Enter a lost advisor

[coeurdefeu]

Ignis is not one to mince words, or have histrionics. If he finds himself in a desperate situation, he'd never panic. He wouldn't even let his initial confusion overwhelm his observations.

"...A question? I see. Give me a moment."

He visibly gathers himself, regardless of what the Nexus demands. In fact, he pushes his glasses up on his nose, as he decides what he'll ask.

"If anybody has any advice on changing the future, I'll gladly take it on board."

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[gorogorogoro_chan]

"Word to the wise: there's these special little programs for dating and hookups and shit? Go in prepared for some real freaky stuff. I'm talkin' space aliens, robots, demons..."

Majima pulls up said app and swipes through some potential dates. He holds up one picture for Ignis' examination. It looks like a hovering ball of energy? "I don't even know how I'm suppose'ta get busy with a being made of 'pure light'."

[coeurdefeu]

He was about to make a comment on the 'daemons' part of this whole...whatever was going on here. But then he's got a picture of a glowing ball of light in his face, everything about this encounter is now officially bizarre.

Ignis just sort of blinks at this photographic evidence, and then nods slowly.

"Ah...duly noted. I'm rather not in the market for any sort of relationship, in any event. I'll steer clear."

[gorogorogoro_chan]

Majima shrugs and takes a moment to swipe left on the energy being. "Guess not, huh? Tough to get in the mood when yer thinkin' 'bout gods and holy wars or whatever."

The PINpoint goes back in his pocket, swapped for a pack of smokes and a lighter. He taps a cigarette half-way out and offers it to Ignis. "Anyway, what's yer deal, buddy? Whaddaya do back home? Wherever home is?"

[coeurdefeu]

He waves off the proffered cigarette with one hand. He's definitely not one to partake in such a habit.

"Ah. Well, I'm an advisor and bodyguard to royalty. It's...currently rather challenging."

There's an understatement.

"What about you? What's your...deal?"

Might as well be polite, since this strange man did take time out of his day to offer some advice. Rather crudely-worded advice, but still.

[gorogorogoro_chan]

He plucks the cigarette out of the pack with his mouth and lights it up with the effortlessness that comes with a long-standing habit.

"Royalty, huh? Are they the legit powerful kind, or just one'a those vestigial figurehead types that hangs out while parliament or whatever handles the real government?"

Majima takes a drag off of his cigarette. "My work ain't half as glamorous. I manage a couple'a cabaret joints. The only person I gotta treat like royalty is my customer."

[coeurdefeu]

"The former."

Noctis is definitely in the 'legit' category, especially if all the legends about the Chosen King are true. And Ignis had no reason to believe otherwise. Although the bit about what Majima did...

"That sounds interesting. I suppose that's why you're dressed so formally?"

Like Ignis has any room to talk.

[gorogorogoro_chan]

"Interesting? Pfft," he rolls his eye and teeters his cigarette back and forth between his fingers. "Trust me, it gets old fast: guests arguin' about their bills, drunk old leches feelin' up the hostesses, negotiatin' with upper management, tryin' to keep a straight face through all of it ..."

He gestures to Ignis. "But hey, prolly peanuts compared to dealin' with royalty. 'Challenging,' huh?"

[coeurdefeu]

"Oh, I don't know. I've sat in on a few council meetings that had quite a bit in common with a cabaret."

Especially the 'keeping the straight face' part.

"Challenging, yes. Prince Noctis is technically the king now, although he has no kingdom. We're entirely cut off from any sort of supply lines or support. Thank god we have a good car, that's one small mercy."

[gorogorogoro_chan]

"What's the deal? Does this gotta do with what you were talkin' about earlier? Changin' history or whatever so yer king's got more to rule than a nice set of wheels?"

He tilts his head away and blows out a long breath of smoke. "Just kinda blows me away to see some modern-ass-lookin' dude like you goin' on about kings and shit. Where I'm from, royal families are an anachronism."

[coeurdefeu]

"Mm. Something rather a bit more complicated than that, I'm afraid."

He ponders for a second, without doing that annoying non-smoker thing of waving the smoke away. He's polite like that.

"No offense intended, but I'm rather reluctant to spread too many actionable details about my world - or my prince - to a stranger. Even here in a Nexus. It's nothing personal."