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[verflair]

INBOX ♦ un: crimson duelist

This is X'rhun Tia. I have been informed that the purpose of this "voicemail" is for the caller to leave me a message. Please feel free to do so.

...Now if only I knew how to retrieve these messages.

voice ♦ video ♦ text ♦ action
CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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mid-octoberish?? idk during stage 2 sickstravaganza / text un: RedMage

[adelphoi]

[ normally alisaie prefers not to text if she can help it - voice and video are far more comfortable for her but she.. does not trust herself with that right now, she's too shaken, too upset, too.. afraid.

she does not want him to worry any more than he already has. ]

I have a favor to ask of you, if you are willing.

text; un: crimson duelist

[verflair]

[ He’s still not all that used to these infernal devices, and he frankly tends to forget about it until it goes chiming away from within his pocket.

Well then, there’s only one person he can think of who would have a username like that. ]

Alisaie? Of course I would be willing. What is it?

voice / late october!!!

[punshots]

[ Ultimately, he decides it's better to call.

It's been a few days since Alisaie has been conscious, and Prompto's nearly out of his mind with worry. He's the last person who wants to make anyone else worry unnecessarily, and letting X'rhun know what happened only makes it all seem more real. But he can't put this off any longer. He deserves to know. He should know. ]

Hey...X'rhun? It's Prompto. How - how've you been?

[ He can't come right out with it. It doesn't feel right. ]

[verflair]

[ X’rhun knows enough about these devices to know what a call is, but it still startles him when the damnable thing starts going off in his pocket.

The sight of Prompto’s name on the screen gives him pause, makes him frown with concern, but he answers all the same. ]

… As well as can be expected. Is this strictly a social call?

[ X’rhun isn’t really the type to beat around the bush, sorry Prompto. ]

no....vember... sometime

[daemonized]

[Sometimes Ardyn contacts people for no reason in particular, being an impulsive man who very rarely fails to cater to his own whims. And so, out of the blue, X’rhun receives a text message from him. When he opens it up, it is a picture of Ardyn wearing this hat.

He’s found at it at vendor somewhere. Probably put it on his head because it reminds him a bit of X’rhun’s, and who is he to not share his find?]

What do you think? Better than my old one?

lmfao ardyn

[verflair]

[ Forgive X’rhun if it takes him a moment to reply— he’s too busy marveling over the fact that one can send photographs with these things. It’s not too far a leap from the video feature now that he thinks about it, but it honestly hadn’t occurred to him. ]

Oh, I think it’s a vast improvement.

Mid-November-ish

[ysayle]

[ It's been a chaotic time lately, but now she's found a moment to catch her breath, it behooves Ysayle to check in with those known to her. So it is that a text is sent X'rhun's way. ]

How have you been finding Wyver, my friend?

[verflair]

[ Ah! What a pleasant surprise! ]

Not too bad. Certainly much better since that thrice-damned sickness was cured.

It’s been a while! How are you faring?

A (slightly late) Starlight Gift

[ysayle]

[ A small wrapped parcel is delivered for X'rhun to where he us staying at present in Wyver, with a small note attached: ]

X'rhun, my friend. I hope that you find these of use, and to your style. Thank you for your confidence, and understanding, it has been good to make a friend here in whom I can trust.

[ Unwrapping the paper will find a deep red pair of fine leather gloves, carefully dyed to match his usual red mage attire. Light in weight, they seem quite suited for wearing in the jungle, and likely being made from dragonhide, will no doubt suit colder climes as well. ]

A present

[panzersoldat]

[ It's not much, but what do you give such a flashy grandpa? It's a flashy grooming kit of course. With a nice hairbrush and shaving stuff (brush, straight razor, etc etc ]

To the man who looked his best even when soaked to the skin. Thank you for your continued friendship. I wish you joy and luck in the year to come.

Reinhardt

feb. 2nd evening; text un: RedMage

[adelphoi]

[ it takes her several tries to send this message. x'rhun isn't as much like all the rest, he's close, close with both of them, understands fully what something like this means, and so she struggles to find the proper words.

in the end, blunt, quick, and to the point is best. it's never failed her in the past. just tear the bandage off. ]

Prompto returned to stasis this morning. I thought it right that you should know.

[verflair]

[ Funny how that first sentence is enough to steal the air from his lungs. He knows Alisaie well enough to know that this must have devastated her, and he's instantly concerned. ]

Where are you, my dear?

a few days after the hostage and rescue situation;

[daemonized]

[Word had made it around to Ardyn that X’rhun did not exactly survive his own hostage situation. That the man had died, only to return days later, courtesy of the Natha.

It was odd, receiving the news. Knowing that all of his acquaintances (friends, was it?) could be snatched away at any time, given all the turmoil they had experienced in such a short period of time. Strange, something twisting in his chest, shaped like unease and resignation all the same. And irony, biting and cold, knowing that he had broken a promise with himself and healed the man not that long ago, only for him to die shortly after.

Oddly, though, it does not make Ardyn indecisive about what to do. A handful of days pass, and he visits Wyver. He intends to pay X’rhun a visit.]

X’rhun?

[-he calls through the closed door after a knock or two, having given a small amount of thought to the idea that he might be resting… but calling upon him anyway.]

[verflair]

[ X’rhun feels like he’s aged a lifetime in what basically amounts to a week. Not enough that he was slowly, agonizingly ushered towards death’s door by poison, haunted by dreams and unable to tell where they began and reality ended, but once he finally crossed the threshold there was only more pain waiting for him.

Agonizing, unending, unbearable pain as he watched the universe fall apart, stars torn away piece by piece and himself along with them. It is not something he wishes to relive ever again, but sometimes when he closes his eyes, he swears he’s there again, suspended in the dark and begging for it to stop gods please make it stop.

Yet he emerged from his pod as hale and whole as he had been the first time. His wounds were long gone, the poison and the pain but a distant memory. He has no need to be at home and rest, and is rather in need of ways to occupy his thoughts instead.

So when Ardyn comes a-calling, he’ll get no response at the door, if only because X’rhun is not in the house. After a moment or two of waiting, he will instead here the patter of paws from behind as a small blue pup skitters up to sniff at Ardyn’s ankles. ]

Fenrir, what have I told you about running – [ and here comes X’rhun, who stops short when he sees who is there waiting for him. He finishes his sentence rather lamely. ] – off.

Hello Ardyn.

[ He wasn’t sure how he would feel about encountering Ardyn in the wake of everything. He gets the sensation that he somehow squandered something precious, throwing his life away as he did. ]

text. un: ana [ during the hostage situation ]

[nanamari]

Are you alright? Respond when you see this.

text, un: a.leveilleur / do with this what you will

[diplomatie]

Must you always insist on reminding me of those days? I assure you, I have not feared ghosts since I was a boy, and that was not the reason I joined you in your bed that night. 'Twas merely a mistake on my way back to mine own room.

[ Gods save him when he realizes who received this. ]

un: crimson duelist

[verflair]

Now, now, Alphinaud. Such excuses do not suit you.

[ :) :) :) ]

text | un: BishopRunout (misfire)

[poolhall_killer]

Here's the photo you asked for. I hope you like it because it took me forever to capture him.

un: crimson duelist

[verflair]

Venom... why on earth have you sent me a photograph of a monkey?

un: anders, misfire

[judicia]

Isn't she the coolest cat you've ever seen?

( attachment )

un: crimson duelist

[verflair]

And here I thought I held that title. Alas, I have been put to shame.

Middle of May sometime

[daemonized]

I have a gift for you.

A real one this time.

[verflair]

“A real one.” Oh, lucky me. I assume, then, you would like to meet?

text; un: Morgana

[monya]

[ there is a sequence of three photos attached to this text.

one. two. three. ]

I need your assistance, X'rhun!

Which one do you like the most?

text; un: crimson duelist

[verflair]

[ WHY IS MORGANA SO CUTE ]

They are all rather dashing, in their own ways. May I ask what they're for?

backdated to the end of june

[daemonized]

[What a difference it is. There had been nothing but eerie silence settled across the station not that long ago, only the ambient hum of tech to keep wayward visiting refugees company. The sleeping, peaceful faces of those still sequestered in their pods, a reminder that life continually remained here, perpetually hanging above their heads in the bleak dark of space.

Now there was noise; all of them, forced to be within close proximity of each other, emotions running high. Exhaustion and frustration and worry — yet none truly shown on Ardyn’s features. Inconvenient, to be certain, maybe almost frustrating if he lingered upon these thoughts more than necessary, but he is still flippant in his mannerisms, still casual in his gait. So much that he notes something out of place where others might not. A flash of a fluffy tail, the padding of paws against cold, smooth surfaces. The sound of a meow.

Ardyn, naturally, turns a corner to follow what must be a housecat wandering about the station.]

Now, what have we here?

i have no cat icons alas

[verflair]

[ X'rhun has spent the last few days recuperating from the mess on the planet's surface. Never mind the constant fighting, the oh-so-close association with the Calamity from his own world, and then the death of poor Prompto had taken their toll on X'rhun's heart. He needed some time to get his head together.

Which was all well and good until he somehow turned himself into a cat. He doesn't even know what he did to trigger it – some idle thought mayhap – but the sudden shift in perspective had startled him badly, and the sharp meow that came out of his mouth as a result startled him even more. Some inelegant scrambling onto a countertop landed him in front of a mirror, and sure enough. He found himself faced with a fluffy thing, the color of his fur and the look of his eyes unchanged from his usual form, but wholly cat, where before he was only partially so.

He set to wandering the station after that – no reason not to enjoy this newfound form of his. A time or two people stopped to pet him, which he found he didn't mind so much, and then comes an all too familiar voice from behind him. X'rhun turns, tail swaying, to look up, up, up at Ardyn.

Hello there! ]

text | un: 76 | private

[personalwar]

I need a favor.

permaprivate!

[verflair]

Of course, my friend. Is everything all right?