18 December 2019 @ 02:12 pm
[OPEN] EVENT.010  
SNOW WAY OUT

[Maybe this little trip to Nevei Forest was just what Regis needed to help take the edge off. While the former monarch is still quite uneasy, the lush evergreen backdrop of this lovely forest is more than enough to lift his spirits. It's much better than tolling away in the awful snow back within the city. News of this lush destination came to him in the form of an advertisement he seen on his phone. It didn't take much for Regis to pitch the idea to Noctis and the others, especially Cor.

Most Lucians are quite averse to snow after all.

Nevertheless, Regis decides to rent out a room within one of the more rustic villas in the resort. The architecture here is quite a far cry from his days in Insomnia but the villa is still quite fetching. He settles by the fireplace nursing what seems to be a cup of tea while dressed quite casually in a black shirt, dark slacks, and sleek black leather shoes. For this particular ensemble, Regis chose to wear his newly purchased off-gray waistcoat for that hint of formalness.

Even though he's no longer a king, Regis is still royal. He can't exactly get away with just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, unlike his son.

The lack of room service at this villa is a bit of nuisance but Regis doesn't seem to mind all too much. His gaze drifts as he watches the slow trickle of tourists wandering about within the main hall. Eventually, he grows bored with people watching and starts searching for conversation. Despite his grim expression, Regis is quite sociable.
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Enjoying yourself?

[He questions a random passerby with a pleasant smile.]




Firialia Eve Ball

[The expression upon Regis's face is cross in between absolute rage and devastation. Who would've guessed that Regis would suddenly be transformed into a fairy during the middle of the performance? Certainly not Regis but that's beside the point. The former King of Lucis cannot help but huff indignantly at his current state. Had he not been reduced in stature to that of a fairy, he would've been relatively fine with the thought of sporting a colorful pair of translucent fairy wings and elfin-like ears. However, Regis wasn't so fortunate and is now at the mercy of the giggling guests surrounding him.

He gives them a frigid stare that is colder than Shiva's teet while idly fixing the cuffs of his handsomely elaborate suit. Regardless of his fairy-like form, Regis still looks very much like a king. He's just tiny and adorable right now much to his displeasure. While he does his best not to look bothered, Regis is considering how flustered he looks.
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This is not quite how I thought I would enjoy my evening.

[He grumbles under his breath while wishing he could have a cocktail.]



AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

[A wistful look settles within Regis's gaze as he watches others enjoy themselves at the ice-skating rink. While he's a little too old in his years to enjoy such festivities anymore, Regis certainly possesses some fond memories of his youth. He was never particularly good at ice-skating but Aulea was. His late wife was as graceful as the wind despite her razor-sharp tongue and even sharper wit. He cannot help but think of her as he watches the other patrons on the ice. Regis spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd. No one particularly noteworthy but many of them where guests who joined the ball the other night.

He's back to normal size again, folks! It seems that horrid fairy dust finally is worn but how?

Regis certainly won't say how anyone on the savvy might be able to figure out in two guesses. Still, Regis is quite relieved to be back to normal size today despite his forlorn expression. He's a less decadent in style unlike last night choosing to wear an all-black ensemble with a dark wool coat with a slight militaristic flair. The old king lingers by the ice skating rink lost within his fond memories.
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WILDCARD

{feel free to make your own prompts!}
 
 
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[personal profile] profanation on December 21st, 2019 09:24 pm (UTC)
[ Their eyes met across the crowded room. Leonis looked away quickly, though Ardyn wasn't smug enough to assume it was in fear. He was, however, amused enough to think that it was in search of King and Prince, to warn them at he was here. That made his lips hook in a scythe's edge of a smile, and he sighed, shaking his head. Errant locks of his red-violet hair swayed perilously close to Regis' head as he did so, and brushed the tips of his faintly glowing wings. ]

Honestly, these young men. How do they expect us old fellows to keep up with them?

Do hold on, Regis.

[ Perhaps Emet-Selch was rubbing off on him too much - if one could pardon the crass pun - because Ardyn couldn't resist being theatrical in front of Regis. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly, all movement in the Ballroom stopped, frozen in time.

Looking down at the tiny king on his shoulder, Ardyn winked. ]


But we've got a few tricks up our sleeves, don't we? One lame man to another.

[ And he took off, his heavy, lupine tread almost entirely obscuring the favoured leg in his gait. He wound through still dancers and frozen guests until he and Regis were in front of the Marshall. Ardyn took a few steps back, adjusted his gloves, and then snapped his fingers again.

Time resumed. He beamed at Cor. ]


Ah, Marshall Leonis! Just the man. I have something very important to hand over to you.
[personal profile] immortalmarshal on December 22nd, 2019 06:28 pm (UTC)
[Cor couldn't exactly tell if time stopped or not. He may have access to the Armiger, and may have some small magic when Iris is full, but he couldn't possibly detect the fact that time stopped. It didn't stop the brief moment of dread, that something was wrong, as soon as it seems that Ardyn appeared before him out of the crowd.]

--Ardyn...!

[He spits the name out like a curse, eyes narrowing dangerously. There's heavy suspicion, yes, but Regis will likely tell that there's a warning glint to them as well. For a brief moment, he seriously considered rejecting it - very vocally and very obviously. But they are at a gala, and years under Regis' reign has taught him to only make a fuss if it was utterly necessary.

And as much as he wants to believe it is, the logical voice in his head points out that Ardyn has not caused any true harm, or pose as a real threat. Yet.]

And what exactly could be so important to me? I wasn't even aware you celebrated the local holidays here.

[His eyes scan over the other man, trying to figure out what the former Chancellor is up to...and then he freezes as he sees a tiny figure nestled among the scarves. That face...it couldn't be...!?]
[personal profile] lucere on December 22nd, 2019 07:12 pm (UTC)
[There’s no stopping Regis from rolling his eyes a second time at Ardyn’s comment but he has to kill the smirk that almost formed. He shouldn’t be mentally laughing at any of this. It’s not amusing, not in the slightest, and Ardyn is a dangerous threat still even if he proclaims otherwise. The former chancellor is no kin of his but rather an enemy of the crown. Ardyn killed far too many to be redeemed in his eyes. Regis should hold onto his hatred and gaze at Ardyn with the same level of disgust he has for Iedolas and the man who slew him. He should cling to his hatred and denounce any ties to this sinister bastard but yet, he feels hesitant.

Hatred eats away at a person until there’s nothing left. Regis knows it to be true after watching the same level hatred eat away at his father. This is why he hesitates. He doesn’t want the wickedness to overwhelm him but he’ll never forgive.

He will never forgive Ardyn for his crimes.
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Quit your bellyaching and catch him. [He all but grumbles while briefly brushing away those red violet locks away. They tickle against his wings but Regis does his best to not seem humored.] The faster this ordeal passes, the better.

[Despite his grumbling, Regis does raise a brow at the ‘lame’ comment. He knew that something was off about Ardyn when he first laid eyes on him at the Citadel. While Regis always figured his eyes were playing tricks on him, something told him that Ardyn had a slight limp. It’s not as drastic as his own but still an oddity worth noting. Was it from an injury or hereditary? Regis may never know but he used to stand tall without the aid of a cane.]

Cor! [The little king is positively glowing now like a little firefly.] There’s foul magic afoot here! Most foul and most wondrous but I wish for neither after experiencing this!

[So dramatic...!]
[personal profile] profanation on December 22nd, 2019 07:25 pm (UTC)
[ Ardyn caught himself before he rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath. He'd never say gods above again, but he found it on the tip of his tongue at Regis' dramatics. Was it a genetic disposition, passed to him and Somnus from parents he could barely remember? How awful to consider!

He plastered a jaunty smile on his face, meeting Cor's angry stare even as it slowly faded into one of shock. ]


Ah, noticed, have you? Nothing escapes the eagle eyes of the Marshall!

[ Ardyn reached up and, with a gentleness and care that was entirely too deliberate, lifted Regis from his scarf and held him out to the Marshall. ] A truly terrible spell to be under! But I wouldn't worry. A little Moonlacing goes a long way in Lunatia. He'll likely be right as rain if you do that for a while. [ He didn't know, but it as a safe assumption. Besides, it was funny to think of Cor awkwardly trying to be gentle with his precious King while maintaining that contact. ]

Do make sure he doesn't get up to mischief, now. I can't always be around when a Lucis Caleum makes a mess.

[ That's a joke, because he's the mess a Lucis Caelum had made. Well, one that a Lucis Caelum and the Draconian had made, but that was splitting hairs. Isn't he so funny, Regis? ]
[personal profile] immortalmarshal on January 5th, 2020 07:40 am (UTC)
I legit forgot that this wasn't on the comm; no wonder I lost it for too long
[That Regis is glowing with magic is no surprise. It's only midly surprising as well that his old friend and (former?) King looks like the ruler of a Fae Court. There's been strange magics on this world, after all. No, what surprises Cor the most is how small Regis is...and on the fact that it's that damn mauve bastard handing him over to the Marshal.

Cor is quick to scoop Regis up into his hands, and to hold him close to his own shoulder. And yet, there's a gentleness with such fast movements, almost as if he is handling a glass figurine. For a man (in)famous for being rough and blunt, he can apparently be gentle when most needed.]

What he does and doesn't do is none of your damn business now, Chancellor. Just stay out of way...for the rest of the night, at least.

[See? No drawn blades nor death threats being uttered. He can be 'polite'...even if he's still shooting Ardyn a glare that could melt steel.
[personal profile] lucere on January 6th, 2020 07:37 pm (UTC)
It's okay!
[While the Caelum royal family are known for their association with the throne, they're also known to be quite dramatic. That is just something that's been passed down from generation to generation and it certainly didn't skip a beat with Regis. The king scrambles quickly into Cor's hands, more than satisfied that he's no longer hitching a ride with the mauve one. He spares Ardyn a parting glance in a look of gratitude but after enduring such humiliation, Regis simply wants this bloody night over with. Still, he's grateful to be alive and not squished under that bastard's heel.]

You possess more of a penchant for mischief than I do, Izunia.

[He's not to become first name bases with this man but at the same time, he doesn't want to refer to him as a Caelum. Just the thought of Ardyn being kin to him is enough to make him quite anxious. While the truth is known to him now, Regis doesn't wish to unveil such truths to Cor. At least not now among so many others. There's plenty of eyes upon them already and twice as many ears listening.]

I offer you my gratitude for finding the Marshall but unfortunately, I must bid thee farewell.

[He clings to Cor's finger to keep himself upright. Standing within someone's hand is quite difficult because of all the grooves. It's so uneven but he manages to do just that. ]
[personal profile] profanation on January 9th, 2020 12:36 pm (UTC)
[ Ardyn smirked as Cor managed to snatch up Regis without touching his hand. It was a far more callous snub than his angry words, and both were delightfully funny. Was he meant to be intimidated? Oh, he would have so dearly loved to have been able to feel intimidated by this man. A fiercely loyal blademaster who could easily open up his throat would be so delightful to goad, if he could get any result from it.

No matter.

Ardyn gave a low, flourishing bow. It was far from respectful, and not least because he didn't lower his head nor drop his gaze from Regis. ]


Ah, but only because I've had longer to practice mine, your Majesty! I would curse your ill fortune, but I think we both know you don't believe that it is. I shall see you around, I suppose.

[ He straightened up. His gaze flicked to Cor. ]

Whether or not you see me is a different matter, of course!

[ And, giving a jaunty wave, he turned on his heel to lose himself in the crowd. ]
[personal profile] immortalmarshal on January 13th, 2020 01:23 pm (UTC)
[Cor does not cease his glaring at Ardyn until the other man truly disappears into the crowd. And yet, a part of him really, deeply wishes to not let that mauve bastard go off to do whatever mischief the Marshal suspects him to be up to. Especially if Noctis is nearby...!

But for now, he tries and gets Regis to settle onto his shoulder, slowly walking towards any nearby doorways or balconies. Anywhere that might afford them a few moments of privacy, even though Cor is keeping his voice low anyway.]

Are you alright? He didn't do anything untowards you, did he?