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[unfatalist]

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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[unfatalist]

Ah, well. I would say that's hardly necessary, but I understand the need to satisfy one's pride.

Very well. Are you possessing of any particular skills I should be aware of?

[nipzips]

With my Stand, I'm able to fix or heal practically anything. There are certain limitations, of course, but most things are a go. [ He can't fix himself, he can't bring back the dead, and - ]

Before you ask, I can't restore the colour to this place though. Believe me, I've tried.

But if you've got a wound that needs healing, or something broken, I'm your guy.

[unfatalist]

Interesting. Healing without the necessity of a potion...what an intriguing and admirable skill.

I'm sure you'll find plenty of use around here for your talents, though, even if they can't restore the color. Most of the buildings are decrepit, to say the least, and the stores are filled with broken shelves and items.

[nipzips]

Yeah, I've been going around and helping out where I can. It's not like it takes a lot outta me to fix up, say, a wall or shelf. That's why I'd be more than happy to put something back together if you need it.

NO CONTEXT WHATSOEVER:

[nascere]

iggy deer meat doesnt taste like shit

[unfatalist]

Interesting. To date, I don't think anything of mine has broken per se, but that'll certainly be a handy resource to utilize if something ever does.

Although.

Does it put things together with perfect accuracy? To the moment they were in perfect and prime condition, perhaps?

[unfatalist]

Oh? Have you taken a bite out of a deer recently, then?

[nascere]

not yet
but someone volunteered to cook it for me on my post
do you want some

[unfatalist]

Someone's cooking for you now?

[Who's territorial, nobody here is territorial.]

[nascere]

[ ohhhh something's up ]

well not technically now
iggy
MEAT.

[unfatalist]

I'm only curious, Noct, no need to be dodgy.

[BULLSHIT YOU ARE, IGNIS]

Someone's killed a deer and offered to share with you, then? Or, share with us, I suppose — you did offer me some of yours, as well.

[nascere]

im not being dodgy!
he speaks something called italian
name's caramia and he likes cooking for his family

no he already has the deer he just wanted to share
i told him id hunt a deer for him to return the favor
so now i have to find one

[unfatalist]

That's very considerate of him. We're loosely acquainted, ourselves.

Are you going right now? After the deer.

[nipzips]

As far as I know, yeah? I once punched some spaghetti and it turned back into tomatoes and uncooked noodles. [ and a STAND. ]

I've also fixed things like furniture or motorcycles.

[unfatalist]

You...punched. Some spaghetti.

[WHY WOULD...YOU...EVEN...]

Well. Hmmm.

I don't suppose you could find a destroyed piano or violin around somewhere and return it to a perfect state of repair? Properly tuned and all?

[nipzips]

I had my reasons. [ He thought the spaghetti was evil. ]

There is a lot of old crap around so I'm sure I can find something like that with enough digging. Restoring it will be easy. You want to play?

[unfatalist]

I would find it quite soothing, at a time like this. Well worth the trade of a decent meal.

[nipzips]

Oh! Well, you can count on me then. I'll go looking around and tell you what I find!

First, though, what kinda food are you gonna cook? With what's available, that is. I wanna know what I can look forward to.

[unfatalist]

Aha. Looking for proper motivation, I see.

Well. As there are more than a few varieties of fish here that have proven largely edible, I was thinking I'd try a fish chowder. Corn, potatoes, onions, and so on.

Bloobhaus

[photoshooter]

[Hey, Iggy, are you cooking? Have you missed your favorite blond hanging out at the counter while you work? Because here he is, scrubbed clean and ready for breakfast, leaning back against the counter just like the old days.]

Mornin', Iggy. [Prompto yawns and gets comfortable.] Mmmm, smells delicious. You're spoiling us forever, dude. How'd you sleep?

[nipzips]

Fish chowder would be amazing right now ... Hold on, how do you have so much fresh produce anyway?

[unfatalist]

Courtesy of the garden started by myself and another resident here, Dave Strider.

[He always wants to call him "David", it's so hard to refrain even when HE KNOWS BETTER.]

I had the good fortune to be carrying some assorted vegetables when we arrived here, so we ended up planting them in the hopes of cultivating more, and the experiment was quite the success.

[unfatalist]

[Isn't he always cooking, really? This morning's experiment appears to be some sort of excellent-smelling vegetable hash with venison bacon.]

Oh, approximately the usual, I'd say. I've no complaints.

[Given that pretty much every one of his nights now has its quality of sleep decided by "whether or not Noct has a nightmare".]

And yourself, Prompto?

[photoshooter]

Pretty good! It's nice and cozy in there. Reminds me of the tent.

[Stinky chocobo feathers, stinky Gladio armpits, what's the difference? He savors the smell of Ignis's cooking, a smell he never thought he'd smell again, and sinks himself deliberately in how it feels to be safe and happy, so unexpectedly.]

Hmm. Heeeeey, can I ask you a question?

[unfatalist]

I do believe you just did.

[THANKS FOR BEING PEDANTIC, IGNIS. THANKS.]

But you may certainly ask another, if you like.