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II. ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴅs [action]
I.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴄᴀᴛ's ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴀғé
[A nagging cough gets the better of Regis as he strolls out of the café. He's been retracing his steps here Genessia City, taking a day to explore old neighborhood haunts he once enjoyed. While it still feels quite surreal for him to be wandering down these familiar streets, a strange sense of anxiety claims him. His brief conversation with Prompto stirred up quite a bit of emotion, some of which he's woefully unprepared for. It was easier for Regis not to mull about the past but now, with his son near and others even nearer; he finds himself fretting.
It's been days since his arrival in Genessia and he hasn't brought it upon himself to contact Noctis. While he truly does wish to see his son again, something stops him from doing so. Maybe it's fear? Probably. The reluctance that claims him is comprised of his own laden fear that perhaps, just perhaps...the boy hates him. While the mere notion is ludicrous at best, Regis can't chase that feeling away.
He never told the truth to Noctis. Regis knew of what the prophecy foretold thanks to his bond with the Crystal but he never once conveyed this to Noct. Maybe it's shame that stills him from action but either way, he's not ready to face his son.]
In due time...
[He mutters to himself as he takes a sip of his espresso. The barista went a little heavy on the cream but Regis isn't complaining. Dressed outside of his usual kingly raiment, the former King of Lucis looks quite humble today in hopes of not drawing too much attention to himself.
With Ardyn on the prowl, it's for the best that he doesn't draw any unnecessary attention. Prompto told him all he needed to know about the alleged chancellor and Regis been on edge since.]
II.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ
[Somewhere between 4th Street and Hawthrone Avenue decides to rest. While he doesn't have to worry about the oppressive aura of the Crystal sapping away his strength anymore, Regis is still quite worn. His knees ache terribly and of course in his stubbornness forsook his cane. He honestly grown to loathe that blasted cane over the years. Besides the white hair and the crinkling crows feet at the edges of his eyes, the cane serves as a reminder of the youth he lost. Of course he detests it on some level but it was foolish of him to wander so far without it.
A sigh of relief escapes Regis once he finds sturdy old park bench nearby. The former king takes a seat. His injured knee is throbbing something fierce despite the brace he wears under his slacks. He takes a moment to soothe the pain with a light rub before giving up. The thought of seeing a physician has crossed his mind several times but Regis pales at the thought. He had enough of doctors and enough of the poking and prodding of physicians. Ever since he assumed the title of king, his failing health became a conversational piece.
Regis hated it. Oh, he always has.
Now free from both his duties as king and guardian both, Regis finds himself almost missing the daily humdrum of the Citadel. However, what he truly missed was the presence of his once sworn shield.]
Clarus. [A regretful hum escapes him as he thinks of the loyal Amicitia.] A shame you aren't here.
[Regis lingers upon the bench for a time, lost within his own thoughts as he stares up at the bright sky above.]
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[A nagging cough gets the better of Regis as he strolls out of the café. He's been retracing his steps here Genessia City, taking a day to explore old neighborhood haunts he once enjoyed. While it still feels quite surreal for him to be wandering down these familiar streets, a strange sense of anxiety claims him. His brief conversation with Prompto stirred up quite a bit of emotion, some of which he's woefully unprepared for. It was easier for Regis not to mull about the past but now, with his son near and others even nearer; he finds himself fretting.
It's been days since his arrival in Genessia and he hasn't brought it upon himself to contact Noctis. While he truly does wish to see his son again, something stops him from doing so. Maybe it's fear? Probably. The reluctance that claims him is comprised of his own laden fear that perhaps, just perhaps...the boy hates him. While the mere notion is ludicrous at best, Regis can't chase that feeling away.
He never told the truth to Noctis. Regis knew of what the prophecy foretold thanks to his bond with the Crystal but he never once conveyed this to Noct. Maybe it's shame that stills him from action but either way, he's not ready to face his son.]
In due time...
[He mutters to himself as he takes a sip of his espresso. The barista went a little heavy on the cream but Regis isn't complaining. Dressed outside of his usual kingly raiment, the former King of Lucis looks quite humble today in hopes of not drawing too much attention to himself.
With Ardyn on the prowl, it's for the best that he doesn't draw any unnecessary attention. Prompto told him all he needed to know about the alleged chancellor and Regis been on edge since.]
II.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ
[Somewhere between 4th Street and Hawthrone Avenue decides to rest. While he doesn't have to worry about the oppressive aura of the Crystal sapping away his strength anymore, Regis is still quite worn. His knees ache terribly and of course in his stubbornness forsook his cane. He honestly grown to loathe that blasted cane over the years. Besides the white hair and the crinkling crows feet at the edges of his eyes, the cane serves as a reminder of the youth he lost. Of course he detests it on some level but it was foolish of him to wander so far without it.
A sigh of relief escapes Regis once he finds sturdy old park bench nearby. The former king takes a seat. His injured knee is throbbing something fierce despite the brace he wears under his slacks. He takes a moment to soothe the pain with a light rub before giving up. The thought of seeing a physician has crossed his mind several times but Regis pales at the thought. He had enough of doctors and enough of the poking and prodding of physicians. Ever since he assumed the title of king, his failing health became a conversational piece.
Regis hated it. Oh, he always has.
Now free from both his duties as king and guardian both, Regis finds himself almost missing the daily humdrum of the Citadel. However, what he truly missed was the presence of his once sworn shield.]
Clarus. [A regretful hum escapes him as he thinks of the loyal Amicitia.] A shame you aren't here.
[Regis lingers upon the bench for a time, lost within his own thoughts as he stares up at the bright sky above.]
III.ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
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Hello, I am Baymax, a personal health care provider. Are you feeling all right sir?
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Still unable to ease the tension in his leg, Regis pauses once something large lumbered over towards him. The old king's eyes widen with surprise when this enormous marshmallow of a man meanders towards him. He stares at the creature in surprise for a good while with alarm.]
Personal health care provider? [He blinks in confusion at the slightly electronic voice.] Ah, you're a machine...
[A hint of surprise lingers in his gaze as he waves Baymax. He honestly never seen anything like him before.]
Ah, I'm...well, I suppose. Just a few dull aches.
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[Baymax tilted his head curiously for a moment before his chest flickered with a image of happy to pained faces.]
On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?
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I would confess a "seven" at best--[Before he could finish, Regis winces once the throbbing begins anew.] Scratch that. Let's say an "eight" instead.
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I know, I know. I'm quite aware of that kind of prescription but I quite prefer holistic remedies.
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[He nodded, respecting the king's wishes as he asked,] What sort of holistic remedies are available in this world? I have yet to be programmed with them.
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Well for starters, Epsom salt is high in magnesium and sulfates which is good for inflammation. I plan on drawing a hot bath once I return to the Commons, assuming I'll arrive in one piece.
[The old king let's out a distressed sigh. He shouldn't have wandered.]
In addition, fennel tea and peppermint tea work miracles as well. I'm a little impartial to fennel tea though.
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[He blinked slowly for a moment as he asked,] Are you able to return to your home, sir?
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I'm certain they'll thank you for it.
[At the question that followed, Regis couldn't help but look a tad sheepish.]
I'm afraid not.
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[Baymax tilted his head.] Do you require a lift sir? I could carry you. I am designed to carry more than 1000 tons which includes patients who require transfer to designated areas.
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I mean not to trouble you, Baymax. However, I'm without much options here.
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[Baymax beeped and his display appeared once more.] On the scale of one to ten, how do you rate your pain?
Action . Park
When he stops in front of Regis, he only means for it to be a brief stop.]
Sorry to bother you, sir. [He bows, just to cover his polite bases,] Have you seen anything unusual while you've been sitting here?
[Other than me, he would like to add. Uai growls under his breath when he notices some of his shadowy aura is visible. He's like a popped balloon and his aura is the escaping air. He's a disgrace to magicians and can hear his mentors snickering at him from... wherever they are.]
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Nothing seems out of the ordinary here. [He states honestly while discretely reading the boy's aura. There's off about this child, almost sinister. It's as if an odd kind of magic clings to the youth's every step.] Except for "you" of course.
[His gaze narrows in suspicion.]
Is all well? You seem quite harrowed.
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So he takes the comment lightly. If he were in a better mood, Uai might smile reassuringly and deflect the concern... but falling apart doesn't put one in a terribly good mood. His response is unfortunately sharp and lacks the manners Uai would otherwise employ.]
I'll be fine. [The teen pauses, then decides to clarify.] When you say I'm out of the ordinary, you mean me? [He points to himself,] Not that you saw anything like me around here?
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I mean "you". [The old king clarifies with a slight nod.] Something is amidst here.
[He pauses for a time, clearly uncertain whether or not he should speak further.]
It's as if you're unraveling at the seams. What sort of foul magic is at play here?
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So when it is brought up, Uai isn’t in the mood to draw out the conversation. He flicks his white braid over his shoulder and answers curtly:]
Glad it’s obvious. Yes, I’m unraveling. It won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. At least, it shouldn’t.
[Well, as long as he deals with it quickly. Uai doesn’t intend for his leaking aura to hurt anyone. His current hunt around the park is based primarily in caution.]
It’s my soul, if you have to know. My magic is. I made a mistake and want to make sure I’m the only one hurt. [He has already said more than he would like to, but better answer a question then get hurt by ignorance.] If you haven’t seen anything, I can get out of your way. Sorry for the trouble.
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Right now, this youth is his main concern.]
I meant no offense. [Regis states evenly in a slightly apologetic tone.] I was merely describing what I sensed from you, nothing more.
[Upon hearing the youth's plight, Regis makes up his mind and decides to offer his services. Unlike his son, Regis always possessed a strong affinity to magic. While his ability to summon forth the Royal Arms has waned over the years, Regis is still a capable Black Mage.]
Perhaps I could be of some use to you.
[He states as he holds out of his palm. With just a mere thought, a bright red flame suddenly ignites within his hand out of nowhere. The fire is as hot as the real thing but Regis seems capable of controlling the temperature with his brand of magic.
The boy isn't the only "magician" in town.]
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No offense taken, sir. I apologize if my tone suggested otherwise. [ It just hurts. Uai does not feel physical pain when his body is damaged, but his soul is another matter.
He quietly watched the flame and recognizes the offer. Curiosity has been ignited in the boy, and it’s enough to push aside the bad attitude that often accompanies this state.]
... No offense on my part. I will listen to details, but this is my soul we’re talking about. I like to think it’s irreplaceable.
action . the cafe
... But nope! It is sweet! And milky! All the girl's instincts rear up at once, resulting in her dropping the drink and choking on the one sip she did take.
When the cup breaks open on the floor, Rika is slow to react. She stares down at it, waiting for spiders or something to crawl out. The stares directed at her in turn eventually shake Rika out of her stupor.]
Mi...! I am sorry! [She follows the puddle of pink drink along the floor and sees it ends right by Regis' table. He's wearing a really nice suit too..! She's in trouble!] It was so cute, I was surprised!
II.ɢᴇɴᴇssɪᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ
A collection of flowers is gathered in at the basket at her side as her eyes land on the man sitting on the park bench. His eyes are directed towards the sky and, for some reason, Terra finds herself drawn to him. She steps almost silently, pulling a daffodil from her basket.
When she reaches Regis she holds out the flower and speaks in a soft voice.] Excuse me.
You look as if you need a flower.