And there's so much at stake

[thatsit]

Ignis made his way to the room he and Gladio shared. Since the meeting some of the members of Khamja had dispersed, freeing up plush suites once more, but he and Gladio continued to share. They hadn't discussed it. They'd been given a room together at their own request, or at the very least at Gladio's insistence, and Khamja was no less filled with potential enemies now than it had been then. The only difference now was that they were able to identify at least some of the potential threats.

So regardless of what it did to the quality of their sleep, Ignis and Gladio continued to share. In truth, Ignis hadn't asked Gladio if he found it difficult to share the bed, just as he hadn't raised the issue of his own difficulty sleeping in a bed with Gladio. Gladio was just caring enough that he might offer to do something like sleep on the floor, and Ignis would have felt wretched if he put Gladio in a position where he thought he should offer to do that.

He also didn't want to have to explain to Gladio that sleeping on the floor would be unlikely to curb his snoring.

It wasn't the biggest hindrance to Ignis getting a quality night's rest, but it was undeniably a factor. And yet he'd slept reasonably well last night, so perhaps he was getting used to it? One did learn to tune out familiar noise over time. Or perhaps he'd simply finally gotten so exhausted that not even the rumbling thunder of Gladio's slackened vocal cords had disturbed him.

He walked into their shared room to find Gladio already present. "Apologies," he said, in their native Lucian Jyllandi. Their room was a place where their first language was the default; elsewhere, the language they spoke in varied depending upon the company, and the topic of conversation. "I thought you'd be in the library."

The room felt strongly of Gladio at all times, to Ignis. Smelled of him too, to be frank; Gladio's choices in soap and deodorant, as well as the pervasive scent that just him, breath, and skin, and body odours one had to get very intimate to recognise had mingled with the same of Ignis's own, scents he could no longer smell.

"Have you found anything?" he asked, removing his jacket and folding it over the back of a chair. Ignis's fact finding had been cautiously fruitful up to now, but so much depended upon how much time they could continue to claim from Insomnia before they were called back.

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"Kadaj," Gladio said. "That skinny silver-haired prettyboy."

It was the only way to describe him, really. Without using the word 'leather catsuit', at least, and Gladio was pretty sure he never wanted those particular words to pass his lips, just in case Ignis took it upon himself to get himself one in purple coeurl print.

He wouldn't put it past him.

"He's been a Summoner for years, apparently. Says it ain't easy, but one of his ... creatures, is a dragon called Bahamut," he grinned.

'Bahamut' was an ancient Pulsian word, long out of use even before the Exodus as a catch-all term. Originally, it was understood to mean 'dragon' and, as such, it seemed to Gladio that the word had been taken and applied to various individuals over time, all draconic in nature or appearance. The version in use in Lucis was the name of the dragon-based emblem on the Kingsglaive uniforms. He was their sigil, their mascot, and his wings were made from swords. Even the Scout emblem was a pair of blade-based wings, even if the rest of the dragon wasn't present.

It had surprised Gladio to find the word in use on the Lowerworld, but there had been trade and travel between certain continents and Pulse so he supposed it made sense.

[thatsit]

Ignis remembered Kadaj. They'd met prior to the meeting where Ignis's estimation of him had been that he was a member, but not a very influential one, and likely one that had been a subordinate. He'd shown a solid grasp of the delicacy of his and Gladio's situation, but had been a bit of a brat about it.

Some of the things he'd said in the meeting, however, suggested that Kadaj was rather aware of the implications of events, suggesting he was more intelligent than he seemed. He also clearly didn't like one of the scientists, for whatever reason.

Ignis tilted his head as he looked at Gladio. He hadn't anticipated Kadaj being that interesting an individual, but his creature's name and form was certainly intriguing. "Really?" he asked. "Well well."

Bahamut was the sigil of the Kingsglaive. Little wonder that Gladio had thought that tidbit of information fascinating enough to mention it. The world had traveled, clearly, but finding it down here wasn't unlike finding reference to Etro's Gate in alchemy.

"Have you seen it?" he asked.

[shieldoftheprince]

"Not yet," he said, disappointment evident on his face.

Summoning didn't sound like his kind of Class, but it sounded fascinating regardless. It was one of those pseudo-Mage Classes and Gladio's specialities tended against the careful control of Chakra and conversion into magic and more towards hitting things with large weapons until they stopped moving.

"He did say he was gonna do some training, though. Maybe we could ask him if we're good to ... y'know, observe?" He suggested.

[thatsit]

Ignis frowned at first. The fact Gladio hadn't witnessed a Summoner in action as yet was rather a pity. Ignis knew so little about the class, and there weren't many things that Ignis didn't know about, so it was immediately fascinating. Summoning, and Alchemy were two things Ivalice had to offer that made Ignis feel thoroughly at sea.

And both sounded fascinating.

He brightened up considerably when Gladio mentioned the possibility of watching Kadaj train. "That," he said, "sounds like a capital idea."