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Run with my hands on my eyes Blind, but I'm still alive Free to go back on my own But is it still a home when you're all alone Is it still a home when you're all alone All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put me back together again. There is a reason I'm still standing... I'm still alive...
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Cool crisp air against his skin worked as both a pleasant distraction and harsh sting against old wounds. His imagination... he was sure. Since his first visit to Sanctum with the boys there was no denying the since of familiarity the busy and buzzing city offered. Eyes closed, head tilted back, someone could pretend they were back home and just among the every day. But a bitterness swelled up in knowing the truth. Even if he could open his eyes and see the city strewn before him it wasn't home. Today was another venture, one Ignis had decided to take on his own. <p>

Waking early he saw the boys off on their doings with the usual breakfast, usually something with eggs. One of the few things he'd retrained himself well enough to make without aid. Most of it came down to time it perfectly, scent, and texture. Discovering the pleasant temperature outside, he dressed himself in his in his old preferred attire. Dark spotted shirt....and his coat. At least that had been the plan, though much to his unknowing he'd pulled on the wrong shirt and finished dressing. Granted, the simple white shirt with stripes didn't look out of place with the coat to the common person; but Ignis wouldn't have approved. <p>

Dathus has a nice bakery.the owner of the little coffee shop in Vorick Town had told him with a friendly laugh. I can do the small stuff, but the bakery there's where I get half my inventory to be honest, everything they make is heavenly. Lets see, what else do they have... well.. the owner sat down during one of his breaks and spoke with Ignis a bit about the city. It had been an opportunity to learn more and Ignis wasn't about to turn down a conversation. The man also assured him Sanctum was filled with all sorts of friendly people who wouldn't mind steering him the right direction. It did help to build his confidence a little. And in doing so riding the train was easy enough, arriving in the station just as simply. <p>

If he was honest Ignis didn't have many plans that led him very far beyond this point. He wanted to stick to the main roads and areas. Dathus he thought to himself looking up as if on instinct to look for a street sign. He moves forward, cane gliding carefully across the pavement. He can feel eyes on his back with faint whispers to follow. But he pushes them aside and moves on easily enough building a recognition with where he is and has been before. <p>

Good. Everything is going well. <p>

Ignis easily finds his way down the streets, voices in the background do help aid him in knowing the approximate areas he's found himself in. And he stays away from places where his cane cannot easily glide or find an open pathway. He is confident, but maybe a little too much so as he allows his mind to wander a bit. Maybe he should bring something back for dinner? Something he could take and heat up or maybe even create himself. Maybe he should simply pick up some pastries and coffee. In fact that sounded like a splendid idea. Cool breeze shifting over him again he breathes deeply and lets it fill him and clear his mind. <p>

Overconfident, maybe. Ignis took a step forward, his boot making contact with the curb incorrectly. He stumbled forward in an attempt to catch himself only to end up falling on one knee. Alright no harm done, except the metallic 'clang and bounce'ing sounds of his cane escaping his grasp. Brow furrowing and the corner of his lips tugging downward he chewed the inside of his mouth and adjusted himself. Still crouched he extended a hand, fingertips searching the ground nearby first. <p>

“It is here...somewhere...”




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Run with my hands on my eyes Blind, but I'm still alive Free to go back on my own But is it still a home when you're all alone Is it still a home when you're all alone All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put me back together again. There is a reason I'm still standing... I'm still alive...
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Prompto had plans. Again. Ignis briefly wondered if this would also cast him out into the streets while the other two created their own troubles. But it seemed not, Noctis had already gone out to probably look for something to do. And he had been asked if he had his own plans; which of course Ignis did not. <p>

Ignis couldn't really blame Noctis to be honest, for keeping himself distracted and busy. Prompto had his photography as both hobby and work, Maybe they could take a trip and visit a pond or nearby river? Perhaps taking a ship to Ravenwood, it would be a simple enough and some time at a beach (ideally connected closely to a town this time) might be a good idea. Some fresh air for all of them...
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Of course thus far Ignis had failed to find work... and relying on the Aer his younger companions worked so hard to pull in was not something that sat well with him. This was something that had been on his mind lately, though absent from his spoken thoughts and features. The other two were far too carefree and considerate to truly let it burden him too much. They were well enough off. <p>

Those were just a few of the adviser's thoughts as he moved around the kitchen this morning. With enough practice in the mornings he could fry an egg rather well at this point if he was allowed to say so himself. Sending Noctis off with a fried-egg sandwich he hadn't gotten any complaints; aside from the lettuce and tomato he'd put on there. Same old Noctis. He thought to himself and continued his work between soothing sips of hot coffee. <p>

Everything had begun to feel almost normal now, natural, or at least as natural as one might get in this world. Suffice to say they were still missing one of their brothers and were spending far fewer nights under the stars. Ignis placed two sandwiches on a pair of plates, retrieved one along with his coffee and proceeded into the living room. No need for his cane to get around this area either. <p>

Taking that first bite of his sandwich filled Ignis with a small since of relief knowing the eggs were cooked well enough. Maybe not up to par with his previous endeavors, but close enough. In no rush he turned the TV on and relaxed with his breakfast while waiting for Prompto to get up and moving, knowing the young man would have no problem finding his breakfast in the kitchen. Keeping the volume low on the TV he mostly listened to the morning news. <p>

Moments passed before he returned his dishes to the sink and stepped outside onto the from porch for some crisp fresh air. It wasn't so cold this morning, winter was likely coming to an end after all. “You said you had made plans for this morning. Should I be troubled about leaving you to your own devices? But you sounded as if you wanted to do something today, I am all ears.” He called over turning his head toward the sound of the opening door. Clearly teasing, he was never ungrateful.
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“It seems to be a beautiful morning.”




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Run with my hands on my eyes Blind, but I'm still alive Free to go back on my own But is it still a home when you're all alone Is it still a home when you're all alone All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put me back together again. There is a reason I'm still standing... I'm still alive...
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Why had it not ceased to amaze him how many people associated deafness with shortsightedness? Had he any gil (or aer) for the number of times people raised their voices at him as if to better communicate... well suffice to say that he and his other two companions could be living quite a bit more comfortably with a small fortune to last them for some time. Pursing his lips together be breathed deeply and held it momentarily. Feigning a small smile and bidding the woman he had been trapped in line behind a small nod of farewell as she went on her way. Thank the gods. He sighed softly approaching the window of the coffee shop he'd begun visiting quite regularly now. <p>

“Mr. Scientia!” the owner greeted him with a bright smile, this man spoke no differently, he was always this spirited. “What can I get you, the usual?” Ignis can hear the grin in his voice and returns with a polite smile. The man bends and cranks his neck some as he notices the books tucked under Ignis' arm. “Oh you plan on sitting out? It's a nice day for it.” he bobbed his head. <p>

“Yes if you wouldn't mind. Though I do believe I will add one of your sweet cakes as well.” his hand retreated inside of his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet brushing his fingers over the different slots he had sorted his bills into. Placing two on the counter before reaching for another, only to pause when the man grunted at him and waved his hand telling him the muffin was on the house because Ignis came so regularly. “I am grateful.” He smiles softly tucking his wallet back into his pocket as the man says he'll bring it to his table when it's ready. So retreating away from the window with his cane he seeks a table out to the side and away from any potential crowd that may gather over time. <p>

Pulling his chair out and properly seating himself, Ignis placed the books on the table and then leaned his cane against this chair. Pushing his glasses further up his nose he picks up one o the books and opens it, eyelids fluttering open. Nothing. he breathes out slowly and brushes his fingertips over the smooth page in front of him. Granted, his gloves are still on, but he does not need to remove them to know the pages are pristine and smooth if not a bit glossy. They smell new as well. He considers a moment before looking up at the sound of movement. The coffee shop owner places his order down with a friendly 'here you go' before returning to the rest of his work. <p>

A slow sip of the coffee filled him with warmth before he placed the cup back down not realizing he had placed it on the corner of the book's cover. The books were of the informative sort, a guide to Avalon, and some-such similar topics. He thought that he and the other two could stand to learn more about their new home. Lifting his hand to close the book he quickly realized his mistake, with a small 'thunk' the cup turned over onto the book. “Ah!” a short gasp escaped him as he jerked in his chair before quickly reaching to set the cup right-side-up and then turned to stand heard something else fall, the sound of his cane. Ignis wasn't typically one to express it, but pressing his lips together he muttered in frustration as he crouched down in search for his cane, which he needed in order to go get some napkins to dry the....well...by now... plausibly ruined book. <p>

“Of course...” he chewed his lip.




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Ignis was determined to make the best of his current situation. Being lost in another world and broken off from theirs, being currently unable and staring at the prolonged pause in prince's mission, the new handicap to add to the first....<p>

So it wasn't especially easy to adjust to again but manageable. Currently Ignis was preoccupying himself by exploring Vorick Town again, it helped him familiarize it and adjust again. It didn't hurt anymore, the occasional soreness when he opened his eyes so he often left then closed. It was about time to seek a doctor in this world, as much as he hated to burden the others or their pockets, it would probably be wise. Not that he expected to hear anything different. <p>

Ignoring the sounds of distant whispers behind his back, the well-groomed man effortlessly followed the main path, he had done this multiple times. He could find his way through the main section of the town and back to their apartment with ease. Now if only he could find work. It was likely Noctis and Prompto were off on some kind of hunt, which made for quick cash and resources. Prompto using his photography as work too. He felt a bit bitter about the situation. He knew his friends only wanted the best for him, and the bounties they had hunted so far were easy as Noctic had put it. But he still felt guilty not being there, but he would change that very soon. Enough of this resting and sitting on 'ifs' and 'maybes' this world was their- his new reality. <p>

They were in Avalon. Ignis found himself with two new worlds to accept.<p>

Ignis found himself on the edge of town, the cold breeze was stronger away from the protection of the taller buildings. Noctis had better be wearing his coat. His brow furrowed as he pulled his own coat closed in the front. There was always more that they needed in this world, gil- or aer was in enough supply to keep them housed and comfortable, but for how long? It was then that Ignis realized he had been trying too hard to calculate everything and brought his mind to a grinding halt. Relax. He reminded himself, though truth be known the word probably wasn't in his dictionary. <p>

Before his mind could drift back to its previous state a woman's scream caught his attention. <p>

Without much thought Ignis kicked himself into a quick trot in the direction of the sound. On the edge of town, but close enough to where he had been. One or near-stumbles didn't stop him from arriving quickly. “What is it? Are you harmed?” Ignis demanded. To his relief the woman stammered and moved somewhere behind him. It didn't really seem to occur to her that her hero was at a slight disadvantage. She told him something about a small monster . He didn't want her to. “Run along.” he told her firmly before turning toward the sound and focusing. Only one creature? It was all he could hear moving and judging by its step it was not very large. So an imp or similar small creature. <p>

Waving his hand outward Ignis summoned forth one of his daggers and proceeded carefully. The creature moved and sped toward him. With successful timing he defended against its claws and aimed a kick toward its middle causing it to fall a few feet backwards. Though a sudden and surprising hit to his side caught him off guard. Maybe he had been too cocky, there were two creatures. Caught off guard and swinging a bit blindly and missing the second one, the first lunges again and knocks him off balance. Stumbling back he knows too late he is about to go down as the heel of his boot made contact with something. Falling, Ignis abandoned his cane and summoned forth his second dagger while twisting himself to avoid the second attack. Landing on his knee he brought the blade upward in a quick slash which ended one of the imps with a deep gash reaching from its hip to its shoulder.<p>

Now the second one was upon him, preparing himself the last thing Ignis expected was the imp's course to suddenly be changed last second. Something hit it. That much was easy to tell as the creature's body dropped and rolled a few times. Dead? He wasn't sure better safe than sorry as he raised one of his blades, waiting a few seconds before dismissing them in favor of searching for his cane when the creature did not move again. “Is that the last of them?” there is a bit of demand in his otherwise calm tone. Biting the inside of his lip the cursed that stick, whenever it had ended up. And probably the grass and dirt stains on his pants...



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