[Noct doesn't seem that surprised to be waking up somewhere weird - considering he's still not sure this isn't all just some kind of dream, the fact that it's turned into a nightmare really isn't that odd. It's when he steps forward - and suddenly warps that the surprise turns into excitement as he calls up his carousel of weapons, bringing his sword to hand. He dismisses it a moment later as he starts forward, heading deeper into this new kind of hell. Now that he has his sword back, he needs to find Prompto, to make sure he can get his guns back to him - and see what else he can do to help people as he goes.]
II. Nightmare: A Stitch in Time
[The shadows recede, and Noct looks around warily - and then draws his sword from nowhere, pointing it at either the closest person or thin air.]
You.
[The expression on his face is one no one here has seen, yet. He's furious, eyes dark, jaw clenching. He's no longer seeing whatever's real, here, but instead someone who's made his life hell for months, who was the instrument of his father's death, who almost made him kill Prompto, who killed Luna, who killed Ravus, who stood by and laughed as the Crystal drew Noct in. Now that he's here, that Noct has his sword in hand, he's not going to hesitate.]
III. Nightmare: Holding Back the Dark
[The shadows recede - and the daemons swarm. Noct draws his sword, pushing them back - but they keep coming. He darts around the room in flashes of blue light, dodging some of the attacks and countering others, pushing back the gnashing teeth and swiping claws.]
[Another swarm gathers, and he throws a dagger and warps after it - and then turns to throw a flask that explodes in a shower of ice, leaving the daemons frozen in its wake. Noct takes the moment to catch his breath - and then calls up his sword again as the few stronger ones begin to break free of the ice.]
[He hasn't gone all out, yet, keeping that in his backpocket in case anything bigger decides to show its face, but he's definitely making it obvious now what kind of fighter he is.]
IV. Exploration
[When Noct manages to avoid the nightmares, he makes his way deeper into the tunnels. He jumps in to help where he can, resting occasionally. He has energy drinks that will help with injuries and a variety of weapons he can call up as long as you promise to give them back later. He's used to these sorts of places, considering their hunts for the Royal Arms, the upgrades to the Regalia, and the assorted jobs they picked up.]
[The flesh thing is a little horrifying, but hey. He's coping.]
Noctis Lucis Caelum } OTA
[Noct doesn't seem that surprised to be waking up somewhere weird - considering he's still not sure this isn't all just some kind of dream, the fact that it's turned into a nightmare really isn't that odd. It's when he steps forward - and suddenly warps that the surprise turns into excitement as he calls up his carousel of weapons, bringing his sword to hand. He dismisses it a moment later as he starts forward, heading deeper into this new kind of hell. Now that he has his sword back, he needs to find Prompto, to make sure he can get his guns back to him - and see what else he can do to help people as he goes.]
II. Nightmare: A Stitch in Time
[The shadows recede, and Noct looks around warily - and then draws his sword from nowhere, pointing it at either the closest person or thin air.]
You.
[The expression on his face is one no one here has seen, yet. He's furious, eyes dark, jaw clenching. He's no longer seeing whatever's real, here, but instead someone who's made his life hell for months, who was the instrument of his father's death, who almost made him kill Prompto, who killed Luna, who killed Ravus, who stood by and laughed as the Crystal drew Noct in. Now that he's here, that Noct has his sword in hand, he's not going to hesitate.]
III. Nightmare: Holding Back the Dark
[The shadows recede - and the daemons swarm. Noct draws his sword, pushing them back - but they keep coming. He darts around the room in flashes of blue light, dodging some of the attacks and countering others, pushing back the gnashing teeth and swiping claws.]
[Another swarm gathers, and he throws a dagger and warps after it - and then turns to throw a flask that explodes in a shower of ice, leaving the daemons frozen in its wake. Noct takes the moment to catch his breath - and then calls up his sword again as the few stronger ones begin to break free of the ice.]
[He hasn't gone all out, yet, keeping that in his backpocket in case anything bigger decides to show its face, but he's definitely making it obvious now what kind of fighter he is.]
IV. Exploration
[When Noct manages to avoid the nightmares, he makes his way deeper into the tunnels. He jumps in to help where he can, resting occasionally. He has energy drinks that will help with injuries and a variety of weapons he can call up as long as you promise to give them back later. He's used to these sorts of places, considering their hunts for the Royal Arms, the upgrades to the Regalia, and the assorted jobs they picked up.]
[The flesh thing is a little horrifying, but hey. He's coping.]
V. Wildcard
[You name it, I'll play it!]