text;; elevencrows (+1 log prompt)

[founderinglight]

So it seems that the androids remembered my request from some months ago regarding tattoo equipment, and thus I suddenly find myself in possession of a large amount of such. Considering the mix of people here, I thought I'd put out word for if anyone is interested. I'm not experienced in this in particular, but I have a good amount of artistic skill and a very steady hand.

[Sometime after the message, Izunia can be found out on the deck, watching the sunset as is his usual habit. Unusually, though, he's not drawing or sipping at a warm drink against the chill.

Instead, he's turning a set of metal knuckles over in his hands - those who've seen his Royal Arms before will likely recognize the silver-with-blue-sheen material of the magical weapons, and even if they don't, the wing motif is as consistent as ever. He seems very much lost in thought, expression alternating between fondness and sadness, always a bit wistful.]

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...My daughter's.

[No wonder he's distracted.]

[burninglight]

[Ah. That'd do it.]

...what're they called?

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Fists of the Daring.

[He's instantly, unbearably fond.]

[burninglight]

Hm...nice ring to it. Sounds like Yuuri might've liked her.

[founderinglight]

I've compared the two a few times myself. Aurora was... Well, she chose her fighting style because someone told her you couldn't defeat a daemon by punching it.

[burninglight]

Silly perspective to take, really. Of course you could punch them, it just takes longer.

[founderinglight]

Well, and one needs to be very good at phasing, which she was.

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Oh, naturally. I suppose that'd be the tricky part of it.

[founderinglight]

Yes, Ardyn, that would be.

[Amused.]

[burninglight]

Well how the hell would I know? I think you'll find I was usually on the other side of fighting daemons.

[founderinglight]

The difficulty is not as much in the actual fighting for the weaker sorts as it is coming out the other side without an infection. Our curatives remove the Scourge when they heal the wound; healing by time does not.

[burninglight]

Mm...infection's a tricky thing. Pretty sure I had some proximity thing going on, I don't remember actively looking to get Verstael or Aldercapt sick.

[A vague hand gesture.]

Had it coming, but still.

tell him about the worm

[founderinglight]

I'm astonished Verstael lasted as long as he did after working with both the Scourge in general and you in particular for so long.

oh boy

[burninglight]

I would argue he didn't. He was highly insane somewhere around Diamond Weapon's development, and unsurprisingly he only got worse by the little incident in the magitek production facility.

Re: oh boy

[founderinglight]

He managed to not become a daemon for thirty or so years, even so. Not a bad record.

...What did happen there? I've not asked Prompto, either, but.. I do wonder.

[burninglight]

...

. . .

Oh my gods he didn't tell you.

[founderinglight]

No, Ardyn, he did not tell me in detail about the most traumatic experience in his life, I would think you of all people would have been able to understand that.

[burninglight]

Well, obviously not in detail, but I'd have thought the colossal robot worm would at least get a mention.

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...The what?

[burninglight]

Colossal. Robot. Worm.

Verstael Besithia was a very insane individual, and coming from me that means something.

[founderinglight]

No, you can't possibly let it go at that, I need to know what the entire fuck.

[burninglight]

Gladly. [Ardyn hopped up on the deck's railing, swinging his legs slightly like an eager child.]

So, it goes rather without saying that Verstael wasn't always the raving lunatic he became. There was a point at which he was the good intentions directly on the road to hell, and somewhere on the path between 'reduce Niflheim casualties' and 'let's just clone infants', he began to adopt this mad idea of conquering death itself.

One day, amidst several other slightly concerning projects, the rough blueprints for a project he called 'Immortalis' came across my desk.

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[Izunia takes a deep breath.]

You know, every time I think I've reached the end of what stupid mortals will do in pursuit of immortality, something stupider always happens.

Keep going, I'll tell you the rest later.

[burninglight]

It was...well, as a weapon it was reasonably impressive. Heavily armored with an advanced version of what we outfitted the infantry with, energy cannons, a decent top speed even at a size around that of Diamond Weapon or a touch smaller. If it had just been a weapon, it might have been a decent project to work on.

However, he wanted to put his consciousness in it.

And he did.

[founderinglight]

[Izunia just.

Slowly puts his hands over his face.

No, he can't possibly be expected to handle this.]

Why.