broplaints | meridio (catch all)

[This was stupid.

Almost the stupidest thing he had ever done. Shockingly, somehow, there were still things that ranked higher.

Summoning some old wall version of his father so he could have the possibility of speaking to him for five minutes was pretty far up there though. How some giant statue was going to help this entire mess in any way was completely beyond him. But this ring had to be good for something besides slowly sucking the life out of things. Including himself.

Of course there had been a few failed attempts. He still wasn't sure how, exactly, he'd gotten half of the people he had. Sure, it was pretty interesting to see them all standing before him. At least none of them had asked for their weapons back yet. But he was pretty sure that was coming. As soon as all of them convened and realized how dumb their descendant was.

This was one way to get kicked out of the line of Lucis.

One last try and then he was going to call it a day. All he had to do was not summon the rogue again by accident - because he was pretty sure she was getting ready to just lop the ring off his finger and be done with it - and everything would be fine.

Of course he didn't actually mean to summon the founder king either. He got it though. Founder did kind of sound like father. If your ears were really plugged up.

Which was how he was groaning in frustration and trying to figure out what he was doing wrong and very definitely not paying any kind of attention. This is thing really needed to come with instructions.]

[With how many of them have been summoned by now, it was only a matter of time before the Founder King himself was beckoned forth from the ring. His feelings on the entire ordeal notwithstanding, Somnus answers the call—only to go ignored once he's towering over his descendant.

A moment passes like this. The son of the young king is even younger and therefore foolish. For the time being, Somnus refrains from holding this against him.]

Chosen King.

[His voice is clear, impassive.]

Put this endeavor to rest. The ring was not bestowed onto our line to serve our whims.

[Great. That was just great.

Now the Founder King was talking to him. Chastising him, more accurately. But it got his attention. Had him twisting around and looking up. And up. And up some more. Why did all of his ancestors have to come in their giant stone form? Couldn't a single one of them take pity and shrink down to a normal size before he ended up with a kink in his neck?

Obviously not.]

Founder King.

[At least he's polite. For exactly five seconds.]

I will. As soon as I figure out how to summon my dad so he can tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do.

[Noctis clings to his paternal figure like a lost child. Somnus, too, knows the grief of losing one's parents; however, this is conduct ill-befitting the Chosen King. Somnus must rectify this before it bears long-lasting consequences.]

The young king has done his part. You must decide your next path for yourself.

[And pay for his lazy insolence by continuing to crane his neck.]

[He must have missed that memo in the 'Conduct Befitting The Chosen King' handbook.

Oh wait, that's right, he never got that.

But that answer makes him groan in frustration, throwing his head back with such force that the growing soreness there makes its self suddenly and painfully apparent.]

Just let me see him. Please. Five minutes. That's all I need.

[No one ever got a handbook. Even if somebody did, Bahamut's handwriting would probably be illegible.

Somnus will not be swayed. He stands by what he said earlier.]

I would take your questions in his place. You have five minutes.

[All short hand and rambling that no one understands.

There's a part of Noctis that wants to rebel. Wants to argue that he doesn't want Somnus' advice. That what he wants is to see his father and he deserves that much, doesn't he? Five minutes with his father. He's earned that. Will continue to earn it.

But if this is all he's ever going to get then might as well take advantage of it.]

Will you tell me what I'm supposed to do? How I can save my friends? Because right now I can't even keep them safe. How am I supposed to save the entire world when I can't even do that.

[Thanks for nothing, Bahamut!

There's no room for sentimentality among kings. The sooner Noctis understands this, the better off he will be. Regis will not be gracing this audience today—not until it's time to strike his beloved son down.]

Within you rests the power of kings. You know what it is that you must do. Why do you hesitate?

[Walk tall had been the young king's last words to his scion. Somnus sees neither confidence nor pride in the boy before him, only self-defeat.]

[You had exactly one job.

Unfortunately for whatever is left of Somnus' patience, that's likely never going to happen. Noctis would absolutely love to say something meaningful, like it's spite against his enemies that's kept him going all this time. But honestly it's something silly and sentimental like his friends are his power and he gets the distinct feeling that would just have his giant ancestor rolling his eyes.]

Because I don't want to leave them.

[Those words sound desperate, like a plea to some god that he knows won't be answered. He doesn't want to leave them alone. To suffer on in darkness without him. There has to be another way.]

[By itself, the answer is deeply juvenile; however, Somnus understands. For all the power necessary to turn everything around at this fingertips, Noctis has not the heart without his companions to wield it. Regrettably, their collective fate was decided some two millennia ago. Thus, Somnus offers neither comfort nor recourse.]

Save the world, and spare them with it. Go forth and fulfill your calling; that is my advice to you.

[Save the world. It sounded so incredibly easy in theory. Just three little words. It should be so simple. So quick. It was just this one life, in the end. One sacrifice and everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be. Maybe he should just listen and get on with it. Take the advice of someone so much wiser than him and stop procrastinating.

But since when had Noctis ever done that?]

Yeah, and your advice sucks. Two thousand years and that's all you've got? You're the mystic. The founder king. And you're just gonna go along with what someone else wants?

[No one ever likes his advice.

For Somnus, it has been anything but quick. Two thousand years and over a hundred generations to sire the Chosen King, whose undoing the world demands be done by his ancestors, and they can do naught but obey. This is indeed all Somnus has got. Though the choice was never in their hands, moving forward has ever been an uphill battle on feet leaden with regret.

Noctis doesn't need to know that.]

It was by the gods' will that I became the Mystic and the Founder King. Our line was granted this power to protect the world. Do you resent this calling?

[Well, maybe the problem is you, Somnus. Maybe you just really suck at giving advice.]

Yes.

[It's amazing how little time he needs to stop and think about his answer. A split second, perhaps. Less, if he could have gotten his brain to process it any quicker.]

Would the world have even needed protecting if we hadn't been granted this power?

[Maybe everyone's just too sentimental to take his realistic advice. It ain't his fault.

But he expected this. There was a time when Somnus resented his part in the gods' design, himself. Yet, without recourse, he could only obey.]

The Scourge is not of the gods' making. Without their blessing, an ill fate awaits our Star.

[The first step is admitting that everyone else has a problem.]

Then who's fault is it? Or do you seriously expect me to believe you just woke up one day to find the entire world going to shit.

[Because even he wasn't that dense.]

[He's quiet, if only because he doesn't know. How did the Scourge come about? No mortal, however long-lived, can say.]

By the time I founded the Kingdom of Lucis, the Sourge had taken the lives of millions. I know not whence it originates.

That's just great.

[A plague was slowly destroying their world. Covering it in darkness. And no one even knew where it came from.]

Thanks for the advice. Definitely helped me chose between 'do what some god wants' and 'deny your fate because it's stupid.'

[The True King, it turns out, does not yet grasp his role.]

You would cast aside the price paid by those before you for your own satisfaction.

[Unfortunately not. Hasn't had the benefit of that ten year beauty nap and the noble prize worthy pep talk from Bahamut quite yet.]

What would you have me do? Just give up and not even try? Is that what you would do?

[Why is Bahamut so slow?

But he sees. Continuing down this path will take them nowhere, not when considering the True King's current state of mind (and heart). Somnus is quiet as he gazes down upon Noctis, his expression hidden by the helmet bestowed unto him after death.]

I once thought myself above the gods' design, only to learn in the aftermath that my future had already been ordained. That day I relinquished my hubris to serve not myself, but the world.

Your fate has been decided; however, it is by your will that your calling shall be done. Submit yourself to yours and press onward.

meridio (catch all)

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