The Beggar Prince (Open)

[attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector

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Fate had strange ways. Today was one most of fitting of these words, at least for Ravus. He had been brought to this world by what he thought to be an accident. An other dark rift that had taken him to a star unknown to the commander. He had been walking the streets for some time now, trying to find a way back to his own star, though he couldn't help but wonder what the point was. Maybe he hoped for help in Eos? Maybe... but he should know it was in vein. With the oracle gone, there was no one left to cure him of his illness. The only one left could be the gods, but he never was in their favor. Knowing this left a bitter taste on his lips, the man sighing slightly and stopping in his tracks now, his head moving to look into the sky above, eyes watching the stars.

“Gods. Why have you deceived me...?”, he mumbled to himself, eyes closing for a moment, before he would continue to walk, only to be halting his steps once more when he felt a dark presence rush past him, his eyes now cast down, watching the darkness that slithered past him and through the wooden gate. It was those creatures again and they seemed to be after something.

He knew these beasts are like a curse themselves, spreading through the stars like a the scourge did through his home. Gritting his teeth, he would hesitate for an other moment, before he decided to follow them. He knew all to well what those kinds of beasts could do to a human and even if he wasn't a savior, he would not just simply stand by and let them take a soul, if he could stop them before. It was not easy to keep up, but he found them ready to attack their next target. Ravus was ready to draw his blade and intervene, when he saw a blade appear in the man's hand he knew all to well. That flash of blue light, that blade.. the young man that held it. No. No it was impossible. His eyes widened, his hand stopping in the middle of drawing the sword. Was this a trick? Was he dreaming or hallucinating? This young man was not just a stranger: It was Noctis Lucis Caelum, the young boy he had once tried to kill and that became the chosen King of Kings. What was he doing here? Was the scourge playing tricks on his mind? Was Ardyn watching him, laughing about his reaction? What was happening to him?!

Should he interfere? Wait and see if he really was hallucinating? And if this really was the King, why was he here and not in their home?! Had Ardyn send him into the stars? No.. no, all of this didn't make any sense to the commander. He shook his head, narrowing his eyes and drawing the blade fully now. There was no other option. He had to interfere to understand all of this.

He placed the blade of his sword in the palm of his magitec-arm, energy bursting into the metal and electrifying it. He than took a deep breath, focused on the attacking heartless and send out a strong wave of energy fused with lightning, hoping it would stop their attack and send them away from Noctis, maybe even killing them. He knew Noctis most likely won't need his help... but... this was something personal and for him to stand there and watch? Nay.
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[attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector

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Ravus had already foreseen that his appearance might cause some issues, but meeting the king of kings here had not been something he could ever have seen coming in any way. He was not surprised Noctis would be shaken by him appearing here. Noctis had been the one that released him of his torture with his own hands, after all. He tried not to think about his previous demise, but it seemed that short distraction had been enough for a fiend to approach him from behind. His reflex were kicking in by the sound of something behind him, but it seemed Noctis was already on the move, a weapon flying past him, as the king warped to the attacker to defend him. Wait. Noctis was actually trying to help him? Well, it sounded like something the Lucis would do, but HIM of all people? Maybe this was just a payback for helping him just a moment ago.

Ravus immediately shifted his focus back to the fight, his two-colored eyes focused on the creature that now jumped Noctis back. Grabbing his sword tightly, he aimed for the creatures head, cutting with precision when he went for it's face and stabbed it between the eyes, the creature immediately falling of with a shriek and vanishing back to the darkness it came from.

“To hell with those monsters!”

He grabbed the king by his shoulder, shoving him back to balance quickly and taking position right behind him, back to back to the king now.
“Don't let your guard down. They move fast and with precision.”, he barked the order unintentionally. “You fought enough daemons to know this.”
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