I have two or three right now at the house, but you're not allowed to feed them vegetables. Or any of the ones you find in the street. I don't know if they can eat them anyway.
[There’s the sound of a sword thunking into the ground in front of the house not a few minutes later, before Noctis knocks on the door. He looks tired, but it’s about the same level of tired as he usually looks.
There’s a black ring on his ring finger, with a small chunk of crystal set into it. It looks a bit like a signet ring.]
…where are the cat-cake things? I brought some berries Fluvius doesn’t care for.
[to Neptune:] Stop being mean, they’re technically your older siblings.
[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
When was the last time I was formal with you? Never? Besides, if we did oaths you'd try to make me swear not to find ways to get you to eat a vegetable.
You got me. Here, hold out your hand. [And once he’s done that, Noctis will place a hand over his, close his eyes, and just breathe out as the ring glows a soft blue. Caleb will feel a warmth over his shoulders, like a blanket draped over him after a long day, before it dissipates.
Noctis opens his eyes, and pulls his hand away. Minute spiderweb cracks have appeared on his skin around the ring, but they vanish quickly enough.]
There you go. [Now he’s gonna take off the ring and stick it in his pocket. Nope, not gonna put on the creepy ring full of whispering ghosts longer than he’s got to. He’s played D&D too long not to recognize a bad idea when he sees one.]
[He takes the pen and just chucks it across the room, thinking really hard about catching it. There's a "blip" and then Caleb is in the living room, holding the pen and staring at it in awe.]
As far as you can throw whatever you’re using as a focus. I use either fishing lures or my sword most often.
[Oh, right.]
Speaking of—you’ve got access to the Armiger now on top of that. Ignis would probably tell you not to use the power of kings as a dumpster, but he’s no better than me, sticking a whole set of kitchen knives in there. [He pauses, then says:] Just…don’t touch the Royal Arms. They’re powerful, but using them hurts me, and I—don’t want to risk them hurting you.
Sometimes I think your past life sounds a lot cooler than mine. I remember doing a lot of errands across Lucis, in between all the daemon hunts and the occasional scrap with MTs.
Space train’s cooler than anything I can think of because it’s in space. It’s a secret trick for developers, something set in space is almost guaranteed to be a hit.
Those too. We've got more than one secret trick up our sleeves.
But to be fair to me, space train might be cooler, but being a magic king's nothing to sniff at either. [If he doesn't look at all the pain and loss and anger and grief of his time as a king-in-exile, anyway.]
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wait how many of them are there and do they eat vegetables?
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[It’s a lucky thing this is over text bc then it’s not accompanied by a pout.]
but if they’re rooting through trash they can probably handle a carrot.
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Anyway lemme know when you get here!
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There’s a black ring on his ring finger, with a small chunk of crystal set into it. It looks a bit like a signet ring.]
…where are the cat-cake things? I brought some berries Fluvius doesn’t care for.
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[Said Dewott is currently sulking on the sofa. The Delcatty is no where to be seen.]
Just set them on the counter for now. Is that the ring?
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[And he’ll just move right on in and put a plastic bag full of berries on the counter as directed. As he does so, he nods.]
Yeah, the infamously extremely picky ring. Don’t wear it—it’ll hurt you even if it likes you. [Why the fuck did so many things his past life owned do psychic damage, Christ. He pulls out two kitchen chairs.]
Come on, sit down. It’ll take a few seconds, unless you wanna be all formal about it and swear a bunch of oaths.
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[Hmph!
Caleb ignores his sulky otter and takes a seat.]
When was the last time I was formal with you? Never? Besides, if we did oaths you'd try to make me swear not to find ways to get you to eat a vegetable.
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You got me. Here, hold out your hand. [And once he’s done that, Noctis will place a hand over his, close his eyes, and just breathe out as the ring glows a soft blue. Caleb will feel a warmth over his shoulders, like a blanket draped over him after a long day, before it dissipates.
Noctis opens his eyes, and pulls his hand away. Minute spiderweb cracks have appeared on his skin around the ring, but they vanish quickly enough.]
There you go. [Now he’s gonna take off the ring and stick it in his pocket. Nope, not gonna put on the creepy ring full of whispering ghosts longer than he’s got to. He’s played D&D too long not to recognize a bad idea when he sees one.]
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I don't feel any different.
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Try warping with this. Throw it into the living room and focus on catching it before it hits the ground.
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[He takes the pen and just chucks it across the room, thinking really hard about catching it. There's a "blip" and then Caleb is in the living room, holding the pen and staring at it in awe.]
Holy shit!
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[Pumping his fist into the air like hell yeah.]
Pretty cool, yeah? Plus you can do DoorDash deliveries a lot faster this way.
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[Just gonna warp back to Noct, yep.]
But this is going to make other errands way easier! And Mei won't be able to escape me by getting on the roof again.
[Mei being the Delcatty. Because he remembered Ruan Mei and her Creations.]
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[Mostly he just uses it to speedrun his grocery runs, though, because hey, why not.]
You named the cat after the cat-cake scientist? [Pause.] That’s actually fitting.
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[So. Mei!]
What's the range on it? The warp, I mean.
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[Or cat-adjacent creatures, anyway.]
As far as you can throw whatever you’re using as a focus. I use either fishing lures or my sword most often.
[Oh, right.]
Speaking of—you’ve got access to the Armiger now on top of that. Ignis would probably tell you not to use the power of kings as a dumpster, but he’s no better than me, sticking a whole set of kitchen knives in there. [He pauses, then says:] Just…don’t touch the Royal Arms. They’re powerful, but using them hurts me, and I—don’t want to risk them hurting you.
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Don't worry, I'll try to reach for my own pocket. I don't want to use those things if they hurt you that bad.
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[A beat, as he registers what just happened.]
Okay, that's pretty cool. Why's that bat look so fancy, though?
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But to be fair to me, space train might be cooler, but being a magic king's nothing to sniff at either. [If he doesn't look at all the pain and loss and anger and grief of his time as a king-in-exile, anyway.]
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