Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
Welcome to Awash's eighteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!
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[Or, yes and no, from Blue Ignis and Yellow Ignis, respectfully. Interestingly enough, however, trying to look at what they're making reveals — well, nothing actually discernible as one dish or another. They're clearly busy, and there's clearly food there, and ingredients being whipped into shape. But it's not actually a dish being constructed, and no amount of time put into it seems to get them any closer to actually completing anything.
Curious.
Blue Ignis shoots a Look at Yellow Ignis before turning back to the conversation.]
I, for one, always enjoy having your help, Prompto. But the sooner dinner is done, the sooner one of us will have to go, and I suppose it might be me, so.
Not always. There are some problems I'm not good at solving, so it's best that I don't try.
[He reaches for another clean spoon, and dips it in the sauce he'd been working on before offering it to Prompto to taste, as if in explanation.]
But dinner is one I'm indispensable for. He's indifferent to it either way; I'm the one that likes to do it. But I'm not much good at it alone, either; he's better at keeping the both of us on track.
[As if on cue, Yellow Ignis mutters "One minute!" and sets his knife aside, starting to scoop his chopped vegetables together into a bowl.]
[Like a good, obedient boy, Prompto tastes the spoon automatically and hums his appreciation, but he's eyeing the two of them intently as the explanation filters through.]
Ohhh. Oh! Huh.
[He points rapidly between them.]
You guys are, like, two different sides of Ignis. Ignello's all, time time time, chop chop! And Bluenis, you're the nice one. Uh.
[Prompto blushes when he says that and clears his throat apologetically, glancing at Yellow Ignis.]
Not that you're not all nice. All Ignises are nice. You're just... the Ignicest! Right?
Oh, come now, don't be so hard on him. Everyone else is, but he's the only one of us —
[He stops short, brow furrowing a moment as he seems to reconsider that, and then pleasantly amends: ]
— one of the only ones of us with responsibilities. You can't hardly fault him for taking it seriously.
[He smiles a little, softly.]
You've never been very good at reading him, though, I don't think. You see it as him not liking you, when in fact he's just preoccupied with everything it is he's got to keep running smoothly.
[Prompto looks caught, then apologetic, pressing his fingers together and rocking on his feet.]
Sorry. I mean, I know you guys are busy. I'll... try harder? Not to take it personally, I mean. [He lifts his head and says earnestly to Yellownis:] I like you, man.
[He glances down at his hands again, then back up.]
So, wait. How many of you are there? It's more than you two?
Mmhmm. The others would get in the way of dinner, so they're not here, because dinner needs to get done. Once it's done, I expect someone else will be along.
[He casts a quizzical look at Yellow Ignis.]
I imagine one of us will stay. We're usually the ones out here most often. I'm just not certain which of us will be replaced.
[He motions to Prompto's left, and as he does some of the watercolor gray around the edges of the kitchen seems to recede, revealing a nondescript gray door set into the mass of general nothingness.]
His is on the other side. And the others have theirs around, of course.
So you all have your own... bedroom, I guess? But you're all separate? You don't get to, like, hang out?
[Prompto realizes how silly that sounds after the fact and rubs the back of his neck.]
I guess that doesn't make sense if you're just parts of the bigger Iggy, but it still seems like it'd get lonely. I mean, having pieces of you that don't get to come out much. That sounds sad, them not getting seen.
[With a worried look, Blue Ignis glances over at Yellow Ignis, whose hands go still as the clarity of the kitchen seems to pulse and falter. One blink later, and a similar door has opened up in the aether on the other side of the kitchen; quietly, Yellow Ignis sets down his knife, wipes his hands on a towel, and strides toward the door, which opens just long enough for him to pass through before closing behind him again.
The kitchen goes gray, fading out of focus until it's a runny blob at the edges; as it fades back in, another door back behind where the appliances had been opens up, and a figure emerges.
By the time Gray Ignis has entered the room, the kitchen is gone — replaced by a setting that Prompto might just remember all too well: their suite in Galdin Quay.
The same one that he and Prompto had visited months back. Newspaper and all.]
[Prompto doesn't analyze. He's not the type to step back and think something through to its logical conclusion.
What Prompto does is feel. Is see. He's a photographer, and while blue doesn't necessarily translate to gentle kindness in his mind, nor yellow to buzzing energy, grey brings associations all its own--especially in this hotel room, with all the brightness of Galdin Quay outside.
He checks to see if Bluenis is still there, then walks quietly right over to Iggrey.]
Hey, Iggy.
[He turns to stand next to him instead of before, close enough to brush shoulders, if Ignis moves.]
[With the setting now changed, Bluenis has swapped duties from preparing dinner to tidying up the room, though it's notable that he's not very efficient about it; without Yellow around to keep him on track, he's lingering over everything as he tries to clean it up, gazing for long periods of time at each object and running his fingers over it almost reverently before doing something with it.
Gray Ignis, on the other hand, gravitates toward a chair almost instantly, dropping himself into it and slumping down low, sagging like a deflated balloon.]
[He says, glumly. One hand is tracing circles on the fabric of the armrest that Prompto isn't sitting on; the other is cast limply across his lap to make room.]
Here. So I am. There's no helping it, if that's how it is.
[He's not doing very well at explaining this — Yellow would be better, more efficient — but he's at least trying to bring things around to the point, anyway.]
Because it's sad, you understand. That's what I'm here for.
[Even though it's in Prompto's nature to address a mood like this by breaking it, he instead digests what he's hearing without taking his eyes off Grey Ignis. He takes in his despondency, the meaningless, fidgety touches, the... given-upness of his whole demeanor.]
What do you do? When it's sad. I feel like... like I don't see you a lot.
[Prompto returns his gaze to his hands a moment, then off to the wall in front of him.]
And if I cheer you up, you'll disappear, won't you?
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[Or, yes and no, from Blue Ignis and Yellow Ignis, respectfully. Interestingly enough, however, trying to look at what they're making reveals — well, nothing actually discernible as one dish or another. They're clearly busy, and there's clearly food there, and ingredients being whipped into shape. But it's not actually a dish being constructed, and no amount of time put into it seems to get them any closer to actually completing anything.
Curious.
Blue Ignis shoots a Look at Yellow Ignis before turning back to the conversation.]
I, for one, always enjoy having your help, Prompto. But the sooner dinner is done, the sooner one of us will have to go, and I suppose it might be me, so.
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[He tilts his head. This is dreamlike enough he doesn't really need to question the missing method to the culinary madness, here.]
What do you mean? Go where?
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[He explains, patiently.]
Then I'll get out of the way, to make room.
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What? What do you mean, Iggy, you're always needed. Huh?
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[He reaches for another clean spoon, and dips it in the sauce he'd been working on before offering it to Prompto to taste, as if in explanation.]
But dinner is one I'm indispensable for. He's indifferent to it either way; I'm the one that likes to do it. But I'm not much good at it alone, either; he's better at keeping the both of us on track.
[As if on cue, Yellow Ignis mutters "One minute!" and sets his knife aside, starting to scoop his chopped vegetables together into a bowl.]
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Ohhh. Oh! Huh.
[He points rapidly between them.]
You guys are, like, two different sides of Ignis. Ignello's all, time time time, chop chop! And Bluenis, you're the nice one. Uh.
[Prompto blushes when he says that and clears his throat apologetically, glancing at Yellow Ignis.]
Not that you're not all nice. All Ignises are nice. You're just... the Ignicest! Right?
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[He stops short, brow furrowing a moment as he seems to reconsider that, and then pleasantly amends: ]
— one of the only ones of us with responsibilities. You can't hardly fault him for taking it seriously.
[He smiles a little, softly.]
You've never been very good at reading him, though, I don't think. You see it as him not liking you, when in fact he's just preoccupied with everything it is he's got to keep running smoothly.
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Sorry. I mean, I know you guys are busy. I'll... try harder? Not to take it personally, I mean. [He lifts his head and says earnestly to Yellownis:] I like you, man.
[He glances down at his hands again, then back up.]
So, wait. How many of you are there? It's more than you two?
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[He casts a quizzical look at Yellow Ignis.]
I imagine one of us will stay. We're usually the ones out here most often. I'm just not certain which of us will be replaced.
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Where do you go? When you're not here.
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[He motions to Prompto's left, and as he does some of the watercolor gray around the edges of the kitchen seems to recede, revealing a nondescript gray door set into the mass of general nothingness.]
His is on the other side. And the others have theirs around, of course.
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[Prompto realizes how silly that sounds after the fact and rubs the back of his neck.]
I guess that doesn't make sense if you're just parts of the bigger Iggy, but it still seems like it'd get lonely. I mean, having pieces of you that don't get to come out much. That sounds sad, them not getting seen.
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[He frowns a little, though, looking vaguely unsettled.]
You...think it's sad...?
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A little, yeah. There's sides of everyone we don't show as much, but... it's nice when they get accepted, too. Or maybe nice isn't the word, but...
[Eventually, it becomes clear he doesn't have the vocabulary to finish the thought properly, and he just shrugs helplessly and shakes his head.]
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[With a worried look, Blue Ignis glances over at Yellow Ignis, whose hands go still as the clarity of the kitchen seems to pulse and falter. One blink later, and a similar door has opened up in the aether on the other side of the kitchen; quietly, Yellow Ignis sets down his knife, wipes his hands on a towel, and strides toward the door, which opens just long enough for him to pass through before closing behind him again.
The kitchen goes gray, fading out of focus until it's a runny blob at the edges; as it fades back in, another door back behind where the appliances had been opens up, and a figure emerges.
By the time Gray Ignis has entered the room, the kitchen is gone — replaced by a setting that Prompto might just remember all too well: their suite in Galdin Quay.
The same one that he and Prompto had visited months back. Newspaper and all.]
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[Prompto doesn't analyze. He's not the type to step back and think something through to its logical conclusion.
What Prompto does is feel. Is see. He's a photographer, and while blue doesn't necessarily translate to gentle kindness in his mind, nor yellow to buzzing energy, grey brings associations all its own--especially in this hotel room, with all the brightness of Galdin Quay outside.
He checks to see if Bluenis is still there, then walks quietly right over to Iggrey.]
Hey, Iggy.
[He turns to stand next to him instead of before, close enough to brush shoulders, if Ignis moves.]
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Gray Ignis, on the other hand, gravitates toward a chair almost instantly, dropping himself into it and slumping down low, sagging like a deflated balloon.]
You're here, are you.
[He says, dismally.]
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[He follows along, and, as before, perches on the armrest, keeping close while still allowing Ignis his space.]
That okay with you, buddy? You know I didn't mean to barge in, but... I'm here now.
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[He says, glumly. One hand is tracing circles on the fabric of the armrest that Prompto isn't sitting on; the other is cast limply across his lap to make room.]
Here. So I am. There's no helping it, if that's how it is.
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[Prompto half-turns to look at him, hands laced in his lap, one foot swinging idly. Eventually, he nudges Ignis's arm with a gentle elbow.]
Do you want to be?
[Your life isn't yours to live!
Aranea was grey, too, but her eyes were green, green, green like Iggy's.]
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[He's not doing very well at explaining this — Yellow would be better, more efficient — but he's at least trying to bring things around to the point, anyway.]
Because it's sad, you understand. That's what I'm here for.
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[Even though it's in Prompto's nature to address a mood like this by breaking it, he instead digests what he's hearing without taking his eyes off Grey Ignis. He takes in his despondency, the meaningless, fidgety touches, the... given-upness of his whole demeanor.]
What do you do? When it's sad. I feel like... like I don't see you a lot.
[Prompto returns his gaze to his hands a moment, then off to the wall in front of him.]
And if I cheer you up, you'll disappear, won't you?
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[Almost glumly, he keeps his eyes lowered, fingers still working idly on the armrest.]
I suppose it makes sense that you wouldn't. It's not very sensical to begin with.
[He sighs.]
There's almost never just one of us. You don't see me because I'm not supposed to be seen. But sometimes I'm there anyway.
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[After a moment of studying Grey Ignis over his shoulder, Prompto lays a hand on his arm.]
I'm sorry, Iggy.
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[He doesn't look up, and his voice is quiet, and it seems like an honest question.]
Better, if I weren't there at all?
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