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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 001 )
Test Drive Meme #1
Hello, and welcome to our very first test drive! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.
Remember that Reserves will open on July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
But first, two important notes!
Remember that Reserves will open on July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
1. The island of Mu exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?
2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences.
Shipwrecked
The white sand of the beach ridges the island’s edge, even if the clear water soon becomes murky the further out you look across the horizon until the turquoise gleam of the tide disappears in a coil of surrounding fog. Indeed, your best prospects may very well be to strike out among the trees or the crags looming out over the foam-capped waves. There’s lumber to be found and made from the palm-like trees, potentially fruit or edible tubers of some kind if you forage about some. The further you travel, however, the more of your surroundings will reveal themselves in a steady unspooling of curiosities.
One corner of Mu’s current construct drops away into a sheer cliff, initially too dangerous to brave for all but the more daredevilish, but if one starts to scan the sharp rocks below, you might catch sight of what appears to be sodden planks of wood - a wreckage tossed up against the rocks. And a little further...a bobbing, shattered wreck of a lifeboat’s remains, potentially bearing supplies that might yet be salvageable.
Fashion what you can from the wood and stone around you or scavenge from the ruin of the land, if you like. But you can’t simply stand around and wait forever. It’s going to get dark sometime - and if a creature of unknown terror doesn’t catch you, the elements surely will.
Storytime
There’s a sense of camaraderie in this cove, you think. As the sun hangs low over the horizon, the world cast into orange hues, long shadows dispersed by roaring fires that dot across the beach.
That’s right, folks: it’s storytime.
There’s no one to preside over this meeting of the minds in Mu. Call it a vague recreation of things to come, if you like, some vaguely fatidic dreamlike state where you may find yourself drawn to the heat and company that awaits you by the fire. And from there, compelled to default to that old instinct that most of intelligent civilization has revered since they were advanced enough to paint geometric shapes on cave walls.
You tell a story.
Perhaps it’s a tragedy, a tale of woe and of personal loss. Perhaps it’s the sort of thing you’d break out after a few rounds of your alcoholic beverage of choice, clapping hands to your knees as you try to bite back your mirth long enough to spill the punchline. Perhaps it’s an adventure of some sort, some unbelievable rendition of your past exploits. The only common thread to be had, as those gathered around the fire share their tales, is the fundamental rule of a ritualistic sharing of stories such as this: its truth.
But how one chooses to define "truth" is, in its own way, another story entirely...
Dance, Sucker, Dance!
The beat of your heart in your chest is difficult to ignore. It judders with a pulsing, rhythmic quality. If you’re one of those that lacks a heart, the beat is still omnipresent and all-encompassing, until your entire body is unwittingly bobbing in time to a metronomic tune that seems ingrained into your very soul. It’s inescapable. You can’t seem to move unless it’s in time to the rhythm that’s now singing in every atom of your being.
But rest assured, you’re not alone in this musical curse. Everything, from the swaying trees to the waves against the beach, jumps in time to the music. And so do the monsters approaching you, that - wait a minute.
Monsters?
Oh, yes. Did we mention those?
It seems you’ve encountered the wrath of the Boogieman, who curses you to only dance to his infernal beat. If you wish to best him, you’ll have to either evade or destroy the blobs of greenish slime that serve as his minions, all in time to the hard beat of the tune in your head. Clear the radius of his curse or risk an open confrontation, if you dare. Don’t worry if you look foolish; chances are anyone else caught in the Boogieman’s thrall feels just the same.
Mu isn’t pulling any punches to start with. It is a flighty creation, after all, and seems to revel in displacing people into new and uncomfortable situations.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
Initial Arrival - Closed to Ignis
Unconsciously, he rolls away from whatever he is laying half on and half off. Such a small movement, but it causes all his aches and pains to roar back to life. Ignis face is wet, but he's half afraid to reach up. Is it water or blood that is causing the dampness? Most of the pain he's feeling is focused behind and across his eyes, that pain stronger and sharper than the fading pain in a once dislocated shoulder and shattered knee.
Ignis knows he should pull himself up and take stock of his location, but he finds even raising one arm beyond him at the moment. He winces at his own weakness, fingers tightening in the sand once more as the memory of Chancellor Izunia's mocking face slinks through his mind. Wasn't blinding him enough? What in the name of the Six is going on? Where is Noctis? Was the covenant successfully forced? What of the Oracle?
There are a million questions he needs answers to, but trying to approach them all at once isn't possible. With a deep breath, Ignis starts to sort them into order of importance. It's calming, feeding his need to reclaim control over something. How he's going to start finding answers with his vision gone is just one more question on the pile.
Once he's calmer, Ignis reaches toward the armory hoping to pull the familiar weight of his daggers to hand. His heart freezes when there is no response. Perhaps, he's just too tired. Focusing harder, he tries to pull something smaller--a simple potion bottle. There is still no answer and he swears his heart stops in his chest as he finally manages to raise his right arm, pressing the wet leather of his gloved hand to an equally wet face.
As soon as he'd been taken down, he'd written off Altissia as an unmitigated disaster. Now?
A soft, bitter, and broken laugh slips from his mouth.
"Bloody hell..."
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Even from a distance, something familiar about it struck him immediately. He froze in place, sure he must be hallucinating. There was no way the guys could be where he was. They were on the train, a million miles ahead of him.
Or where they? He didn't even know where this was to begin with. He started running before he'd fully convinced himself that what he was seeing was real. If it was, after all, then Ignis needed help and he couldn't sit there and stare.
"Iggy!" he called out while on his way. By the Six, was Iggy hurt? He was lying on the beach. It wasn't like him to be like that. He kicked up some sand as he slowed to a stop, instantly coming down to his knees by Ignis' body and reaching for his shoulders. "Iggy, are you okay? How did you get here?"
Ignis looked hurt. He should have been healed since their time in Altissia, which meant something else must have happened. First things first, he needed to help him sit up and make sure he wasn't too seriously injured. "Come on, I got you buddy."
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Ignis grits his teeth, turning his head when sand suddenly flies up and over him. Okay, it's hard to deny the over-enthusiastic nature as anything or anyone but Prompto. He raises his head, hissing when the blonde starts to move him into a sitting position. The healing wounds are one thing, but the sudden motion causes the world to spin around him. Ignis isn't sure how the world can spin when he can't even see it, but it does and it rapidly is causing nausea to rise in his stomach.
"Slowly. Slow..." His voice is shaky and raspy, hurting his own ears. Ignis wouldn't even be trying to talk at the moment if it wasn't for the fact he also doesn't want to throw up all over his friend.
Closer to a sitting position now, Ignis finds himself listing toward Prompto for support. He can hear Ardyn laughing, mocking his weakness and Ignis can't help but mock himself for the very same thing.
There's nothing he hates more than being helpless and that is exactly how he feels right now.
Taking a closer look at the advisor's face, Prompto will notice the wounds around his eyes look much fresher and more painful than he will remember them being. The top buttons of his shirt are open--one missing entirely--making it clear he was struggling with someone or something not long before he was brought here. There is blood staining his clothes, though it's hard to see it, dark red bleeding into wet dark blue.
When Ignis finally has the nausea under control, he speaks again one hand blindly reaching for the blonde. Once it finds his friend's arm, he wraps his fingers around it, clinging tighter than he will ever admit to, "Are you all right, Prompto?"
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Something happened. Ignis looked hurt all over again. All of those wounds should have been well healed over by now. He could only imagine what happened to the guys on the train. His eyes scoured the ocean for signs of the other two to no avail. Please tell him they weren't in the water.
"I'm fine. I was just making my way back to you guys. But what happened to you? Where are Noct and Gladio?"
They should have been together. Did the train fall into the ocean somehow? If anything happened to them...
He needed to hope for the best. Maybe he didn't see them because they weren't in the water. It was hard to imagine them abandoning Ignis, but something could have happened that separated them. He tucked his arm under Ignis' armpit, ready to help him stand up.
"Can you stand? Do you need me to carry you?" Prompto, of course, couldn't really carry Ignis around much. The size difference was too much. He could, however, make use of that raft if he needed to. Or maybe he could sit on the snowmobile. Whatever he had to do.
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Ignis swallows hard, trying to force whatever may be in his stomach to remain there. As he does, he attempts to process Prompto's questions, worry creasing his brow when he turns his head in his friend's direction.
"You were suppose to be with Noctis. You were going to fly him closer to the Tidemother," Ignis doesn't try to explain where Gladio was. He had no idea. They were all split up to evacuate as many as possible. He hadn't seen the Shield since they parted and considering how things went for Ignis, that was probably a good thing.
The hand on Prompto's arm tightens as Ignis leans closer to him, ignoring the pain that shoots through his shoulder and down his arm. Ah, that was the previously dislocated one.
"You must tell me. Did something happen to Noct?"
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"The Tidemother...? That was weeks ago. Did you hit your head?" Prompto cautiously reached out, lightly gliding his fingers around Ignis' skull to check for bumps. He obviously had other injuries, so it wouldn't be out of the question for him to have taken a smack to the noggin. "You should have still been on the train with Noct and Gladio, remember?"
He figured Ignis was just confused. He should remember everything soon enough. "We were going to stop in Tenebrae, but I... The Empire attacked, and I..."
He didn't want to say it. Noct pushed him. He didn't fully understand the entire situation yet. Noct had chased him down, yelled at him, then knocked him off the train. Something had to be wrong. He desperately hoped that it wasn't how Noct really felt. He knew he'd seen Noct again when he was out in the snow. Saw himself as one of those things. It had to be some sort of illusion. It couldn't be what he thought it was.
Taking a deep breath, he dropped that and continued on. "Did something happen to the train after I fell off? How did you end up back here?"
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Yes, yes it was.
Prompto's gentle fingers searching his head for injury pull him back out of that troubling line of thought, but as soon as the blonde draws away, the thoughts return, and he suddenly feels like the Regalia is sitting on his chest. Ignis leans forward, resting his arms across his knees and hanging his head, hoping it will make breathing easier.
"I don't remember a train," his words are soft and probably hard to hear, but he can't make himself speak any louder. "The last thing I remember is Altissia, and the invasion, and them taking my..."
He can't say it. Another weakness. ...them taking my vision. Why can't he just say it? It's a fact. Just like any other, and yet it sticks in his throat and won't come out. As long as he doesn't say it, it's not real. There is hope. His left eye is gone, but the right. Maybe, maybe at some point...
Trembling hands lace their way into his hair. He needs to stop. If he has amnesia, then he's already been through all this and moved forward. There's no time to do it again. He has to pull himself together, fill in what he's missing, and then focus on getting himself and Prompto back to Noctis and Gladio.
Ignis takes a deep breath and sits back. His body's shaking slightly, but his voice is finally steadier, "Tell me what I'm missing, Prompto. I don't know if my injury in Altissia is responsible for this or if something else happened, but I need to fill in as many blanks as I can. We'll move forward from there."
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Then they were going to stop in Tenebrae, but the Empire had attacked. He squeezed the wet fabric of his pants as he got to the last thing he remembered on the train.
As he spoke he really sounded like he was holding himself together with some bubblegum and duct tape, "So Noct... I was looking out the window, and he came after me. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do at first, but he was really coming after me. He was trying to kill me." His fingers tried to dig into the taut fabric but failed. He hated telling Ignis this. He knew how much Iggy cared about Noct, and he already had so much to worry about. "I managed to get away from him. I thought... something had to be wrong. Then the Empire attacked and was trying to blow up the train. I found Ardyn on the roof, and just when I had him at gun point I heard Noct yell for me. He warped in and he..." Prompto hung his head. "He pushed me off the train."
The surprise and disbelief in his voice were palpable. He was just barely keeping his voice from breaking. It had happened so recently, and he could still remember looking up at Noct's face as he fell. The absolute shock it had been. Hitting the ground and having the wind knocked out of him were nothing in comparison.
And everything he'd gone through since they left. He wasn't sure if right now was the time to talk about that. He would admit what he was to Iggy just as soon as they had a safe place to settle down. Instead, he skipped over everything. "I was taking the snowmobile to go find all of you again. Oh, and I ran into Aranea. She said she saw you guys in Tenebrae, so you must have made it there." That was as far as he knew about what had happened with them since falling.
"She said you guys were asking about me." And somehow his tone seemed to indicate that was a surprise from him. It was something small that he could cling to, a sign that they wanted him back. At the same time it was almost left open, like Ignis could confirm or deny it. His gaze flicked nervously Ignis' way, his breath shaky.
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Despite how much he wanted to stay with the group, Ignis actually finds himself surprised to hear they had let him follow into the mine. Well, Noctis and Prompto had ceded to his wishes. Gladio, unsurprisingly, had not been so thrilled about the whole thing. Ignis hates the idea that he was a source of conflict between them, but it he also stepped up and ended the conflict before it could go farther. That, at least, sounds a great deal like him and gives him confidence that even if he can't remember it, he did pull himself back together. Rather quickly too.
Of course, the comfort that knowledge gives doesn't last long when Prompto begins to detail how he ended up falling off the train. There was a small part of him that hoped, when Prompto mentioned it before, that he was exaggerating, but no. In fact, after hearing all the details, Ignis can't help but feel he's understating the whole matter.
"The Chancellor was there," Ignis is proud of how steady his voice sounds. It's almost normal, if still a little hoarse. Inside, though, he's hissing in anger. Of course, Ardyn was there! The man is everywhere fortunate or misfortune appears for them.
Unconsciously, his left hand comes up to let his fingers just barely graze over the bottom of the scars around his eye. The motion lasts only a moment before he lets his hand drop and reaches out to find Prompto's arm, "Are you certain you're unharmed?"
There had been no hiding Ignis' injuries after his last run in with Ardyn, but that doesn't mean the same is true for Prompto. Considering this whole thing started with...what? An illusion? Some kind of mental manipulation? Who knew what the limits of the Chancellor's power were. Ignis is sure that Noctis would never have attacked Prompt on purpose. Not even if he was angry with the blonde. Whatever happened, it is likely the wounds Prompto bears are much less physical than Ignis' own. Which means, they will also be harder to heal. Fortunately, Ignis has a feeling he knows exactly where to start thanks to that mention of Aranea. Should they meet her again, he will have to remember to send along his thanks to her.
"Prompto, I may not be able to remember what happened, but I have no doubt we would have been worried sick about you. Noct especially. You're one of us. Nothing is going to change that."
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He blinked in surprise when Ignis suddenly asked if he was all right. Physically he was a bit banged up, but he could hardly complain about that when he looked at Ignis. "I'm fine. Nothing lost here but a sense of self identity," he tried to joke feebly. How could he look at Ignis and complain? Ignis couldn't even look back at him.
Still, Ignis' concern put him at ease. In time he would tell him the entire truth. He would tell them all. They deserved to hear it from him so they could make their own decision about him. For the time being it was nice to hear that he was accepted. It was all he wanted. Unconsciously, he placed a hand on top of Ignis', glad to have the physical connection there. The soft squeeze of his hand was the unspoken 'thank you' he got as he tried to act calm and rational and not like he was breaking down.
"I think that pretty much covers it for now. Are you feeling any better?"
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"Only you know the truth behind those words, Prompto. I won't make you say what you aren't ready to, but when you are ready, I'm here. It will take me some time to find my new normal, but that doesn't mean you need to suffer in silence. I may not be able to pick up on things as quickly as before, but rest assured, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere," Ignis bows his head slightly, smiling with he feels the brush of the blonde's spiky hair against his chin. "I'm feeling better and I should do an inventory to see what made it here with me, but why don't we sit here for a few minutes longer first?"
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He'd been there physically, too. Over the few weeks he'd learned how to guide Ignis around, and gotten pretty good at it. For a while it felt like they were really the two sticking together, and it had made his bond with Ignis that much closer.
He was so going to make sure they got through this. No matter what it took.
"I promise I'll tell you everything. Just, later." He kind of preferred they were all there so he didn't have to repeat it. Barring that option, though, he would tell Ignis at a better time.
Speaking of inventory, Ignis would feel a brush of Prompto's hair on his cheek as he turned his head towards the snowmobile. "I have the snowmobile I was using with me. It fell in the water, but I might be able to repair it. Umm, got my gun, limited bullets. It got wet, too, so I'll need to wait to use it. Cell-phone, camera, coat."
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"You may wish to write this down. For once, you are more prepared than I am," he gives Prompto's shoulder a squeeze and then pulls his arm back. Carefully, he shifts forward to his knees so he can sort out what he has with him. It's not much, even less since he and his jacket parted ways before he was brought here.
Amusingly enough, the first thing he finds in his pocket is his sunglasses. Somehow, the item of least use made it through everything that happened to him in Altissia. Ignis slides them onto his face and huffs something that might just maybe be a laugh, "Well, I'm sure they cover some of the scarring. Perhaps people won't run for the hills at the mere sight of me now."
If Prompto is going to use bad jokes to cover his true feelings, Ignis will too. He suspects the blonde will understand.
The next thing he pulls from his pocket are the keys to the Regalia. Okay, so maybe the sunglasses aren't the most useless thing after all. Ignis holds them out to Prompto with a soft jingle, before sliding them right back into the pocket they came from. The next pocket holds his smartphone. He shakes as much water off it as he can, frowning when he can feel what is either a crack or a scratch in the screen even though his gloves. There's not much hope it will still work. Even if it does, unless the voice to text option still works as well, it will be useless to him. He shakes his head and sets it near his knee before moving to check the status of one more thing.
Ah! Ignis actually finds it surprising that the small first aid kit he clipped to his belt before the rite started is still there. It's less surprising the amount of water that he pours out of the plastic case, but that doesn't phase him as he holds up the contents, completely sealed in plastic, "Whenever we see Gladio again remind me to tell him how wrong he was. Going above and beyond to protect certain things is not a waste of time and resources."
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Sometimes he wondered if Iggy knew he had resting bitchface syndrome. He did seem rather surprised when Prompto had caught a picture of him smiling and showed it off as a rarity later.
He waited while Ignis took inventory. It didn't look like much, until finally he pulled out the first aid kit. Definitely something they could use. "I'll let you do the honor of rubbing it in his face." He snorted. A second later he squeezed Ignis' leg slightly. "Hey, wait here a sec, I'll be right back."
It wasn't that he wanted to leave Ignis. On the contrary, he very much wanted to stick by his side. It was just that now that Iggy was there, he had a nagging worry that there could be more. He hopped up to his feet and went running around the beach to examine the water more closely, looking for any possible sign of life. He checked around rocks that were blocking his view and splashed along the low tide. No matter how hard he looked he didn't see anything else out there.
Hopefully they were safe somewhere. He couldn't search forever. If only he just knew what happened to them he would feel a lot better. He trudged back over to Ignis, bending over to hold one of his arms. "I don't see them out there anywhere. You okay to get up?"
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So, the answer is 'no.' Ignis does not, in fact, know he has resting bitchface syndrome. Apparently, there are things that escape even his attention.
When Prompto jumps up a few moments later, Ignis gives him a curious look, but nods his agreement to staying put. Where exactly would he go? While the blonde is gone, he takes the time to return his phone to his pocket and the first aid kit to his hip. Once his finishes, he starts slightly, wondering how he could have forgotten to check on one more very important thing.
Ignis peels his soaked gloves off and then slides his shirt sleeve up. A little feeling around confirms that the small dagger sheathed and strapped to his upper arm is still there. A quick check to his other arm confirms the matching one is also there. It's actually a relief to know he's not completely weaponless even though using them will be a lot more difficult without his vision.
He's sliding his wet gloves back on--better to wear them than to accidentally lose one while they are moving--when Prompto returns and explains what he's been up to. It's both disappointing and a relief that there is no sign of the others. As much as he would like to see Noctis and Gladio, Ignis isn't sure he wants them stuck in the same situation he and Prompto are.
"Yes, I believe I can stand now as long as I do it slowly. May I have your assistance?"
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Rather than making Ignis search for him when he got back, Prompto took his hands.
"Yeah, anytime." There was no way he was going to deny Ignis anything he asked for anytime soon. Probably wouldn't have even before he was injured. If Ignis asked for something, it generally meant he needed it.
There was a good size difference between the two, but Prompto wasn't a weakling. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and stayed steady for Ignis, letting him mostly pull himself up so that Prompto wouldn't yank him up too fast.
As soon as he got up, Prompto's hand immediately went to the small of his back, a hand on Ignis' arm. He'd been doing this for a few weeks and he might not have been perfect but he was getting pretty good at leading him right.
"Are you going to get sick? You can always sit down on the snowmobile. It's just a short walk from here." He added lightly, "Best seat in the house."
Only seat in the house.
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Thanks to his slow movements, though, Ignis manages to make it to his feet without getting dizzy or having any nausea return. It may be a small victory, but he'll take it.
When Prompto moves to guide him in such a practiced way, Ignis is torn between being relieved to have the support without having to ask for it and being disturbed at how well seasoned the action is. It's one more piece of proof that Prompto has been helping Ignis with his disability even though Ignis himself cannot remember it.
Despite his conflicted emotions, Ignis gives Prompto a small smile, "I'm fine and I believe I will stay that way as long as we move slowly. Now that I'm up and moving, it may be nice to stay that way. Does this area seem like it would be a good place to hunt for supplies or should we move to a different area first?"
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As they walked he surveyed their surroundings. This was more Gladio's territory, but he could fill in as best as he could. "There's the raft I floated in on. Maybe we can keep it somewhere to use later? There's a lot of trash around. Like, broken up old boats and stuff. And it looks like there's a lot of plant-life."
Unfortunately, he wouldn't be as good at identifying edibles as you-know-who, beyond the basics that were obvious.
"That's about all I can tell from here."
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"Since the logs that made up the raft were sturdy enough to hold a snowmobile, it would be wise to salvage them if we can. They will be strong supports for a permanent shelter or a good start to some kind of protective fence depending on just how long they are," he pauses a moment to look inland before continuing. "For the moment, lets not worry about vegetation. If I could see, it would not be hard to determine what is edible and what isn't. Describing each plant in detail to me is something we don't have time for, especially when that time could be better spent searching boat wreckage for supplies or tools that have been left behind."
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Having a friend injured like that was still daunting, but he thought he was getting better at dealing with it. He took his time, and when he was able to touch Ignis' hand on the seat of the snowmobile and wait to be sure that the man was fine on his own, he took a step back.
"Okay, I'll go get the raft."
He kicked up some dirt as he made another dash towards the water. The raft had slid onto the shore but a high tide could still pull it away. There was some splashing as he stepped into the shallow water, and some grunting as he struggled to drag another heavy object onto the shore. Gladio would have been a huge help. He switched between pulling and pushing until he got it about as far as he thought he would for the moment. Moving the snowmobile, the raft and Ignis was all going to be too much. He'd have to leave some things behind and come back for it later, when they knew where they were going to use the raft.
When he came back to Ignis it was no secret. He was panting heavily, wiping the sweat off his brows and trudging along. He sounded like he was out of breath when he spoke, "I think that'll keep it from drifting away for now."
Leaning on the snowmobile next to Ignis, he let out a little, tired 'phew'.
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While Prompto takes care of the raft, Ignis settles against the snowmobile and does his best to rest so he's ready to move once the blonde returns and has rested himself. He stares blindly out at the water, and eventually, quite against his will, the waves start to lull him into dozing. Scattered flashes of memory haunt him and it's actually a relief when Prompto's return wakes him fully.
He gauges the blonde's location by his breathing, reaching out to give his shoulder a light squeeze, "Thank you. I wish I could have been of some assistance. You sound quite worn out."
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"I think we'll have to come back for it later, though. There's too much stuff to move." He paused. "Wherever we're going to move it. We should find a haven somewhere soon so we know where to go before it gets dark. Who knows how long the day will last?"
It was still bright but the days had been growing shorter rapidly. Pretty soon there wouldn't be any daytime left. That left him with the awkward question, "Do you... wanna stay here while I look, or do you want to come, too?"
He honestly didn't know which he felt better about. Ignis didn't seem to be in good enough shape to travel, and who knew what hazards they might run into. On the other hand, he didn't like separating from Ignis and leaving him there alone. What if something happened? In the end, it was up to Ignis.
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Unconsciously, the hand not on Prompto's shoulder tightens around the edge of the snowmobile, but aside from that, Ignis schools himself into neutrality, "It's probably best if I stay here while you search the immediate area. So far no danger has presented itself, so I will be fine alone. We don't know if that will remain true once we move to a different location."
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Facing Ignis, he took a step back and frowned. They'd have to do something about all that blood. Ignis didn't deserve to sit around covered in that. Even worse, it was probably Ignis' own blood. He couldn't be feeling great right now.
"I'll come back as soon as possible," he promised, taking another step back, reluctant to break away completely. "I'll try to find water and stuff, too."
His voice was on the verge of cracking as he shifted about restlessly, before finally breaking away and jogging up the beach. If he waited too long he would never leave. Normally he wouldn't worry about splitting up, but leaving him in such a weakened state was another matter. He'd just have to hope for the best and find things quickly. At least, if nothing else, he was good at running.