MAJOR ARCANA - Put a card in my ask box!

marginalfighter:

_{Zig was more than aware most, if not all, of his close friends and family wouldn’t hesitate to give their lives to him. It happened in the past, the future wouldn’t change. The thought warmed his heart, although it also wounded it too. He couldn’t protect people if they were dying for him.} 

You may all accept these rewards, however I would advise you not. I'm not suggesting no one can protect me, but I won't allow you to die for me. As for the bullets in my arm... The wounds aren't bleeding anymore, however I have nothing to treat them with. They are my "punishment" for stepping out of line, so they won't treat them until they begin to kill me. Not sure when that is. 

_{I call shenanigans on that front, Noel. You're strangely defensive all of a sudden; was I right? Don't answer, I know I was. You are a lucky soul I'm not allowed to give orders without taking a bullet, which I'm not in the mood for. Mark my words Kreiss, I WILL cut your hair. It'll be gorgeous and you will regret doubting my styling abilities.}

_{Thanks to growing up around girls, Zig was used to having to do Missy’s hair or even Haru’s if she wanted to “be presentable” for Faz. His skills in terms of hair and more girly things may have rusted a little with time, but he could cut Noel’s hair to a less obnoxious length and still keep it looking nice. He was thinking somewhere around his personal length; no one could grab it well and people liked his hair. Win-win…minus the bullet added to his bullet collection.}

_{Alright, I can do that. It wasn't your fault; I would have tried looking outside myself sometime and they'd shoot me just the same. As for me, I'm alright. The wound's really small, although I can't put too much pressure on it and it's going to make my pants smell like blood. I already smell like sweat, so I won't be surprised if they tie me up and dump buckets of water on me to clean me off.}

_{It was good to be aware of that fact, because it made one far more careful than if they had no clue to begin with, didn’t it? You knew to be cautious when doing anything and everything, because you might put others in danger all the while. And it made you fight harder knowing warm arms were coming home to greet you as well—Zig should know that fact all too well, for it was one of the things he cherished most after the fight with the ivinos queen, did he not?}

_{I don't think you'll get any of us to actually comply with that line of thinking anytime soon Zig. You're gonna have to learn to live with that fact that people love you so much they're willing to die rather than be alive in a world in which you do not exist any longer. I know you know what would happen if I allowed you to die on my watch, correc--Those...Bastards. They are so lucky that I--I erm, let's hope we don't let it get to the point where it gets that bad, huh? I'd hate for that to really hurt you...}

W-Whatever Zig! You'll have to make sure to come home as quick as you can to make good on that promise now, won'tcha? Heh, let's hope it doesn't get past my shoulders like it is now, huh? Ahaha, I used to have it so long it was in a braid when I was really young you know--Too bad Caius chopped it all off until it was about as short as...Hm, that Bayger guy who's really damn creepy? Yeah, that sounds about right. Ugh, that was a nightmare for me in all honesty. 

_{Oh how he always hated his hair short, no one ever seemed to understand. But his usual length was always okay by him—And the times it was growing out of proportion, oh well he’d wait until someone said something. It’s not like it was nothing much of anyone else—Minus their eyes, then again Noel wasn’t the person to talk to about beauty worries. He couldn’t care less about his appearance.} 

Still...I feel bad for getting you far more hurt than your already were Zig. And you're far from alright in my book, got it? You being alright would be us never having to ever have this conversation and we'd be yelling about how my hair is too long and I'd be making you dinner and we'd have a happy night...Oh goddess, I hope this is over soon. But on a weird note--Can you smell anything from the air wafting from the breeze the window lets in? That might just help me out quite a bit. 

Whelp, so me and Kika have been talking about how we organize all the Last Ranker peoples and Noel into a Persona 4 based AU, so here are my thoughts and stuff one everyone’s arcana and shadows and stuff.

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marginalfighter:

_{Although Noel admitted he wished he had the words to change Zig’s mind, he gave up trying to force a change. It’d have a little more success if they were physically in front of each other, yet Zig was a couple to hundreds of miles away from the city. Or for all he knew, he was in the city somewhere no one thought to look. If only he hadn’t passed out, finding out where he was wouldn’t be so difficult.} 

I understand your concern Noel, I really do. My reluctance is nothing personal; believe me, I trust you thoroughly. What hangs me up are the "rewards" for helping me, most of them being quick deaths or lethal injuries. If the situation wasn't so dangerous and downright terrible, I would have brought you with me. I already have bullets somewhere in my arm that I'll have to remove somehow, and I'd rather you not experience what I am right now. 

Oh yes, I still remember. I don't forget these things, Noel. You know it gets in the way of your eyes. I bet you a million B its in your way right now. Just cut it already. 

_{The extended pause in their conversation marked he hit the nail on the head. Noel kept saying he wanted his hair long, yet he always brushed it to the side like it annoyed him. He was engaged to a very bipolar man.} 

Not really, no. There is a window right next to me, just give me a second--

_{As soon as Zig went quiet, shouting and a gunshot forcibly broke the pause; he was ordered to sit back down and took a bullet in the leg as punishment. Alright then, no standing up allowed…} 

Scratch that, they don't want me standing. I'll do my best to look outside tonight since the guys watching me inside fall asleep rather early. The guys outside don't care so long as I'm inside. I just hope I can stand now that they shot me. 

_{Right now trying to change Zig’s opinion about love and self sacrifice was not of the biggest degree of import at the given moment. But if it kept him calm, well he wasn’t going to give up the argument. It kept the both of them calm, did it not?} 

We've all accepting what the rewards sometimes entail Zig, don't act like you don't already know that fact by now. But oh god--Are you alright? See? You should have brought someone with yo, because those could poison you if left inside too long...Won't they tend to your wounds or anything...? I swear to Etro I'll get you out of there before anything worse happen, okay?

M-My hair is just fine, got it Kraft? It's a little long but I like it that way and that is how it will stay until someone holds me down and chops it all off--And DO NOT GET SOMEONE TO DO THAT. I might kill someone if they do it, just warning you. If you insist, you'll be allowed to cut it when you get back, sound good?

And you should know if you want something done, you'd best do it yourself, riiiiight Zig?

_{He had to make some light of the situation, and his hair was always to poke fun at. He liked it long, yet it annoyed him in reality. He hated how conflicting it was—He ended up chopping it all off for many, many reasons anyway, so there weren’t any worries there. Besides a ranker could grab it during a fight and—Ouch…It hurt to think about.}

_{He was about to ask something else, but he heard the gunshot and then nearly screamed but stopped himself, before calming down and speaking again.} 

...Zig, let's...Let's keep it to questions that are yes or no and can be answered easily. I don't want you to get injured because of me again, oh goddess help me and you right about now...Are you alright...? 

marginalfighter:

_{Noel didn’t have to explain how people were fine sacrificing themselves for you if they liked you to him. Zig knew the consequences of letting that sort of behavior slide too often, so it wasn’t something he often embraced. Sure, he would accept help here and there, but if there was danger of death, he’d typically decline offers to assist him even for a minute or two. He could forgive Noel anyhow.} 

I know and somewhat regret it. People are almost too willing in my opinion. Most people who try helping me die painfully. I'm still wary about accepting help, so bear with me Noel. I would rather not take any unnecessary risks if it means risking your torture along with mine. They have to keep me alive, but they could kill you and not lose a thing. Just like cutting your hair, which you should do. 

I'd say. I remember asking about your grandmother before, though you weren't in much of a mood to answer me. Though speaking of painful things, I now have a hint and complaint; It is HOT in here. I feel like this shed thing or whatever is going to combust and kill me before anyone finds me. Even some of their own men are complaining! Ugh, kill me now... 

_{The Ranker lamented about the heat, having already taken off all of his upper body clothing besides his gauntlet in an attempt to cool down. Ghandoar’s summers were relentless anywhere outside the northern part of the land. Those were just cold year-round, and he was starting to miss that cold air.}

_{Well Zig was acting like he had no clue when it came to this commonplace ideal—Love made many do completely insane things out of wanting to protect that person or to simply keep them at their happiest. He knew the symptoms all too well—Far too many times Had he given into the temptation of it—But for Zig’s sake he learned to be cautious. Because things were different, especially when you were no longer the one who was doing the protecting in the relationship, full time.}

I wish I could say something to change your mind on the matter, but you are stubborn as a behemoth--I'm not even gonna waste my breath on that one. I've learned far better than that by now. But I understand, once upon a time I wouldn't even let Serah heal me if I was hurt. Trust is earned, and it takes a long time to even do so. And I've been tortured in a sense Zig, I'd be fine, don't you worry about it. It take more than that to kill me yo-

-YOU'RE STILL ON ABOUT THAT? Oh c'mon now Zig, I like it long. Is it so wrong that I simply enjoy growing out my hair...? You're all against it for no reason.

_{He had to pause for a second to huff…And Brush the hair out of his eyes for the moment. Zig had a point but he was admitting nothing in the least. He hated being wrong you know Zig—but he did pick up about that heat comment.}

Wait, can you give me any other clues about where you are? Like is there a window or something--I know it's asking for a lot at the moment but it'll help us all. That leaves all of the places to the south, but I doubt they're keeping you in La-Kit ruins or in Cantalera...Right?

_{Oh this was something—He still had that map right? He pulled it out, and a pen. Nothing in the north could possibly be a part of their plan, so little x’s marked those locations off one by one—He was gonna find Zig. He just needed some hints, naturally. but some places would just be no, right? Cantalera was surely not somewhere they would take him either…}

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laufeeyson:

Describe a character really badly in my ask and I’ll try to guess who it is.

marginalfighter:

_{Noel brought up a point. In terms of social interaction, the best he was offered were phone calls that the guys holding him captive could hear in the next room. They didn’t really restrict him too much on the calling aspect minus the obvious “don’t tell them where this is” or “don’t warn them of our plans.” Other than that, the Anti-Bazaltans didn’t really care what sort of things he said.}

Sort of, although I wouldn't want to risk anyone else's life because of me. Besides, I wouldn't want anyone to have to experience something like this just so I can have company. And about taking someone else, they told me in advance they'd only take me; any "extras" wouldn't live to tell the tale. You can also tell Faz I owe him jack unless he saves me before you do. And, to be frank, I don't believe he will. He's got Suva to babysit and you to take care of when needed. 

...If you want to, I don't see why not. I'd say tell my mother too, but Ivinos knows where she might be. My father's name is Marius if you were wondering before I forget. But you know, you never told me much about your grandmother outside basic things. I'll remember to ask about her later. 

_{At best, Zig knew Noel’s grandmother raised him and told him stories about the past. They were somewhat broad topics to describe a person, although he wasn’t one to complain. He hadn’t really told Noel much about his father either. The topic could be sensitive in a few areas, so he didn’t really talk or answer questions about him often. Noel would understand; he was good at that.}

_{He ended up being right in a conversation with Zig for once. How nice—The feeling would be a lot better by him if Zig was actually physically here arguing with him—But it still made him sad due to the therefore lack of his presence. He missed him something terrible already—And it had only been a couple hours that passed…Imagine days or weeks without Zig? He’d prefer to not do so.} 

It comes with the territory Zig. When people love you, they're willing to do anything for you. And that's a risk in itself--Marriage means a gamble, didn't you know? But if you never a take a chance, how can you ever really say what would have happened, huh? And like hell he will--He has his own little brat to worry about, you're right. Who seems to be keeping him very busy these days you know. Heh. 

It'll be something to talk about once you're safe and sound, huh? Sorry for not really giving you details all this time--But you never asked either you know...But I wouldn't want to pry in any way about your family. I know it's hard to talk about the past when it's painful...But if you'd trust me enough to talk about yours, I'll tell you all of mine as well. 

_{And it was so rare for Noel to even volunteer such information so willingly—He wasn’t sure if Hope ever really knew that much about him in reality. Then again he never knew anything special about the director either—Unlike how it was with Zig. He seemed to know just about everything when it came to the last ranker. The thought itself made him smile, ever so slightly.}