1. [When Ignis woke up that day (normal), everything seemed normal. He went around doing his stuff, from making coffee and breakfast to taking a stroll to the library and Bonfire. It was unusally calm... or was it just him? The spirits acted normal, although not many wandered around the edges of the Forest. That's fine, Ignis figured. They were probably wary of new arrivals, and vice versa.
Still, as he takes a seat at the usual table in the Library, he could have sworn he heard a giggle. Not just any kind of giggle- a giggle of a small girl. Or was it a boy? He lifts his gaze and looks around but refocuses on the pages once again.
But when it happens again, he places the book down and straightens, frowning. The Librarian never giggles. They hoot and hum and and chew on the pages and glide over the bookcases. He lifts his lantern as exits the bookshelf row.]
...Hello?
[...could be nothing.]
Middle of the Event
2. [To say that Ignis is a clean freak would be an understatement. He really appreciates when everything is in order. Yet somehow everything in the house seems to be misplaced.
And those cobwebs! They are driving him insane!
He's on the porch, in front of his house, with a broom, cleaning up the corners and the walls of the wooden cottage of the webs... that don't really exist. After dusting off his broom from "cobwebs" he "cleaned up" he returns to wiping windows from (non-existent) dust and ash.]
3. Isn't this a bit excessive...?
[Ignis' question is quiet and mostly to himself, as he stares at, well, nothing. Just an empty space between the trees. But his hallucinating mind sees a lot of hands and bones hanging on the nearby branch. Are spirits trying to freak out the newcomers? Because they are doing a hell of a good job because Ignis almost got a heart attack. He seriously hopes those hands aren't real and just made from a lot of very... convincing-looking material and ketchup.]
Excuse me, [he stops the first person that comes his way,] would you mind helping me take these off the branches? Spirits are being a bit too playful tonight.
End of the Event
4. [It happened again. Only this time on his way back from the Bonfire and just as he stepped onto the bridge. At first, Ignis didn't want to believe what he was seeing, that it was mere trick of the light. But now he can't deny it. He is here. And standing on the bridge, bolcking his way.
A tall figure with ragged attire; long, tattered scarves, drenched in filth of the scourge, mud from the battle and water; skin so pale with demonic liquid dripping down his cheeks, grinning toothily at Ignis as he raises both of his hands, as if beckoning Ignis to come closer.]
I knew you would come here eventually... [Ignis says and gets into fighting stance, summoning his blades and infusing them with lightning. The shadowy figure cackles, tilting the hat up with finger-]
How the mighty have fallen, [Ardyn speaks in his ominously silky and sickly voice. The figure charges at him from the bridge to where Ignis is standing near the forest, and Ignis' blades strike the ground, making it explode loudly, sending rocks flying everywhere. In his vision, he had pushed Ardyn back- for a second- and he's getting ready to do it again.]
Wonderful. I get to kill you this time.
WILDCARD
5. [OOC: If you have any idea or you want to plot something up, hit me up at WindsongWitch ]
Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | ota | Event CWs
1. [When Ignis woke up that day (normal), everything seemed normal. He went around doing his stuff, from making coffee and breakfast to taking a stroll to the library and Bonfire. It was unusally calm... or was it just him? The spirits acted normal, although not many wandered around the edges of the Forest. That's fine, Ignis figured. They were probably wary of new arrivals, and vice versa.
Still, as he takes a seat at the usual table in the Library, he could have sworn he heard a giggle. Not just any kind of giggle- a giggle of a small girl. Or was it a boy? He lifts his gaze and looks around but refocuses on the pages once again.
But when it happens again, he places the book down and straightens, frowning. The Librarian never giggles. They hoot and hum and and chew on the pages and glide over the bookcases. He lifts his lantern as exits the bookshelf row.]
...Hello?
[...could be nothing.]
Middle of the Event
2. [To say that Ignis is a clean freak would be an understatement. He really appreciates when everything is in order. Yet somehow everything in the house seems to be misplaced.
And those cobwebs! They are driving him insane!
He's on the porch, in front of his house, with a broom, cleaning up the corners and the walls of the wooden cottage of the webs... that don't really exist. After dusting off his broom from "cobwebs" he "cleaned up" he returns to wiping windows from (non-existent) dust and ash.]
3. Isn't this a bit excessive...?
[Ignis' question is quiet and mostly to himself, as he stares at, well, nothing. Just an empty space between the trees. But his hallucinating mind sees a lot of hands and bones hanging on the nearby branch. Are spirits trying to freak out the newcomers? Because they are doing a hell of a good job because Ignis almost got a heart attack. He seriously hopes those hands aren't real and just made from a lot of very... convincing-looking material and ketchup.]
Excuse me, [he stops the first person that comes his way,] would you mind helping me take these off the branches? Spirits are being a bit too playful tonight.
End of the Event
4. [It happened again. Only this time on his way back from the Bonfire and just as he stepped onto the bridge. At first, Ignis didn't want to believe what he was seeing, that it was mere trick of the light. But now he can't deny it. He is here. And standing on the bridge, bolcking his way.
A tall figure with ragged attire; long, tattered scarves, drenched in filth of the scourge, mud from the battle and water; skin so pale with demonic liquid dripping down his cheeks, grinning toothily at Ignis as he raises both of his hands, as if beckoning Ignis to come closer.]
I knew you would come here eventually... [Ignis says and gets into fighting stance, summoning his blades and infusing them with lightning. The shadowy figure cackles, tilting the hat up with finger-]
How the mighty have fallen, [Ardyn speaks in his ominously silky and sickly voice. The figure charges at him from the bridge to where Ignis is standing near the forest, and Ignis' blades strike the ground, making it explode loudly, sending rocks flying everywhere. In his vision, he had pushed Ardyn back- for a second- and he's getting ready to do it again.]
Wonderful. I get to kill you this time.
WILDCARD
5. [OOC: If you have any idea or you want to plot something up, hit me up at