Ignis had woken that morning shortly after the sun had risen. As strange as the little underground enclave was, it was also pleasant. They'd expected to spend the time they were here ensconced in a hole below the ground, away from the sun and normalcy, surrounded by the most dangerous people in the world. Instead they were ensconced in something more akin to a climate controlled hotel, or perhaps a terrarium depending on one's view, and, yes, surrounded by the most dangerous people in the world.
Although honestly, Sir Integra's underling had come across as infinitely more unpleasant than the Nifs, thus far.
Noah. Possibly the worst possible individuals for a pair of low-ranked Lucians to share breathing space with, but provided they kept clear and didn't cause ructions, they'd likely survive the encounter. Sir Integra had made very sure that Ignis was as fully up to speed as she could bring him on the matter of the Noah, and their loyalties, and he, in turn, had carefully informed Gladio of what she knew.
Still, hiding oneself away in one's temporary quarters wouldn't do, and for all Ignis wasn't going to complain about sharing with Gladio, there was little point in listening to him snore for another hour. Besides which, he was running critically short on Ebony. He'd brought some, of course, but it wasn't sold on Ivalice, and now he felt the need to save the dozen or so cans he had left for actual emergencies. Neliel had, at least, been good enough to keep the kitchen supplied with real coffee.
And reaching out and making allies was one of the most important tasks left for himself and Gladio right now.
He'd found Neliel in the kitchen. It was, she'd explained, her usual spot, should he ever wish to find her. If Ignis was pressed, he might admit to feeling a kinship with the Arrancar; she did all the menial homemaking tasks for people that never voiced any appreciation, and she did it because someone had to make sure it was done properly or certain individuals would contentedly live in squalor.
He had the kitchen smelling of fresh coffee within minutes, and was just clearing off the worksurfaces ready to make a start on breakfast, after making Nel take a reluctant seat at the table, when he felt the approach of a slightly menacing individual.
There was no point in startling like a jumpy dreamhare. They'd have to weather being in each other's presence for a while longer, yet. The least either of them could do was be cordial about it.
"Good morning!" he replied, turning to look at the incomer. Tyki Mikk, the male Noah. Seeing an ally of the Nifs wear black sent a shiver of offense up Ignis's spine, but he pushed it back down. After all, there was no point in letting them know it bothered him.
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Although honestly, Sir Integra's underling had come across as infinitely more unpleasant than the Nifs, thus far.
Noah. Possibly the worst possible individuals for a pair of low-ranked Lucians to share breathing space with, but provided they kept clear and didn't cause ructions, they'd likely survive the encounter. Sir Integra had made very sure that Ignis was as fully up to speed as she could bring him on the matter of the Noah, and their loyalties, and he, in turn, had carefully informed Gladio of what she knew.
Still, hiding oneself away in one's temporary quarters wouldn't do, and for all Ignis wasn't going to complain about sharing with Gladio, there was little point in listening to him snore for another hour. Besides which, he was running critically short on Ebony. He'd brought some, of course, but it wasn't sold on Ivalice, and now he felt the need to save the dozen or so cans he had left for actual emergencies. Neliel had, at least, been good enough to keep the kitchen supplied with real coffee.
And reaching out and making allies was one of the most important tasks left for himself and Gladio right now.
He'd found Neliel in the kitchen. It was, she'd explained, her usual spot, should he ever wish to find her. If Ignis was pressed, he might admit to feeling a kinship with the Arrancar; she did all the menial homemaking tasks for people that never voiced any appreciation, and she did it because someone had to make sure it was done properly or certain individuals would contentedly live in squalor.
He had the kitchen smelling of fresh coffee within minutes, and was just clearing off the worksurfaces ready to make a start on breakfast, after making Nel take a reluctant seat at the table, when he felt the approach of a slightly menacing individual.
There was no point in startling like a jumpy dreamhare. They'd have to weather being in each other's presence for a while longer, yet. The least either of them could do was be cordial about it.
"Good morning!" he replied, turning to look at the incomer. Tyki Mikk, the male Noah. Seeing an ally of the Nifs wear black sent a shiver of offense up Ignis's spine, but he pushed it back down. After all, there was no point in letting them know it bothered him.