Ignis Scientia

Well. There certainly was one way for Ignis to know, immediately, that things were back to normal, and that was waking up to that deep, unfathomable, familiar darkness once again. Other details came in soon after: the sound of Shane's steady breathing as he slept, the presence of his body, considerably larger than it had been after it had succumbed to a massive sugar crash the day before. Despite that distinct ache that accompanied his current lack of sight, he smiled faintly. Thank goodness for that healing factor, but something told him there might still be some regrets that morning.

He knew of at least one thing that might help, and it was one thing that Ignis himself was feeling like he needed pretty badly right now, anyway, and he decided to loo on the bright side (so to speak) of the whole situation, and be grateful for the fact that, even as a young child, he had been meticulously observant. Having more recent memories of just how everything looked made it exceptionally easier to find his way around the apartment when he got himself out of bed, and he could remember the precise location of where everything he'd need to make coffee was.

He had to compensate a little bit for the height difference, but it wasn't long at all before he had a fresh pot ready to go, poured himself a cup, and then just took his time in enjoying it while reflecting on the weekend. And, most importantly, matching those almost painfully vivid memories of what he had seen to the mental maps he'd spent the last few weeks building in his head these last few weeks.

His younger self may have found his unsuccessful search around the island for Noctis to be frustrating and worrisome, but his current self was finding it to be incredibly useful, indeed.

[[ for that guy who lives there~ ]]

Prompto felt so nervous that he was really regretting that nice meal they'd had delivered up to their room at the Leville here in Lestallum, but now that they were here, they were settled, and night was falling over the town, his attention was focused solely on Ignis.

Ignis, who was feeling very grateful not only for at least Gladio's sense of propriety, but the fact that he had been reuniting with his sister after being uncertain if she'd make it out of the city, and he dragged Noctis along with him to catch up with her, so they were afforded at least….some modicum of privacy for the time being.

He looked at Prompto for a moment, those eager, desperate eyes, and sighed. Turned his attention to the communicator on his wrist and turned it on and attempted to send at least one more message out there into the apparent Fandom void.

He pressed the button, not entirely sure how this exactly worked, and spoke into it steadily. "Shane? Are you there?" he asked. "It's Ignis. Do you read me?"


[[ for the man on the other end of the communicator….at first, anyway ]]