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[ Sometime around midday, a cheerful voice suddenly filters through the crystal and right into Regis' head. Surprise. ]
Hello, Regis. If you are not busy, might I ask you a question?
Hello, Regis. If you are not busy, might I ask you a question?
[The date doesn't hit Noctis until sometime after lunch when it clicks while he's playing with the cat. It's a sobering sort of realization, and it gets him nicked by the cat's claws once or twice from inattention. He still has the newspaper somewhere, stuffed in his armiger, but he doesn't bring it out. He had meant to burn it and had never quite brought himself to. Noct doesn't get it out now, however, but instead abandons the cat after some cuddling to go find someone very important connected to this date: his dad.
He feels like he should have done this yesterday, when the actual fall of their home had been, but that's not the date that sticks in his mind. It's not the date Ignis broke all speed limits to get back to the last checkpoint, the date they tore through guards and MTs, the afternoon they stood on the overlook, staring at distant rising smoke and massive Niflheim warships soaring overhead. Not when he heard Cor's voice on the phone confirming the worst.
But he's had time to process all that - more or less. And he knows it's been less time for his dad, and Regis had been there. So had Nyx - and Cor. It's his dad that Noct focuses on, though. And when he finds Regis, wherever the man's gone, Noct sort of hesitates for a bit, dithering. Then he has a 'to hell with it' moment and does what he probably should have done forever ago on the steps of the citadel as his dad grasped his shoulders and told him to walk tall.
Noct gives his dad a hug.]
He feels like he should have done this yesterday, when the actual fall of their home had been, but that's not the date that sticks in his mind. It's not the date Ignis broke all speed limits to get back to the last checkpoint, the date they tore through guards and MTs, the afternoon they stood on the overlook, staring at distant rising smoke and massive Niflheim warships soaring overhead. Not when he heard Cor's voice on the phone confirming the worst.
But he's had time to process all that - more or less. And he knows it's been less time for his dad, and Regis had been there. So had Nyx - and Cor. It's his dad that Noct focuses on, though. And when he finds Regis, wherever the man's gone, Noct sort of hesitates for a bit, dithering. Then he has a 'to hell with it' moment and does what he probably should have done forever ago on the steps of the citadel as his dad grasped his shoulders and told him to walk tall.
Noct gives his dad a hug.]
[ Both days have been very difficult for Regis. He had... mostly found his balance, against the grief and staggering guilt. He had lost so many people he had worked with for a long time, so many people he had cared about, some that he had loved... and all who had relied on him. To protect them from that same thing. He was restless, hardly able to meet anyone's eyes in the house but doing so anyway, walking tall. Staying close, to reassure those who needed the reassurance, and only going off when he got too listless to stay indoors.
Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]
Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]
Hey. Regis? If you're free, can I ask you something?
[It is Auron's voice but he sounds utterly exhausted, as though he's rather ill. Or at the very least, something drastic has happened since they last time they'd talked a few days ago.]
[It is Auron's voice but he sounds utterly exhausted, as though he's rather ill. Or at the very least, something drastic has happened since they last time they'd talked a few days ago.]
[They'd chatted in passing since their mutual catharsis a few weeks ago. They seemed to be on their way to be much better friends. So he feels he finally has to explain why he might have been perceived as a little distant the last few days.]
Hey. You got time to talk or anything?
Hey. You got time to talk or anything?
[ It's been a little while since they've spoken, but... Regis has always been sort of on Elsa's mind. Forefront, or back, it doesn't particularly matter. What does matter is that their meeting had made an impact on her. ]
Regis? May I trouble you for a moment?
Regis? May I trouble you for a moment?
[ calling it a "delivery" might be a stretch when it's just left on one's bed, but regis will find a small package addressed to him waiting in his room. there's an accompanying card, with a message written in neat cursive. ]
Regis,
Though this holiday may be foreign for the both of us, I wanted to take the opportunity to express my gratitude. Thank you for not only welcoming me into your home during these past few months, but for lending your ear to me during difficult times. I take solace in knowing that I can look to you for guidance, should the need arise - know that I will gladly do the same for you.
I wish you the best in this season and coming new year.
Regards,
Steven Stone
[ inside of the carefully wrapped package is a box, holding a very fancy-looking fountain pen. ]
Regis,
Though this holiday may be foreign for the both of us, I wanted to take the opportunity to express my gratitude. Thank you for not only welcoming me into your home during these past few months, but for lending your ear to me during difficult times. I take solace in knowing that I can look to you for guidance, should the need arise - know that I will gladly do the same for you.
I wish you the best in this season and coming new year.
Regards,
Steven Stone
[ inside of the carefully wrapped package is a box, holding a very fancy-looking fountain pen. ]
[The day after Christmas, a bundle of parsnips are delivered with a note that they are from Yeul for the pretty tree holiday.]
[ When Regis wakes, he will find that her crystal is glowing! His emotion drops for the month of Ennea have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.
By his feet, he will find a box. It's a board game! Actual pie and whipped cream not included.
(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]
By his feet, he will find a box. It's a board game! Actual pie and whipped cream not included.
(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]
[Machina has a black knit scarf delivered to Regis for the holiday. It's cold out, please stay warm!]
[Waiting for Regis come Christmas morning is a bag of cookies and some black leather gloves with a simple note:]
Happy holidays!
Love Usagi
Happy holidays!
Love Usagi
Regis? Have you got a moment?
[If at some point on this particular day that Regis steps outside, he will find a vase with a dozen roses waiting for him on his front porch.
There's a note addressed to him that says "At a time and date of your choosing, please allow me to escort you to dinner." It is not signed, but Auron would hope Regis knows it's from him.]
There's a note addressed to him that says "At a time and date of your choosing, please allow me to escort you to dinner." It is not signed, but Auron would hope Regis knows it's from him.]
[ All right, Regis gets him an actual pigeon delivered letter because this is already special, why not keep it so. It's just a date and time, so Auron can put into action whatever he has planned.
It's also before the newcomers are expected to arrive, just because the last few months have brought surprises, and he thinks this should be just about them. Well. As much just about them as they get.
The paper isn't scented or anything, but there is just a hint of glitter to it. Because Auron will know that means happiness more surely than anything Regis can write. ]
It's also before the newcomers are expected to arrive, just because the last few months have brought surprises, and he thinks this should be just about them. Well. As much just about them as they get.
The paper isn't scented or anything, but there is just a hint of glitter to it. Because Auron will know that means happiness more surely than anything Regis can write. ]
[It hadn't been hard tracking Regis, out of all of the people he had met, on his regular passages through the city once Waver decided to find him. Application of general magic principles, such as tracing magical activity through the simplest channels, and the tasking of a young chocobo (called Alexei) to assist in observing and locating had allowed the young magus to find his friend.
Though they hadn't spoken more than a few words in passing in recent weeks, the heavy air around the wisened king was palpable enough that even someone with senses as dulled as Waver's would notice.
Easily.
After weeks of watching the mood persist, Waver decided it was time to figure out what was happening. The internal comings and goings of this city were a subject he was still learning. In time, once he memorized names, he might periodically check the Wall everyone spoke of.
For now, however, he armed himself with a collection of books, his bird, and his general good will. He didn't wish ill on anyone in this world, and Regis knew about Rider-- knew about the man a deep part of his subconscious desperately wanted to be worthy of following.
It was only right that he approach Regis at his home, even if it was unannounced.
Hopefully luck would be on his side.]
Though they hadn't spoken more than a few words in passing in recent weeks, the heavy air around the wisened king was palpable enough that even someone with senses as dulled as Waver's would notice.
Easily.
After weeks of watching the mood persist, Waver decided it was time to figure out what was happening. The internal comings and goings of this city were a subject he was still learning. In time, once he memorized names, he might periodically check the Wall everyone spoke of.
For now, however, he armed himself with a collection of books, his bird, and his general good will. He didn't wish ill on anyone in this world, and Regis knew about Rider-- knew about the man a deep part of his subconscious desperately wanted to be worthy of following.
It was only right that he approach Regis at his home, even if it was unannounced.
Hopefully luck would be on his side.]
[ How did Waver like wyverns? Because there was a stately one trotting his way across the garden, in the duration between when he knocked on the door and when Regis got to it to answer it. Which wasn't a long wait.
Because Kain had to know who the new person was, of course.
Regis did come over, with most of the household out for the day, and only raised his eyebrows very quickly. ]
Waver. Do come in.
Because Kain had to know who the new person was, of course.
Regis did come over, with most of the household out for the day, and only raised his eyebrows very quickly. ]
Waver. Do come in.
[ Placed in a small box in front of Regis' house hold's doorstep is a box addressed to Regis. Inside the box was a note and enough money to have a nice evening out for dinner. The note reads: "You win. Enjoy."
-Renzokuken ]
-Renzokuken ]
[ Guess what, Regis? Once again, a mysterious package was placed on the front step of his home. The gift says it's addressed to Regis, but no name as to who sent it to him. If he chooses to open the gift and not destroy it because Squall normal people say who gifts are from, he will find a rather warm handmade sweater. The sweater is black with gold colored thread and the back of the sweater has the design of a bunch of different kind of swords fanned around to make a sword circle. He may even notice that two swords look familiar. One being the one Regis used with Squall, and another being Auron's katana sword. There was a note attached to the sweater.]
Maybe not as of late, but you probably get cold every once in a while. Enjoy.
Maybe not as of late, but you probably get cold every once in a while. Enjoy.
[ There will be a gentle nudge that can possibly be felt over the connection from the amulets that somehow feels almost a little apprehensive before, finally, a voice speaks. ]
I offer my apologies if this may be an inopportune moment... but there is something I wish to ask you.
I offer my apologies if this may be an inopportune moment... but there is something I wish to ask you.
[ It wasn't a big gift at all, but left at Auron's place was a little box for Regis. It was wrapped in black paper with golden ribbons If he opens the box he'll find a simple gift. "To: Regis. From: Squall.
A hand made triple triad card just for him. ]
A hand made triple triad card just for him. ]
[ The first gift matches Cor and Clarus: a leather cloack with a crystal embossed into the back.
The second gift is a voucher to a local bookstore. Noctis isn't very good at guessing what kinds of books he'd even wanted.
Finally, he gives his father an old style tea set.]
The second gift is a voucher to a local bookstore. Noctis isn't very good at guessing what kinds of books he'd even wanted.
Finally, he gives his father an old style tea set.]
Hey. I'm gonna get Izana to watch Chichiri so we can finally be alone without her interrupting. Before we have to cook her.
[This was entirely intended for Sheena. Machina is really fed up with Duckus Interruptus.]
[This was entirely intended for Sheena. Machina is really fed up with Duckus Interruptus.]
[ If Regis thinks he's getting away with people not knowing his birthday or something he's sorely mistaken. Delivered to his residence that morning are two gift wrapped presents, wrapped in paper with a precision that is almost alarming.
The first present is a new pair of boots, ones that are going to not only look good but be comfortable and easy to put on and take off.
The second is a small painting, roughly the size of a sheet of A4. It's an oil painting of this landscape that Cor has done. Sort of. Unfortunately Cor's artistic skills leave little to be desired, but an attempt was made.
He'll catch up with you later Regis.]
The first present is a new pair of boots, ones that are going to not only look good but be comfortable and easy to put on and take off.
The second is a small painting, roughly the size of a sheet of A4. It's an oil painting of this landscape that Cor has done. Sort of. Unfortunately Cor's artistic skills leave little to be desired, but an attempt was made.
He'll catch up with you later Regis.]
Edited 2019-02-27 07:00 (UTC)
[ Now this is a voice that Regis might not at all be expecting to hear... at all, to be quite honest. And yet, over the amulets, there is a subtle nudge at first, as if to give some sort of indication that one is about to speak to him... and that one would be Ravus Nox Fleuret. ]
Do not mistake this for any sort of concern that I have for you. I only wish to give you what sympathy I have for the departure of your shield.
[ He is aware of the departure of Clarus, in other words. ]
Do not mistake this for any sort of concern that I have for you. I only wish to give you what sympathy I have for the departure of your shield.
[ He is aware of the departure of Clarus, in other words. ]
I... thank you all the same, Ravus. For Clarus is a man worth remembering.
This place... it does make people disappear with no warning. I hope it never takes from you anyone you wish to stay.
[ If Ravus has been to the Wall, he has seen his own name there.
As well as Lunafreya's. More than once.
Regis does mean these words, completely. ]
This place... it does make people disappear with no warning. I hope it never takes from you anyone you wish to stay.
[ If Ravus has been to the Wall, he has seen his own name there.
As well as Lunafreya's. More than once.
Regis does mean these words, completely. ]
Hey, Regis...are you available for a little bit? I need to ask you something.
[ Oh yeah, nervous ninja is nervous. ]
[ Oh yeah, nervous ninja is nervous. ]
Regis... You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but if you want to talk...
[ She'll listen. ]
[ She'll listen. ]
Well...she feels bad because of their conversation at the reception.
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