[no one gets (air)left behind]

[founderinglight]

[The police have taken your Mastermind, and the spaceport is yours, it seems, for the time being, without any further interruptions.

Except...

Why is there another ship parked at the door? (The door, it should be noted, furthest from the police cruiser.)

There's one more person who intends to put on an appearance today, it seems.

-> Investigate?]

[[Welcome to the Airleft Bonus Continuity CMO and catchall post! For those who aren't familiar, the TLDR of Airleft is "Airlocked, but a bit to the left." The short version is that this one time, at Space Mall, Church and Ardyn ran into someone very familiar... Running basically the shittier version of Armigod. Wanna meet space dad's actual bro? Now's your chance.]]

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AND FINALLY AN OTA TOPLEVEL

[founderinglight]

[So, like, who the fuck is that, just kind of casually roaming the spaceport?

Just kidding. Whether you were in Round 5 or chilling in deadland for who knows how many months, you probably all know exactly who he is. There's only one person who can look that much like Ardyn without a hardlight, after all, and the detail-oriented may even recognize the blue scarf around his neck, ends hanging loose down his chest, as being a match for the orange one.

Though he's done something extremely questionable with his hair since you last saw him, those of you who have seen him before at a certain shitty sword store in the real spacemall. He's far too old to have an undercut with a stylized sunset shaved into the back of it. Those who are less familiar would probably also note the tattoo of a crow in flight visible on the side of his neck.

In particular, he might approach anyone from Rounds 2 or 5 just long enough to offer them a Free Punch Coupon (redeemable for one free shot and non-transferrable). Other than that, he mostly leaves people alone, letting them come to him in the Bar and Grill, the aquarium, and the memorial concourses, now empty. If it hasn't been thoroughly looted yet, you can also catch him sitting thoughtfully in the tattoo parlor, hand over the crow flying on the side of his neck.

There's a few people he is taking the time to seek out, though. You know who you are.]

[nightcure]

[ For a good moment, Noctis doesn't think anything of the guy chilling out at the memorial concourses. He's here, too, to grab some more stuff to put in the Armiger, so-- ]

Oh. Hey, Ardyn. Guess you beat me here.

[founderinglight]

Wrong twin.

[Without skipping a beat - ]

Hello, Noctis. It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh.