Viewing Party 2 - R3: THE RE-CRY-ENING

[misanthropicprinciple]

We got castmates. We got clues. We got crap to bitch about. They get a library? And a LAUNDRY MACHINE?

Welcome, murderfam... TO THE R3 LIVEWATCH.

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[scourgingstars]

I neglected to acknowledge ten years passed in the process. He's less of a child than I may have implied.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He'd still a kid. Even if he looks my outward age. When he's scruffy. Sans scruff, it really takes a couple years off. He'll always be the Chosen Kid, though. He'll just have to get used to being the royal baby.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn glanced to Church out of the corner of his eye as Noctis started talking about his age, taking a drink of his now very much spiked coffee.]

You're all absurdly young to me. My standards are different.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Look. It's all relative, and some of us are probably gonna start lying about our ages anyway.

...How you holding up?

[scourgingstars]

I'm quite fine, for now. [Just not looking at the screen. Normal.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Mmmm booze sure seemed like a real good idea, yep. Yep. Just. Gonna let that sit for a few moments, almost like he's not going to say anything.]

There's no real point in watching him if you're not gonna watch him.

[scourgingstars]

I don't have to be staring at him to be paying attention.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Is it just--is it weird facing him, even if he's not here?

[scourgingstars]

...That's part of it, I suppose.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It takes a while yet, but a little squinting at Noctis, a little squinting at Ardyn, back and forth...]

Trying not to punch out the screen?

[scourgingstars]

...

[boy he should've put a lot more in this coffee he is too sober for this]

It's not that obvious. I think.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No. No, it's just... [He's not gonna say it in front of people. But. This is someone that knows more or less what Izunia looks like.]

I mean, fuck, you didn't punch him out before when you clearly probably could've. It shouldn't be weird now.

[scourgingstars]

I also had two thousand years' insanity between myself and any recollection of that at the time.

[Ardyn shrugged; godsdamned memory loss had gone and complicated everything.]

It's not that important.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You really ought to stop saying that, man.

[scourgingstars]

It's not. There's no reason to let it be more than mildly annoying.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, well, since when do emotions listen to reason?

[scourgingstars]

[A shrug.]

I'm certainly no expert on the matter.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hey. I'm here, if you need.

And booze is here if you need.

No reason you can't need both.

[scourgingstars]

I told you, I'm fine.

[...he said, begrudgingly leaning on Church's shoulder while Luscinia hopped down to perch on his leg instead.]

The bloodline has a terrible sense of humor, producing someone that looks like that two thousand years later.

[motherfucking_ghost]

We can blame it all on fucked up godly-ordained prophecy bullshit.

[scourgingstars]

That would not surprise me in the least.