iwillshieldhim: (look into distance)
Gladiolus Amicitia ([personal profile] iwillshieldhim) wrote 2017-05-01 01:24 pm (UTC)

Gladio's ignoring the broken wrecks, though he does give them as wide a berth as he is capable. The fact that any of them are up and moving has left him with an utter distrust of the damned things even more so than he had before coming into this hell. This place is downright disturbing in its empty silence to the point that even trying to imagine it full of people working, creating these monsters, feels impossible.

He isn't a stupid man. He's no Ignis, then again very few people are, but he picks up something that slows his step, a frown coming across his lips. "...Prom, what aren't you telling me?" he growls very quietly the words under his breath, knowing that they're being watched. What does he know about why it wouldn't be that easy? Yeah, fuckface (he's mentally completely ignoring that that man even has a name) has some tricks up his sleeve, but together, they'll figure out a way to handle him. There's nothing political, no reason to hold back. They need to kill him, however or whatever it takes.

This damned place feels endless. He's still on the move, one arm tucked under Promtpo's backside to keep his weight up, but something is out there. He can feel it, somewhere in this tower is the King and friend he needs to find, the man he needs to kill, and the crystal that is the last hope to save them all. "...we'll deal with him last. Noct and Iggy first, crystal next."

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