[ It had been just over two days after the whole ordeal with Leviathan that Noctis had finally regained consciousness; a shaken Prompto had delivered the news of what had befallen Lunafreya and Ignis and had given him the lowdown of the state of Altissia and things in general. Noctis had barely heard him, and if his wobbly legs had supported him for more than two steps, he probably would have insisted on leaving to pursue Ardyn right then and there. Well... truth be told he did insist and was scoffed at by Gladio and told to sit his ass back down because he'd be no good to anyone, least of all Ignis, if he couldn't even walk - and, sulking, Noctis had done as instructed. Thus, for better or worse, Noctis was obliged to rest as best he could while Prompto and Gladio divided their time between assisting the Altissians and making travel arrangements.
Unfortunately, Accordo could be of little help for a while yet in lending a boat that could make the journey through choppy seas to the Niflheim shores, and the boat they'd taken here had gone missing (probably destroyed in Leviathan's rampage...) -- but this still left the option of flight open. The Niflheim army had suffered great losses but not all was destroyed, and rumor had it that Ravus had reappeared to attempt to take control. And there, it seemed, was a possible solution... Besides, as Noctis pointed out, Ravus had something that belonged to him anyway...
So here they are. Or rather, here Noctis and Ravus are, meeting face to face again at last (and with both of them conscious this time!). Noctis does his best not to show any weakness - Ravus doesn't need to know how exhausted he still feels, though hints of it linger in the shadows under his eyes and the way he finds to discretely lean on things when he thinks no one is looking - but when he looks at Ravus, he thinks of Luna, and it's only by the sting of fingernails digging into the palms of his hands and the though that they don't have time to waste that he keeps himself together.
He hates that he has to be here, has to ask this of Ravus of all people, but... beggars can't be choosers, and the thought of Ignis in that son-of-a-bitch's slimy grasp hardens his resolve. ]
i hope this works dajklfs
[ It had been just over two days after the whole ordeal with Leviathan that Noctis had finally regained consciousness; a shaken Prompto had delivered the news of what had befallen Lunafreya and Ignis and had given him the lowdown of the state of Altissia and things in general. Noctis had barely heard him, and if his wobbly legs had supported him for more than two steps, he probably would have insisted on leaving to pursue Ardyn right then and there. Well... truth be told he did insist and was scoffed at by Gladio and told to sit his ass back down because he'd be no good to anyone, least of all Ignis, if he couldn't even walk - and, sulking, Noctis had done as instructed. Thus, for better or worse, Noctis was obliged to rest as best he could while Prompto and Gladio divided their time between assisting the Altissians and making travel arrangements.
Unfortunately, Accordo could be of little help for a while yet in lending a boat that could make the journey through choppy seas to the Niflheim shores, and the boat they'd taken here had gone missing (probably destroyed in Leviathan's rampage...) -- but this still left the option of flight open. The Niflheim army had suffered great losses but not all was destroyed, and rumor had it that Ravus had reappeared to attempt to take control. And there, it seemed, was a possible solution... Besides, as Noctis pointed out, Ravus had something that belonged to him anyway...
So here they are. Or rather, here Noctis and Ravus are, meeting face to face again at last (and with both of them conscious this time!). Noctis does his best not to show any weakness - Ravus doesn't need to know how exhausted he still feels, though hints of it linger in the shadows under his eyes and the way he finds to discretely lean on things when he thinks no one is looking - but when he looks at Ravus, he thinks of Luna, and it's only by the sting of fingernails digging into the palms of his hands and the though that they don't have time to waste that he keeps himself together.
He hates that he has to be here, has to ask this of Ravus of all people, but... beggars can't be choosers, and the thought of Ignis in that son-of-a-bitch's slimy grasp hardens his resolve. ]
Ravus... I need your help.