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Loqi only growled more when Reno continued to shove him around like some disobedient dog. Though when he finally let him go – he also revealed what the hell was up with this Verdot guy.

And he might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water at him. Empire. Turk. Ex-Turk.

Loqi stared at his brother for a moment, as if he waited for Reno to add a “it’s just a joke.” To it all with one of his bored looks. But none of that was coming.

“There is no being an ex-Turk…”, Loqi mumbled, remembering one of the very little things he could recall from back at the Empire. Turks always stayed Turks. To a degree. His brother was the best example. And while Reno had turned his back to the Empire… he had bene just a teenager back then. He could be saved. But this Verdot? He was old. Surely in business since he had been a teenager, too.

And he was not defecting openly, as it seemed. Reno was cagey as hell.

“We have to tell Ma!”, Loqi hissed, trying to fight down the bubbling panic in him. A Turk! Here! Asking about their family! The hell was going on…

“We have to bail. Ma and Pa need to know and then we have to run for the hills, we need to pack our stuff right now.”

tightening his grip on loqi's shirt, reno half-hauled and half-shoved him into the little alcove afforded by the truck, knowing that his reaction to his younger brother's bluff had destroyed any chance reno had of waving away his concerns about veld, or verdot or whatever fucking name the old coot was going by now.

but what choice had he had? loqi's bluffs were rarely just that, he'd trot off to their mother and drop blatantly obvious hints until he'd either completely ratted on him or until their mother had grown suspicious of the two of them.

that was find for sneaking beers or getting caught sneaking out during the night - but the stakes were too high in this game and loqi didn't even know he was in the middle of it.

' did you actually just threaten to tell ma on me? ' reno's brows arched incredulously, finally letting go of his brother's shirt - he wanted to scoff at his threat, but there was a little voice in the back of his head that counselled how much bigger this shitshow would get if their mother got involved ... regardless of the fact that he was a fully grown man with a child of his own.

' don't you fucking dare go near those radios with this ... you'll bring the empire to our door, loqi. he's a turk ... an ex-turk. ' allegedly.

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The reaction was immediate.

Loqi had honestly not expected such a sharp reaction. Holding up his hands, as if he was admitting defeat, Loqi’s look changed from surprised to shocked, confused and then angry.

Trying to tear Reno’s hand off of him, the younger brother scoffed at the older’s warning.

“Oh. Okay?”, he replied with a mockery undertone.

It was clear from that sudden shift in behaviour that reno actually very well knew who Verdot was. He had just tried to play him for a fool. Fucking great. As if Loqi would stay low now. Nope. Not a chance. Something was off and Reno knew about it.

“What the fuck is going on. Tell me or I will run to Ma straight away. I will fucking announce it over the radios, don’t test me.”

whatever hope he might have had at assuage loqi's suspicions when clean out the window at the mention of a metal arm ... he could explain away hair colour, beard, eyes, even facial scars, but a metal prosthetic? kudos veld, what a great fucking spy master he was turning out to be, walking around with an identifying mark on display for all and sundry to see.

reno wanted to roll his eyes and drag a hand over his face when loqi continued - this was just going from bad to worse. not only was there a ghost from their pasts alive and in their home outpost, but now his darling little brother had invited him for a few beers.

his thoughts were doing somersaults to try and piece together a cover that would both answer loqi's questions and rebuff his suspicions, and then how he was going to get veld to play along when loqi snapped him out of his daze, turning to go find their mother or dave.

fuck no.

reaching out, reno grabbed a handful of his younger brother's shirt and yanked him backwards, pulling the teenager back to the space between the truck and rocky wall of meldacio, guarding them from the view of everyone else,

' you do not mention this to ma. not to her, not to kim, not to ezma, kaleb or selena - do you understand. '

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“Brown hair, beard, haunted eyes, a fucking metal arm.”, Loqi commented Verdot’s looks to his brother, while he slowly crossed his arms in front of his chest. Duh. A metal arm. Reno would remember that. It wasn’t an everyday-asset anyone had about them.

So Loqi wasn’t entirely sure Reno’s questions were an act or not. Seemed pretty strange for his otherwise face-cataloguing brother to forget one like that.

“I know Dad helps a lot of folks. But that guy is having ‘wrong’ stamped all over him. He is fucking creepy, Reno. And he acts strange. He didn’t even want to come with me, when I invited him for a beer here.”

Not that Loqi had left him much of a choice there.

Sighing and putting his arms akimbo, Loqi seemed to give up, though.

“Ugh, fine. Maybe it’s better I ask Mum and Dad.”

oh, he was gonna fucking kill veld. screw whatever shit freya spouted in their old mentor's defence, he'd just undone any modicum of understanding reno might have had for him. he was going to string him up for this ... he knew who he was, that he might remember him, that he knew their father.

fuck off veld.

had he gotten a kick out of those double-meanings? had he laughed to himself as he both lied and told loqi the truth, all in the one go? had he taken enjoyment out of the fact that loqi was going to have a shitload of questions for reno now?

fucker was probably laughing his ass off knowing that reno was caught completely off-guard by this and he now had to try and abate loqi's suspicions.

breathing out, reno clenched and unclenched his fist, wiping away a few rivulets of blood on his pants before he kicked the tyre iron closer to the truck and looked down the length of meldacio, searching for an overly familiar face he knew would be sticking to the shadows.

' verdot ... the name sounds familiar, ' not a lie, ' what's he look like? and yeah, he probably does, dave helps a lot of folks. '

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Reno… did not react like Reno at all. There was no snark, no bite, no shrug, no non-caring little shit reaction. Nope. Instead he dropped his tools and got himself hurt like he was a freshman-hunter.

Loqi watched all this without even pulling a face at his brother’s little injury. Especially not when that non-answer followed.

His reaction had given him away well enough. Loqi wasn’t stupid. This might have worked when he had been a little kid still. But something was fucking going on and Loqi hated not knowing…

Raising his eyebrows a little, as Loqi looked down to Reno, he regarded him with the most don’t-shit-me-look only a teenager could muster.

“Verdot. He says he knows you. And that you might remember him, too. He also knows dad. Says they have some story. So, what’s up with him?”

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❝ no need for special thanks. ❞

Special thanks. Pft. Pah. Did Ulric even hear what he was saying?

Loqi found himself staring at the Glaive in utter quiet fascination. He was a teenager, but it almost still felt like he was a kid when faced with the warriors that were partly blessed by the King himself. He had seen what Nyx could do. The warping. The attacks.

And like many youths, Loqi felt jealous and in awe at a display of such powers.

Of course he needed to try and hang around Nyx in hopes that made him just half as cool as the Galahdan.

“Tch, as if.”, Loqi waved the refusal off, “Kingsglaive don’t gotta pay for drinks around Meldacio. Of course not.”

Hopefully dad wouldn’t mind a few Gil missing in the bar’s till…

“Say, you want to grab some hunts while you’re here? I’m still looking for a capable buddy!”

@foughtforthefuture

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Verdot. A strange name. But Loqi would not comment on that, instead letting the man pop open his beer with that prosthetic arm.

“My brother is away.”, he simply shrugged his answer. He would not give out details on where Reno was -. Or any of his family. An old lesson and one Loqi stuck to. This stranger did not need to know everything. And ‘away’ could literally mean he was over on the other side of the road, too.

Leaning back with a sigh, Loqi seemed to relax.

“You gotta excuse me, Verdot. Can’t be too careful with the Empire. They seem to have eyes and ears everywhere. But here in Meldacio we are relatively safe. And if I get my way, we soon will be even safer. I will get rid of these bases closeby. Formouth and Archeole. Ah, they will make a great firework when I’m done with them.”

for a man who had led countless covert assignments and dealt in the shadows of world, veld couldn't help but inwardly scoff at the situation he'd landed himself in - cornered by a teenager, in the coeurl's den, so to speak. who would be his downfall in this settlement? reno, dave or ida?

a younger version of himself would council not to allow personal emotions to cloud his judgement, and this was the very reason why. he had backed himself into a proverbial corner and he was stuck here until morning's light broke.

' verdot. ' the name slipped off his tongue with a practiced ease as veld gratefully took the bottle of beer the teenager offered him. switching hands, he popped the cap on the bottle with the fingers of his prosthetic arm, reaching over to loqi's bottle before he arched a brow in a silent offer to open it for him.

' i'm sure your brother may remember me ... is he here tonight or on a hunt? '

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

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1ST MOTAVERSARY 🎉 • WEEK IV FAVOURITE CHARACTER ARC TO HELL AND BACK Sometimes heroes enter Hell to rescue a loved one; sometimes they go there to fight evil; some of the other, ahem, rough-around-the-edges heroes get sent there the old fashioned way. — tvtropes.org

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Someoen explain to me, why I am driving the gaudy clown car version of the Regalia. Where is the dark deep blue paint job with only minimal aetshetic silver decals.

Also how do I use potions in battle, I have no idea.

But at least this time I am using the AP system.

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Also Loqi's model replacing Prompto's means I saw him do goofy shit and slip to fall on his own ass quite a lot these past two days.

It's glorious.

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This mod already gave me more than years of official FFXV content ever did.

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I achieved the power of finalyl havinga PC that can play games.

And ofc I had to mod teh shit out of this game.

Which now gifts me with presents like such:

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Hunter Loqi for Stranded AU

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He still acted strange. As if he was a cat balancing on a rope from dock to dock. Way too tense for a situation like this. What the hell was wrong with him?

Loqi grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar at the slight protest of the bartender. But Loqi had gotten used to snatching a bottle here and there so long as his parents didn’t catch him.

And from here it looked like he could keep an eye on either chance location where his parents usually were about. Handy.

“U-huh.”, Loqi simply commented on that guy’s story about why he knew Dave. He would later have to ask his dad about that. Placing one bottle in front of the guy, the boy leaned back, creasing his eyebrows in thought for a moment.

“Ah, you will have to excuse me, I deal with a lot of people in a day… what did you say was your name again? That must have been quite a while ago, when my dad helped you out. Can't say I remember your face but I bet my brother does.”

this wasn't ideal. he had wagered against the odds and lost - he'd left it too late to travel to meldacio, he'd known that the moment he'd broken camp, but the need to speak with freya had outweighed the slim chances of making it to the outpost with enough daylight to travel on to alpine stable or lestallum.

the closest haven to the headquarters was capitis haven at the vesperpool and the last dregs of daylight had already faded to dusk, the external floodlights of the outpost turning on to keep the daemons at bay.

veld was snookered and he didn't like it.

casting a glance to the house he knew to be dave aburnbrie's on the right of the road that bisected the outpost, and then across to the left to where tables were set out between the small store and another house, the ex-turk hedged his bets that it would be easier to hide in plain view.

' very well, a drink it is, ' that and it might seem less of a threat for reno or dave to see him seated amongst others in the open, as opposed to finding him sitting at a kitchen table inside their home, even if that open area was situated between the store ida tended and the house that ezma auburnbrie called home.

grimacing as he picked one of the chair with its back partially to the road of meldacio and partially to the store, veld disliked not being able to keep watch on his surroundings, but it was a small sacrifice to make if it meant ida tummelt didn't notice him sitting there, talking with her youngest boy as if they were old friends.

' your father and i, ' are old friends. were old friends? which father were they speaking about? the one the boy barely remembered? the one who had sacrificed his own status, safety and life to ensure his boy didn't get shipped off to the lucian mainland to die a different day in a different mech?

' dave looked after some old friends of mine when i couldn't,' when i wouldn't, ' i owe him a thanks for that. '