[ The setting; a very modern-looking, grand city, with tall buildings and skyscrapers. One that looks devastated though -- lamp posts are torn down and half of the buildings are crumbling as if some great force wreaked havoc through it. Any visible vegetation is dead and the streets are absolutely empty of people. Also of note; the sky is completely, ink black. Not even stars show.
The streets are empty except for Absinthe, standing fashionably on a lamp post. He turns as a man with short, spikey black hair approaches, as well as three men that follow shortly after. They're all dressed similarly in dark garbed. ]
Absinthe: Fashionably late, I see!
Noctis:Ardyn.
[ Spikey black hair man does not look happy. ]
Absinthe: Insomnia, the Crown City of my kingdom. I bid you a warm welcome.
[ He lifts his hand -- and fireworks shoot up in the sky above him, as if on his own cue. ]
Gladiolus: What the hell's he doing?
[ It becomes clear quite quickly they're not fireworks. They're fireballs, hitting even more buildings, exploding as they impact. Absinthe smiles -- ]
Absinthe: I've prepared something special for you, Noctis.
[ A shimmering, purple wall starts to rise behind him, looking like the surface of a bubble. ]
Noctis: What?!
Absinthe: Yes -- it's the same Wall your father gave his life to sustain. I thought it might serve as a lovely little reminder of your Daddy Dearest. Do you like it?
[ Absinthe laughs, and Noctis steps forward -- Gladiolus has to hold his arm out to keep him from moving any further. ]
Noctis: Sick....!
Absinthe: How could you say that to your own flesh and blood? I'll try to find it in my heart to forgive you by the time you reach the Citadel. My little pet will great you at the gates.
[ As he speaks, he disappears into a puff of dark purple-black smoke. In his wake, the city around them is left smouldering in the wake of the fires, smoke and flames rising up around them. ]
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Date: 2020-02-11 02:37 am (UTC)[ The setting; a very modern-looking, grand city, with tall buildings and skyscrapers. One that looks devastated though -- lamp posts are torn down and half of the buildings are crumbling as if some great force wreaked havoc through it. Any visible vegetation is dead and the streets are absolutely empty of people. Also of note; the sky is completely, ink black. Not even stars show.
The streets are empty except for Absinthe, standing fashionably on a lamp post. He turns as a man with short, spikey black hair approaches, as well as three men that follow shortly after. They're all dressed similarly in dark garbed. ]
Absinthe: Fashionably late, I see!
Noctis: Ardyn.
[ Spikey black hair man does not look happy. ]
Absinthe: Insomnia, the Crown City of my kingdom. I bid you a warm welcome.
[ He lifts his hand -- and fireworks shoot up in the sky above him, as if on his own cue. ]
Gladiolus: What the hell's he doing?
[ It becomes clear quite quickly they're not fireworks. They're fireballs, hitting even more buildings, exploding as they impact. Absinthe smiles -- ]
Absinthe: I've prepared something special for you, Noctis.
[ A shimmering, purple wall starts to rise behind him, looking like the surface of a bubble. ]
Noctis: What?!
Absinthe: Yes -- it's the same Wall your father gave his life to sustain. I thought it might serve as a lovely little reminder of your Daddy Dearest. Do you like it?
[ Absinthe laughs, and Noctis steps forward -- Gladiolus has to hold his arm out to keep him from moving any further. ]
Noctis: Sick....!
Absinthe: How could you say that to your own flesh and blood? I'll try to find it in my heart to forgive you by the time you reach the Citadel. My little pet will great you at the gates.
[ As he speaks, he disappears into a puff of dark purple-black smoke. In his wake, the city around them is left smouldering in the wake of the fires, smoke and flames rising up around them. ]