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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[photoshooter]

[Forget outsiders. Even Prompto wasn't expecting that, and on hearing it, he actually lights up.

You finally cracked the code, Izunia. What Prompto doesn't understand about the whole concept of family, he finds in friendship.]

Yeah!

[More than happy now, Prompto leans over and elbows Izunia's arm a little.]

And what are friends for, if not appreciating their friends' awesome cooking skills? When it comes to that, I'm, like, the best friend there could be!

[:D :D :D]

[founderinglight]

[They can be both! They're flexible like that.

Have a gentle nudge back.]

And the free food has nothing to do with it, I'm sure.

[photoshooter]

At my age, free food's the basis for most social attachments.

[founderinglight]

Terrible. And here I thought you appreciated my sense of humor.

[photoshooter]

I appreciate a lot of things when they come with a complimentary snack!

[founderinglight]

[FAKE HUFF he's just gonna eat this gosh darn burrito.]

Well, if you've got a location decided on, any idea for motifs?

[photoshooter]

[Prompto goes thoughtful at that, focusing on either his own burrito or the opposite wall by turns.]

I know I don't want swords. And... as cool as the skulls and stuff are, I don't think I want that, either. It's not...

[He gropes for the words, but all he has is that sense of not-quite-right, not-quite-them. They're Noct's symbols, Lucian symbols through and through--and it's not that Prompto's not Lucian.

But Noct said, I say we break down the borders. That's what they shared, just the two of them.

Prompto's oaths were never to the King of Lucis. They were to Noct.]

It's not what I'm looking for.

[He considers it a little longer.]

Did you get to see Pryna, ever? I mean Lady Lunafreya's dog, the white one? Or Umbra, for that matter. I'm sure I've got a picture...

[He materializes his camera and starts paging through the gallery.]

[founderinglight]

They're Messengers, Prompto, I knew of them long before you and Lunafreya were ever born.

[It's okay, buddy, he's with you, he's got this.]

The exact incarnations of most Messengers don't change all that much, usually. Though I think in the old myths those two were actually chariot-pulling cats...

[photoshooter]

Cats? Well, cats are great, too.

[Turns out Prompto can't find a picture of Pryna in his camera, but he sighs and hands over a sweet shot of Umbra, at least.]

But I want doggy Pryna. And Umbra, too, maybe. And then as I go up...

[He passes his hand over his arm--left, not right--from wrist to mid-humerus, frowning thoughtfully.]

...Insomnia. And Tenebrae. And Altissia and Niflheim, too. Everywhere we went together, I want a piece of it. And. [He thinks about it, then shrugs.] Maybe even Solheim, too, if you show me something and it looks cool enough.

[founderinglight]

I only remember it in bits and pieces myself, really. Ardyn was the one with technological interest.

[He smiles slightly.]

But I can do a decent reproduction of haven runes, on the other hand, if that interests you.

[monch.]