[The clearly bored man with violet hair might have been unfamiliar to most (except, of course, Nari) on first glance...though his clothes and appearance had changed radically, the particular shade and state of 'artfully disheveled' was a telltale signature of a certain healer-turned-monster from a distant star ruled by a tyrannical dragon deity.]
[However, the one who brought down the endless night and the man idly shuffling cards with scarred hands couldn't have been more different in demeanor at this point. Ardyn sighed heavily, deck of cards shuffled from one hand to the other with remarkable dexterity before being set aside as he slouched in his chair. This, in a word, sucked. The others were going to kill him for disappearing, once he got back. If there wasn't some odd inter-universe discrepancy going on, they'd be worried sick.]
[Kind of as worried as Ardyn himself was consciously trying not to be. What a disaster this was.]
[b; team three]
[Sure, he was more combat-focused. And sure, he'd be better served throwing swords around underwater. But honestly, when it came to the situation at hand, it was the injured that concerned him far more.]
Here- [He handed an islander a small green bottle--perhaps glowing very faintly--and closed their hand around it tightly. It shattered and dissolved into faint verdant particles of light, the resident's wounds beginning to close up. While she offered him clear heartfelt thanks, Ardyn simply answered with an uneasy laugh and straightened back up, seeming to check his pockets for something.]
Damn, was that my last one...? [Muttering that, he turned to the nearest person:] Pardon me, would you happen to have a bottle of water you're willing to part with? Any drink would work, really.
[c; wildcard]
[idk i'm just goofing around. crau from theairlock]
Ardyn | FFXV + airlocked CRAU
[The clearly bored man with violet hair might have been unfamiliar to most (except, of course, Nari) on first glance...though his clothes and appearance had changed radically, the particular shade and state of 'artfully disheveled' was a telltale signature of a certain healer-turned-monster from a distant star ruled by a tyrannical dragon deity.]
[However, the one who brought down the endless night and the man idly shuffling cards with scarred hands couldn't have been more different in demeanor at this point. Ardyn sighed heavily, deck of cards shuffled from one hand to the other with remarkable dexterity before being set aside as he slouched in his chair. This, in a word, sucked. The others were going to kill him for disappearing, once he got back. If there wasn't some odd inter-universe discrepancy going on, they'd be worried sick.]
[Kind of as worried as Ardyn himself was consciously trying not to be. What a disaster this was.]
[b; team three]
[Sure, he was more combat-focused. And sure, he'd be better served throwing swords around underwater. But honestly, when it came to the situation at hand, it was the injured that concerned him far more.]
Here- [He handed an islander a small green bottle--perhaps glowing very faintly--and closed their hand around it tightly. It shattered and dissolved into faint verdant particles of light, the resident's wounds beginning to close up. While she offered him clear heartfelt thanks, Ardyn simply answered with an uneasy laugh and straightened back up, seeming to check his pockets for something.]
Damn, was that my last one...? [Muttering that, he turned to the nearest person:] Pardon me, would you happen to have a bottle of water you're willing to part with? Any drink would work, really.
[c; wildcard]
[idk i'm just goofing around. crau from