Ignis had done most of the donkey work when it came to forging alliances within the clan. He'd spoken to the important people, rubbed shoulders with the types of folk who terrified other members for whatever reason. He'd charmed and schmoozed and cooked and generally put every ounce of his training as Prince Noctis's future Hang to the test amongst some of the most deplorable people in Spira and it had worked, for the most part.
Gladio... had chatted to the girls, hung around being more idle about things. He'd not zeroed in on the powerful, nor had he sought out the influential. Instead, he'd kept his ear to the ground and mingled with the minions, a job more befitting his station as a bodyguard.
Kadaj was an odd case. He was a proper member of the Clan, but somebody who mingled more readily with the underlings of others. Gladio had discovered that he was only recently a full member, promoted from underling rather than coming in at that level to begin with. That had knocked value somewhat, but that hadn't stopped Gladio finding him interesting enough to chat to. The minions seemed to know more of what was going on within the Clan than the real members, anyway.
He'd also learned some personal details. One of them was that Kadaj was a Summoner. The class didn't exist on Jylland, entirely due to a lack of Fayths to commune with, rather than a lack of movement between the continents, as was the case with Alchemists.
It had sounded very interesting, so they'd chatted about it and before too long, had arranged to see him and one of the other Summoners train.
Of course, that had introduced them to the underground training facility, which was mindblowing, all things considered. Below ground, much like the Desert Palace itself, but lower, with its own fake sky and borrowed weather. It was incredible.
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Date: 2019-08-15 12:02 pm (UTC)Gladio... had chatted to the girls, hung around being more idle about things. He'd not zeroed in on the powerful, nor had he sought out the influential. Instead, he'd kept his ear to the ground and mingled with the minions, a job more befitting his station as a bodyguard.
Kadaj was an odd case. He was a proper member of the Clan, but somebody who mingled more readily with the underlings of others. Gladio had discovered that he was only recently a full member, promoted from underling rather than coming in at that level to begin with. That had knocked value somewhat, but that hadn't stopped Gladio finding him interesting enough to chat to. The minions seemed to know more of what was going on within the Clan than the real members, anyway.
He'd also learned some personal details. One of them was that Kadaj was a Summoner. The class didn't exist on Jylland, entirely due to a lack of Fayths to commune with, rather than a lack of movement between the continents, as was the case with Alchemists.
It had sounded very interesting, so they'd chatted about it and before too long, had arranged to see him and one of the other Summoners train.
Of course, that had introduced them to the underground training facility, which was mindblowing, all things considered. Below ground, much like the Desert Palace itself, but lower, with its own fake sky and borrowed weather. It was incredible.