[ He's... Fine. As fine as he can be despite what he's been thrown into. Despite the disgusting creatures that put up a good fight, Noctis has made it outside of the coliseum with mere cuts and bruises. He's absolutely parched, but hardly hungry. No... No, the disgusting vegetable-like monsters have effectively killed his appetite for a good while. He's pretty sure he hates them even more at this point. ]
[ There are a few tears in his clothes, buttons and latches come loose as he drags his feet across the pavement. Noctis is incredibly winded after having fought by himself, and all he can think about is catching up with his father. ]
[ His father... ]
[ It's clear that this place has powers in which he is not familiar with. Means to change his placement within its confines at a mere snap of its fingers. But all the while, this place has reunited him with his deceased father. The King of Lucis. Just like that, they were separated. ]
[ He should be adjusted to the mental and emotional whiplash by now. After being trapped within walls of a fortress, desperately searching for Prompto and being fooled by Ardyn's jokes and misguidance? This should be nothing. He had doubted everything he had seen, doubted the existence of his father until he felt his hands take his own. Heard his reassurance grace his ears, and everything just felt too real to deny. ]
[ But Noctis still finds himself at a loss. Still uncertain as to whether or not this is some sort of hell, paradise, or afterlife. Regardless of his doubts, Regis is here, somewhere, and he has to find him to make sure he's recovering. Noctis had found him injured by that disgusting, snow-white creature. He can only hope that Regis has made it out alive. ]
[ He wanders the streets, searching for him. For safety, really. Noctis hisses as he feels a sting at his arm, realizing there's a deeper cut along his shoulder. ]
Damn it.
[ Wild eyes search for a safe place, but for now? They find nothing. Not until he turns to the side and sees... Something-- Someone in the distance. ]
[ Long curtains of white fabric, a glowing gown that is obviously torn to shreds even from this distance. Though her hair is dirty, it's still bright and almost ethereal. Noctis stops without knowing, something in his gut telling him to. Though the Ring of Lucii has apparently been rendered useless, it seemingly tightens around his finger. Possibly in his head, but when a flash of the blue, watery place he had last seen in his dreams has his mind telling him that this is... No. No it can't be her. ]
[ The girl is limping, clutching her stomach. Noctis had bore witness to her demise from such a far distance, but still. Just because Regis is here can't possibly mean that Lunafreya is. Still, she's clearly injured and in trouble, and far be it for Noctis to run for her. ]
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[ There are a few tears in his clothes, buttons and latches come loose as he drags his feet across the pavement. Noctis is incredibly winded after having fought by himself, and all he can think about is catching up with his father. ]
[ His father... ]
[ It's clear that this place has powers in which he is not familiar with. Means to change his placement within its confines at a mere snap of its fingers. But all the while, this place has reunited him with his deceased father. The King of Lucis. Just like that, they were separated. ]
[ He should be adjusted to the mental and emotional whiplash by now. After being trapped within walls of a fortress, desperately searching for Prompto and being fooled by Ardyn's jokes and misguidance? This should be nothing. He had doubted everything he had seen, doubted the existence of his father until he felt his hands take his own. Heard his reassurance grace his ears, and everything just felt too real to deny. ]
[ But Noctis still finds himself at a loss. Still uncertain as to whether or not this is some sort of hell, paradise, or afterlife. Regardless of his doubts, Regis is here, somewhere, and he has to find him to make sure he's recovering. Noctis had found him injured by that disgusting, snow-white creature. He can only hope that Regis has made it out alive. ]
[ He wanders the streets, searching for him. For safety, really. Noctis hisses as he feels a sting at his arm, realizing there's a deeper cut along his shoulder. ]
Damn it.
[ Wild eyes search for a safe place, but for now? They find nothing. Not until he turns to the side and sees... Something-- Someone in the distance. ]
[ Long curtains of white fabric, a glowing gown that is obviously torn to shreds even from this distance. Though her hair is dirty, it's still bright and almost ethereal. Noctis stops without knowing, something in his gut telling him to. Though the Ring of Lucii has apparently been rendered useless, it seemingly tightens around his finger. Possibly in his head, but when a flash of the blue, watery place he had last seen in his dreams has his mind telling him that this is... No. No it can't be her. ]
[ The girl is limping, clutching her stomach. Noctis had bore witness to her demise from such a far distance, but still. Just because Regis is here can't possibly mean that Lunafreya is. Still, she's clearly injured and in trouble, and far be it for Noctis to run for her. ]
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