[A young man in archaic black looked more than a bit out of his depth in the surrounding technological aesthetic. He didn't dare go near most of it, yet neither did he make even the slightest move to ask anyone the obvious question of 'what the hell is that'. For the most part, he merely seemed to watch everyone with a critical eye as though measuring them somehow.]
[we'll have food]
[Somnus had very quickly decided he hated this place, but especially the technologically heavy areas. Magitek--gods, as if there weren't enough problems in the world. (Or worlds, as it were.) So instead he'd quietly sought out a game room, something quiet and almost familiar. In short order did he have a chessboard laid out in front of him, sitting on the side of the neatly arranged black pieces with a thoughtfully silent look in his eyes. Which vanished quickly upon the sound of someone else coming in, the young man straightening up in his chair.]
Would you be interested in a game, perchance?
[tenacity spanning]
[Somnus raised an eyebrow at the monitor before him, as though the volume was slightly annoying and nothing more. Upon it was displayed a massive pyre, built of what one might just be able to make out as...human bodies. Amidst the sounds of roaring flames an observer might even hear voices shrieking in agony--and before it as spectator stood the man himself, alongside a small collection of armored soldiers.]
[It wasn't much of a secret, as far as he'd been concerned.]
Somnus Lucis Caelum | FFXV: Episode Ardyn Prologue
[A young man in archaic black looked more than a bit out of his depth in the surrounding technological aesthetic. He didn't dare go near most of it, yet neither did he make even the slightest move to ask anyone the obvious question of 'what the hell is that'. For the most part, he merely seemed to watch everyone with a critical eye as though measuring them somehow.]
[we'll have food]
[Somnus had very quickly decided he hated this place, but especially the technologically heavy areas. Magitek--gods, as if there weren't enough problems in the world. (Or worlds, as it were.) So instead he'd quietly sought out a game room, something quiet and almost familiar. In short order did he have a chessboard laid out in front of him, sitting on the side of the neatly arranged black pieces with a thoughtfully silent look in his eyes. Which vanished quickly upon the sound of someone else coming in, the young man straightening up in his chair.]
Would you be interested in a game, perchance?
[tenacity spanning]
[Somnus raised an eyebrow at the monitor before him, as though the volume was slightly annoying and nothing more. Upon it was displayed a massive pyre, built of what one might just be able to make out as...human bodies. Amidst the sounds of roaring flames an observer might even hear voices shrieking in agony--and before it as spectator stood the man himself, alongside a small collection of armored soldiers.]
[It wasn't much of a secret, as far as he'd been concerned.]