lazybox | Lazy Man's CMO 2018

[Somewhere in the Station, there is the sound of something human-sized hitting the floor, because fuck it, dimensions are in flux.]

[Investigating would yield results in the form of a very familiar violet-haired man in the simple clothes of a prisoner, worn ragged and stained black; lying apparently unconscious, the only sign of motion came from the faint wisps of black miasma trailing from a number of cuts and scrapes that seemed to very slowly be stitching themselves back together.]

((hey, does Izunia run like, a small private clinic?))

[so which one of us is losing our memories, hmmm]

[He hadn't voted after all.

Izunia Lucis Caelum had gone into the courtroom with the fire of vengeance in his heart, Lyse, Lyse -

But all of that fire is gone now. He can't burn his children. Lucis does tombs, not funeral pyres.

He hadn't even been able to vote. And now he's here, seated up on top of the closed piano in the music room. There's a bottle in his hand, but he hasn't even opened it yet.

Lyse had taught him her nation's anthem, here, weeks ago when he remembered Insomnia falling apart around him.

He'd told Mukuro, here, of his decision. His choice.

He'd thought she understood. But in the end, he hadn't been able to reach her, not in the depths of the black where her other half chained her down in merely mortal ways.

Champion Despair.]

...Beneath yon burning star there lies
A haven for the bold...

[There was a relatively new arrival in the Station, finding his way around flanked by two canines--one white and the other pale green. He didn't seem to be having too difficult a time of it, though his steps were cautious and slightly behind his two companions.]

[Even if Izunia wouldn't have known him on sight, the Kingsglaive uniform wasn't exactly one easily ignored despite missing the long coat.]

[All in all, the greeting new arrivals face this month is a quiet one, one that reflects the quietness of the previous month, perhaps. There are no real hazards, no falling islands, no strange creatures running rampant. Indeed, were it not for the unexpected departures and the equally unexpected return of certain memories to certain people, the month would have been worryingly calm. The calm before a storm.

As Ignis walks along the beach, he's not looking for any of the newcomers. Indeed, he is instead using the quiet and the rhythmic sound of the lapping waves to help him sort out his feelings in regards to those who were lost and those things that were remembered. At his side, Leo acts as his eyes for the things his walking stick may not find. The tigerlily is not so skilled at the job as his firebird had been, but Gladio trained him well and Ignis has every faith Leo will catch on quickly enough to the new job that is required of him. It's the fact Leo is still learning that keeps Ignis from being upset when the tigerlily very deliberately steps in front of him causing him to have to stop suddenly and press a hand to the animal's back to keep himself from stumbling.

Leo rumbles deep in his throat, a sound that is both curious and warning. Ignis hasn't heard anyone approaching, but that doesn't mean someone isn't there. The tigerlily wouldn't have reacted as he did if there wasn't.]

Hello? Who's there?

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heheh doctor fetch

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we love phancast round here

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