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I HAVE A VERY PARTICULAR SET OF SKILLS

IN YOUR HONOR MEME

Okay. All right. So. Whether you like this person, love them, hate them, tolerate them - someone else has disrespected them in a way you can't abide by. Friends, family, lover, enemy, it doesn't matter. You're rarin' mad and ready to tussle with somebody in their honor. Maybe they can't do it themselves. Maybe they like watching you do it. Maybe they don't care and you're making a scene. What's the deal?

WHO ARE YOU PROTECTING?

1. FRIEND You're friends. Of course you want to protect them.
2. FOE You hate each other. But sure as hell you're not going to let someone ELSE talk shit on them.
3. LOVER Someone betrayed your lover's (or lovers', we don't judge here) honor! TIME TO FIGHT.
4. FAMILY Protecting your family is natural, isn't it?
5. STRANGER You don't know them, but someone is being awful to them. Fix it.
6. OTHER Who else? I dunno, we're not the cops.

REVENGE METHOD

1. ARGUMENT Use your words to deliver a righteous smackdown.
2. FIGHT Or like, use your fists to deliver a righteous smackdown.
3. MURDER Woah dude, maybe calm down a little.
4. PETTY Little tricks, pranks, whatever. Make their life hell. But quietly.

As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!

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For all his time working in the palace, Nyx had not had reason nor cause to come to the top deck. He wasn't here for anything other than guard duty and thankfully Drautos had not given specifics of who was to be guarded, by whom, or where to stand. That meant Nyx was free to put his back to the giant aquarium to observe the party. Otherwise? He would have been staring at it the whole time, lost in the giant sea creatures and shimmer of the lights of the whole city reflected off the tall glass.

Insomnia had a great many sights, many of which he'd seen but most of which he hadn't. Nyx took his position in the Kingsglaive very seriously, maybe too seriously some would say, those same fellow Glaives who teasingly called him a hero. If being a hero meant doing the right thing, a hero he would be. Nyx wasn't quite so full of himself to think of it in those terms exactly, but he knew he was the best on his team. The reason for that wasn't altruistic though and whenever he thought of his sister, being a hero was not at all on his mind.

The Princess came and spoke with him a minute after which Nyx gave her the hairpin, and then she was off to mingle with the signing ceremony's more auspicious attendees. Nyx watched her a moment before his eyes went back to scanning the crowd. Again and again his gaze fixated on a creature surely as exotic and strange as those in the aquarium behind him. Nyx could only guess at who the man was, with his over-the-top clothing and grandiose gesticulations as he spoke to various people. While he assumed this was someone from Niflheim, he really didn't know.

During one of these moments Nyx was caught off his game with staring at the man, he observed someone getting heated as they spoke to the stranger. Nyx narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around the party before deciding he should investigate before anything got out of hand. Amid the clamor of conversation, tinkling glasses of wine, and music his boots were silent as they approached the pair.

How many of these had he attended in the past? How droll and diplomatically painful for everyone that conceded to such notions! The tension was palatable, however, and his glass of champagne was second at best. Until the spill of the man’s drink through his words came pouring out with true sustenance! “I dare say you’re cross with me…?” Ardyn stated not at all with discomfort, but for amusement!

He had been drawn into the conversation by an eager representative of the orphan charity that had quite the influx of youth newly orphaned by the unkind war. “My heart surely aches for those children, I detest the thought of children having to grow up too fast for the loss of their caretakers.. truly.” Or at least it sounded quite nice.

The man did not seem sated in the least and took a jab at Ardyn with a distasteful bitter comment.

“Oh!” Ardyn responded, shock forming his expression, “I assure you, sir, I mean every bit of word.. that is why we are here, to close this ruptured vein and give peace to those so long without it..” Ardyn then noticed a man walking their way—

Oho—it was not just any man! It was a man of the prestige Kingsglaive! “Oh, hullo!” He was all smiles. Which seemed to only infuriate his previous conversation partner.

“You Nifs don’t mean a damn word you say!” The charitable representative boldly offered with that champagne heavy scent to his breath.