[Board games, or something like it, might not go amiss. Best to keep his mind active and busy instead of prowling around the safehouse with vague impatience, even if he doesn't usually whittle his time away with useless endeavors.
But then comes the compliment, which has V blinking over the rim of his mug. A moment of quiet as he lowers his hand, giving Prompto a considering look.]
I had no reason to not speak with you. If I was angry, it would've been anger misguided; anyone could've lost me to the police, you were just in the right place at the wrong time.
Besides, you brought me a cane. I can't stay upset.
[prompto would like to say something along the lines of being glad that he was in the right place at the wrong time, but that might be a little too much, that anxious feeling of attachment wishing to brim forward as he feels like he's blinding trying to find a place where he has friends like the ones back home. this feels close to it, in a roundabout sort of way, but that's his own problem.]
[he just grins as v takes on his words without intent to embarrass him, but with grace nonetheless.]
Guess it was all worth something in the end.
[for the first time in some days, he hasn't felt the weight of feeling lost and abandoned, ugly feelings rearing their heads when he's at his lowest. he crosses his arms, somewhat embarrassed, adjusting how he's holding his balance on his feet.]
I hope your stay in this world isn't too long, but hopefully it's not a terrible experience in the meantime either.
[What an earnest young man. Brimming with energy and a need to be helpful. It had worked out, in the end, like Prompto says -- a trip to the NAPD was not completely fruitless, and so perhaps it was all for the better that he let him slip away during the carnival.]
Yes, it was. I hope so, too, but we'll see in the meanwhile. At least I know that you're always willing to help.
[One point of contact made in a strange world, full of strange faces. V supposes it's as good as anything.]
[Which is true, but only the tip of the iceberg. He doesn't know the extent of varying magics that exist in other words -- he didn't even know of the existence of them until his arrival here -- but he has a feeling not all run along the same lines.
And so, a small amount of clarification.]
Where I'm from, there is a human world and an underworld. A demon world. At times the two mingle, though very rarely does anything good come from it. There is 'magic' to be had in the latter, though. Power that resides there.
[that's the first he's ever heard of the term underworld being used to describe an actual part of the world. it's always been something in literature and stories, legends and myths, but religion and faith in eos never spoke much of such endings.]
Huh.
[there is nothing that he can quite think compares.]
Are they like parallel worlds in one some place? We got daemons where I'm from, but I don't think we'd be talking about the same thing.
They exist in tandem with each other. Divided by a... partition, I guess you could say. But one that isn't hard to pierce.
[It reminds him of his conversation with Riko, being forced to tell her his theories on just what was happening with this world. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, briefly.]
Not if one knows how. Even so- [He sips at his tea again, then opens dark eyes to look at Prompto.] Tell me of your daemons. I'm curious.
[note to self: v is probably like some dark lord wizard who knows about partitions and weird dark shit.]
Well... there's a lot that could be said, I guess. [he scratches at his neck for a moment, as if trying to center his thoughts, before speaking up.] Eos is plagued by the starscourge, a parasitic thing in origin that attacks any life form, particularly people and animals. It changes them—into monsters. [this is mostly grim, the former about people something he realized belatedly after talking with ardyn—after seeing what the man really was.] We call them daemons. They exist only in the dark, and sunlight hurts them.
Some ... scientist actually used the daemons to fuel the soldiers he had created. [he keeps his arms close to his chest—crossed—looking down at his shoes as he bounces one heel onto the toes of the other.] It gets pretty twisted from there.
There's a prophecy to destroy all of that. The Chosen King, the Crystal, a world of darkness...
[this last bit is something he picked up from ardyn and noctis both, the details still unclear to him.]
So, it's like a disease. It makes whatever's infected rabid almost. A new creature altogether.
[If only V were something as simple as a dark lord wizard tbh]
So your daemons are created via some kind of sickness that’s infected your world.
[That’s the gist of what he’s getting. The revelation that there would be some trying to apply science to such a disease is not at all surprising; that’s just human nature, taking something twisted and wanting to twist it even further, under the thrall of their own control.]
This prophecy hasn’t come to pass? [Chosen Kings and Crystals and a world of darkness. Prompto’s offering a lot of information that he can’t connect together.]
[glad that v is getting all this info from the one who is the least in the loop, but at least prompto's efforts are ... efforts.]
[he's not too keen to talk on about the prophecy since, again, he doesn't feel like he knows enough of it to explain it properly. it makes him feel out of his depth. needless to say, it also makes him feel frustrated because of what it is and what it means for someone he is particularly close with.]
...no, not yet. [fixating his anxious energy to tapping fingers onto the edge of the counter, prompto fixes his footing until both feet are flat on the floor, his shoulders hunched a touch.] Sometimes you hear a prophecy or something and think, that ain't for me, I'll be dead before that thing that's set for a thousand years from now happens, so whatever. But -- it might actually be happening sooner rather than later.
[maybe while we stand here and chat? it feels hecky to think about his own time-and-space existence like this]
[here, he bares somewhat of a grin.]
I guess it'd be cool for me if I also got back as soon as possible. Damn. [that's having something in common]
[There’s obviously a discomfort in Prompto’s demeanor — a sort of fidgeting nervousness he’s beginning to think is part and parcel of his personality — but V can hardly blame him. If they’re speaking in terms of prophecies, then they’re talking in grand measures. The end and beginning of worlds, a destiny already carved out for a certain chosen few. And if it’s as dreary as how it sounds, not to mention potentially just around the corner, then V can… relate, even if he cannot quite comprehend the kind of fate that Eos has been branded with.]
So you understand.
[A pause, another drink of his tea, but then he sets it down on the counter this time.]
I need to return for the same reasons. Or at least, similar reasons, I assume. [A world deteriorating, or otherwise destroyed. “A world of darkness”, as Prompto had put it, rarely means anything good.] Thus my haste and impatience when you first found me. I had just located something important. And then awakening here... it was jarring.
Yeah. Guess I can't really blame you for wanting nothing to do with anything. Kinda funny, though— [he starts, his voice reaching a pitch to imply he's gonna try to be funny for a bit.] —thinking to just go to a police officer to ask for help.
[he's pretty aware that's not what v set out to do; it's just something that happened. but, to have that be interpreted that way can be kind of funny.]
[a moment of silence and then,]
I found out about the prophecy while here. [awkward, hesitant shifting...crossing his arms again] So it's not like I... thought I had to be anywhere immediately. Was kinda happy to not be where I was, to be honest. [but then a shrug, a sigh, and trying to act cool about it.] I'm not that crucial to the prophecy, I don't think, so — Eos should be okay without me for a bit longer.
Way that you speak maybe you're not exactly as non-crucial as I am. What's that you found?
[To find out about your world's fate while departed from it. V wonders if that's worse, if that would make the sting of needing to return home just amplify itself rather than comfort him.
Maybe it's proof of their differing personalities.]
A sword. Not for me to yield, but for someone else.
[Non-crucial, Prompto calls him, though V can argue against that, too.]
I am crucial enough to where I can provide guidance and information to those who need it back home. But no more than that. Not any longer.
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But then comes the compliment, which has V blinking over the rim of his mug. A moment of quiet as he lowers his hand, giving Prompto a considering look.]
I had no reason to not speak with you. If I was angry, it would've been anger misguided; anyone could've lost me to the police, you were just in the right place at the wrong time.
Besides, you brought me a cane. I can't stay upset.
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[he just grins as v takes on his words without intent to embarrass him, but with grace nonetheless.]
Guess it was all worth something in the end.
[for the first time in some days, he hasn't felt the weight of feeling lost and abandoned, ugly feelings rearing their heads when he's at his lowest. he crosses his arms, somewhat embarrassed, adjusting how he's holding his balance on his feet.]
I hope your stay in this world isn't too long, but hopefully it's not a terrible experience in the meantime either.
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Yes, it was. I hope so, too, but we'll see in the meanwhile. At least I know that you're always willing to help.
[One point of contact made in a strange world, full of strange faces. V supposes it's as good as anything.]
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Count on me, V.
[that's a sincere statement if anything.] What's your world like, anyway? Earth, but with magic?
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[Which is true, but only the tip of the iceberg. He doesn't know the extent of varying magics that exist in other words -- he didn't even know of the existence of them until his arrival here -- but he has a feeling not all run along the same lines.
And so, a small amount of clarification.]
Where I'm from, there is a human world and an underworld. A demon world. At times the two mingle, though very rarely does anything good come from it. There is 'magic' to be had in the latter, though. Power that resides there.
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Huh.
[there is nothing that he can quite think compares.]
Are they like parallel worlds in one some place? We got daemons where I'm from, but I don't think we'd be talking about the same thing.
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[It reminds him of his conversation with Riko, being forced to tell her his theories on just what was happening with this world. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, briefly.]
Not if one knows how. Even so- [He sips at his tea again, then opens dark eyes to look at Prompto.] Tell me of your daemons. I'm curious.
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Well... there's a lot that could be said, I guess. [he scratches at his neck for a moment, as if trying to center his thoughts, before speaking up.] Eos is plagued by the starscourge, a parasitic thing in origin that attacks any life form, particularly people and animals. It changes them—into monsters. [this is mostly grim, the former about people something he realized belatedly after talking with ardyn—after seeing what the man really was.] We call them daemons. They exist only in the dark, and sunlight hurts them.
Some ... scientist actually used the daemons to fuel the soldiers he had created. [he keeps his arms close to his chest—crossed—looking down at his shoes as he bounces one heel onto the toes of the other.] It gets pretty twisted from there.
There's a prophecy to destroy all of that. The Chosen King, the Crystal, a world of darkness...
[this last bit is something he picked up from ardyn and noctis both, the details still unclear to him.]
So, it's like a disease. It makes whatever's infected rabid almost. A new creature altogether.
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So your daemons are created via some kind of sickness that’s infected your world.
[That’s the gist of what he’s getting. The revelation that there would be some trying to apply science to such a disease is not at all surprising; that’s just human nature, taking something twisted and wanting to twist it even further, under the thrall of their own control.]
This prophecy hasn’t come to pass? [Chosen Kings and Crystals and a world of darkness. Prompto’s offering a lot of information that he can’t connect together.]
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[glad that v is getting all this info from the one who is the least in the loop, but at least prompto's efforts are ... efforts.]
[he's not too keen to talk on about the prophecy since, again, he doesn't feel like he knows enough of it to explain it properly. it makes him feel out of his depth. needless to say, it also makes him feel frustrated because of what it is and what it means for someone he is particularly close with.]
...no, not yet. [fixating his anxious energy to tapping fingers onto the edge of the counter, prompto fixes his footing until both feet are flat on the floor, his shoulders hunched a touch.] Sometimes you hear a prophecy or something and think, that ain't for me, I'll be dead before that thing that's set for a thousand years from now happens, so whatever. But -- it might actually be happening sooner rather than later.
[maybe while we stand here and chat? it feels hecky to think about his own time-and-space existence like this]
[here, he bares somewhat of a grin.]
I guess it'd be cool for me if I also got back as soon as possible. Damn. [that's having something in common]
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So you understand.
[A pause, another drink of his tea, but then he sets it down on the counter this time.]
I need to return for the same reasons. Or at least, similar reasons, I assume. [A world deteriorating, or otherwise destroyed. “A world of darkness”, as Prompto had put it, rarely means anything good.] Thus my haste and impatience when you first found me. I had just located something important. And then awakening here... it was jarring.
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[he's pretty aware that's not what v set out to do; it's just something that happened. but, to have that be interpreted that way can be kind of funny.]
[a moment of silence and then,]
I found out about the prophecy while here. [awkward, hesitant shifting...crossing his arms again] So it's not like I... thought I had to be anywhere immediately. Was kinda happy to not be where I was, to be honest. [but then a shrug, a sigh, and trying to act cool about it.] I'm not that crucial to the prophecy, I don't think, so — Eos should be okay without me for a bit longer.
Way that you speak maybe you're not exactly as non-crucial as I am. What's that you found?
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Maybe it's proof of their differing personalities.]
A sword. Not for me to yield, but for someone else.
[Non-crucial, Prompto calls him, though V can argue against that, too.]
I am crucial enough to where I can provide guidance and information to those who need it back home. But no more than that. Not any longer.