ]

... Dad?

[ His brows furrow, stomach sick as his mind immediately becomes smothered in clouds. Regis, the King, was dead. Murdered by the Empire while a Noctis traveled miles away. It's quick and easy to become distracted, especially in seeing that while he is apparently alive? He's injured and helpless. ]

[ But time is not moving slow. It is in his own perspective that it had been, but the monster itself works quick. Distracted, the creature is able to swing its large, furry arm his way. The prince is struck hard, straight in the middle where he's sent flying to the tune of a loud roar. Noctis comes crashing, skidding across the dirt while the sword once belonging to the king goes flying and clattering to the floor. ]

Noctis?

[He says his son's name like a prayer in total disbelief.

There's no possible way that's his son. No. Noctis is far away from this living hell. Miles away, even. He sent his boy away to spare him from the chaos that was bound to brew after the peace signing. Regis wasn't a fool, he knew the Emperor wouldn't keep his end of the bargain. That much the King knew when Aldercapt sent his the accursed Chancellor as his messenger.

Peace, laughable. For the sake of his people and for the sake of Lady Lunafreya herself, Regis took that chase to have her whisked away from harm before giving his life to his enemies. All of this was to aid Noctis in his future journey to bring light back into the world. That's why he stares at his son with muted disbelief now.

Noctis isn't supposed to be here. Neither of them.]

Noctis, look out!

[Regis yells as he reaches for the fallen sword with the speed of a younger man. He grips the hilt of his blade with sturdy hands and hastily charges at the Wampa from behind. The beast was about to swing at Noctis again. It turned its fury upon the prince once appeared. This monster was about to slash at Noctis with its massive claws until suddenly a shrill shriek is torn from its throat as Regis's sword slices the monster's arm clean off. With immaculate precision thanks to his training in his younger days, Regis manages to slice through the beast's arm like a hot knife through butter. It's savagely brutal to behold and blood is splattered upon the across the ground within mere seconds.

Regis stands there with sword at hand ready to face this brute on his own despite his wounds. He places himself between his heir and the howling Wampa like a mock shield. This accursed fiend isn't going to lay a single hand upon his son ever again.

He'll make certain of it.]

Edited (i'm a prima donna about icons---) 2016-12-30 21:35 (UTC)

[ The wind is nearly effectively knocked out of him, and for a second Noctis' vision is skewed and blurred. He rolls onto his belly, prepared to push himself back on his feet but nothing seems to work. How the hell is his father alive? His death was confirmed! Done! Yet here he is, hand at the sword that is rightfully his. It's like something out of a dream, and the look of disbelief and hurt is clear as day even with their distance.]

[ But there isn't time. Not now and not while this creature still lives and hungers. He winces as the beast prepares for its next hit, weaponless save for the ring that currently burns his finger. His focus is off, for now, but the instant that he sees his father cut through the beast like clay? His adrenaline takes over. ]

I'm fine! Move!

[ Noctis is back on his feet quick, rushing away from the blood that begins to spray and pour all over. It splatters his arms and face, soaks into his clothes before he can run off fast enough. There will be time for them to discuss what's happened here, what's before them, after they've survived. It's shocking to see his father fight, and Noctis manages to question how he's able to. He's just as capable of worrying about his condition. ]

[ The creature screeches as its arm falls with a thud, still alive and very much angered. It shifts its attention to Regis, stomping forward with great speed as it seeks to use its remaining arm. Noctis grunts, terrified of what might happen again to his father. He runs, nearly losing footing as he slips on blood. He's not going to witness his father get hurt. Even if him being real at this point is up for debate. ]

Now!!

[ He swallows his fear, for now, urging Regis to get out of the line of fire as he holds his hand up high. He hisses as the ring begins to glow, the rest of him beginning to do the same when his feet lift from the ground. A bright and sinister glow comes about the creature, magenta and hot until Noctis flashes forward, phasing before his father as the light engulfs the Wampa and burns it alive. It's sucked through, effectively gone with a loud CRACK. ]

[ And just like that, it's done. Noctis lands on his feet again, arms alight with embers and ash and his eyes glowing in the dark. Exhausted, worn down, and his head still cloudy as ever. It's still an ability he isn't used to. Noctis' back is turned momentarily as he pants heavily, struggled to gather himself, just before he turns his gaze to his father. ]

[ And he stares. Speechless. Bewildered. And hurt. ]

[It's him, it's really Noctis!

At first, Regis thought all of this to be a strange hallucination on his part but the urgency in his son's words proves that this is all too real. The thunderous steps of the charging Wampa shakes the King at his brief reprieve. For the life of him, Regis manages to dive out of the fiend's way but landing on that wounded knee earns a cry from him. He's hurting but the pain is only a momentary distraction at best to him.

The King's more concerned for his son above anything else.]

Be careful!

[He yells in hopes that his son doesn't jeopardize himself needlessly. Noct always been a tad reckless but the thought of losing him isn't something Regis can bear. No, not again. The prophecy had doomed them both, the Gods have doomed the royal line of Lucis to fall. Regis cannot risk losing his son again to Fate's fickleness.

That would be exceeding cruel.

Thankfully, it seems that fortune is in their favor once Noct takes command the ring.]

The Ring of Lucii...

[His eyes widen in shock. Lunafreya, the Oracle, she...fulfilled her duty.

That explains why he couldn't summon his magic here. His son now commands the ring. An odd mixture of pride and worry fills Regis as he watches Noctis. He always knew Noct had what it took to fulfill his destiny but to see him do so right before his very eyes is something of a feat to behold. He feels proud of his son but terribly worried. That ring comes with a cost that no normal man would want to pay. The memory of that fiendish trinket upon his finger still causes his bones to ache.

Brought back to reality once he hears Noctis gasping for air, Regis quickly (as fast as a near-cripple can go) and embraces his son. This is the first time in a long time since he hugged Noctis like this. He could see the shock and hurt within those bright blue eyes and it pains him. Regis hugs Noct as tightly as he could, his arms wrapped around the young prince wordlessly expressing his relief.]

Edited (drops more "feels" bombs) 2016-12-30 22:51 (UTC)

[ Aftermath of the ring's use is painful, exhausting. And he's surprised he's even able to stand each time it's used. But here he is. The burning across his arms flares and stings, his vision blurred as his eyes slowly shift back to their normal color. For a moment, Noctis is mainly shell-shocked and hardly noticed Regis surging his way foreward. ]

[ Noctis grits his teeth, immediately feeling his gut wrench again and he takes a sharp inhale as he sees him come closer. No. No this is a trick. All of this is a trick! He'd been convinced he found Prompto, only to be made a fool by Ardyn's devious trickery. This is just some stupid fucking ploy to find a crack in his armor. And to make a dent. All of this is. ]

Wait--

[ Noctis chokes on the word, his voice cracking and paIned, but the king has him in a tight embrace before he can say any more. His skin continues to burn, though the glow slowly subsides as the rings power fizzles and seeks slumber once more. His arms hang at their respective sides, and his eyes are wide when he feels Regis arms engulf him. This is a trick. This is a trick! ]

Cut it out! You're not--

[ He expects Regis to drop his appearance and shift to the MT Noctis expects him to be. To shift back and explode, a ticking fucking time bomb. The king's beloved son tenses in his arms, fists clenched though he's incapable of movement. The shock, turmoil, and disbelief has him terrified but unable to move. There's no fucking way. ]

I know what you're trying to do, Ardyn, and it's not going to work!

[ His voice cracks again, and it's then that he tries to pry from Regis' arms, fighting so hard to not lose his mind and start sobbing. ]

Noctis. [His voice is stern but soothing.] It's me, Noct. It's me, your father.

[Regis tries his best to console his son when he starts struggling but all of it is in vain. His son is a grown man now and he actually manages to push him back with enough strength to almost make him fall. Thankfully, Regis manages to balance himself after staggering a bit but that wounded knee of his comes back to remind him of his age with a sharp ache.]

Noct?

[Seeing his son in such distress honestly causes Regis to lose his composure. He's shocked and terrified. What in the hell happened to Noct prior to his arrival here? Did he not just mention the chancellor's name just now?

His face blanches. Just what did 'Ardyn Izunia' do to his son? That's the question that plagues Regis' mind as he stares at Noctis.]

Edited 2016-12-31 00:05 (UTC)

[ He hears him, feels him, and there's a warmth there that is completely undeniable. Noctis can't completely find it within himself to deny that this is real... but there is so much working against him. How is his father alive? And just where exactly are they? ]

[ As Regis wobbles back, nearly falling from Noctis' force, there's a quality that sticks with him. Something that the phony Prompto hadn't done upon contact. Regis remained, and there were so many qualities about him that seemed too real to ignore. Too real to ignore now. ]

What...

[ Arden sought to break him in that fortress. Made him run through chambers and halls where MT monsters followed and chased him. Choked and struck him. He's better than this. He's better than the manipulation the Chancellor tried to succeed in. And when the color literally leaves the King's face in pure horror, it's clear to him that Noctis is... wrong. His voice cracks again with that word, that question. ]

[ But finally, finally, it hits him. There are plenty of questions against Regis' existence, but no stable argument as to him being a fake. Noctis takes a step forward, halting quickly when his hand lifts and hesitantly reaches, It quickly starts to tremble. ]

D... Dad.

[ Immediately, his throat is sore. Burning. There's less and less doubt the longer he stands before the king. It's painful, relieving, and... hard to grasp. Noctis looks completely shell shocked and bewildered, and as his hand falls to his side again, he takes another step. ]

Is it really--

[ He can hardly speak, and something sounding close to profanity spills from his lips as he surges forward and reaches out to grab Regis once more. He hugs him tight, as if to physically confirm his solid form. He hisses through gritted teeth as he buries his face against the curve of the king's shoulder. Like a lost child, like the prince he had to stop being in lieu of having to become king. ]

Dad!

[ Holding back was never his strong suit. Noctis immediately begins to sob, tears flowing freely. Even if Regis isn't truly real, he needs this.]

[The words Regis desperately wants to say die upon his lips every time he attempts to speak. There's just so much pain and anguish within his son's eyes that it honestly makes him weep. He can't breathe right now.

The soul crushing guilt he has within is starting to take form. Regis never wanted his son to suffer like this.

He never wanted Noct to suffer. Fate is a cruel beast, crueler than any men. When the king lost his wife to illness only days after Noctis was born, he wept. When his son laid unconscious from the injuries he suffered by the blades of the Marilith, he wept. When the Crystal told him that the Gods above picked his son to be their Chosen One, he wept. But now, Regis finds himself listening to his son cry instead and he cannot help but join him. This is a miserable tale forged from endless tragedy. An odyssey of unspeakable cruelty handed by fate.

Regis gently caresses his fingers through those choppy raven locks gently as he pats the prince's back. He knows his son is in great pain, he can feel it. The sorrow that Noctis has is mirrored within himself but Regis' sobs are quiet in-comparison. He holds the youth in his arms with as much love as he bestowed Noctis all those years ago.]

I'm so sorry.

[He whispers ever so quietly as he tries to hug all this awful pain away. Regis knows that forgiveness may not come easy but he hopes that deep within his son's wounded heart, that he will forgive him someday.

That's his honest wish.]

[ Not once did Noctis harbor ill feelings for his father. But he absolutely couldn't help but be angry that his father had sent him away in lieu of an attack that Regis himself had predicted. There were outbursts, but Gladio had made a fine point. Regis was trying to be a good father, to soften the blow the only way he knew how. Knowing that his son was born for a far greater purpose, he did the best he could. How could Noctis continue to harbor anger after that? ]

[ No... No, after that, he could only feel despair. Disappointment. Part of Noctis couldn't help but take blame for all of this. But he didn't exactly decide to be the Chosen either. It's a heavy burden to carry, and parts of him would give anything to just go back and change things. But the reality of his responsibility hits, and he realizes he's meant to do so much more. For his kingdom. For his family. ]

[ But that doesn't cease the tears. Or the sobbing. Which seems to only increase to a level he can't quite manage to stop. Noctis weeps into his father's shoulder, fingers latching and digging into the fabric of his robes. His body gives way, practically leaning into him when his knees buckle and shake. His entire frame is shivering, and he's so sick to his stomach that he isn't sure if relief even exists here right now. ]

[ Noctis tries to speak, but he can't. Words are caught in his throat, where he often has a hard time finding the right ones anyway. All he can do is focus on the way this feels, hang on to the very solid person that holds him. He recalls the way he wept after killing the Marilith. The way he just couldn't stop thinking of his father and missing him painfully so. It's not just the inevitable of becoming King in his place, it's that a young man lost his dad. And nothing prepares you for that. ]

[For a second there, Regis swore his son was going to faint. Once the prince almost goes limp against him, Regis carefully lowers Noct to a sitting position. He joins him quickly and does his best to soothe the hurt away. While his tears were slowly drying at last, Regis feels as if Noctis' tears have just begun to fall.

He let's the youth sob against his shoulder while whispering words of comfort, soft mutterings in a tongue forgotten by history's scribes. It's something he used to do when Noct was little. Whenever the prince awoke teary eyed from a nightmare following the Marilith incident, Regis would always rush to his side and hold him. As a king, Regis is cold and stern but towards Noctis; he's warm and loving.

A faint sigh escapes Regis as he nuzzles his cheek against that nest of black hair. He takes a moment to collect himself before pulling away just enough so be could cup Noctis' cheeks. His hands are warm and gentle as they always been, but slightly rough from old calluses earned from his heydays in the Old War.]

My dearest son. [He begins with such sigh.] I apologize for the heartache you feel. I never meant to break the gentle heart that beats within. I never meant to make you sob in such anguish.

This misery you feel, I...I feel it too but we mustn't give into it. We mustn't let it consume us.

[A smile briefly graces his lips as he uses his thumbs to brush the tears off his son's cheeks.]

I'm here now, Noct. You needn't fear.

[ He is tired. So very tired from... Everything. From the loss of his home, his family, and Lunafreya, Noctis still feels as though he hasn't slept in weeks. Months maybe. And so when he practically gives way against his father, it's hardly intentional. He falls into it, doesn't even realize that he's been made to sit until he feels himself practically be cradled. It's a gesture that he hasn't experienced since being a boy, which is acceptable considering that he's a grown man. But his age has never stopped his father from being affectionate and caring. Regis always was... ]

[ Noctis exhales a pained, crackled sort of sound when his sobbing continues. Still in disbelief that this is actually happening, the results of the Citadel's fall seem to flood him and threaten to make him drown. It's then that Regis stroked his hair and whispers words that immediately take him back. Back to a time of bandages, heavy blankets and empty, vast halls. But hallways that echoed and always sent signal to an attentive father who always ran to his aid in the dark of night. The words were always strange to him, but soothing. The tears continue to flow freely, but the sobbing almost immediately subsides. A young man in his twenties reacts to muscle memory that stuck so strongly to a young boy confined to a bed with weak muscles. Regis shifts him, moves to hold his face. But while Noctis continues to cry, he is silent against his words. ]

[ He's hushed like a child, soothed like a child, but his pain sticks to his features like a scar. Noctis is seated on his knees before the king, face framed within his grasp. ]

I could have fought for you. There was so much more I could have done, and you just--

You smiled while I took off! You knew the entire time.

[ Another sob, but one that is softer than the others. Noctis closes his eyes and looks down, hissing through gritted teeth. ]

I get it... but I don't want to.

Edited 2016-12-31 04:41 (UTC)

[His brow creases with worry as Noctis speaks. He knows of his son's bravery quite well. Noctis would've fought the Empire til his dying breath, a fate that Regis didn't want. The king knows his son loves him dearly and because of that truth, Regis knew he had to send him away.]

I would not have my only heir die beside in battle. Noctis, you are the future and the Last of the Lucian Kings. My sacrifice was mine to make, and I wasn't going to lose you to Aldercapt's madness.

[His words are honest but stern. He will not humor the thought of losing his son in such a manner.]

I'm aware that you didn't want such a burden upon your shoulders but Eos, our world, is worth more than my life.

[Regis tears up a little as he leans forward to embrace his son again.]

Oh, Noct. How I wish I could've gone with you. I deeply apologize but I needed to keep their focus off you.

[ Despite the way his everything hurts in the face of what has come of their lives... Despite the way his father makes a firm point that he merely wanted the best for his son and for the chosen? Noctis' tears manage to finally cease. It is not without a fair fight to end them, however, and Noctis can't help the hiss that follows his desperate attempt. He reaches to grasp his father's hand, clenching his fingers around it, closing his eyes for but a moment to gather himself. ]

[ The fate that was set not just for himself, but for the Crown City, was something that he would not have ultimately been able to stop. His father knew what he was doing, knew what was coming, and the path that he had taken was likely the only one available. He had no other choice. ]

[ But damn it, that doesn't make this any easier. ]

I know.

[ He finally opens his eyes, locking his gaze to him. Noctis takes in every little quality of this moment, having long-since realized that he had taken his father's attentiveness and dedication for granted. ]

[ But his gut sinks again. Noctis feels a weight that seeks to crush him and destroy him. He has lost so much since the Citadel's fall, and his father is just one of many victims to the Empire's greed. ]

[ His brow furrows, expression still pained. ]

Luna...

She's gone.

[A gentle smile lingers briefly upon Regis' face as he holds Noct's hand. He caresses the back of the youth's hand ever so gently with warm feather light touches. Regis is quiet as Noctis takes a moment to regain his composure. The prince needs a minute to collect himself. His poor son almost cried himself to sickness. It was honestly frightening to see his precious son sob like that.

Regis' heart feels so heavy. His son is in so much pain and it kills him to see him this broken.

Ardyn better pray that he'll never find him. That monster better pray...!]

Of course you do, Noct. [His smile fades somewhat.] I know you do.

[A deep sigh leaves him as he keeps stroking Noct's hand. He was about to suggest they take their leave of these cold streets until his son spoke. Those bright green eyes widen in shock at the mention of Lady Lunafreya and another deep wound is struck against him internally.

She's dead? Lunafreya...died?

Regis let's out a raspy gasp. Oh, how he failed her! He failed to protect Lunafreya, failed to protect her queen mother and her dear brother. The king lamented for years over his failures but he always held hope that he would rescue the poor princess.]

I...I am sorry, Noctis.

[His hands quake a little. Lunafreya was such a...vibrant young princess. He loved her like a daughter and simply wanted to save her from the grim fate the Gods had in store. Lunafreya and his son should've been able to live in peace without experiencing such tragedy.

They would've been...so happy together. A beautiful couple.]

Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII | Final Fantasy XV

Scenario one. (IM HURT)

(THIS IS GOING DOWN LIKE A GREEK TRAGEDY)

(AS IF IT WASNT ALREADY ONE TO BEGIN WITH. CRIES)

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