Prompt Post Round Five
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FILL 6/?: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic
Date: 2017-11-18 04:33 am (UTC)So, that hunt had gone relatively well, Noct thought.
All things considered. The targets were dead, they were alive. All they had to do was get back to the tipster to turn in the evidence, possibly bitch a little at the man for inaccurate information, and collect their paycheque. Job well done. Twenty-six thousand gil. They might even be able to splurge on a proper hotel room! A hot bath! Real blankets! Maybe Noct could lie down and his intestines would stop trying to kick him in the nuts! He felt cheered by the very thought.
As they dragged themselves upright, Prompto suddenly looked up, as if sensing something.
"Hey, guys," Prompto said. "Guys, I think our chocobos are back!"
Noct looked up, relieved. Finally, something was going right. He fished out his whistle and rubbed it against his shirt to get most of the muck out of it. He blew.
A tuft of yellow feathers darted between two bushes. A cheeping noise echoed softly once, then again. Ignis looked up from where he had been resting, bent nearly double, hands on his knees.
Noct paused. That wasn't a chocobo sound.
Prompto took a step forward. The bird peeked out from around the leaves.
"Aw, no," Prompto whispered.
The bird was tiny, round, fluffy and dark-eyed. It nosed timidly out a few steps into the open air, hopped, and hopped again. It looked kind of like a chocobo chick. But what was with the stripe?
"That's not a chocobo," Gladio announced, as if coming to the conclusion after a long and carefully-considered discussion.
"I know," Noct said sourly. The bird cheeped, shied away, then peeked at them again.
"What is it?" Prompto said. "Was it... was it hiding from the grootslangs?"
"Grootslang," Ignis corrected. "You might be right. Now that the threat is gone, it's seen fit to emerge."
Prompto tilted his head. "Is it lost?" It tilted its head at him in turn and let out another mournful cheep.
"Hopefully," Ignis said.
"Dude."
"Iggy's right. I don't see parents. That's good," Gladio said, rubbing his neck and wincing. "Don't want to have to deal with that."
Noct merely frowned and flicked the whistle. He blew it again. Honestly, where were the chocobos? Their rental time wasn't up for at least another two days. His bird had seemed a little irritated with him right from the start, too. Last time he was ever renting from that place.
"But what do we do?" Prompto was crouching, arms wrapped around his knees. The bird was slowly approaching. It probably thought Prompto was another one of its kind, what with the hair and all. "Do we just leave him? What about the daemons?"
"It's a good few hours 'til sundown. Hopefully, it'll have found its family by then."
"And we'll be long away," Gladio said.
"You are all heartless," Prompto said, put out.
Noct looked down at his hands. Something occurred to him.
"I'm using the wrong whistle," Noct said.
Ignis, Gladio and Prompto all turned to stare at him.
They turned back to the bird. Cheep, it said.
"Well," Ignis said. "Honestly, this could have gone much more badly, I suppose."
As they trudged awkwardly back towards the road, the bird hopped alongside Prompto, half-hidden behind his knee as if it could feel the heat of the others' disdain. Noct eyed it with some measure of despair.
"We're going to have to leave it at some point," he pointed out half-heartedly. It shrank back slightly, as if it could understand him, and Noct immediately felt like an asshole.
"Well, it's not my fault it's following us," Prompto returned hotly. "What do you want me to do, gravisphere it?"
Noct winced as the bird let out a sad whistle of distress and burrowed into Prompto's calf. "It's gonna follow us back into town," he said.
"Hey, safer there than here, right?"
"A town full of hunters, need I remind," Ignis said from up ahead without looking back. "It might not find itself amongst friends upon arrival."
"It's gonna get eaten," Noct clarified.
Prompto made a noise of outrage. "How could you say that? Nobody'll eat it," he argued.
"Hm," Ignis said, sounding very personally skeptical.
"Ignis," Prompto admonished. "It is way too cute to eat."
Gladio was rubbing his temples. "It is pretty cute," he grudgingly admitted. Ignis threw him a pissy look, which Gladio resolutely ignored.
Both Prompto and the bird perked up, as if heartened by this admission. "It is, right?" Prompto said brightly. "Who's a cute chocobird? Like a chocobiiiird!" To Noct's dismay, he was beginning to adopt the Prompto Talks To Small Animals Voice. Worse, the bird seemed to be responding, emanating a new, affectionate energy. It hopped happily from one foot to the other, and prodded Prompto's hand with its beak.
Prompto beamed. "Guys! Guys, it's so cute. It's — "
Prompto stood up, raised his rifle, and shot the cliff face three feet to the left of Noct's head.
The roar of the shot rocketed across the plain. Noct, frozen to the spot, didn't turn his head to look at the crater that he could feel smoking in his peripheral vision.
Noct didn't blink. He seemed to have lost track of his eyelids.
Prompto paled. "Sorry," he stammered. "I don't know what I was — "
Prompto raised his rifle and aimed again.
Gladio leapt for Noct, Ignis flung himself at Prompto, and Noct threw himself out of the way.
"What in the fuck," Noct said from the ground, and then turned to watch in horrified fascination as Ignis drew a throwing knife, whipped it at Prompto's arm — a disarming throw, he could tell, no more force than necessary — and missed completely, the blade richocheting off Gladio's broadsword instead.
Gladio summoned his shield. Noct scrambled to his feet.
"What — what's going on," Ignis demanded, sounding unsure and completely bewildered. "Gladio, where's Noct?"
"I'm right here," Noct said, and Ignis stared at him as if he'd never seen him before.
A crackling, blood-curdling screech echoed across the entire valley then, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.
All of them whipped their heads skyward, and all hell broke loose.
Gladio landed on Noct first. Noct felt the air driven from his lungs, rock digging into his ribs; Gladio providing cover was nothing new, but something was wrong here, and a moment later, the edge of his broadsword biting into Noct's neck spoke to what, exactly, was wrong.
Noct's shortsword did its job stopping the blade, his wrist wrenching at the angle, and Gladio blinked down at him. "Sorry," he blurted, and pushed off, straightening up for a second before Prompto took him down with a flying roundhouse kick to the head. Noct rolled over and gasped, trying to focus on where the screeching and the thumping beat of wings was coming from.
In the first and only seven minutes of the battle, only Ignis actually seemed to land a hit on the blur of blue-green feathers and talons that whirled through them like a maelstrom. The rest of them seemed to almost exclusively take hits from each other. Gladio got walloped by the beast's tail more than once, Prompto gave up on the guns in favor of his gravity machinery after clipping Ignis on the shoulder, and Noct was pretty sure the slice just above his knee was Ignis's doing, though he couldn't say exactly when it had happened.
Noct wiped sweat from his eyes and leveled his throwing star at someone, no one, squinting blearily at the spot where he swore the creature had been. A blur of gold danced in front of his eyes. "Stay fucking still, Prompto — " he gritted.
"I'm over here," came the distant reply.
Noct turned on the spot. "Where — "
A loud, inhuman squawk and a rush of wind, bits of grass swirling through the air. "Noct!" someone shouted. "Watch out for the — oof — "
"Holy shit!"
"Iggy — don't — "
"Stay back," Ignis shouted, swinging his polearm wide.
There was a clash of metal against metal, and a yelp. "Fuck," Gladio said, muffled swear. "Potion!"
The world seemed to flip itself over. Noct shut his eyes tightly, fumbled with his Armiger, closed his hand around a bottle, and tossed it in the direction of Gladio's voice. He opened his eyes in time to see, in the tilt of the ground and sky, a dark Gladio-shaped figure reach out.
Gladio caught it, chugged it. He threw the empty bottle away. He paused, hand on his knee.
"Salad dressing," he said, voice coming out slightly hoarse.
"Shit," Noct said.
A quick rummage of the Armiger, and then of his actual pockets, later, Noct recognized with dawning dread that actually, actually, this one wasn't his fault. Well, not exclusively his fault, anyway.
"I'm out," Noct declared flatly.
There was an ominous whooshing noise. "Out of what?" Ignis demanded faintly from some distance away.
"Antidotes," Noct said. "Elixirs. Anything." At the cold silence that followed, Noct spluttered: "Nobody told me to stock up!" They all knew by now that Noct only kept track of the curative stock via how tired he was after whipping up a set; that was why it was their job to remind him.
"I thought Gladio and Prompto had gone shopping," Ignis started, and then there was a pained, guilty grunt from Gladio, and a conspicuous quiet from Prompto, as they all remembered how that shopping trip had ended.
The wings of the beast were hovering somewhere above, and now a low sound came, a deep rumble, like a purr. Noct tried to remember how many moogle dolls he had left.
Something plopped on his hair, a big, warm, wet splash. Was it — was it raining?
Noct looked at his hand. He looked up at the others, who seemed to look back at him through a thick mist.
The beast roared again, and with the understanding that they weren't being paid nearly enough for this, the boys turned on their heels and fled, each of them in a different direction.
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Again, now up and to be continued at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12708150/
Re: FILL 6/?: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic
Date: 2017-11-18 06:14 am (UTC)just
SALAD
DRESSING
why did you even have salad dressing in the armiger??????? NOCT
I really really hope that they actually remembered to collect the hunt evidence because they really really need a nice place to sleep after all this mess
But no Prompto, like, small animals are cute and all, but please. Please leave the wildlife alone.
Also like these poor boys, their day just gets worse and worse. Even perfectly healthy they'd be completely exhausted by now.
Re: FILL 6/?: gen chocobros, ridiculous sickfic
Date: 2017-11-18 04:10 pm (UTC)It's one of those days where one bad decision leads to another until the day is just way, way outta control. But they will survive it! Probably!
Ahh, thanks OP! <3