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[regisrex]

A little while after this.

Noct?

[ He was texting while moving between the houses, and thinking, too, and here he is, checking in on his son. ]

perma-action;

[warpstriking]

[He's sitting on the couch, head hanging over the back and running his hands down his face when he hears the door open. He's a little mad at himself that he didn't realize he'd accidentally pressed the audio option for responding to that entry.

He'll likely reply to it, for real and on purpose later, but... right now he needs to calm down. Just the thought of that son of a bitch is enough to rile him up. And the voice that calls his name is enough to at least start reeling in those thoughts for now (hopefully without the line snapping).]

...Hey, Dad.

[What a way to start off Father's Day, huh. He sits up, hands dropping to his lap. The iMog's off for now and on the table because he doesn't trust himself to not throw it and, well, break it. He doesn't feel like flying off to get it replaced right now.]

[regisrex]

Hey yourself. Are you all right?

[ Soft, but attentive, and he moves to sit near him.

What is this Father's Day you are talking about but also... yup. Family, apparently.

Not that Regis has been brought up to speed about that. ]

Mayhap after the Regis/Noct bit?? You decide.

[hashtagdaddy]

[He knew that Noctis would likely be the most affected of all of them (minus Prompto - shit he needs to check on blondie too) so after hearing the clatter of ... something, Gladio rushes out of his room to find Noct.]

Hey. [Ah, eloquence.]

You alright? [A large hand comes to rest on Noct's shoulder, and a gentle squeeze follows its landing.]

Makes a bit more sense if Gladio sees him first considering the walk between houses

[warpstriking]

[Gladio's there just in time to see Noctis turn off the device before punching the wall. Not hard enough to leave a dent, but... he's shaking in a barely held-back anger and frustration. Noctis has been keeping tabs on the linkshell like he always has since they arrived, but to see that name now of all times... To see that the bastard had not only worked to destroy their world, but another...?

The thought's interrupted when he feels that hand on his shoulder. Noct instinctively leans into it at the gentle squeeze.

He nearly snaps back, but holds his tongue for a moment. Trying to decide if he should even bother opening up. Especially since his own concern for Prompto and now Ravus making things all the more complicated.

The entire time he's staring straight ahead, before finally admitting with a sigh:] Not really.

After the mention of Ardyn on the network.

[spaceforged]

Noctis.

Hey. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I'm here for you either way.

[warpstriking]

[It's... a while, before he gets the chance to respond. Between his father and Gladio, he's a little preoccupied and his device was turned off until he thought he was calm enough to check everything else in that thread. He has to know. He can't be left in the dark about what that bastard's done, even if it isn't the same one he knows.

But before he gets back to it, he sees he has another message.]

Shiro.

Thanks. Take it you saw that linkshell entry, too?

Action

[chocobosnap]

[It's always about the airships in this world and while Prompto isn't a fan he's slightly getting acclimated so he doesn't freak out completely, only partially.

But he's still uncomfortable and he doesn't want to ride along on his own. So Prompto flops down next to Noctis with a sigh.]

This place is so weird.

[warpstriking]

[He knows, bro. He would have flown the Regalia if he could, but today was just not a day he trusts himself behind the wheel. That, and he wasn't about to force Felix to fly this great a distance. He's leaning against a wall, legs crossed as he looks out the window. Hoping the others don't catch on to this way of getting him out of bed any time soon.

When Prompto sits down beside him, he raises an eyebrow. Before chuckling.]

Tell me about it.

19th of July, the Camp

[regalblaze]

When Noctis arrived at the camp with Gladio in tow, Ignis was this close to breaking into a fit of anger. Mostly at Gladio too. But, Noct was asleep in the car and he didn't deserve to be woken by Ignis' indignation towards Gladio. He will get yelled later after Ignis is done taking care of his King.

He managed to maneuver Noct into the tent (with help of Ebony and Ivory) and then left him to sleep after taking off his boots and the jacket. It was summer, so there was just a light sheet as a cover. He didn't want to wake him up even when dinner rolled around, knowing that this kind of trip probably wore him down to the bone.

He did save food for him though- some grilled fish and baked potatoes.

But, he can eat when he rests. In the meantime, Ignis is sitting at the entrance of the door, clicking his tongue at two buttons that came loose from Noct's jacket. He has a bit of time to spare to fix it.

[warpstriking]

Honestly, it probably would have been justified considering the note he left on the fridge that morning when he followed the dumbass out the back unheard and unseen. But, when he finally starts to stir, it takes him a moment to realize he's not in the car or near it's water-soaked makeshift parking spot now. He squints, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings. A... tent? He grunts, sitting up and checking the time on the iMog. Ugh, just great.

Noctis rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep threatening to pull him back under. He- needs to check on the others.

That's when he hears a tut coming from outside. Raising an eyebrow, and seeing his boots sitting there beside the entrance of the tent, he disregards them for a moment and pokes his head out. Ah, Ignis. He should have known.

"Was gonna take care of that when I got up," he mutters with a yawn. "But.... Thanks, Iggy."

Sooo how much trouble is he in for this.

August 15th - Early morning - spoilers for s6, video

[spaceforged]

[The slate beeps at 4 in the morning with a familiar name. Twice before it turns to video. Shiro looks like he's seen better days. He's sitting on the edge of a window sill in the temporary housing. His shirt is tied up to hide the stump left of his right arm. White hair falls into his steel grey eyes and he sighs.]

You were right. What happened to Castor happened to me. I caught up with the rest of my team...I think Hunk will be out soon too.

We're parked here in Center just in case. [He stares down at the floor and looks up, smiling just a little bit.] Sorry to worry you...and hope they didn't miss me too much at work.

perma-video, holy--

[warpstriking]

[Noctis hasn't slept that well. Not since they both disappeared. Too many of those close to him have lately, and before then, it was only Castor who returned.

Until today, apparently.

Noctis nearly fell off the bed, and likely would have had someone not been clinging to him in his sleep. Blearily, he looks over to the other person in bed with him before slipping out quietly, placing his doll in his arms in his stead. He mutes the device, before grabbing a t-shirt and pants, dressing, and climbing out the window and up to the roof.

Who the hell would be calling at this hour...? Did work need him to fill in for Shi-

...Oh.

He replays the message real quick before turning on the feed.]

Titan's ass, you look like shit. [Understatement of the year. He rubs at his eyes, trying to shrug off his best friend: sleep.] You'd have to ask 'em yourself, though with both you and Hunk disappearing almost at the same time, schedules got moved around a bit.

[He pauses, then smiles sleepily.] You're back and mostly in one piece. Hopefully, so will Hunk. That's what matters.

August 30th

[regalblaze]

'The cake will come in later', Ignis thought with a firm nod as he pulled back and inspected the items on the small table in Noct's room then nodded.

It... wasn't much. But then again, Noctis never asked for anything for his birthday. Ignis just wanted to make sure it's marked and remembered, as it should be. And the gifts he left for him are something that Noctis enjoys, he made sure of it.

On a plate, he placed two pastries- another attempt at guessing the flavor of those that Noct had a long time ago. But he somehow doubts that he will get it right. So the filling is with his second next favorite- blueberries and wide arrangement of wild berries. And next to them is the real gift.

A round fish bowl, medium-sized, with two beautiful, blue fishes with long, silky fins, floating in and around their small rock castle. The bowl has sparkling rocks on the bottom and some grass as decoration, while the top of the bowl is wrapped with blue bowl.

He leans a note against the bowl as well, written and signed in elegant handwriting and nods in satisfaction. He needs to go back to work and finish up the real birthday cake but... he had to do this. Because he always did. With a small smile, he closes the door to the room and leaves for work.

[warpstriking]

[Noctis wakes up at about 10:20am. It's not every day that they just let him sleep in instead of waking him at five or six hundred hours. Noct squints at the light of the sun outside the window, rubbing his eyes. Nngh, what time...?

He reaches over to grab his iMog but instead his fingers brush against paper and cool glass. He blinks, rolling over to see the second present he receives this morning; the two fish briefly take his breath away and he smiles faintly at the attempt at his favorite dessert for breakfast. Ahh... Ignis. That explains it. He rubs his eyes, waiting for the haze to clear before he checks the note.]

August 9th, shortly after 700 hours - Audio

[immortalmarshal]

Noctis.

Ignis told me what happened. I presume you've made it to Arito by now?

[There's a heavy pause.]

I.
I'm sorry...for not being there for you both.

[warpstriking]

[There's a lengthy pause before Noctis responds. Mostly because he decided to sit on the roof of his friend's house when he does again.]

Yeah. I have.

[There's a pause, taking a breath. He recognizes those words and the guilt spurring them.]

It was our choice to go just the two of us. Besides, I'm the one not there.

[Because he doesn't trust himself to make it the rest of the way, and he's still trying to keep it together before he goes to pray at the Library.]

Morning of the day when Clarus disappears. Less inhumanly early. Text.

[regisrex]

Noctis.

I do not think there will be an issue as with Iris, but, if you can, please keep an eye on Gladiolus. Clarus is no longer on Vaikuntha.

[ And they all know what Clarus would be returning to. ]

I think you mean "somewhere past 7am"

[warpstriking]

[He'd just been about to head out the door for a mid-morning flight when his slate went off with the message. He was half-tempted to ignore it, but then he saw who sent it.

Dad.

He automatically checks his list of contacts, and it's not long before he finds the reason why. While his own feelings were complicated because of the second yet equally important blond in his life, it still feels like a hot dagger being twisted up into his abdomen when he reads the greyed out name and then his father's text. Along with this and Hope's failure to return, he couldn't help the worry for him.]

I understand.

[He could take Gladio with him. He'd probably appreciate it. Yet he pauses for a moment and thinks on it. While this isn't the first time they've had to press on through the death and/or disappearance of a family member, it doesn't make it any less painful. And his father likely went through it twice for the same man, now.

How would he feel, if Prompto disappeared next and never came back? Or to regain Luna only to lose her again?

He alters his course, grabs one of the two baskets he'd received from Shiro when they spoke the day before, and heads for the other house. He leaves it on the kitchen counter with a note: "For when you can stomach eating. A friend's housemate stress bakes. -N"

He hesitates for only a split second as he contemplates just leaving that and going, but instead he begins to look for his old man.] Dad?

Backdated 9/9 Afternoon

[spaceforged]

Noct, are you awake?

[warpstriking]

Yeah, 'm awake. Caught me just in time.

What's up?

6/10; text

[regalblaze]

[With all the traveling Noctis is doing, as well as working on the custom job, it was hard to see him at home. Perhaps... it is better. Ignis doesn't want anyone to see him in this disastrous state.

...or hear him. Which is why he's resorting to texting instead of calling or sending a voice mail.]

Noct, I'm afraid I have bad news.

Gladio is missing since this morning.

permatext until otherwise specified

[warpstriking]

[He'd been in the job research labs with Luna, letting her look over the basic information they had of the asterisks and guilds of this world that they have available at the Center when his slate beeped. For a moment, he was tempted to ignore it. Then he looked and saw who it was from.

...Iggy?

Why is he texting him, and not-?

...

He briefly excuses himself, walking a few steps away to take that message after saying who it is to her. Reads it again, and steels himself.]

Is Noodle still there? Are you alright? And Ravus?

[Questions that wouldn't make sense without given context, but their moogle companions tended to return to Mognet Central if they were gone for good, and he knows that things have Happened there.]

11/3 3 pm

[spaceforged]

Noct.

...both Lance and Keith's jobs called. They never showed up.

Pidge is definitely missing too. All of the Lions put up their barriers. I can still reach them but there's been no response from any of them.

11/3 3:16 pm

[warpstriking]

[It takes a moment for Noctis to respond. Mostly because he and Luna are unpacking what they both had into the house they were assigned for permanence in the Curti Center. He didn't hear the device go off until he decided to check about fifteen minutes later.

He drops the box he was carrying to their room. Thankfully, nothing fragile is inside it.

"Luna. One of my friends here just lost his entire family to the Rift. I'm going to check on him. You with me?"

"Of course." They both start to pack clothing that was in boxes into bags. Enough to last at least five days before they have to come back anyway as Ignis will likely be back by then. Likely. He's learned not to hold his breath. (Thanks, Hope.)]

We're on our way.