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My, if this isn't the most delightful surprise.

[The stranger spoke, looking at something just off camera. He smiled ever so slightly, shrugging it off as he walked about. Judging by the scenery moving behind him, he was likely somewhere within the central city still.]

Truly, I have yet to see a more accomodating set of cities in all my years. And I hear it's election season as well? I do hope I'm not too late to participate. Even though democracy is as foreign to me as this city...

[He smiled so sweetly, playing off the 'new arrival' card to its fullest. Yet if he truly cared about making his voice heard in such a way beyond idle musings, none could truly say. What was certain, however, was that this was bound to be far more interesting than he likely gave credit for, especially as he goes back to watch the debates... If he isn't rudely interrupted, that is.]

Best of luck to the candidates.

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[And he absolutely adores your anger, nephew 112 times removed.]

Why, yes, actually. It was one last favor for an old friend. [He smirks for a brief second, before it fades into a mockery of sadness.] The boy's creator was, after all, turning.

[Why wouldn't he reunite Besithia with his once-kidnapped offspring as he neared death's door? He's not entirely heartless ~~o wait~~.]

And after all I have done for you and yours? I'm hurt, Noct.

Generous of you to let him suffer that long. ( it's a shame that smarmy-ness didn't pass down through the generations. try as he might, noct just can't sound as gross about it as ardyn would. ) Guess you still had a few uses for him, huh?

( he shifts his weight, about ready to be done with this garbage and it's associated garbage man. ) Don't remember asking for your help, not even once.

Why, it was his choice after all. He infected himself. What kind of friend would I be to deprive him of his wish?

[That would because his brother wasn't nearly as bitter by what transpired, surely. Though he does not deny that the man had his uses. Much like Aldercapt, who was far too easily manipulated.]

And yet, you required it. [He smirks, knowing full well he'd set it up thus.]

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( god. you always have an insufferable answer for everything don't you?!
noctis just shakes his head, looking rather disgusted.

of course, he knows the reason for his next question, but still. he wonders how ardyn might respond... )

So, you want to tell me why it is that you've been helping us all this time? Doubt a man like you works out of the kindness of his heart. ( you probably need one to do that anyway. )

[Perhaps in your opinion, Highness.

Ardyn smiles, perhaps a bit too pleasantly.]

Why, to aid in your Ascension, of course. Though I fear the details are far better suited off these dreadful things, and your guard has been adamant in our never crossing paths. [Which he will simply pretend to honor... For now, as he settles and comes to terms with this lovely change of plans.]

Their advice has never stopped you before, why start now?

( it might almost... sound like a challenge to meet him face-to-face.
after hearing about the hobo's heritage... there are just too many things that noctis wants, or maybe... needs to know, before he can face the future. )

[But did it sound like a challenge because it is one? Because if so, he is more amused than ever for Noctis falling for the bait oh so easily.]

Why, far be it from me to decline an invitation from the crown prince. Especially as my schedule seems to be lacking in any further engagements...

[While that smirk is anything but pleasant now, he will humor the boy. Though he has to wonder why he suddenly seems so bold. What does the second Chosen know, precisely?]

Simply state a time and location, and I will meet you there.

[On Noct's terms. He won't even bat an eye if he brings his little entourage with him.]

Yeah.

( he's going to leave it at that, for now at least. he actually has every intention of following through with the idea, too. but not... until he has a chance to explain it to the others. not while there's still opportunities for this guy to get a leg up on any of them. )

I'm sure you will.

( and the transmission ends. he'll be in touch, uncle. )

[As the line goes dead, he doesn't bother to respond further. Instead, he sighs. Well, that certainly could have gone far worse. Yet he does not stop to think upon it further.

At least, it doesn't appear that way as he continues on his way, quietly humming a little tune...]

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