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Noctis Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] carbungle) wrote2025-09-05 12:18 pm
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-06 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
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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:
» you can teleport using it
» you can put things in it like my inventory
» you can share it with people
» it has very cool weapons ?
» 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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[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. 🤣

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. ⚔️⚔️⚔️

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. 💯
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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. 🎣 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? ❄️ 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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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-14 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-16 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
The good kind of weird. (ノ°∀°)ノ⌒・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*☆

Heavy makes the afflicted feel as though their body is much heavier, to such an extent that it's generally not worth the effort to move until the effect disappears. Depending on the strength of the spell the intensity of the effect can be adjusted. It's quite handy.

The fae as a whole are not so horrible. The Nu Mou are rather sweet, and adore serving mortals. The pixies are all about the size of my faerie, Lily, though look very different and have the mentality of children. All they want to do is have fun and play, and don't particularly care if their games are harmful to mortals. Many of the vaguely human-shaped bushes were once unsuspecting people. Some of these transformations were done to spare the victims from becoming Sin Eaters.

Then there are the Fuath. They live underwater and are prone to drowning those they wish to keep forever. Luckily I can breathe underwater lol. When Ardbert found me after my encounter with them he said "The first rule of dealing with the Fuath...is do not deal with the Fuath."

Feo Ul is a pixie, though they never fit in. Feo is much more mature, and very kind compared to the others. They make a wonderful Titania.

All the fae band together when there is an assault on their home, Il Mheg. The Kingdom of Rainbows. They are utterly, gleefully ruthless.


Your dad did the same once. I had asked after you and he mentioned the prophecy in his answer as though I already knew of it. He was so surprised I hadn't known.

In this circumstance it's understandable you would assume I knew. After all, I also have 'memory issues' due to my Echo, and you know Ardyn is aware of this. I'm accustomed to the Echo being common knowledge across my realm as it isn't an uncommon 'gift'. The first Echo vision I had here was with Ardyn. His easy acceptance of my visions was familiar — it was only his concern that hadn't been. In retrospect there are a few other things that leave me surprised I hadn't thought of this before...

With all things taken into consideration and all that weighs you down as of late, it can be difficult to keep track of everything. I know Ardyn won't be upset with you, Noct. Just try not to make up the difference by being upset with yourself in his stead, all right?

But on the subject of my Echo, and your cursed ring. My Echo stems from my soul reaching out to connect with other souls, fragments of them, or traces of them left imprinted upon objects.


As for my offer, this piece of information might be of use: I am able to use my abilities in a way where you wouldn't associate them with me. Esteem doesn't need to take my form — they have one other.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-16 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be wonderful, thank you.

So far as I'm aware there are no fae in the Source, only the First. 12,000 years ago our worlds were all identical, but in the time since then much as changed. Maybe the fae folk found the First just as Midgardsormr found the Source? It's odd.

Do you have a favourite fairytale?


The vague version is all I know. I believe Dad knows the rest. He wishes to let you to make as many choices yourself as you can, before your ability to choose is taken away from you. That is what made me assume it was the kind of prophecy where things don't end with 'happily ever after'.

If I'm honest, 'Ardyn has good reason to freak out' applies to most things involving him. What I experienced in both his and Somnus' memories...

I don't think he believes me when I tell him he is no monster, and it is frustrating. I saw him as one. I lived it through those stolen memories. Him as a monster, and him as his future self that day... Before you were born? Insomnia, with the streets emptied. After a battle. Scorch marks marring the asphalt. Damaged buildings. Tattered banners. It was a fierce duel, but I did not experience it. Just the aftermath. So much... sadness. Regret. Guilt. Remorse so strong I could scarcely breathe. This was how things had to be.

"I dare not ask your forgiveness, but I do ask your understanding." I pleaded.

Brother stepped toward me. He was yelling. I don't remember ever hearing him yell like that before. Such fury.

"What!? You took everything from me—everything—and you ask my understanding!?"

It was well deserved, after what I'd done. What I had to do. The gods willed it to be so. He had to suffer, and keep suffering. My poor, tragic brother.

It's

hard. Sometimes. When the memories come back. To separate who I am and who they are. They are so real. So vivid... But then they fade again, and I'm just me.

I think... In this place it isn't something Ardyn needs to fear. If something were to happen we will be here to bring him back to himself. To remind him of who he is. He didn't have that at home. There, he was alone.

I will ask him about it once you've informed him I know.


Hemera's soul is stubborn and protective. She is also very ancient and very powerful. Perhaps she is intimidating to them?

Or perhaps for once my soul has decided to finally take my feelings into account and not reach out to soul-bits she shouldn't be touching, though I could only be so lucky lol

If your ring has created some manner of barrier it likely would take my soul too much effort to bother with, which seems the most plausible answer.

Whatever the reason I am glad for it. Though now I can't help but envision Hemera reaching out to say 'hello' to your ancestors, and all of them hissing at her before she can touch them. Except Dad, who might've liked less grouchy company.

It is a bit complicated.

Esteem possessed a fresh corpse for a while and pretended to be Fray in order to mentor me. A very strong imprint of his soul was left behind in my Soul of the Dark Knight. He wanted to continue living, I wanted a mentor, and my Darkside took advantage.

So Fray's form was somewhat 'imprinted' upon my Darkside, and thus in battle Esteem tends to prefer the form of Fray.
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[personal profile] astralera 2020-08-17 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
I would like to hear it if you will tell it. Though perhaps first explain what an anak is?

I've begun to see myself as a person, so there is hope yet for Ardyn.

It was one of the more pleasant memories I acquired, if that puts it in some perspective.


[ She waits patiently, having taken the time to feed the birds and enjoy a brief shower.

When he returns she takes a moment because. Huh. Did Noct mention having memory abilities of his own?

She supposes it must be a Crystal thing. ]


They were always so vivid, but only became so visceral since I met Ardbert. They never used to knock me unconscious, either. Just stagger me with a crippling headache.

Your dad also reminds me of Edmont, so it was more difficult to erase the association than it would have been otherwise. Fortunately you were right in that he didn't mind it. Surprisingly, he thinks of me as something of a daughter himself.

If you find yourself struck by memories it helps if you've a focus to anchor you to yourself — particularly if it's something the memory would not have. My necklace helps ground me. My tail does as well. Focusing on my own physicality helps me then sort through which emotions belong to me and which don't.

I think the most difficult part is if your emotions are similar, or if they strike a chord with your soul. It's much harder to detach from.

The Echo is a natural ability that comes from my soul; a remnant of the Old World. For all that I find it difficult, my soul is at least made for this. If you ever have questions you think I may be able to help answer, or if you wish to simply talk, you are always welcome to contact me.

As for Ardyn... I hope it goes well.

Ascians, yes. The Amaurotines as well, before they were lost. They were effectively immortal, and more powerful than all the deities I've ever faced. They were also incredibly kind-hearted.

I have difficulty comprehending a single decade, and yet Hades was older than my planet. Time is an odd thing, isn't it?

What? No! Fray is just a young Hyuran man in full armour. And it isn't as though they're possessing his corpse any longer. That would be very impractical! I think I have a photo of them as Fray... One moment.


[ She has exactly one picture of Esteem as Fray.

She follows it up with a picture of what appears to be her, though the way she holds herself is different. While Era is soft, this 'Era' seems more sharp. Like a coeurl ready to spring at a moment's notice while curled up and looking bored.

Esteem seems irritated, wearing a black tank top beneath the fabric draped and pinned into the loose form of a dress. ]


Fray is near your height. Esteem is identical to me, which has been useful for sewing new clothes. They act like they hate it, but I know they enjoy time out of the abyss even if it's not for bloodshed. Without a sword I can't feed them like I used to, so they take what they can get.

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