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Rosalind Lutece shared a photo.
11/10 near Viea Village

Well. Unless someone else has gotten an entire house from Retrospec, I rather think I win. In bragging rights, if nothing else.

[There's a pause, and then Rosalind adds a few photos: these ones, specifically, that I'll link so I don't spam yall. also ETA: there's no wires or pipes and certainly no giant machine in the midst of all this; it's just an ordinary house. ...with a giant hole in the second floor.]

That being said: points off for the giant gaping hole in the second floor.

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[She has a point, but Ardyn will always be willing to let her lean on him if need be -- by god, she didn't have to always be strong in the face of all these changes. Of being sent houses with questionable memories attached to them.

So of course he agrees, nodding.]

You're always welcome to, Rosalind. You know that.

I do.

[And tonight, she'll sleep on his couch and forget this house for an evening. It won't solve the problem proper, and god help her if she ends up having a nightmare, she'll never forgive herself for the humiliation . . . but it'll be nice, really, to know there's a friend nearby. That if she ends up reliving that horrific moment over and over, pressure heavy on her chest and heat searing her flesh and his hand in hers, clinging tightly, terrified and full of grief--

If she wakes from that and gasps in horror, at least she'll have someone to cling to when she does.

But there's no use thinking of that right now. Rosalind claps her hands together briskly, dispelling the subject and the gloomy air.]

Come along. Show me how you can teleport.

[And Ardyn will be there for it, if it does happen. He'll ask if she wants to talk about it, and will offer to make her something warm to drink in the night, to calm her and to push away such thoughts that would plague her in her sleep. She'd be surrounded by a bevy of cats, all probably curious about their overnight guest, to keep her company as well.

It's the least he could do, as her friend.

For now, however, there is something else to focus on. The fact that he is to teleport, now, and his stomach churns a bit just thinking about it. But now that they're outside, he has no reason to put it off any longer -- it was the very reason why he visited at all, never mind the fact he was curious about her new house.]

Mm. [A hand comes up to rub at the stubble on his chin, then motions at a far-off point somewhere in the distance.] I'll aim for there. Are you ready?

More than.

[Indeed: she's already taking mental notes. Both he and Noct have to have a fixed point of location to teleport, hm? But Noct had needed to throw something, that had guided him . . . does Ardyn? And if not, why not? Is it because he's older? Perhaps his other self simply had more experience. But they both get sick; that doesn't speak much for experience. But then again, maybe it's just a side-effect, like sweating when you run; maybe that's just how it is . . .

On and on and on, and he hasn't even started yet.]

At your leisure.

[She says at his leisure, but to be honest, Ardyn wants to get this done as quickly as possible. And so without much preamble does he summon his sword and almost immediately tosses it in the direction that he had specified.

It'll be very similar, almost exact, to what she saw Noctis do. The only difference is that his light trail is red instead of blue, and when he flashes back into existence after catching his sword by its hilt, he's teleported. Ardyn frowns, lurching forward a little, still not used to the disorientation that follows.

Ugh.

His sword disappears, and he turns to look at her. God. There's that nausea again.]

Well?

[Good lord, he looks nauseous. Rosalind eyes him warily for a few seconds, trying to make sure he won't throw up, before rising and crossing the yard.]

Any idea why you leave a red trail instead of blue?

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