[ Trundling through the woods is no picnic, not at all, especially fresh after the whole frozen ice queen castle thing and whatever leftover lingering tension that came out of that. Things aren't bad now, just a little... weird, but the bottom line is that Noctis doesn't love Ignis any less, Prompto is giving his tongue-ginity to Flora (probably, Noctis is pretty supportive of that one), although he's definitely on the lookout if Flora decides to hurt him. And whatever else that comes after, they'll sort this out.
Anyway, here they are on this mission of bell ringing, and after killing quite a few monsters along the way, they finally find themselves in front of a silver bell, hanging from a tree. He eyes the bell dubiously, then turns to the both of them. ]
So, we're supposed to ring the bell and make a wish, right?
[It seems simple enough, really. A bell hanging from a tree, not even all that high off the ground. It's certainly not making itself difficult to be struck — or, well, at least no more difficult than any bell in the woods would have been, after the necessary fuss and bustle of fighting their way to arrive at it.]
Very well. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, I suppose — I'll go first, provided the both of you are prepared to face down whatever might come of it once I do.
[ Noctis mutters, shoulders tense. He's staring at the bell, then back at Ignis, who has so bravely decided to make a wish on the bell, whatever it is. But whatever it is, the three of them are prepared to take it down, right? ]
...To be honest, I'd thought of wishing for the Regalia. Only because I doubt the powers that be would be so kind as to grant us Gladio on a whim such as this.
[why would you wish for an entire car what possible use could you have for that why are you like this]
Barring that, something to make life in the town easier. Running water. Electricity. Cell phone reception, perhaps.
[ Noctis is quiet, pensive, looking at the bell. The mention of the Regalia brings back memories, and he wonders if it's possible to wish for a person, because more than the Regalia he finds himself wanting to wish for the person who once owned it.
He wants to wish for Regis, with all his heart. If Ignis and Prompto wish for the Regalia and gas, maybe he's free to wish for a person. ]
D'you think it's really possible to wish for a person?
I'm sure it's possible to do it. How such a request might be answered, on the other hand, is an entirely different consideration.
[It's not hard to guess who Noct might be thinking of asking for, he knows. All things considered, he can probably narrow the available pool of suspects to three, with two in particular being even more likely than the last.]
...If it's what you want, Noct, there's nothing to stop you from trying.
[Prompto swings both his arms back and forth, glancing away and then looking at the two of them again with a nod.]
Maybe I should go first, then. So we can test it on something that's not so... important. I mean, no one's hurt if we mess up gas, right? As long as there's no open flames, anyway.
[No one here is dying in a freak gasoline fight accident.]
[ Gas by itself isn't bad, right? Noctis ducks his head, embarrassed by his own feelings on the matter -- he should be cooler about this, probably. Be more together, but these are his best friends and maybe it's okay not to be very okay. Maybe it's okay to miss his dad and want him back. To wish for him, just to try.
What else does he have to lose? Regis can't possibly be more gone from him. Noctis nods at Prompto and Ignis, swallowing the lump in his throat. ]
[So Ignis says, regarding Prompto in particular with a long and searching look.]
Forgive me for asking, but before we move forward with this, I think it's prudent to ask. Prompto — is there something you'd rather wish for here for yourself? Something that's not just to assist on mine.
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What I mean is — I'll support you in any wish you make. I'm sure Noct will, as well. Even if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of us at all.
[Especially if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of them at all.]
Aw, um... [When he drops eye contact almost as soon as Ignis initiates it and shuffles his feet, Prompto looks like a schoolkid caught feeding the class hamster instead of listening.] I don't really... I've already got so much. There's Sparky, and Noct got me the Polaroid, and you're always cooking great stuff, and--and, anyway.
[He has the two of them, here. He has Summer. He has a home. Still embarrassed for some reason, he kicks slightly at the undergrowth, then shrugs.]
I guess it's like everything I want is already here. ...Except Gladio. But I'm not taking risks with the big guy.
[ Noctis flushes red, embarrassed at how he had thoroughly missed the underpinning meaning of what Prompto had said. He was so caught up in himself that he neglected his best friend.
He ducks his head now, nodding. Trust Ignis to catch on to it so quickly. ]
[Prompto fidgets a second longer before shaking his head.]
I really can't think of anything.
[What could he possibly wish for that's better than a baby chocobo, anyway? Another baby chocobo? Nah. Nobirdie's better than Sparky.
Besides, the wishes he rushes to come up with--video games, more food, home--are impossible, or would require other things to work, or are things he wants to share, anyway. On the spot, Prompto can't think of anything he wants for himself more than everyone else's happiness. He laughs suddenly, more startled by the thought than strictly amused.]
I could wish our house were bigger. Maybe it'd give us a garage to put the car in, too!
[ Noctis can't help but smile at that, faintly. It's just like Prompto to think of everyone else right? Just like him not to think of something just for himself, but one that everyone else could use and share in. ]
Bigger house sounds good.
[ He says, soft but genuine. It means more space for them, and if Flora's coming to stay, too, well, they definitely are going to need that space. ]
While you're at it, you might ask for running water included. Though that may be adding on too much for a single wish. A bigger house with modern comforts, perhaps...?
[Well, anyway. Unable to help himself, he surreptitiously reaches for Noctis, fingertips resting lightly against his spine in a soft but possessive touch as the negotiations wrap up.]
Regardless, are we settled, then? A house, the Regalia, and...
Your birthday's the farthest away, dude, so just--you know, follow your heart! You don't have to run it by us first. We're just gonna test drive this thing to make sure it doesn't, like, unleash the raging daemon hordes of winter or something. ...So here goes!
[Without further ado, Prompto hops over to the bell, rings it, and presses his hands together.
I wish--
No, just saying it in his head doesn't feel right.]
I... I wish for a bigger, more comfortable house--without damaging any of the other houses, please. ...And, uh, thank you!
[He drops his hands and bows, then bounces aside, looking up and around to see if anything's changed. Or if, like, a house is about to fall on them.]
[ Noctis is quiet, wordlessly leaning into that touch -- he knows it's some sort of comforting gesture, or a reminder that Ignis is there. He takes a breath, mulling over his options. Perhaps it wouldn't be the wisest thing to wish for his dad; he doesn't trust that this place wouldn't mess it up or bring him back wrong.
He frowns. It's difficult, this choice; and Noctis doesn't miss how Prompto is so good at this, gently giving him a way out instead of asking him to answer. He provides a good distraction, too, making his own wish and buying him the precious few seconds that Noctis so desperately needs to make his decision.
Not Regis, then, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how deeply he misses his father, he's gone, and if he wishes him here while he's still alive, who knows what damage Noctis might do to the timeline?
So he shrugs, and goes to ring the bell, too, and tries not to look like how he feels. ]
[That's not what Noctis wanted to wish for, he knows. He hopes, idly, that the mechanism of this bell accepts all wishes, both great and small, because if it insists on the heart's desire —
Well, no. The plain text of the quest didn't say that. So perhaps it'll be all right, after all.
It's his turn to step up, then, and the bell rings one last time.]
And I wish for our car — the Regalia.
[Simple. Efficient. What will come of it now, he wonders?]
[ So Noctis and Summer are in the kitchen, keeping up what might be a relatively awkward conversation -- the main lubricant of their interaction, Prompto, had wanted to turn in early and begged off. Which, of course, leaves Noctis and Summer, who haven't actually been left alone since that time with the skeletons, even if they've had conversations since then.
All the same, the lull in conversation is broken by an unfamiliar rustling that is definitely not Prompto, much less Ignis. Tbe pitter-patter of many little feet, the sounds of muffled struggling, too soft to be audible but enough for Noctis to be immediately alert, his blade forming in his hand.
[For all that they may be a little bit rocky and stilted when it comes to downtime, they both know how to snap to action as soon as it looks like there's danger afoot. Noctis summons a sword to his hand and Summer automatically backs up, habitually familiar with approximately how much room a swordsman needs to do his work in an enclosed area, and already limbering up her fingers in preparation to support.]
[Of course not. That's not how it goes. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Not even a Prompto, as it happens, because it is very difficult to stir, or thrash, or make any kind of noise or movement, trussed up as he is in glossy red ribbons with a bow keeping a balled-up stocking in his mouth.]
Mmmhh!
[Their nefarious--or should that be ne-Festivus?--operation discovered, the little elves hauling Prompto off decide there ain't no way out--or over (the river)--but through (the woods). The woods being Noctis and Summer, of course.
One elf whose hands are unoccupied with struggling blond throws a blast of cold magic their way with a candy cane upheld like a sorcerer's staff.]
[ Noctis barks in startled surprise, because those definitely not mice. He's darting forward in a bid to take on those little assholes who thought they could abduct his best friend from under their noses.
But then there's a blast of cold magic -- cover him, Flora! ]
[A TRAGEDY: THE KITCHEN IS NOT A GOOD PLACE TO THROW FIREBALLS. Even if fireballs would be the natural response to a blast of cold magic. NO FIREBALLS IN IGNIS'S KITCHEN.
Luckily, fire isn't the only trick she has up her sleeve, and the funny thing about holding up a candy cane like a sorceror's staff is that it also creates a focal point for magic that's not unlike a lightning rod.
And coincidentally, she has lightning at her fingertips. Literally.
So while she can't do anything about the blast of magic outright, she certainly can try to explode the candy cane in the little bastard's hands, which is precisely what she's going to do.]
Prompto squeals in alarm (but also, bae so cool) and tries to curl in more to protect himself as his friends* wage battle over his body, but the lightning-hot shards of peppermint don't go very far, thankfully. The now wand-less elf in the lead hisses and draws back its singed hand, then turns to shoulder a double helping of Prompto's weight and continue to book it as two elves drop their burden to rush Noctis, brandishing their candy weaponry with high-pitched cries.
They jingle when they run. It's adorable. Also, how did they sneak in, ring-a-linging like that? Must be magic.
*"Friends" he has smooched multiple passionate times, both of them.]
[ Noctis starts instinctively, because the last time the kitchen had been messed up Ignis had been pissed and much like the absence of Ebony, he's really not looking forward to it.
He switches out instinctively to Ignis' daggers, better for reaching the pesky little fuckers and striking them down. He's efficient and brutal, sparing no effort in cutting one elf down, then the other.
There is hell to pay when you try to abduct his best friend, and he doesn't waste time being nice. He's surging forward, going for the other elves. ]
[Someday Summer will develop literally any skill whatsoever that makes her not completely inept in close-quarters combat, but it is not this day. At least, not when it comes to magic.
...The fact that this is a kitchen, however, opens up all sorts of creative possibilities, including but not limited to the fact that there's a bigass frying pan over there on the sink, and it turns out elves are just about the right height for an impromptu game of Whack-A-Mole.
Thus, while Noct handles the two elves rushing him, Summer goes after a third, opting to simply chase the little bastard down and pan-bludgeon it into a wall.]
[How many elves does it take to kidnap a Prompto? Two elves are skewered, one's CLONG-ed into the wall, and the first, the one that tried to ice them, lets out squirrelly, distressed squeaks and drags its hands down its face. The last two carriers remaining dump Prompto entirely and rush to protect one another, each pushing the other back and trying to shield the whole trio with their bodies.
This is very anti-Christmas and they feel so attacked right now! The biggest of the three gets her way, moving forward while shoving the others behind her, brandishing her candy cane sword in defense with grim determination.
The magic one, bereft of wand, starts channeling magic into his hands like a glowing, glassless snowglobe.]
[ That's definitely Ignis' favorite pan. But then again, if it's his favorite pan, then it'll get into a brawl with a behemoth and win, right? Noctis runs through his options rapidly, stifling a cringe when the pan makes solid and rattling contact with the elf. That one sounds like it'll hurt, and that it'll irreparably damage lesser pans.
From where he is, he can't actually see the damage, but then again, he supposes that if it was really damaged, he'd just blame Prompto and Flora for it. Sorry, guys, when faced with Ignis' disappointment and wrath it's every man for himself. But speaking of that, Noctis pulls back in startled surprise when the elves look like they're protecting each other.
This one, this is new. Prompto's released, and Noctis doesn't feel as much like drawing blood anymore; just to make sure that they never get an idea like this again. He doesn't hesitate this time, casting his own fire magic to bowl them out of the way before that snowglobe thing gets away from his hands. ]
[Probably. She'll do something, at least. But that is a question for later, when Prompto is not being abducted by elves. And since Noct seems to have the remainder of the elves under control, she's going to take that as her cue to draw a knife from...somewhere and head for Prompto himself, intent on cutting him out of the ribbons.]
[Ducking under the coming flames, Nanna Elf grabs her babies (???) and books it like a bat out of hell. Or a Grinch out of Whoville. Wizard elf is less lucky. With a screech, he drops and rolls, trying to put out the flames now sprouting from his hat and robes before his skin blisters like a super gross Christmas meat roast.
Ignis is gonna be so mad about his kitchen.
When Summer comes to the rescue, Prompto stares up at her in watery gratitude. It's kind of humiliating to be tied up like this in his own house, in his sleep clothes, but the scare far outweighs the embarrassment. Who knew gift ribbons were so sturdy?]
[ Noctis cleans up, keeping Flora and Prompto in his vicinity. And when the elves are chased away, Noctis comes over to the both of them, worried. At least Flora's freed him, and at least Prompto doesn't look like he's hurt anywhere major, right? ]
[It certainly slices through the ribbons like butter, and she's efficient in knowing where to cut in order to get his limbs free as fast as possible, so that he can start helping to pull the rest of them off of him.]
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bells.
Anyway, here they are on this mission of bell ringing, and after killing quite a few monsters along the way, they finally find themselves in front of a silver bell, hanging from a tree. He eyes the bell dubiously, then turns to the both of them. ]
So, we're supposed to ring the bell and make a wish, right?
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[Prompto nods and crosses his arms, leaning his weight onto one leg while he settles in. After a beat, he looks between the two of them.]
So, come on, what're you guys waiting for? Someone do it! Who's on first?
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[It seems simple enough, really. A bell hanging from a tree, not even all that high off the ground. It's certainly not making itself difficult to be struck — or, well, at least no more difficult than any bell in the woods would have been, after the necessary fuss and bustle of fighting their way to arrive at it.]
Very well. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, I suppose — I'll go first, provided the both of you are prepared to face down whatever might come of it once I do.
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[ Noctis mutters, shoulders tense. He's staring at the bell, then back at Ignis, who has so bravely decided to make a wish on the bell, whatever it is. But whatever it is, the three of them are prepared to take it down, right? ]
But what're you gonna wish for, anyway?
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[why would you wish for an entire car what possible use could you have for that why are you like this]
Barring that, something to make life in the town easier. Running water. Electricity. Cell phone reception, perhaps.
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[And, of course:]
I can do that!
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He wants to wish for Regis, with all his heart. If Ignis and Prompto wish for the Regalia and gas, maybe he's free to wish for a person. ]
D'you think it's really possible to wish for a person?
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[It's not hard to guess who Noct might be thinking of asking for, he knows. All things considered, he can probably narrow the available pool of suspects to three, with two in particular being even more likely than the last.]
...If it's what you want, Noct, there's nothing to stop you from trying.
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[Prompto swings both his arms back and forth, glancing away and then looking at the two of them again with a nod.]
Maybe I should go first, then. So we can test it on something that's not so... important. I mean, no one's hurt if we mess up gas, right? As long as there's no open flames, anyway.
[No one here is dying in a freak gasoline fight accident.]
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[ Gas by itself isn't bad, right? Noctis ducks his head, embarrassed by his own feelings on the matter -- he should be cooler about this, probably. Be more together, but these are his best friends and maybe it's okay not to be very okay. Maybe it's okay to miss his dad and want him back. To wish for him, just to try.
What else does he have to lose? Regis can't possibly be more gone from him. Noctis nods at Prompto and Ignis, swallowing the lump in his throat. ]
Let's try it.
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[So Ignis says, regarding Prompto in particular with a long and searching look.]
Forgive me for asking, but before we move forward with this, I think it's prudent to ask. Prompto — is there something you'd rather wish for here for yourself? Something that's not just to assist on mine.
[...]
What I mean is — I'll support you in any wish you make. I'm sure Noct will, as well. Even if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of us at all.
[Especially if it were an entirely selfish one that didn't benefit either of them at all.]
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[He has the two of them, here. He has Summer. He has a home. Still embarrassed for some reason, he kicks slightly at the undergrowth, then shrugs.]
I guess it's like everything I want is already here. ...Except Gladio. But I'm not taking risks with the big guy.
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[ Noctis flushes red, embarrassed at how he had thoroughly missed the underpinning meaning of what Prompto had said. He was so caught up in himself that he neglected his best friend.
He ducks his head now, nodding. Trust Ignis to catch on to it so quickly. ]
Yeah, Prompto. You should wish for what you want.
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[...]
Or making one solely to please someone else. So long as we're clear on that, I've no objection to whatever wish you care to make.
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I really can't think of anything.
[What could he possibly wish for that's better than a baby chocobo, anyway? Another baby chocobo? Nah. Nobirdie's better than Sparky.
Besides, the wishes he rushes to come up with--video games, more food, home--are impossible, or would require other things to work, or are things he wants to share, anyway. On the spot, Prompto can't think of anything he wants for himself more than everyone else's happiness. He laughs suddenly, more startled by the thought than strictly amused.]
I could wish our house were bigger. Maybe it'd give us a garage to put the car in, too!
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Bigger house sounds good.
[ He says, soft but genuine. It means more space for them, and if Flora's coming to stay, too, well, they definitely are going to need that space. ]
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[Well, anyway. Unable to help himself, he surreptitiously reaches for Noctis, fingertips resting lightly against his spine in a soft but possessive touch as the negotiations wrap up.]
Regardless, are we settled, then? A house, the Regalia, and...
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[Prompto nods.]
Your birthday's the farthest away, dude, so just--you know, follow your heart! You don't have to run it by us first. We're just gonna test drive this thing to make sure it doesn't, like, unleash the raging daemon hordes of winter or something. ...So here goes!
[Without further ado, Prompto hops over to the bell, rings it, and presses his hands together.
I wish--
No, just saying it in his head doesn't feel right.]
I... I wish for a bigger, more comfortable house--without damaging any of the other houses, please. ...And, uh, thank you!
[He drops his hands and bows, then bounces aside, looking up and around to see if anything's changed. Or if, like, a house is about to fall on them.]
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He frowns. It's difficult, this choice; and Noctis doesn't miss how Prompto is so good at this, gently giving him a way out instead of asking him to answer. He provides a good distraction, too, making his own wish and buying him the precious few seconds that Noctis so desperately needs to make his decision.
Not Regis, then, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how deeply he misses his father, he's gone, and if he wishes him here while he's still alive, who knows what damage Noctis might do to the timeline?
So he shrugs, and goes to ring the bell, too, and tries not to look like how he feels. ]
I wish for a tank of gas.
[ For the Regalia. ]
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Well, no. The plain text of the quest didn't say that. So perhaps it'll be all right, after all.
It's his turn to step up, then, and the bell rings one last time.]
And I wish for our car — the Regalia.
[Simple. Efficient. What will come of it now, he wonders?]
elves.
All the same, the lull in conversation is broken by an unfamiliar rustling that is definitely not Prompto, much less Ignis. Tbe pitter-patter of many little feet, the sounds of muffled struggling, too soft to be audible but enough for Noctis to be immediately alert, his blade forming in his hand.
To Flora, he puts a finger to his lips. ]
Something's up.
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[For all that they may be a little bit rocky and stilted when it comes to downtime, they both know how to snap to action as soon as it looks like there's danger afoot. Noctis summons a sword to his hand and Summer automatically backs up, habitually familiar with approximately how much room a swordsman needs to do his work in an enclosed area, and already limbering up her fingers in preparation to support.]
Overenthusiastic mice, maybe?
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Not even a Prompto, as it happens, because it is very difficult to stir, or thrash, or make any kind of noise or movement, trussed up as he is in glossy red ribbons with a bow keeping a balled-up stocking in his mouth.]
Mmmhh!
[Their nefarious--or should that be ne-Festivus?--operation discovered, the little elves hauling Prompto off decide there ain't no way out--or over (the river)--but through (the woods). The woods being Noctis and Summer, of course.
One elf whose hands are unoccupied with struggling blond throws a blast of cold magic their way with a candy cane upheld like a sorcerer's staff.]
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[ Noctis barks in startled surprise, because those definitely not mice. He's darting forward in a bid to take on those little assholes who thought they could abduct his best friend from under their noses.
But then there's a blast of cold magic -- cover him, Flora! ]
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[A TRAGEDY: THE KITCHEN IS NOT A GOOD PLACE TO THROW FIREBALLS. Even if fireballs would be the natural response to a blast of cold magic. NO FIREBALLS IN IGNIS'S KITCHEN.
Luckily, fire isn't the only trick she has up her sleeve, and the funny thing about holding up a candy cane like a sorceror's staff is that it also creates a focal point for magic that's not unlike a lightning rod.
And coincidentally, she has lightning at her fingertips. Literally.
So while she can't do anything about the blast of magic outright, she certainly can try to explode the candy cane in the little bastard's hands, which is precisely what she's going to do.]
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Prompto squeals in alarm (but also, bae so cool) and tries to curl in more to protect himself as his friends* wage battle over his body, but the lightning-hot shards of peppermint don't go very far, thankfully. The now wand-less elf in the lead hisses and draws back its singed hand, then turns to shoulder a double helping of Prompto's weight and continue to book it as two elves drop their burden to rush Noctis, brandishing their candy weaponry with high-pitched cries.
They jingle when they run. It's adorable. Also, how did they sneak in, ring-a-linging like that? Must be magic.
*"Friends" he has smooched multiple passionate times, both of them.]
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[ Noctis starts instinctively, because the last time the kitchen had been messed up Ignis had been pissed and much like the absence of Ebony, he's really not looking forward to it.
He switches out instinctively to Ignis' daggers, better for reaching the pesky little fuckers and striking them down. He's efficient and brutal, sparing no effort in cutting one elf down, then the other.
There is hell to pay when you try to abduct his best friend, and he doesn't waste time being nice. He's surging forward, going for the other elves. ]
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...The fact that this is a kitchen, however, opens up all sorts of creative possibilities, including but not limited to the fact that there's a bigass frying pan over there on the sink, and it turns out elves are just about the right height for an impromptu game of Whack-A-Mole.
Thus, while Noct handles the two elves rushing him, Summer goes after a third, opting to simply chase the little bastard down and pan-bludgeon it into a wall.]
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This is very anti-Christmas and they feel so attacked right now! The biggest of the three gets her way, moving forward while shoving the others behind her, brandishing her candy cane sword in defense with grim determination.
The magic one, bereft of wand, starts channeling magic into his hands like a glowing, glassless snowglobe.]
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[ That's definitely Ignis' favorite pan. But then again, if it's his favorite pan, then it'll get into a brawl with a behemoth and win, right? Noctis runs through his options rapidly, stifling a cringe when the pan makes solid and rattling contact with the elf. That one sounds like it'll hurt, and that it'll irreparably damage lesser pans.
From where he is, he can't actually see the damage, but then again, he supposes that if it was really damaged, he'd just blame Prompto and Flora for it. Sorry, guys, when faced with Ignis' disappointment and wrath it's every man for himself. But speaking of that, Noctis pulls back in startled surprise when the elves look like they're protecting each other.
This one, this is new. Prompto's released, and Noctis doesn't feel as much like drawing blood anymore; just to make sure that they never get an idea like this again. He doesn't hesitate this time, casting his own fire magic to bowl them out of the way before that snowglobe thing gets away from his hands. ]
Oh, no you don't.
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[Probably. She'll do something, at least. But that is a question for later, when Prompto is not being abducted by elves. And since Noct seems to have the remainder of the elves under control, she's going to take that as her cue to draw a knife from...somewhere and head for Prompto himself, intent on cutting him out of the ribbons.]
Hang on, Quicksilver, cavalry's coming.
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Ignis is gonna be so mad about his kitchen.
When Summer comes to the rescue, Prompto stares up at her in watery gratitude. It's kind of humiliating to be tied up like this in his own house, in his sleep clothes, but the scare far outweighs the embarrassment. Who knew gift ribbons were so sturdy?]
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Prompto, you okay?
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[It certainly slices through the ribbons like butter, and she's efficient in knowing where to cut in order to get his limbs free as fast as possible, so that he can start helping to pull the rest of them off of him.]
...So, uh. What the fuck was that all about?
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I don't knooowww, I was sleeping! Where were they taking me?!
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