un: eestival | a shitton of posts in the days following the intro log

[zweihandler]

[ So like any self respecting feral internet child, Erina has apparently seen fit to liveblog the shit out of her initial exploration of the station. Some of it is a little incomprehensible though that seems to be because a lot of it is high velocity memeing. Of note are a few particular posts:

One is a photo of a... potato that Erina is clutching in her hand. There's a caption with it; ]

i hit 25% sync with this and it told me you were a little bitch

[ The second is a photo of a fried egg sandwich being held up to one of the chickens down on the farm level. This is weird enough (seriously, that's unsanitary) but the caption is what makes it maximum weird. ]

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SEEING, WEAVER??? THIS IS WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR CHILDREN!!!

[ jesus christ

this is capped off by two photos of Izunia doing his usual business of sleeping in the hallways, one from a distance and one considerably closer. the first is captioned: ]

is he fucking dead???? [ and the second; ] seriously should i call someone???

[ this is followed by a blurry photo of erina running away at top speed from something that is captioned – ]

DEFINITELY NOT DEAD OH FUCK

[ the rest of the spam is mostly just glib observations about things around the station but finally she sees fit to put up a normal post after a short lull in all that nonstop shitposting. ]

ok so two questions:

is anyone good with having a roomie camp out with them while we're here??? staying in a room by myself is wigging me the fuck out and i'm about to die of lonely. i promise i'm toilet trained and will only leave snack crumbs in my own bed.

second, more important question: why the fuck are all the girls here so hot????? hello????? please dear god i'm trying to live my life but how am i supposed to get anything done when all of you are out there looking like that. thank you and goodnight.

Comments

[burninglight]

well, if you change your mind i'm always up for a sparring match. i could use the help getting used to being human.

[promittere]

In a way Leonard can't help you with?

[burninglight]

careful, that almost sounds like flirting

but yes, regrettably most of my glaives aren't trained for hand to hand combat

[promittere]

It's no more flirtatious than half the things you've said about me.

Are any of your glaive trained in combat at all?

[burninglight]

you know what, fair enough

leonard's a soldier of a sort, arianna's more a support type, yuuri's training is limited to what i've taught her myself and junpei's...junpei

really the most competent fighter is heart, though i think he makes up for the rest quite handily.

[promittere]

Not what one would traditionally take in as Glaives, though I suppose the bonds of family are stronger than anything else.

The nature of these Fissures means that one or two men cannot shield everyone, though I don't wish to tell you how to deal with your retinue.

And it's not like I know quite what Heart is capable on, so my worries may be entirely baseless.

[burninglight]

no, i’m in agreement with you on that. it’s something we’re working on, at least. they’ve not had my magic for long, and haven’t exactly been combat tested with it yet.

[promittere]

I would offer my assistance, but as it stands currently all I can do is explain how the magic works. My weaponry is gone, now, as you should very well know.

[burninglight]

[...]

do you want help with that

i mean i'm sure you'd rather not have access to my armiger, but i've more than enough weapons to spare if you'd like

[promittere]

[...]

I would like to say I do not, but I would not wish to be left defenseless in another Fissure.

I'm sure you know what kind of weapons I prefer.

[It's...practical. That's what he'll tell himself.]

[burninglight]

sure, no problem

meet me somewhere and we can discuss it?

[promittere]

Of course.

Do the kitchens work for you? I spend most of my mornings there.

[burninglight]

perfect, on my way there now

>action!!

[promittere]

[And Ignis will be there, because of course he is, and because of course he was in the middle of cooking something.

The stock bubbling away will come in handy later.]

[burninglight]

[Ignis would definitely hear Ardyn coming before he walked into the kitchen; more accurately he'd hear the bird on his shoulder whistling a tune cheerfully as Ardyn approached.]

What's that you're making?

[promittere]

[The song gets Ignis to raise his head, and it's...absurd enough to bring a smile to his face.]

Daggerquill stock, though I'm not sure what to make of it yet.

[burninglight]

Really? [He sounded almost cheerful at hearing about something actually familiar for a change.] I hear it goes well with dualhorn.

[promittere]

Yes - there was some in the freezer. [He can appreciate the cheer, though - it's nice having things and actually knowing what to do with them.] I'm not sure if we have any dualhorn, unfortunately.

[burninglight]

Ah, that's a shame. I'm looking forward to what comes of it all the same, however.

[promittere]

I'll be sure to save some of what it is for you, then. [He places his hands on the counter, just a moment of weakness, before straightening himself back up.] You said you had an armory on you?

[burninglight]

Oh--you needn't go out of your way. [Ardyn smiled faintly, the gesture evident enough in his tone.]

Right, let's see... [He brought a hand to his face in thought as he essentially paged through the Armiger, concentrating. Section weaponry, subsection mundane weaponry, type dagger--] ...Ah. That should do. [Finally he produced a pair of Orichalcum, holding them out to Ignis hilts first.]

Right in front of you, whenever you're ready. [Perhaps a little too aware that a room with Ardyn and weaponry was not liable to feel like the safest room in the station.]

[promittere]

It's not going out of the way. I always end up over preparing anyways. [There always seems to be somebody hungry around, after all.]

Thank you. [He reaches out, taking the blades by the hilt. There's a moment as he tests their weight, before nodding and placing them down on the counter for later. He'll need to fashion some form of holster for them, because he would dread slicing up his clothing.] Interesting choice, I must say.

[burninglight]

Oh...I only thought you'd want something light and durable.

[and you know, they're anti-daemon blades.]

I can find something else, if you'd prefer?

[promittere]

[You're not subtle, Ardyn.]

They're fine. It just seems like blades like these aren't something you come across often.

[They're rather pricey, hmm?]

[burninglight]

Hm. Probably not. [With a shrug that was practically audible in Ardyn's vague tone, he paused for a moment as if considering something else.]

...Would you hold out your hand for a moment? There's one other thing, if you're not averse to more subtle weaponry.