Prompt Post Round Five

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FILL 4/?: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic

[(Anonymous)]

- CLEIGNE? -

On their way out to the hunting grounds, Noct got stuck in a riverbank.

Ignis's chocobo ran straight through a river, leaving him dripping for a good half-mile afterwards. Gladio fell off his and was briefly left behind when none of them noticed until three fields later. Prompto fell off a cliff. There was a moment of upset on everybody's part, but it turned out his chocobo had managed to flutter down fine; it still took him an extra hour to get back up to the path, and Prompto would have twigs in his hair for the rest of the day.

Even the fucking chocobos seemed to be having a bad time of it, Noct reflected. Maybe he should've rented from a different post. If his head hadn't been pounding so badly, he might've circled back for replacements. As it was, getting there was already taking long enough.

Possibly too long. Longer than expected. Maybe exponentially so.

"Have we arrived?" Ignis prodded after Noct pulled up for the third time in ten minutes to try to get his bearings. Ignis asking are we there yet? was never a good sign. Noct frowned at the map.

"Should be," he said. He looked around. There was nothing in sight except a very wide cliff face and a copse of trees. He looked back down, offended.

"Buddy, I think it's upside-down," Prompto pointed out, peering around his elbow at the paper.

"It's not, I'm navigating," Noct snapped, wrenching it away. "You turn maps to navigate."

"Which marker are you heading for?" Gladio said, sounding weary.

"Which..." Noct looked closer. "Why the fuck are there two markers?"

"Here, this one's the one with the hunt, right? See the symbol?"

"Mother of -- what's the other one for?"

"Shall we turn around?" Ignis said. There was a thump and a stream of cursing as Gladio fell off his chocobo again.

Noct gritted his teeth.


- CLEIGNE. -

"Fuck!"

"Get down! Get -- "

"Two! Why are there two? I thought you said -- "

"The tipster said it was one!"

"26 K for one monster? Why did you even take this?"

"Was it 'grootslang'? Plural? As in, two or more?"

"He said he -- he didn't know what it was," Noct said, flushing.

"I'm with Prom," Gladio said, looking slightly green. "Shouldn't've taken it."

"Thanks for the input, Gladio, maybe if you hadn't been making out with a styrofoam cup -- "

Prompto took a step and swiveled his head around. "Guys, where'd the chocobos go?"


- KELBASS GRASSLANDS. -

So, other than the fact that Prompto moaning oh Noct, oh Prince Noctis, please give me some of your healing juice! on repeat was, to date, the phone alarm audio most likely to successfully wake him up in the morning, here was the thing Noct had figured out about healing.

As his Dad had been fond of explaining in their few lessons together, the Line of Lucis carried magic in its blood, but that magic manifested differently for each individual. It was something to be discovered, not trained into. Each King would wield it differently, and that was true of both offensive and defensive magic, of magic used to attack and magic used to heal; previous Kings and their advisors had developed certain best practices in the arts of healing, but their successors would adapt and adjust those techniques to suit their own strengths. Regis and Noctis would continue in this tradition.

Making Phoenix Downs knocked Noct out for about a day. He'd determined on this trip that he could do a few at a time, maybe even four or five when he got going, but it took him a while to find his focus; it didn't matter whether it was one or a half-dozen, he'd need a nap afterwards and would be completely unresponsive for the rest of the day. As such, they'd set aside some time every so often to restock -- just a day or two spent camped on a haven over energy deposits, Noct concentrating in a corner with a few six-packs of energy drinks cracked open at his feet.

Potions generally provided a quick boost that could get you over a mid-calamity injury for long enough to get to safety. They wouldn't heal whatever was wrong with you, but they'd keep you on your feet, which was usually good enough for the time being. Elixirs could actually fix shit up if employed within a reasonable amount of time, and as such they took a bit more finesse and effort to slap together. These were Noct's standard mixes, and they were usually sufficient for getting everybody through a fight.

The problem was -- as they'd learned after a fun encounter with a hvitomr and some very large bees -- that when you were down for the count with something that was fucking you up from the inside, there really wasn't much point in chugging any of the good stuff. You'd feel better for maybe a half minute before it started to get to you again. Poisons, toxins, whatever: you really just had to wait them out, or take a break, drive into town and find some proper medical attention.

Ha! Proper medical attention.

Anyway, Noct thought as he stared down the grootslangs -- grootslang, whatever -- and cracked his neck, it was a good thing he'd had those Spirit ZX on him to pop on the way down. He was pretty sure a potion wasn't going to do shit for his stomach right now, so hopefully this wouldn't take too long.

"Right," he declared. "Let's get this over with."