[So there's a blowzy chap strolling along looking as if he's not the slightest care in the world. His clothing is over the top flamboyant with its layers of many colors, but he's also got a bitchin' fedora, so perhaps he's not a fashion trainwreck after all.
He tips his hat to ladies passing by, twirls his umbrella in his hands, flings his arms wide open in a grand showing of greeting to strangers. Just a little bit weird, a touch too extroverted, but his simpers and smiles seem sincere enough.]
Hello, my good fellow! I presume the day finds you well.
[Look a little closer around, however, and things don't add up. Flowers are wilting as if they've not seen sunlight for days. The world itself takes on a dingy hue; perhaps the windows or spectacles could use a cleaning. Animals start licking at dark patches as if trying to cleanse themselves of something that just won't vanish.]
Prompt E: [Sewers? Should Ardyn even be surprised? Because he's not in the least. Part of him is beyond irritated. He is not an outdoors sort of person, but then does this count as the outdoors? The rest of him? Finds the suitable irony both amusing and familiar. He thrives in darkness, feeds it, nurtures it and all the nastiness that comes with it.
Internally, he seethes. Revenge fuels him, devours him. There's a gleeful joy in being so close to his redemption that wars with the festering hate he's carried for a millennium.
It's tainting everything around him, just as he has done to Eos. Just as was done to him.
A smug expression settles on his face, all the while the roiling fury within works to exacerbate the trauma of the sewers. The sludge grows thicker, the stench multiplies tenfold, if it's even possible, the darkness deepens.]
Ardyn Izunia | Final Fantasy XV
[So there's a blowzy chap strolling along looking as if he's not the slightest care in the world. His clothing is over the top flamboyant with its layers of many colors, but he's also got a bitchin' fedora, so perhaps he's not a fashion trainwreck after all.
He tips his hat to ladies passing by, twirls his umbrella in his hands, flings his arms wide open in a grand showing of greeting to strangers. Just a little bit weird, a touch too extroverted, but his simpers and smiles seem sincere enough.]
Hello, my good fellow! I presume the day finds you well.
[Look a little closer around, however, and things don't add up. Flowers are wilting as if they've not seen sunlight for days. The world itself takes on a dingy hue; perhaps the windows or spectacles could use a cleaning. Animals start licking at dark patches as if trying to cleanse themselves of something that just won't vanish.]
Prompt E:
[Sewers? Should Ardyn even be surprised? Because he's not in the least. Part of him is beyond irritated. He is not an outdoors sort of person, but then does this count as the outdoors? The rest of him? Finds the suitable irony both amusing and familiar. He thrives in darkness, feeds it, nurtures it and all the nastiness that comes with it.
Internally, he seethes. Revenge fuels him, devours him. There's a gleeful joy in being so close to his redemption that wars with the festering hate he's carried for a millennium.
It's tainting everything around him, just as he has done to Eos. Just as was done to him.
A smug expression settles on his face, all the while the roiling fury within works to exacerbate the trauma of the sewers. The sludge grows thicker, the stench multiplies tenfold, if it's even possible, the darkness deepens.]
Prompt G: Wildcard!