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Relax! Your furbaby is fine. [He grumbles once he manages to get comfortable against the cushions. His head is swimming around in circles right about now. Fynn doesn't feel too good at all. If anything, he feels slightly worse now.] Besides, I kinda like the black one more than the others. More personality.
[Please ignore his ramblings, Ardyn. Fynn is completely delirious.]
First things first, are you really certain that these memories are real and not just implanted imagery? [Fynn asks once he gains a moment of clarity.] Let's put some perspective here before we go deep off the guided path. These memories that everyone are suddenly gaining overnight, what's the catalyst?
[Please ignore his ramblings, Ardyn. Fynn is completely delirious.]
First things first, are you really certain that these memories are real and not just implanted imagery? [Fynn asks once he gains a moment of clarity.] Let's put some perspective here before we go deep off the guided path. These memories that everyone are suddenly gaining overnight, what's the catalyst?
[Ardyn raises a brow where he stands, though Fynn can't see it. He's heating up some water now, waiting for it to boil. He already has the tea bag and its mug otherwise prepared and ready to go.]
I can't be certain of anything, if I'm to be completely honest with you. In the context of reality, they lack sense. For instance, those monsters I mentioned? I can tell you that nothing of the sort exists in our world, but-
[He pauses, a moment of consideration.] But I know that they were real. Are real? Difficult to say, and even harder to explain to someone fortunate enough to not experience these memories. They're too vivid. Too... lingering, in the mind.
[But he shrugs. It still wasn't proof of them being real, and Ardyn knows that. All he can do is explain how it felt, and a lawyer like himself knows that falls short of physical proof.]
If you're asking what the catalyst is, I suggest you start with the common factor. Retrospec.
I can't be certain of anything, if I'm to be completely honest with you. In the context of reality, they lack sense. For instance, those monsters I mentioned? I can tell you that nothing of the sort exists in our world, but-
[He pauses, a moment of consideration.] But I know that they were real. Are real? Difficult to say, and even harder to explain to someone fortunate enough to not experience these memories. They're too vivid. Too... lingering, in the mind.
[But he shrugs. It still wasn't proof of them being real, and Ardyn knows that. All he can do is explain how it felt, and a lawyer like himself knows that falls short of physical proof.]
If you're asking what the catalyst is, I suggest you start with the common factor. Retrospec.
Retrospec.
[A scoff escapes Fynn as he closes his eyes briefly. They ache terribly.]
They're dancing circles around law enforcement like a damn ballerina. We can't get the top brass to give us the "Okay" to search their facilities even with all the weirdness happening. We literally have our hands tied behind our backs.
[A deep sigh escapes the younger Izunia as he opens his eyes again.]
But if they're the commonality between us all, we're looking at a wide spread epidemic that is bound to worsen. That's why I'm pretty damn worried. If you just know those memories are real, then how will these memories effect your everyday life?
[A scoff escapes Fynn as he closes his eyes briefly. They ache terribly.]
They're dancing circles around law enforcement like a damn ballerina. We can't get the top brass to give us the "Okay" to search their facilities even with all the weirdness happening. We literally have our hands tied behind our backs.
[A deep sigh escapes the younger Izunia as he opens his eyes again.]
But if they're the commonality between us all, we're looking at a wide spread epidemic that is bound to worsen. That's why I'm pretty damn worried. If you just know those memories are real, then how will these memories effect your everyday life?
Fynn falls silent for a spell as he eyes Togusa and the alleged evidence in question. While that bad boy should be held here as evidence against this bastard company, something about the way Togusa talks about this gun makes him think otherwise. "Hold on to the damn thing for a moment." He replies quickly as he mulls over what his brother told him a few days ago.
"Something weird is going on and we already know it has something to do with Retrospec. Therefore, we might need any evidence pointing us in that direction, especially since the top brass won't budge." An annoyed huff escapes the younger Izunia as he crossed his arms over his chest. Fynn is thinking about something.
"Maybe this...was all a dream or something."
"Something weird is going on and we already know it has something to do with Retrospec. Therefore, we might need any evidence pointing us in that direction, especially since the top brass won't budge." An annoyed huff escapes the younger Izunia as he crossed his arms over his chest. Fynn is thinking about something.
"Maybe this...was all a dream or something."
[Eventually, Ardyn comes out, mug of tea in hand. He moves over to where Fynn is, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and offers it to him. (Frowning a little, too; Fynn just looks worse now than he did moments before.)]
I'm hoping that they won't. Perhaps that's what is most disconcerting about it all.
[A beat, and then.] Are you feeling warm or cold? [If Fynn has the chills, then he bets he has a fever too.]
I'm hoping that they won't. Perhaps that's what is most disconcerting about it all.
[A beat, and then.] Are you feeling warm or cold? [If Fynn has the chills, then he bets he has a fever too.]
I suppose we won't know until the truth shows itself.
[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[No, he doesn't.]
[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[No, he doesn't.]
[And so, once again the conversation concerning memories is put carefully to the side in Ardyn's mind. He chooses to focus on Fynn's health for now, as that appears to be the most pressing matter.
A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.
A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.
Togusa is startled when he looks back up at Fynn. Like he said, the choice seems obvious. He went to somebody else because he actually tried to get rid of it by himself, and it was like he couldn't. He kept making up excuses to keep it around. But not getting rid of it isn't the most comforting thought, either. "If I keep it, without starting any registration paperwork-?" Togusa shakes his head. "That's just asking for trouble."
"It's not quite that the top brass won't budge," Togusa elaborates. "It's that none of us have a good solid basis for a case yet. Illegally downloading onto phones and computers? Sure, but not our purview and hard to prove. The videos that were released onto the app that seem to have been taken by the phones, themselves? Closer to our jurisdiction. Still difficult to prove wrongdoing by the company."
"The building's not a crime, just shady as hell. This?" Togusa lifts the case again. "It feels like I've finally got a foothold. Something undeniably illegal. But. I can't get rid of it."
"It's not quite that the top brass won't budge," Togusa elaborates. "It's that none of us have a good solid basis for a case yet. Illegally downloading onto phones and computers? Sure, but not our purview and hard to prove. The videos that were released onto the app that seem to have been taken by the phones, themselves? Closer to our jurisdiction. Still difficult to prove wrongdoing by the company."
"The building's not a crime, just shady as hell. This?" Togusa lifts the case again. "It feels like I've finally got a foothold. Something undeniably illegal. But. I can't get rid of it."
[When Ardyn tosses the odd compliment Fynn's way, it's sincere. Wry sarcasm and flippant teasing is often the norm, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate his younger brother -- they just have a funny way of showing their brotherly affection. A back-and-forth with varying levels of irritation, interspersed with actual sincerity now and again.
Here comes one of those moments, as Ardyn enters his kitchen to find Fynn preparing something.]
Something smells appetizing. Is there a special occasion that I don’t know about?
Here comes one of those moments, as Ardyn enters his kitchen to find Fynn preparing something.]
Something smells appetizing. Is there a special occasion that I don’t know about?
Yeah, the special occasion is "I'm fucking starving".
[That and the fact he's utterly sick of fast food and coffee. Fynn is having a culinary renaissance right about now. The man's preparing a fancy chicken alfredo dish with fresh vegetables he means to chop up in a bit. His hair is swept back for now and Tied in a surprisingly neat tail. He's been bumming around the house for most of the day doing chores. So today's uniform consists of a t-shirt and sweatpants.]
Want in on this, Ardie? [He smirks when he says that offensive nickname. Fynn knows his brother hates being called that.] Then pass the knife and let the master chef work.
[That and the fact he's utterly sick of fast food and coffee. Fynn is having a culinary renaissance right about now. The man's preparing a fancy chicken alfredo dish with fresh vegetables he means to chop up in a bit. His hair is swept back for now and Tied in a surprisingly neat tail. He's been bumming around the house for most of the day doing chores. So today's uniform consists of a t-shirt and sweatpants.]
Want in on this, Ardie? [He smirks when he says that offensive nickname. Fynn knows his brother hates being called that.] Then pass the knife and let the master chef work.
Call me Ardie again, and you'll regret having me reach for the knife.
[It's said with a sharp smirk, but of course it's only a joke. He crosses over to grab said knife on the other side of the counter, then makes his way back to his brother.]
Always thinking with your stomach, Fynn. I hope you were thoughtful enough to prepare enough for your dear, older brother as well.
[It's said with a sharp smirk, but of course it's only a joke. He crosses over to grab said knife on the other side of the counter, then makes his way back to his brother.]
Always thinking with your stomach, Fynn. I hope you were thoughtful enough to prepare enough for your dear, older brother as well.
Don't make me have to slap the cuffs on you, bro.
[That too is a joke on his part. However, there's some true to it. Fynn often brings his work home with him and he does have a pair of handcuffs sitting around.]
Of course. [Fynn can't help but roll his eyes at his brother.] You think I would cook using your pots and pans, and not invite you? For shame!
[A chuckle escapes him as he starts cutting up the veggies. He hopes Ardyn doesn't mind asparagus with garlic and a hint of olive oil. He likes to mince fresh garlic for this dish, none of that garlic powder nonsense. Despite loving junk food a bit much, Fynn tends to be very snobbish about what ingredients he uses for cooking.]
So, what have you've been up to? Raising hell for your poor students?
[He asks once he starts mincing away.]
[That too is a joke on his part. However, there's some true to it. Fynn often brings his work home with him and he does have a pair of handcuffs sitting around.]
Of course. [Fynn can't help but roll his eyes at his brother.] You think I would cook using your pots and pans, and not invite you? For shame!
[A chuckle escapes him as he starts cutting up the veggies. He hopes Ardyn doesn't mind asparagus with garlic and a hint of olive oil. He likes to mince fresh garlic for this dish, none of that garlic powder nonsense. Despite loving junk food a bit much, Fynn tends to be very snobbish about what ingredients he uses for cooking.]
So, what have you've been up to? Raising hell for your poor students?
[He asks once he starts mincing away.]
[The amusement doesn’t leave him, even as he finds a spot to lean against the counter, but giving Fynn enough space to work at his own pace. Asparagus, garlic, olive oil… he doesn’t mind any of it one bit. Ardyn’s not a terrible cook himself, but if you put a gun to his head, even he’ll admit that Fynn is better. His snobbishness about ingredients shines through in the finished product more often than not.]
That’s a given. If I’m not strict, then they’re simply not motivated to learn the material. We can’t have that.
[A hum of amusement.] Beyond that? The usual. Dealing with the oddities that plague this city, memories and the like. [And yet, sometimes it seems that’s all they talk about these days. He’d rather shrug it off for now, for even the smallest modicum of normalcy.
So, a little sarcastically:]
Finding five pairs of the same sunglasses of yours in the living room alone.
That’s a given. If I’m not strict, then they’re simply not motivated to learn the material. We can’t have that.
[A hum of amusement.] Beyond that? The usual. Dealing with the oddities that plague this city, memories and the like. [And yet, sometimes it seems that’s all they talk about these days. He’d rather shrug it off for now, for even the smallest modicum of normalcy.
So, a little sarcastically:]
Finding five pairs of the same sunglasses of yours in the living room alone.
[One day Fynn just might have to do that to hear those much needed compliments about his cooking. He's well aware he's the 'better' of two brothers but to hear it would mean the world to him. Although, much like Ardyn here, Fynn would never admit that. He's content enough knowing Ardyn likes his cooking well enough to pester him for a free meal.]
Geez, you're a real ball-buster but I bet the class is at least fun. [That's his round about way of showing he's proud that his brother is a professor at Recolle University.] Please tell me you haven't flunked the blond kid yet. What's his name again? Pompeii?
[He says that last bit with a grin. Fynn is well aware of Prompto's name.]
I have to admit, life in Recolle is getting mighty interesting. I'm not sure if I like it, Ardyn. [The cheer in his tone fades briefly only to appear once more once Ardyn mentions his love for aviators.] Hey! I keep losing them and then finding them a week later after someone moved them.
[ACCUSATIONS HAVE BEEN MADE!]
It's not my fault---Ow!
[Uh oh. Houston, we have a problem. There's blood on that knife now, Fynn's blood.]
Geez, you're a real ball-buster but I bet the class is at least fun. [That's his round about way of showing he's proud that his brother is a professor at Recolle University.] Please tell me you haven't flunked the blond kid yet. What's his name again? Pompeii?
[He says that last bit with a grin. Fynn is well aware of Prompto's name.]
I have to admit, life in Recolle is getting mighty interesting. I'm not sure if I like it, Ardyn. [The cheer in his tone fades briefly only to appear once more once Ardyn mentions his love for aviators.] Hey! I keep losing them and then finding them a week later after someone moved them.
[ACCUSATIONS HAVE BEEN MADE!]
It's not my fault---Ow!
[Uh oh. Houston, we have a problem. There's blood on that knife now, Fynn's blood.]
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Pompeii? [Okay, Ardyn actually laughs a little at that.] You mean Prompto? He’s not registered in my classes, he just likes to sit in and listen when he has the free time.
[Pompeii, though. He’s going to have to share that with Prompto sometime soon.
Ardyn opens his mouth to make another snide remark about Fynn’s tendency to solve his problem of lost sunglasses by continually buying more, but he’s cut off by his brother’s exclamation of pain.
He frowns, straightening, and the glistening of scarlet on the knife is not a good sign. Out goes all the motivation to be snarky, and instead he frowns in concern, stepping forward.]
Are you all right?
[Pompeii, though. He’s going to have to share that with Prompto sometime soon.
Ardyn opens his mouth to make another snide remark about Fynn’s tendency to solve his problem of lost sunglasses by continually buying more, but he’s cut off by his brother’s exclamation of pain.
He frowns, straightening, and the glistening of scarlet on the knife is not a good sign. Out goes all the motivation to be snarky, and instead he frowns in concern, stepping forward.]
Are you all right?
[Fynn would've had more to say about poor Pompeii but he may have accidentally cut his damn thumb off just now. No, it's not that drastic but it's a nasty looking gash.]
I'll live.
[He quickly answers as he drops everything to reach for the paper towels. It's not often that Fynn makes a mistake in the kitchen. He's usually quite careful but he was mildly distracted earlier, no fault to Ardyn.]
I sure hope we got a first aid kit somewhere.
[Yeah, this might require more than just a bandaid.]
I'll live.
[He quickly answers as he drops everything to reach for the paper towels. It's not often that Fynn makes a mistake in the kitchen. He's usually quite careful but he was mildly distracted earlier, no fault to Ardyn.]
I sure hope we got a first aid kit somewhere.
[Yeah, this might require more than just a bandaid.]
[Ardyn has something of a protective streak where Fynn is concerned, though it only really shows when his brother is sick or — like now — injured. It returns him back to a time, years ago, when his little brother was always at his side. When tending to him because of colds or fevers or scraped knees was priority, because their parents were more than happy to delegate the responsibility to Ardyn if he’d have it.
And so, Ardyn reaches out to grasp at Fynn’s wrist without really thinking. He wants to see if this requires stitches, because it’s bleeding an awful lot.]
Here, let me see it.
[The gash is wide, and scarlet threatens to bleed over to his own hand from the cut, and Ardyn cannot help but frown. Worry wells up, as it should with any concerned sibling.
(Somewhere, in his mind, he’s reminded of his memory — taking the hands of strangers, healing them of some terrible disease that he couldn’t remember the name of. Much like the way he was grasping at Fynn’s hand, examining the wound. How easy would it be to deal with this, if he could heal now, like in his memories?)
Something about these thoughts spark a warmness in his touch. A faint glow at his fingertips, and for a moment, it feels as natural as breathing. Fynn would feel the pain leave him, his skin beginning to heal—
Until the reality of the sight kicks in, and Ardyn retracts his hand in nothing short of surprise. He feels a sting on his own finger for no visible reason, but that’s not what worries him, because… What the hell just happened?
He just... glances at Fynn with confusion, and for a rare moment, words fail him.]
And so, Ardyn reaches out to grasp at Fynn’s wrist without really thinking. He wants to see if this requires stitches, because it’s bleeding an awful lot.]
Here, let me see it.
[The gash is wide, and scarlet threatens to bleed over to his own hand from the cut, and Ardyn cannot help but frown. Worry wells up, as it should with any concerned sibling.
(Somewhere, in his mind, he’s reminded of his memory — taking the hands of strangers, healing them of some terrible disease that he couldn’t remember the name of. Much like the way he was grasping at Fynn’s hand, examining the wound. How easy would it be to deal with this, if he could heal now, like in his memories?)
Something about these thoughts spark a warmness in his touch. A faint glow at his fingertips, and for a moment, it feels as natural as breathing. Fynn would feel the pain leave him, his skin beginning to heal—
Until the reality of the sight kicks in, and Ardyn retracts his hand in nothing short of surprise. He feels a sting on his own finger for no visible reason, but that’s not what worries him, because… What the hell just happened?
He just... glances at Fynn with confusion, and for a rare moment, words fail him.]
[You know, there's something reassuring about having your 'big brother' around. Fynn been close with Ardyn since he was young. Maybe that's why Fynn immediately took his brother's side when the feud with the folks begun. Their parents are pretentious fops who didn't want Ardyn to live a life they didn't approve of. While he still respects their wishes, Fynn damn sure didn't like that they hurt his brother in such a manner.]
Careful! I don't want to get blood all on you.
[He warns once Ardyn grabs his wrist. Leave it to him to worry more about Ardyn's clothes than himself. Fynn really does have a slight cavalier attitude about his well-being. He always has.]
...Ardyn?
[There's a hint of surprise in his tone once he feels something warm engulf his injured hand. It's hard to describe it but Fynn could feel something warm soothing away the pain. He knows for a fact that Ardyn didn't have any medicine nearby, so what is this odd sensation about? Fynn stands there looking utterly clueless until the faint glow of Ardyn's fingers triggers a distant memory.
He seen something like this before somewhere in a memory he forgotten but it wasn't quite like this. Fynn remembers seeing a tattoo or something glowing with a similar light. It wasn't his but someone else's. Fynn doesn't quite understand what he's witnessing here but he knows for a fact it's not normal.]
You...you healed it?
[The disbelief in his tone is telling. Fynn is in shock.]
Careful! I don't want to get blood all on you.
[He warns once Ardyn grabs his wrist. Leave it to him to worry more about Ardyn's clothes than himself. Fynn really does have a slight cavalier attitude about his well-being. He always has.]
...Ardyn?
[There's a hint of surprise in his tone once he feels something warm engulf his injured hand. It's hard to describe it but Fynn could feel something warm soothing away the pain. He knows for a fact that Ardyn didn't have any medicine nearby, so what is this odd sensation about? Fynn stands there looking utterly clueless until the faint glow of Ardyn's fingers triggers a distant memory.
He seen something like this before somewhere in a memory he forgotten but it wasn't quite like this. Fynn remembers seeing a tattoo or something glowing with a similar light. It wasn't his but someone else's. Fynn doesn't quite understand what he's witnessing here but he knows for a fact it's not normal.]
You...you healed it?
[The disbelief in his tone is telling. Fynn is in shock.]
Fynn. I've got two things for you, when you have a minute.
Actually three things. Because thing one is the newest quick way to make fun of your brother: buy him an RC car.
Actually three things. Because thing one is the newest quick way to make fun of your brother: buy him an RC car.
Excellent.
I don't know whether to call it fortunately or unfortunately that I can't turn that gun in to evidence anymore. Fortunate because at least something changed size with me, since my sidearm didn't. Without it, I probably would have gotten eaten by spiders this past week.
Still feels like Retrospec backed me into it, you know?
I don't know whether to call it fortunately or unfortunately that I can't turn that gun in to evidence anymore. Fortunate because at least something changed size with me, since my sidearm didn't. Without it, I probably would have gotten eaten by spiders this past week.
Still feels like Retrospec backed me into it, you know?
Of course not. [The reply comes unnaturally quick, automatic and without really thinking.] Such a thing isn't possible.
[Except it had happened, plain as day, right before him. A glance at Fynn's hand shows stained blood, but not flowing crimson. It's gone, and his own finger aches as if he was the one the knife had cut into.
A glance at his hand, as if it were some foreign thing now.]
It's impossible. It was a part of one of my memories, but-
[He cuts himself off. But he still didn't think this would happen.]
[Except it had happened, plain as day, right before him. A glance at Fynn's hand shows stained blood, but not flowing crimson. It's gone, and his own finger aches as if he was the one the knife had cut into.
A glance at his hand, as if it were some foreign thing now.]
It's impossible. It was a part of one of my memories, but-
[He cuts himself off. But he still didn't think this would happen.]
Part of your memories?
[Fynn stares at Ardyn curiously before glancing back down at his bloody hand. The wound is completely sealed now and without a single blemish. He peers back at his brother for a moment before reaching for the paper towels again. Wordlessly, Fynn cleans off his hands before suddenly reaching for Ardyn's to do the same.
He can't make sense of this, he can't make sense of any of this. Unlike everyone else jabbering away about their long lost memories as of late, Fynn doesn't have a single memory to recall. Well, that until he suddenly thought of that weird tattoo. Something about the way Ardyn's fingers glowed reminded him of something he seen once before. It seemed so familiar yet so strange at the same time, almost taboo. Fynn can't make sense of the flashback triggered but he knows something is wrong.]
Do you--[He trails off briefly as he tries to express his worry.] Do you think something bad going to happen?
Everyone in the city seems to be losing it.
[Fynn stares at Ardyn curiously before glancing back down at his bloody hand. The wound is completely sealed now and without a single blemish. He peers back at his brother for a moment before reaching for the paper towels again. Wordlessly, Fynn cleans off his hands before suddenly reaching for Ardyn's to do the same.
He can't make sense of this, he can't make sense of any of this. Unlike everyone else jabbering away about their long lost memories as of late, Fynn doesn't have a single memory to recall. Well, that until he suddenly thought of that weird tattoo. Something about the way Ardyn's fingers glowed reminded him of something he seen once before. It seemed so familiar yet so strange at the same time, almost taboo. Fynn can't make sense of the flashback triggered but he knows something is wrong.]
Do you--[He trails off briefly as he tries to express his worry.] Do you think something bad going to happen?
Everyone in the city seems to be losing it.
[Ardyn allows Fynn to wipe at his hands, because the professor is still needing a moment to parse what just happened. At least the pain in his finger is slowly dissipating away, and he can begin to focus on what his little brother is asking him.]
Everyone in this city is at the whim of forces beyond their control.
[It’s said with a frown, with a seriousness that seems to be lacking Ardyn’s usual amount of flippancy.]
But whatever just happened here, nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t allow it.
[A promise that may be difficult to keep in the end. But Ardyn intends to see it through, to at least provide Fynn an outlet to vent if memories ever do make their way to him.]
Even if it means I’m the one who has to bear all the burdens of memories and strange talents.
Everyone in this city is at the whim of forces beyond their control.
[It’s said with a frown, with a seriousness that seems to be lacking Ardyn’s usual amount of flippancy.]
But whatever just happened here, nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t allow it.
[A promise that may be difficult to keep in the end. But Ardyn intends to see it through, to at least provide Fynn an outlet to vent if memories ever do make their way to him.]
Even if it means I’m the one who has to bear all the burdens of memories and strange talents.
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