IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

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[nightcure]

need ur help

fast

[founderinglight]

Prompto, my brother, or something else?

[nightcure]

[ The texts come rapidly, one after the other: ]

prompto

hes lost

hes in a blizzard

last thing he saw was trees

i dont know this place like u do

i need to find him

text, 4/28, just after talking to Junpei

[serrata]

Why are you taking him with you?

[ That's it. That's all the context he gets. Though all things considered, it's probably not hard to work out who sent this message and why. ]

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[founderinglight]

For exactly the reasons I told him. Because it feels wrong not to offer someone the chance, and I don't much trust the rest of you to not take a shot, considering that you barely tolerate me.

[serrata]

That's reasonable enough. I still think it's ridiculous that you're asking any of us to go with you, but if you had to pick anyone, Junpei's the best choice.

But if you think having him tag along to your little therapy session is going to get you into our good books, I might as well tell you up front that it's not going to happen.

TEXT; quicksilver80; while Izunia's sleeping off his Palace, before I forget

[photoshooter]

hey. Haven't seen you for a while, hope youre okay. lmk if u need anything.

[Attached: An absolutely gorgeous photo of sunset on Glitterstone Beach.]

text; elevencrows; several hours later; 1/2

[founderinglight]

[If Prompto squints at it, this is a horrible linguistic mashup with only maybe one out of three words and half the grammar constructions in anything resembling modern Lucian. Good thing there's that translation magic.]

Sleeping something off. Need to talk to you later.

Lovely photo.

2/2 twenty minutes or so later

[founderinglight]

[The second text is slightly more linguistically coherent, in that he's managed to mostly stick to a single grammar.

The grammar is not modern Lucian, but, well, he's trying.]

If one of you has a razor I could borrow, that would be marvelous.

Just drop it in my mail slot, I'm back to bed.

[photoshooter]

[This razor smells distinctly of camping and Gladiolus.]

text; un: daybreak

[hairpincurves]

Izunia-san, I have a question. Are partial transformations something I should give you a heads-up over? Because if so, uh, this is kind of your heads-up. I've found myself with some kind of transformation ability that's limited to just my arms and hands, but uh... yeah. I can make them kind of dragon-like now.

[founderinglight]

Yes, please and thank you! Would it be possible to see it in a more controlled environment in person? That honestly helps a great deal.

[hairpincurves]

Absolutely. Any place you'd prefer for this to happen?

after talking to church

[burninglight]

okay

what the FUCK happened THIS time

[founderinglight]

Your husband continues to think it would make his life easier if I hated him the way he does me, so, nothing new, really.

several days after the beach

[motherfucking_ghost]

u cant fix me btw

[founderinglight]

(゜-゜)???

[You can wait for a minute, but that's... yeah that's all there is.]

for the bro and the inlaw

[founderinglight]

[It's been a good handful of days since the Hug. Almost a week - long enough that Izunia, in the home stretch, is now almost, almost finished.

And then one day, seemingly out of the blue, he leaves his room with... Well. The Founder King is on the warpath, metaphorically, because in the literal sense there's nothing to fight, nothing for him to do. The person who has so enraged him isn't even here.

But that doesn't mean that he's not stalking through the halls of the Station with kingly authority and anger set in his shoulders, his long black coat - only a step down from a royal raiment - practically snapping around his legs every time he turns.

He really needs to blow off some steam.]

[burninglight]

[Ardyn had been minding his own business--and all things considered, having a good day. He'd been walking with Church, probably on their way to the kitchens for Ardyn to cook something for the pair of them.]

[...And then he caught sight of Izunia, all fury and authority radiating magic like a faint buzz of static electricity in the air. Head to toe it was the aura of the Founder, of the Mystic without the armor, and Ardyn froze midsentence. Not quite retreating, but shrinking back with an arm half-raised in front of Church. torn between standing his ground in protection and escaping on the spot, gold eyes blank and distant.]

bro and the inlaw part 2

[founderinglight]

[A couple days pass - enough time for everyone involved to chill out just a little. Not entirely - after the spoiler Church left him with, Izunia still hasn't been able to bring himself to watch anything more without a surge of anger coming to the forefront, but that's alright. It's not going anywhere.

He's currently hanging out at his usul table on the deck, idly swirling a hot chocolate around with a straw against the growing seasonal chill. Seasons, hoboy, they sure are a thing and it's getting colder. His other hand is occupied with a pen and a sketchbook is laid open in front of him. On the table next to him, perfectly content in her warm fur, is Verity, hooked to his chair leg by a leash and harness.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, however, the kitty's ears go up and she makes a little meow, which in turn draws Izunia's attention up from his sketch.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Kitty! [Yes, Church turns to an everyman when it comes to spying a cat.] Whosagoodkitty~ [Come get hugs! Oh. There is...dad owner here this time, and her in a harness.]

Oh. Uh. Hi. Promise I'm not kidnapping the cat.

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[whatsmytalentagain]

[It's been a while since Izuna posted that message about the tattoos. Rantaro seriously needed to sleep on it since, back in his home country, giant tattoos everywhere made you look like a criminal or something. Though, on the other hand, he's already got multiple ear piercings and it's not like he's likely to go home any time soon, so why not?

So what's the holdup?

Better question: what the hell does he get a tattoo of?

Guess he has to have a private convo here...]

Hi, I'm interested in getting a tattoo. I know these things are supposed to last forever though, and I want want mine to actually mean something. Can you help me out?

wow I TOTALLY LOST THIS I'm sorry

[founderinglight]

Certainly! Did you have something in mind?

[motherfucking_ghost]

So.

[That Church is willingly approaching Izunia at all is still a shock, honestly. He's got paper and a pencil and looks pretty serious, almost solemn.]

Anger rating chart thing?

[founderinglight]

[Izunia, for his part, seems surprised to be approached as he's killing time, presumably waiting for whatever's in the oven at the moment.]

Oh - well, why not. I've nothing pressing at the moment.