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Noctis Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] carbungle) wrote2025-09-05 12:18 pm
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-05 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
I don't believe so. If I have, they aren't dreams I remember.

I have nightmares sometimes though.

I try not to sleep very much at home. Here, there is little else to do. How do civilians stand such mundane lives?

Oh my gods Noct that is so precious 😍 I did the same for Hythlodaeus when he was an egg, and until he grew too big. It was very nice, especially because it was cold out. He kept me so warm. Hades knew better than to try taking Hythlo away. I get cold so easy and my little egg is so snuggly.

Most of your council sound like they've got sticks so far up their arses they could brush their teeth with them. I imagine there are few greater honours than a baby deciding you're they're favourite.

I just imagined Alisaie as a very small child doing this, because it is something she would have done. "Don't you have better things to do than interrupt playtime, your highness?"

She would probably say the same thing even now, if I'm honest. Sometimes I feel bad for poor Alphinaud, but he was also so insufferable when he was younger lol They kept each other in line.

The thought of being a mother is something that always scared me. To be the world to something so precious and vulnerable and wholly dependent on me, when the whole of the world depends upon me as well. As things are, even if I could have a child, it would be too dangerous.

I have some pictures from when I was turned small. I was six years old, so not quite a baby. I have pictures from when I was twelve as well. I was such a rude adolescent it's embarrassing. Verstael approached me asking for a sample and Kiyomi told him he was being creepy.

"Do you ask all the little girls here that?"

Ardbert has the whole audio saved, since Kiyomi called him from her pocket in case something happened.

Bahamut cannot smite you from here, don't worry.

Shite Noct those sound amazing. Better than the boring zombie dhalmels.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-05 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sleeping all morning is all right every now and then, but not every day. Perhaps once or twice a week? I have lost muscle tone from periods of too much idleness, though feel healthier in most other ways due to my body having an opportunity to rest.

Perhaps have the people of each region under Lucian rule vote for one of their own they'd like to sit on the council. Something like a parliament.

Ishgard has shifted into bicameral republic, with two parliaments — the House of Lords and the House of Commons. It is meant to ensure that both the highborns and the lowborns are represented equally within the government.

What is the point in being a king if you can't kick out the council and replace it with those who hold the best interests of all in mind, rather than the few?

Unless you're the Fae King, I suppose. The fae don't fuss over trivial matters like politics. I should ask Titania one day what they do... I honestly have no idea.

I can scarcely wrap my head around my impending matrimony, and it was my own choice. I wonder if it's like that, regardless? To suddenly be thinking of yourself as someone's spouse.

I am fortunate that Ardbert has no expectation of children. I had been so worried, because he would be such a wonderful father. But he was confused when I asked if he would resent me for it, because he had already known I wasn't able to lol

I wonder what would have happened if someone in your family line decided to not produce any offspring, or was incapable of it?

Dying and leaving a child without a parent is part of why I would never have one as things are. I don't expect to see past thirty summers, if I'm honest. I know I have people who would take care of any child I had, but I've seen too many children learn they've lost their mother or father.

Are you surprised? Kiyomi kept reminding him that she was twelve. She wasn't an aetherologist. It was embarrassing to listen to, but also interesting. Even if she didn't have the resources to learn, her theories on aetherology weren't wholly incorrect. She was quite smart.

I do feel somewhat bad for Verstael. If he's always struggled with socializing it's little wonder he grew into the man he is now.

Swivving hells Noct that looks like so much fun I want to fight one. Do they have tails?

I will send some pictures of Kiyo. One moment.


[ She finds some pictures Ardbert took of her at six years old, having been convinced to take off her headscarf indoors at the very least.

The little girl is painfully small, pale, and her stubby horns are jagged at the ends in a clearly unnatural way — the shape doesn't at all resemble the broad wings of Era's adult horns.

Still, Kiyo looks content and safe in each photo, and the images do well in showing how tiny Auri horns and tails are when they're children. ]


Horns and tails grow as we age, though stop at a certain size. Our horns can regrow, and I believe our tails can as well if given time and proper treatment.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-06 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Some people have different natural sleep patterns to others. You might consider trying a schedule that more closely aligns to your biology, but still allows for productive daytime hours.

Perhaps wake up at 10am, and continue your training and other work later to account for the difference. You may find yourself with more energy, and feel more alert. It would be a matter of trial and error; experimentation, to see what best works for you. I tend to stay up late and rise early, but take naps in the during the hottest parts of the day.

That would be a good legacy to leave behind. Even if you do survive, you can pretend that you didn't and go off to be an adventurer or chocobo rancher or whatever your heart desires instead. Leave the politics to people more fond of them.

Queen Crepera? She must have been interesting. All of the women leaders I've met have been forces to reckon with.

You were taught about your family's lineage?

I don't know Verstael's relationship to Prompto or yourself, or the rest of your family, so I cannot judge on that. I do find him... sad, I suppose. It must be a lonely life.

When I was younger I thought I hated all Garleans. It wasn't until later I understood that I hated what Garlemald stood for and not the people themselves. The ones that weren't subjugated and oppressed, forced into servitude of the empire, were almost always soldiers who were manipulated into believing lies.

Some of my greatest allies have been Garleans.

All men are capable of horrible, unspeakable cruelties. In the end it doesn't matter their race or creed. We are all equals. Equally capable of good, or evil.

So I would say... Do not hate Nifs just for being of Nifleheim. If you need to hate, hate individuals. Or hate the society that twisted humanity into its cruelest forms.

In the end, however, hatred is a waste. There is so much of it in the world. Imagine how much hatred shaped the lives of your enemies. What would they have been if circumstances were different?

I do my best to feel sadness and love for each enemy I slay. Even if they may have done loathsome things... No one deserves to feel hated in their final moments.

But that is just my experience.


Do they do the thing where they spin in a circle and use the momentum to knock everyone away, or is it just a tail smash? Also ouch, Noct. That always hurts. Were your lungs all right? Punctured lungs are the godsdamned worst. As if a broken rib isn't irritating enough, suddenly you can't breathe either. 🙄

You are twenty, or something thereabouts, aren't you?

I've no memory from before the age of twenty-one. Not a single thing. Until I was turned into a child I had assumed Hydaelyn made me, or breathed life back into a corpse and stuffed me into it.

I was Her Crystal Bearer, and her daughter. I chose to be Era.

I do not remember being Kiyo, or Kiyomi, or Aura. The memories I have now are akin to the faded memory of a dream. The memories of your childhood are clearer than my own will ever be.

Auri children are so very cute. If I have a child one day she will look entirely Auri, save for having fewer scales.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-06 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't laziness to work with your body rather than against it, but that is understandable. If you ever wish to take a nap one afternoon, you're welcome to come over. I can also teach you to use a proper bow, if you like. I believe I made the same offer to Prompto, but didn't have the supplies at the time.

Likewise, if you would like or need any training with a greataxe, Ardbert would be thrilled to assist.

What would you do? If you had a chance to just be Noctis — a future — what would you enjoy most? It is worth thinking about, even if it may never happen.

She sounds wonderful. What were her weapons of choice? I know some shinobi, and they are formidable allies. The art of the shinobi in my world originated with my people, the Raen.

You've elixirs that can cure shattered ribs? That's incredible Noct (°ロ°) !

My apologies — I hadn't meant to imply it was childish. You would be surprised at how many grown men and women who paint all Garleans with the same broad stroke. So much hatred.

I've met a few Garleans like your Aranea. The lucky few who saw where things were headed and found a way to leave. I'm glad she and her companions escaped Nifleheim. It means there must be others like her. Hopefully they all find their way to refuge.

Gaius van Baelsar was once a Garlean general. He was tasked with conquering Eorzea. He failed, and once he saw that the empire was willing to destroy Eorzea he began to have doubts. He truly, honestly believed that conquering us 'savages' would bring us peace and enlightenment, or some gobshite like that. He was actually the one who told me I had the power to rule. He had a big, long speech trying to convince me to join his cause.

He was manipulated and lied to, and as a result he was a ruthless man. I felt no remorse when I believed him dead by my actions.

Then he reappeared one day, returning a comatose Alphinaud to us. He saved my little brother. He saved my baby brother and brought him back to us when we feared him dead.

Hard as it may be to understand, people who are loyal to their leaders trust them. They trust that even seemingly horrific acts are done with foresight and a purpose for the greater good of their people. Or they are simply told lies about what is being done, where Nifleheim or Garlemald may have instigated an attack resulting in the deaths of their own, they can say that it was the Lucians or the Eorzeans who did it.

Their people cling to their trust as the world crumbles around them, because otherwise they would crumble too.

Do you mind if I tell you a story? It is one of a war between dragons and 'elves'. It was what gave me understanding, where before I felt only unending anger.


[ And speaking of anger, she can't help but feel a spark of resentment at how easily he dismisses her. She takes a moment to push it aside because she knows it's because he does not and will not ever be able to understand it, and she would never wish for him to. ]

I will never be able to comprehend living so many years, so I will never truly be able to understand. I'm so incredibly sorry for all that you have suffered through, and will continue to suffer through. If I've been dismissive of you it was never my intent.

But please

Noct
it's


However easily I may share it with you, not a single soul in my home worlds know the true extent of my amnesia. They will never know of the detailed journals I keep. They will never know that each time I fall asleep there is a moment where I fear this may be the last thing I ever remember. That I will wake up in the morn an empty slate once again, forgetting all the things I hold so dear.

Ardbert knows, and Hades knew. I've hinted at it before with Ardyn, but never told him.

I have near five years of memories from home. A majority of my memories are horrible. I see the worst of humanity more often than I see the good. Over half of my life has been spent in active war. I've lost so many friends I cannot count them any longer.

After Haurchefant was killed I spent so much time being angry. I was so filled with hatred. I wanted to lash out. To hurt all those around me. I was tired of losing everything I held dear to me.

I slaughtered the man who killed my brother. He died by a blade fueled by anger, resentment, and hatred.

It only served to make me feel worse. I did not kill Ser Zephirin — I murdered him, Noct. I could argue it was self-defense, but in my heart of hearts I know that is a lie.

Since that day I've made sure to wield my weapons out of a desire to protect, not a desire for vengeance. It isn't a matter of being nice. It is a matter of never wanting to feel like that again. I never want to become like those I kill.

And so I make sure to always feel compassion for those whose lives I must take. Not just for them, but for myself.

You are such a kind person, Noct. I don't want you to ever feel like I did back then.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-07 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
If he ever arrives here I can supply you with scientific evidence about differing circadian rhythms.

I can teach you how to make one. We would need the materials, and purchase time at the forge, but a simple polearm is hardly a challenge. I may actually have the metal on hand for the axe head, since I've been trying to gather enough for a greatsword. I haven't been able to acquire enough scraps of consistent quality to forge a blade the size I need. It is frustrating.

Would you like to design something for my wedding?

Oh, that sounds very useful. Shinobi have a spell where they create a shuriken out of aether, but it is not something they can do in rapid succession. How do you manage to throw it effectively without cutting yourself? I'm unfamiliar with the movement needed to throw one.

I will tell you of the Dragonsong War another day. The thousand year war between Ishgard and the Dravanians. Perhaps I will share it with the network. Enough people seem enthralled by the fantastical aspects of my reality that they may enjoy it.


It's all right, Noct. I know you didn't. I'm just sensitive with regards to memory. I think it may be why the Echo strikes me as it does — there is so much empty space to be filled. Like a sponge.

What you describe is a common side-effect of experiences such as yours. Your brain was protecting itself as best it could. Who you were after and who you are now is a testament to your will. I like this person you are now.

I'm so sorry. I have never been placed in a situation like that... I can only imagine how awful it was. I'm glad Prompto survived, and you chose to learn from such a horrible experience.

Have compassion for the person he was, but not the one he became. Kill him for the world, and for your family. Put an end to it.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-07 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Most of what I learned was out of necessity — so accessories, foci, weaponry, and armor. I know how to make basic potions, healing remedies, and enchanted inks for my arcanima. I've made a few clockwork automatons, though I wouldn't call myself an expert. They require time I often didn't have to spare.

I used to make toys for children at the orphanages. Little things, like wooden boats or swords. My favourite was making plush toys they could hold close at night; soft and warm, with a core of fragrant herbs to soothe them.

I also made toys for Dravanian children sometimes, when I visit my dragon friends. The dragonets were especially curious about airships one day, bothering a poor knight who just wanted to deliver supplies. He couldn't understand them, so I translated and he thought it was quite cute. Children were children, even if they were dragons. He let me have some scrap to make the trio each a toy airship of their own and they flew off with them immediately, tossing them into the air and letting them fall deep into the Sea of Clouds before chasing them.

I could use something to decorate my horns, but doesn't cover them. The 'aesthetic' will be the night sky, filled with sparkling stars.

And if it wouldn't cause offense, I would like to incorporate something Lucian into the decorations somehow. Your family is important to me. It would feel wrong not to acknowledge that in some way.

So far I've only truly seen simple blades used as a target for teleporting, and even that was very impressive to me. To hear that you can do all of these other things as well is very, very cool and makes me a little bit jealous! I love hitting targets with projectiles, but being limited by my ammunition is frustrating lol It's part of why I favour magic.


Yes, I spoke to Ardbert of it before. At home I never felt guilty because it always provided information that would help me, and was obvious it would help me in some way. The Echo was also common enough that a majority of people have an awareness of it.

Here, it has felt... Very invasive. It feels wrong, like it's something dirty. I don't know how to control it, but I know it can be controlled. I have been working on keeping my soul from reaching out to others since that's the only thing I can think of that could help prevent visions, but it is painful. Hemera loves so deeply. When someone around me is sad she wants to reach out and comfort them. To fight against the nature of your soul is a difficult thing, but I'm not sure what else to do. I will keep trying to figure something out.


While I'm sure there is a lot I could say about that, I suddenly find my mind filled with colourfully uncharitable thoughts so numerous I can't decide on any in particular.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-07 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Are the flasks themselves enchanted in some way, or do they simply need to be made of a specific material? In theory it shouldn't be difficult.

I made a figurine of Midgardsormr as a dragonet. I will fetch it for pictures. One moment.


[ She takes a few pictures of the clay figurine she sculpted of the Father of Dragons (in his baby form), painted with careful accuracy and given glass eyes that look quite realistic.

She then also sends along a picture of her horns from the front and side, camera held out at a distance with one hand while the other pulls her hair away from the horn she's focusing on. Then she sends along another picture of her horns from behind (clearly taken for her by Ardbert, as there are limits to even her flexibility), hair pulled up and away from her horns to better show the way they flare outward. ]


I was thinking of making small crystals from glass to create a sparkling effect. I'll likely be doing that regardless, then sewing them into my skirt along with aetherially conductive thread.

Chrysanthemums are lovely. I have some in my garden. They symbolize 'honesty', and would go well with thistles. Ishgardian flowers and Lucian flowers. I will come up with something, thank you.

I'm not sure I understand. By 'life' are you referring to one's vigour?

If I am entirely honest I don't actually know much about the armiger. I know:
Âģ you can teleport using it
Âģ you can put things in it like my inventory
Âģ you can share it with people
Âģ it has very cool weapons ?
Âģ it is an inheritance

What do you mean by 'fully activated'?


I have never been attacked whilst having a vision. It is something I've never considered before. Do you think anyone here would hurt me? Should I let them, if they do? It may make them feel better. The Echo takes control away from them, and harming me may give them back that sense of control.


I do have a strong history of forgetting things.

I'll be sure not to bring it up, Noct.
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let's see if this one is poofed!

[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-13 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Depending on what the enchantment is, it may be possible to enhance the efficacy of them if I were to carve geometries into flasks crafted of aetherically conductive metals.

Midgardsormr is not just a dragon, he is the Father of Dragons, king of kings, and guardian deity of Silvertear Falls.

His planet, the Dragonstar, was laid to waste by a weapon sent by yet another unknown world in our universe. His seven children were yet unborn, and so he took his eggs and fled — he flew the void of space tirelessly until he came upon my planet. He had once been known for his brilliant, fiery mane, but his journey took so many years that the the fire burned out.

He deemed my star safe for his children, and in return for sheltering him, Hydaelyn formed a pact with Midgardsormr. He would be a protector of the realm, and She would safely harbour his children. Thus, the dragons came to be.

Near thirty years ago now, his physical body perished in a battle defending Silvertear Lake from an imperial invasion. 'The Battle of Silvertear Skies', where he led the Dravanian Horde in a fight against the Garlean empire. There was an airship — a dreadnaught — named the Agrius that led the aerial assault. It was large... Large enough to hold a town within it.

Midgardsormr was even larger. He coiled around the Agrius like a python, strangling it. When the ship finally exploded it ended up killing him. His corpse is still twined around the Agrius even in death, and serves as a reminder of both the reality of gods and the strength of the empire.

I eventually met him, of course. His body was ruined but his soul was intact. He roused from his slumber when I went to investigate his corpse, and was not best pleased. He tried very hard to kill me, then stripped me of Mother's Blessing, then took the form of a dragonet and formed a covenant with me, intent on observing my deeds and judging my worth.

Gods he was such an arsehole. Never would give answers when I wanted them, but always had something snarky and cryptic to say when I didn't. While traveling within my soul, or wherever it was he slotted himself, he was slowly regenerating his energy. He fell silent after the Dragonsong War, and remained that way until the enemy that destroyed his home came to Eorzea.

It was very difficult. It would have been impossible without his help. At one point I was trapped within a binding prism and facing certain death... There suddenly there Midgardsormr was, no longer a dragonet but the Father of Dragons, bursting through the rift and crushing my prison in his jaws. He had used up all of his regained energy in order to protect me, sending him shortly thereafter into hibernation.

For Midgardsormr, a short nap is the equivalent of a mortal's lifetime. I will likely never see him again.

Even in sleep, however, he still continued to watch out for me and my friends. When his enemy later trapped us in the void of a collapsing rift, suddenly Hraesvelgr appeared. He bore Cid, Alpha, and I to safety after. His father had spoken to him from within dreams, telling him to come to my aid and the great wyrm obliged.

Hraesvelgr is one of the First Brood — one of the first seven dragons born upon my world.

Hraesvelgr, the White Wyrm.
Nidhogg, the Black Wyrm. (Deceased.)
Tiamat, the Dusk Wyrm.
Bahamut, the Dawn Wyrm. (Deceased.)
Ratatoskr, the Curious Wyrm. (Deceased.)

I know nothing of the remaining two, save for that they are still alive. I hope I am able to meet them one day.

My apologies — I am quite fond of the Dravanians. I find them much easier to understand than people, even when the elder dragons speak so cryptically.


White chrysanthemums are loyalty, devotion, and honesty. Violet blooms represent the unbearable pain of lost love.
[ Take a wild guess at which she has more of in her garden. ] 'Truth til death' is a lovely meaning, though perhaps not quite fitting at a wedding where the groom has already died.

What do sylleblossoms mean?

Oh, I understand that. It is a precarious line to stay balanced upon in combat. As a Dark Knight I cloak my blade in stygian flames and empower myself with eldritch arts, all fueled by my aether. If I am not careful to balance my aether reserves and my vitality there is a risk of entropic backlash that I've heard can severely wound the soul.

It is incredibly fun. Especially when particularly obnoxious civilians are utterly horrified by my dark arts. I've had a few disrespectful men look like they shat their pants. đŸ¤Ŗ

Noct, that looks super cool!!!!! Ardyn can do that too?????

In that situation I would deserve it. Besides, I can take a punch or two, or twenty. Also don't punch teeth, Noct — they can cut your flesh and cause awful infections. Aim for the nose, or the jaw instead. A proper punch can knock someone out cold.

Your phrasing was all right! I was just trying to make a joke. I should have used an emoji 😋
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-13 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Aether is just energy, and arcanima directs and shapes that energy into what you need. If the energy of your enchantment comes in contact with the flask upon activation, a geometry should in theory have an effect. Alternatively I could stuff a portion of my aether in a geometry and see if that boosts the power.

My scales are something between bone and fingernail in structure. I don't find it creepy. Au Ra scales are very durable, and traditionally are used for reinforcing things. Personally I make daggers and jewelry from mine. I actually made a dagger for Somnus, and saw him teleport using it. It was cool.

If you can find out the materials and shape of the flasks, along with any other requirements, I can make a few fairly easily.

If you or Dad want to try using my scales for anything you are always welcome to ask. I have more than enough to share.


I didn't really have much time. My life has always been spent keeping busy. Someone always needs the Warrior of Light. There is always a war, or a Primal, or looming calamity. Spare moments were always spent training. I would feel guilty if ever I was idle.

'There is no rest for the righteous.'

I'm used to traveling between nations and continents and worlds on a whim. When I think of how trapped I am here it makes me feel like I'm dying. It is a very slow and unproductive death. I don't know what I would do without Ardbert. 💏 He is stronger than be, but I am more powerful. Our spars are satisfying.

Oh! Hraesvelgr was the original Shiva's lover. She was a normal mortal woman and they fell in love, but because mortal lifespans are so short she begged him to consume her so their souls would be forever entwined.

So he ate her. And her soul is still with him, guiding him.

That is a lovely meaning! I know there is no shortage of sylleblossoms here. It's nice to know the meaning they hold.

My murdermagic is aspected to Darkness, so it may make people uncomfortable. I also don't have a large enough sword yet, unfortunately. My Darkside has been very restless within me, having none of their usual outlets. I summon them sometimes just to talk. Maybe you can meet them someday. If I get a proper sword we can all team up as a trio. âš”ī¸âš”ī¸âš”ī¸

I also have some of the Dreadwyrm's aether remnants within me, and am able to summon a Demi-Bahamut to fight alongside me for short bursts. I've avoided summoning it because I didn't want to freak anyone out.

And he has never shown me??? 😠😠

The best place to punch is an uppercut to the gut, at the solar plexus. It knocks all the breath out of them if you do it right. But usually if I'm in a position where I need to punch someone I could also kick them in the balls, so I do that instead. It's super effective. đŸ’¯
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-13 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
A Dualcast effect, or a detrimental status upon the target just from a bit of scale? If it works I can give all my smaller shed scales to you.

Ardbert enjoys fishing. đŸŽŖ I have never cared for it. Sitting so still makes me feel antsy. If I get hungry for fish I just catch them with my magic.

I don't expect to go forever. Just until I'm no longer needed. Then I can die and join my loved ones in the Lifestream until my soul is reborn. Until then, I will keep going. If I stop to rest it would be hard to get back up again.

I have been improving my sewing and culinary skills, and continuing my medical studies. Does sex count as a hobby?

Yes, he ate her whole. I don't know if there was a ritual involved beyond that. Hraesvelgr actually uses many of Shiva's abilities. Many of his descendants also have ice abilities. It's nice to see. I think it was not such a bad ending for Saint Shiva, as her soul is content where it is.

Shiva is so cool, is she? â„ī¸ It's strange to think of a Shiva in love with an Ifrit. A dear friend was the catalyst for the most recent Primal version of Shiva. Ysayle used her crystal to transform into Shiva. She was wonderful, and certainly not in love with Ifrit.

Somewhat. Every Dark Knight has a Darkside, consisting of the natural darkness ever person has within them. It is made up of not just of all your negative or repressed feelings, but also your strongest emotion. In Dark Knights our strongest emotions are love; a desire to protect. The rest is usually incidental.

And usually one's Darkside is not conscious, or capable of manifesting physical form. Mine stole aether from me and possessed a corpse, and was so fed up with how I put myself last that they tried to kill me in an effort to protect me. I defeated them and they've been better since.

So while my Darkside — Esteem, or Fray — is not technically another person, they are separate from me. They are me, but not me? It's weird. My mentor doesn't even know what to make of it.

Esteem tends to manifest in my form. Like a twin, I suppose.

Oh gods that's exactly it. He's done that with you, too?

He is so focused on the negatives of his condition that he is afraid to find any positives in it. It is infuriating! Darkness is only as evil as you allow it to be.

I learned to control my Darkside and now I can use it to protect others. I can create shields of shadow, or take a killing blow and possess my corpse for a handful of minutes. Unfortunately I will die for real if my walking corpse isn't healed enough to sustain life again within that timeframe.

Other defensive combat disciplines draw an enemy's attention to them by aggravation — I draw their attention by scaring them so horrifically that I become the focus of their panicked ire. There is something immensely satisfying in wrecking swathes of enemies using only the darkness of my pent-up emotions.

If nothing else, I imagine he could adapt many of my shielding techniques to work with his abilities.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-13 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
So the effects already exist as potential, and specific ingredients can activate different potential results?

I think Ardbert would like that. I hadn't realized there was a fishing game. I think it would good for him to try something relaxing in VR.

When your game was released I had the locals adapt the equipment so I could try it with him. The death mechanic brought back bad memories, so unfortunately we haven't touched it since. We quite enjoyed it until that point though! You did very well with the designs.

When I die, Mother won't have the strength to support another Warrior of Light like me. That is why, in the future where I died, all hope was lost for many years. If I cannot end the threat to my worlds before I die there will be no other who can.

I cannot protect every life, but I can protect their futures. These beautiful worlds that yet remain... I will safeguard them until my dying breath and beyond it.

And so I will keep fighting. Not for duty, or for Mother, but for those I have lost and those I can yet save. For the people I love.

I will never be free, but that is my choice.

Turning oneself into a Primal is less common, though it is possible. Aside from Shiva, there was King Thordan and his Knights of the Round. If enough people believe in you, and you have enough power to fuel the transformation, you can become a Primal. Ysayle had followers who believed she was Shiva's reincarnation, so she became Shiva. The Archbishop's knights believed he was as a god king, so his form was based upon King Thordan.

I could transform into a Primal, if I chose. There are enough who put their faith in me as the Warrior of Light and Warrior of Darkness, and I am not lacking in the power to.

While not exactly a Primal in the traditional sense, I always have the offer available to take my rightful mantle as the Fae King, Titania. Doing so would transform me into one of the fae, based upon Titania's concept.

My Darkside is...

The first time I allowed my inner darkness to fuel me I heard a woman screaming in pain. I did not know her voice. Fray (who I believed just my mentor at the time) told me that was the person I needed to protect most.

I thought I was losing my mind, honestly. I kept losing myself to bloodlust. I would black out sometimes, and was having trouble remembering things. I kept trying to commune with the abyss within me. Whenever I did I would hear those pained screams. I recognized the voice, but could not place it...

Eventually Fray revealed themselves to be Esteem — my Darkside — and we fought.

It was then that I realized the voice I heard from the abyss was my own. All the pain and anger I repress. All the agony and sorrow. The things I shove aside so I can push forward. Those are the things my Darkside is made of, all held together by my burning desire to protect.

Only after accepting that this darkness was a part of me was I able to control it. Now instead of fighting against me Esteem will fight alongside me.

Even if the Darkness of the Scourge is not the same... I wish Ardyn would understand that it will only ever be as monstrous as he allows it to become. He is stronger than he believes, and with family by his side, supporting him, he may falter but he will never fall.

If there is a way to merge the two magicks, it would only be possible once he has some degree of mastery of them both separately. A reliable understanding of what you're working with is necessary for success.

Perhaps I should tell him about Blue Mages one day. They are mages of the New World (the recently discovered western continent) who learn the spells of monsters by killing them and absorbing the aether left behind. The concept is wonderful, and I hope to learn it one day. To use Thousand Needles on a Morbol, or Bad Breath on a Cactuar would be so satisfying.

And it isn't selfish, Noct. It's a normal response, given the circumstances. It would be more concerning if you didn't find it unnerving.

Is it the appearance of the 'daemonic' abilities that bothers you, or the sight of Ardyn using them?
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Arcanima is not dissimilar in that regard. It's just maths. Geometry, specifically. Even if we understand that creating a geometry with specific angles, ratios, and radii will cause a particular effect, we don't necessarily understand why.

It is wonderful and finicky. For many years my Carbuncle was unable to vocalize any sound, and it was only a few years ago that I discovered it was due to a line in my summoning geometry being off by three degrees.

Being unable to interact with the world around us brought back very visceral memories of trauma. An option where the 'dead' party member is instead placed under a Heavy spell so intense it renders them naught but dead weight may be a reasonable compromise for those with sensory trauma? It would allow for continued stimulus without otherwise providing any advantage.

Shiva and King Thordan were done with intent by each catalyst. Phoenix was unintentional, but a very unique situation.

Titania is purposeful, though it can be done unintentionally. I gathered all the relics to unlock the castle doors, and the ritual to become the Fae King was to do just that. I hadn't know about this. If not for Feo-Ul I would have been forced to ascend, and am eternally grateful to my lovely branch for their aid.

I believe so long as you retain your physical flesh and your will you cannot be forcefully turned into a Primal, though I don't know for certain.


Ardyn can absorb memories?


[ She needs a hot second to parse that one. Yikes. ]

If you want to know if it is darkness in general or Ardyn's darkness I could show you some of my abilities.

Those moments when everyone is against you and you can do naught but hide and flee... I cannot imagine being without allies or magic, and having naught but a cursed ring for reassurance. I'm so sorry, Noct.

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