Hrk- [He grunts as she suddenly latches onto him, scrabbling to tighten his grip on his sword when the sudden added weight threatens to yank them both off. Her long hair whips across his face on the way down, and he glares at her as she shouts, thoroughly unamused. Not even so much as a thank you? Seriously...]
Don't get pissed at me, this is your fault!
[It's true that they can't hang here forever, though - his stamina's bad to begin with - so he reaches up with his other hand for better leverage to begin swinging them back and forth towards the ledge as she'd advised.]
[ She'll be fine if she falls from here, but does she want to? No. Mythra holds onto him as he swings, and when they're just close enough, she releases one hand off his waist to reach out to the ledge to hold them in place. ]
Sh--...shut up! It worked, didn't it? We're out of that damn tour!
[ You can thank her any time.
Gritting her teeth, she pulls herself onto the ledge, turning around to press her back to the tower. Regaining her breath, she extends a hand to him. Despite the scowl that carried in her tone earlier, there's a hint of a stubborn pout upon her lips, a subdued tone, as if she's.... she's trying. ] C'mon, I'll carry you down.
[He's a big fan of boring if it's an alternative to actually dying. Still, seeing her catch the ledge and stabilize herself is reassuring enough that he feels a bit better about the whole thing, so he lets the hilt go with one hand and reaches for hers. Just need to stretch a few-
-whoops, there goes his grip entirely. With a yelp, his hand bats against hers without purchase and he starts to plummet again.]
[ Her gloved fingertips just barely brush against his as he reaches for hers, with Mythra straining her arm towards him in return, and her lips part as she watches him tip backwards as if in slow motion-- ]
...Oh, come on.
[ Already she's placed her back foot behind her as if positioned to propel her into a leap. ]
[ She jumps after him, a flash of gold alighting the single step she takes to cross the air to him. He'll feel something heavy impact against him from the front as it isn't so much as a catch but a tackle against his body, strong arms holding him in a cradle, and with another flash they're tumbling unceremoniously onto the temple lawn, kicking up dirt and flowers in their wake. ]
[His breath is forced out of him in a gasp as she grabs him in the air, and for a moment he clenches his eyes shut, because now they're both falling again, and he definitely doesn't have it in him to pull off another warp. Too bad, it was a nice life, kind of! When the next impact isn't a bone-crushing fall right into the jaws of death, however, he carefully cracks his eyes open to discover that they're sprawled over the lawn now, clearly not dead, and while they've officially made a mess of both the lawn and themselves...
He blinks, then coughs out an awkward laugh, limbs splayed and chest heaving a little as he catches his breath.]
[ Lying there on the ground, she looks up at the sky and the glimmer of barrier overhead, wondering just how she got into this mess.
(She did. She got them into this mess.)
And with a frustrated sigh she sits up, beginning to pick out the twigs and blades of grass from her hair. ] That's--
[ .... ]Er, cool?
[ ..............No one has ever called her abilities cool!! Since her awakening, it's been nothing but criticizing her power, how she uses too much, how it's dangerous, how she should always limit it.
There's a petal still hanging right atop of her bangs as she double takes. ]
[He flexes his limbs to test for any damage he hadn't noticed (all functional! it's a miracle) and pushes himself upright, shrugging off his jacket to check it for grass stains. It's still too big for him anyway, and besides the skull motif he doesn't recognize it, so may as well retire it for cleaning for a bit.
He glances over at her, then snorts and reaches out to flick the petal away.]
Don't know what you did, but you got us to the bottom intact, just like you said.
[ She blinks twice as he flicks the petal from her bangs, raising a hand up to her forehead. A moment passes before she lowers it, and Mythra quickly brushes a strand of hair over her shoulder.
Her mouth closes once, and then she says: ]
...Uh. Thanks....?
[ She clears her throat, looking down briefly, then back up. Now that she thinks about it, he did something, too. ]
[Right, introductions. That's a normal thing that normal people do. Gods, it's been so long since he wasn't recognized by everyone around him. It's bizarre, but refreshing. The fact that she spoke with him so openly in the temple sticks out now, too.]
[ She stands, dusting off the last of the dirt and grass stains from her skirt. ] So...
[ She rolls back her shoulders, looking away, and out, towards the city. Normally, this is where she would head off on her own, but she stops herself from turning away from him completely just yet. ]
I'm... heading to the barrier. [ Because they specifically said to stay away from it. ] You, uh. Want to come along?
[Oh, the wall. He glances over in its direction, feeling those same Insomnia vibes he'd felt when he first arrived and heard about it, noticed the subtle rainbow sheen and the magic in the air. He hadn't gotten too close yet, not wanting to rock the boat, but he won't say he's not intrigued.]
Sure, I'll come. Though if you still can't do that "Ophion" thing or whatever, you might want to stay on solid ground this time.
[Noctis rolls his eyes, though he does glance over his shoulder to check for sure that- okay, good, it went back into the armory like it's supposed to.]
[He tries not to look smug as she trails off, though he fails at it pretty spectacularly. Even if it isn't the dignified expression of a proper prince, he's pleased with himself.]
It's in the Armiger. Like a magic hammerspace, I guess.
[He reaches a hand out and focuses intently on calling the sword back...
...he focuses harder...
...he squints...]
...hang on. I'll get it.
[He knows he's always been better at working his magic through instinct than quiet concentration, but it's still not great at the best and worst of times. Come on, magic, let him show off already...!]
[He bristles immediately, the air around them taking on a crystalline chiming noise as he wills the armory to work for him.]
Shut up! It's harder than it looks.
[It takes a few more seconds, but finally his sword manifests into his fingers with a burst of shattering crystals. He stares at it, brows furrowing. That's... not the Engine Blade. He hadn't noticed the extent of it when they were up on the wall, since they'd been moving with such desperation, but his instinct of something being off about it wasn't wrong after all.]
[ She chuckles at his response, but her laughter cut shorts as his power manifests before her in tiny crystals of light, heralding the presence of his sword.
The sword itself isn't so impressive as much as the feel of the energy his power gives off. She can't quite place it, but she does look impressed.
But wait! She can't look too impressed, can she? No, that would ruin her style. Mythra manages to somewhat correct her expression, brushing hair over her shoulder again out of habit. ] That's... uh.
[Well, not like he's any better. He does heft the sword in both hands so he can hold it closer to his face and examine the details. The colour's different, but... oh, wait, there's that carving he'd scratched into the guard after his birthday. It feels more weighted, but he's relieved to recognize that it's still the same base. At least he hasn't lost that on top of everything else.]
[ She lifts a brow as he scrutinizes his sword, not knowing what exactly it is that bothers him. She could ask.
But she doesn't care enough to ask, at least, not about the weapon itself. ]
Okay, fine, sure it's not every day you see someone call a sword from hammerspace. [ A human, anyway. And this is definitely different from how a Blade might manifest their weapon from their core crystal. ]
[He's not so sure he's keen on the idea of picking a fight out in the wild when he's still struggling to do something as simple as take his sword out, but... he is still curious about the wall. Ugh, he's going to make some more stupid decisions, isn't he.]
Can't carry food in it. Or I can, but I'm not supposed to. Doesn't always come back out right.
[The armory doesn't come with food expiration date labels... who knows if it's still edible.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Don't get pissed at me, this is your fault!
[It's true that they can't hang here forever, though - his stamina's bad to begin with - so he reaches up with his other hand for better leverage to begin swinging them back and forth towards the ledge as she'd advised.]
no subject
Sh--...shut up! It worked, didn't it? We're out of that damn tour!
[ You can thank her any time.
Gritting her teeth, she pulls herself onto the ledge, turning around to press her back to the tower. Regaining her breath, she extends a hand to him. Despite the scowl that carried in her tone earlier, there's a hint of a stubborn pout upon her lips, a subdued tone, as if she's.... she's trying. ] C'mon, I'll carry you down.
no subject
[He's a big fan of boring if it's an alternative to actually dying. Still, seeing her catch the ledge and stabilize herself is reassuring enough that he feels a bit better about the whole thing, so he lets the hilt go with one hand and reaches for hers. Just need to stretch a few-
-whoops, there goes his grip entirely. With a yelp, his hand bats against hers without purchase and he starts to plummet again.]
1/2
...Oh, come on.
[ Already she's placed her back foot behind her as if positioned to propel her into a leap. ]
no subject
no subject
He blinks, then coughs out an awkward laugh, limbs splayed and chest heaving a little as he catches his breath.]
Okay... that was... pretty cool.
no subject
(She did. She got them into this mess.)
And with a frustrated sigh she sits up, beginning to pick out the twigs and blades of grass from her hair. ] That's--
[ .... ]Er, cool?
[ ..............No one has ever called her abilities cool!! Since her awakening, it's been nothing but criticizing her power, how she uses too much, how it's dangerous, how she should always limit it.
There's a petal still hanging right atop of her bangs as she double takes. ]
no subject
[He flexes his limbs to test for any damage he hadn't noticed (all functional! it's a miracle) and pushes himself upright, shrugging off his jacket to check it for grass stains. It's still too big for him anyway, and besides the skull motif he doesn't recognize it, so may as well retire it for cleaning for a bit.
He glances over at her, then snorts and reaches out to flick the petal away.]
Don't know what you did, but you got us to the bottom intact, just like you said.
no subject
Her mouth closes once, and then she says: ]
...Uh. Thanks....?
[ She clears her throat, looking down briefly, then back up. Now that she thinks about it, he did something, too. ]
It's Mythra, by the way.
no subject
[Right, introductions. That's a normal thing that normal people do. Gods, it's been so long since he wasn't recognized by everyone around him. It's bizarre, but refreshing. The fact that she spoke with him so openly in the temple sticks out now, too.]
no subject
[ She rolls back her shoulders, looking away, and out, towards the city. Normally, this is where she would head off on her own, but she stops herself from turning away from him completely just yet. ]
I'm... heading to the barrier. [ Because they specifically said to stay away from it. ] You, uh. Want to come along?
no subject
[Oh, the wall. He glances over in its direction, feeling those same Insomnia vibes he'd felt when he first arrived and heard about it, noticed the subtle rainbow sheen and the magic in the air. He hadn't gotten too close yet, not wanting to rock the boat, but he won't say he's not intrigued.]
Sure, I'll come. Though if you still can't do that "Ophion" thing or whatever, you might want to stay on solid ground this time.
no subject
She starts off in a general, eastward direction down one of the paths from the temple, jabbing back: ]
At least I didn't lose a sword.
[ YEAH because he had one and now... it's gone! Checkmate, loser! ]
no subject
I didn't lose it. I know exactly where it is.
no subject
...Oh, yeah, su--
[ --and then back up at the tower, where she doesn't see the sword anymore. ] ...re....
[ She looks at him. ] ....Okay, where is it? [ Come to think of it, he hadn't been carrying a sword in the first place. ]
no subject
It's in the Armiger. Like a magic hammerspace, I guess.
[He reaches a hand out and focuses intently on calling the sword back...
...he focuses harder...
...he squints...]
...hang on. I'll get it.
[He knows he's always been better at working his magic through instinct than quiet concentration, but it's still not great at the best and worst of times. Come on, magic, let him show off already...!]
1/2
So she waits, looking at him as he appears to concentrate.
And waits.
And waits some more. ]
no subject
Don't tell me you lost it in there.
no subject
Shut up! It's harder than it looks.
[It takes a few more seconds, but finally his sword manifests into his fingers with a burst of shattering crystals. He stares at it, brows furrowing. That's... not the Engine Blade. He hadn't noticed the extent of it when they were up on the wall, since they'd been moving with such desperation, but his instinct of something being off about it wasn't wrong after all.]
no subject
The sword itself isn't so impressive as much as the feel of the energy his power gives off. She can't quite place it, but she does look impressed.
But wait! She can't look too impressed, can she? No, that would ruin her style. Mythra manages to somewhat correct her expression, brushing hair over her shoulder again out of habit. ] That's... uh.
Pretty cool. I guess.
no subject
[Well, not like he's any better. He does heft the sword in both hands so he can hold it closer to his face and examine the details. The colour's different, but... oh, wait, there's that carving he'd scratched into the guard after his birthday. It feels more weighted, but he's relieved to recognize that it's still the same base. At least he hasn't lost that on top of everything else.]
Whatever.
no subject
But she doesn't care enough to ask, at least, not about the weapon itself. ]
Okay, fine, sure it's not every day you see someone call a sword from hammerspace. [ A human, anyway. And this is definitely different from how a Blade might manifest their weapon from their core crystal. ]
Where'd you learn to do that?
no subject
[The idea of Lucian magic not being known is also weird... this world is going to take some getting used to.]
I'm still learning, though. Obviously.
no subject
They said a couple months back the walls moved outward, right? Could still be some kind of creatures out there we might run into.
[ They begin to pass down another streetway.
More importantly, ] Got any food in there?
no subject
Can't carry food in it. Or I can, but I'm not supposed to. Doesn't always come back out right.
[The armory doesn't come with food expiration date labels... who knows if it's still edible.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)