Prompt 1:
 t’s a normal day in the Town – a little chilly, but otherwise sunny and relatively pleasant –which is what makes it all the more offensive that it’s once again up to no good.
This time?
It happens when you eat.
Eating anything red will cause you to grow – the more you eat, the more you grow. If you’re not careful, you could become absolutely massive. Eating anything blue will cause you to shrink – the more you eat, the more, again, you shrink. Don’t worry, though. Eating yellow foods will turn you back to normal.
Oh…and remember that foods aren’t always the colors you’re used to them being here.
Prompt 2:
t’s a good thing you’ve adjusted to the Town a bit! You’re probably wearing some of the classic peasant fashion that can be found and scavenged in the Town, whether for warmth or to give your poor regular clothes a break or because they’re covered in the blood of fairies… either way, here you are in some colorless, hideous grey peasant clothing of various types.
Which is why it’s all the worse when it suddenly has color again. Maybe it’s bright orange. Maybe it’s puce colored. Maybe it’s a horrifying mix of pink and purple. Either way, there’s no chance any of what you’re wearing matches.
You can definitely thank someone in the Town for this one.
Prompt 3:
 he quest sits proudly and simple on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too:
Quest 63
Retrieve a pair of fairy wings.
Requirements: Any two colors.
Surely you can manage that much! So off into the woods you go to find some fairies. Of course, they’re mean, nasty little buggers, full of various types of magic and tricks up their little fairy sleeves, so they won’t exactly be easy to take care of. But you finally manage. You’re victorious, and proudly have a defeated fairy in your hands.
… Yeah, of course you have to rip the wings off yourself if you want to bring them back. Anything less just won’t do. Gross.
This quest was way more trouble than it was worth.
Prompt 4:
he woods looms ominously over the Town pretty constantly… and that’s just something you have to get used to. But then, from the depths of the woods, in the darkness under the tree branches, there’s…a light. It’s a small, flickering light, as if from a lantern in the distance.
You…should go see what it is, right? There’s a strong, strong urge to do so. Maybe you think someone out there needs help. Maybe you think the person there has answers, or knows a way out.
Either way…the will-o-wisps will try to lure you deeply into the woods. Deeper, and deeper and deeper… until you slam right on into one of those golems, or banshees or hydras or many others. You can thank your fellow townspeople for their existence out there – but either way, they’re nasty and mean. Hopefully someone saw you wandering in there and followed to give you a hand, because chances are, you’ll need it.
Extra:
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[That comes out utterly flat. No more nervous chuckling at Ardyn's attempts at levity, not from Prompto. He's not playing anymore.
Finally, though, the gun moves. He doesn't lower it, but lifts its muzzle up and away, index off the trigger. It's still there in Prompto's hand, ready for the quick draw, but no longer aimed at Ardyn's face. Progress?]
You're right, though. I do know. So there isn't really any point acting like we're friends, is there.
[Disinterested, his gaze flickers down to the dead and shattered hydra, then back up to Ardyn. There's only one real threat here, and it's not made of rock candy.]
So what're you after this time, Ardyn? There's nothing for you here. No lives to ruin or kingdoms to destroy. Pretty boring, TBH.
[He taps the top of his gun against his shoulder, idly hostile.]
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[ For once it's an honest question, Ardyn's eyebrows raising. There is no reason to lie on this part, not when it seems everyone goes through the same thing.]
Contrary to popular belief, I was not sat back in Insomnia thinking on how I would follow you all to another place. I woke up in a well just like everyone else.
[ Ardyn wonders if Prompto will accept that, watching carefully as the gun in pulled away. Good, he doesn't want any of his own blood on these clothes.]
At this time I want to see what these lights are about. Nothing more, nothing less. So take that how you will, dear Prompto.
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Insomnia?
[Well, too late to pretend he's not confused about that. Prompto blinks a couple times and then shakes his head, taking another half-step away, ratcheting down open war another quarter-notch.]
What's left for you there? You already got what you wanted, didn't you?
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[ The shock isn't expected though, not from the gunner and not for the first time Ardyn can feel his eyebrows rising. Prompto is acting shocked like it's something he hasn't heard before let alone experienced.
Unless...
Really? Ardyn could almost laugh at the irony.]
Why don't you know?
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But anyway, yeah, that sure gets his hackles back up.]
If it's something I'm supposed to know, why don't you tell me instead of dancing around it? Oh, never mind, it's because you're a twisted, genocidal creep.
[From Prompto, it's less strategic fishing for information and more barely-suppressed murder. His finger's still itching on his gun.]
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Genocidal? I'm not the one holding a gun to someone's head. [ Too much maybe but Ardyn can't help himself. After everything that went on it's a small miracle the gunner can even hold a conversation without pulling the trigger. ]
If I told you everything I know, you wouldn't believe it. "You're lying," you'll say, huffing and squaring your shoulders. Your loyalty towards Noct all but guarantees it.
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Don't try to tell me what I will and won't do. You don't know a thing about me.
[He isn't one of Ardyn and Verstael's mechanical hellspawn. He's a Lucian. He's Noct's Crown citizen. He's good enough for Noct.]
Besides, I don't even have to be loyal to Noct to call you a liar when it's what you are. [In a display of Bad Gun EtiquetteTM, Prompto wags his gun like a disapproving pointer finger.] All you've ever done is lie and yank us around, like it's so. Much. Fun. After everyone you killed! All those innocent people!
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[ Ardyn actually shrugs, giving the gun nothing more than a fed up look. Really now, this is going in circles. At this rate they'll both be stood there ten years later having the same conversation. The ex-chancellor knows he has to think of the bigger picture right now, to figure out exactly what buttons he needs to press before hitting them.]
Tell you what. As a show of good faith, you tell me the last thing you remember happening and I will do the same in return. You have my word. [ He pauses, looking thoughtful for a few seconds. ] And if I refuse to tell you then I'll let you shoot me, consider it a freebie.
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It takes a long, visible moment to master the fury, to force himself--and it really does take some force--to lower the gun all the way. To scrutinize Ardyn's offer with all the suspicion it deserves. Prompto's not the strategist. He's the emotional heart.
But when he finally speaks, his voice is low and even and wary.]
You first.
[...And petulant, a little. But Ardyn does seem to actually know something he doesn't, and all those things Ardyn's been so good at knowing all this time have never turned out any good for any of them.]
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Ah ah, I asked first. Besides, there's no guarantee you can give me that you won't just take the information and run with it. At least this way around there's good reason for me to tell you.
[ From the sounds of things Prompto doesn't seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to current events. That coupled with the other's youthful visage..... Ardyn may have been born at night but he wasn't born last night.]
Your choice, otherwise I'll be going back to my humble abode to poke at that laptop some more.
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[He finally drops the death glare to glance away, hesitating, scratching the back of his neck with the side of his gun. The little hairs on his skin are standing up, warning him it's a trap!
But any time Ardyn opens his mouth, it feels like a trap. That's just the kind of guy he is. Oily, rotten-sweet, like those flowers that lure in bugs and eat them.
To Ardyn, he probably is something like a bug. That thought makes his skin crawl, too. Prompto shudders, looks up once more, and then swallows his better judgment.]
I remember Zegnautus Keep.
[That's nice and vague, and it could cover a lot of different things happening, but Prompto finds that he wants Ardyn to be specific, he wants to know what he's doing in Insomnia, he wants all that stupid dancing to stop.]
You got Noct away from us for two seconds and he was gone. And then you brushed us off like we were nothing.
[Even Gladio. Even Ignis. And Noct was gone.]
That's what I remember.
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Which is why the whole thing is so much fun! It means that the rare time Ardyn does tell the truth it will always be up in the air with a question mark over it, a cause of discussion as to why or why it wasn't legitimate. It's definitely time to test that theory as Ardyn actually makes a surprised sound when Prompto finally speaks.]
Really? This place certainly likes it's games, hm? [ Sure it was vague but it gives Ardyn a good enough reference point to put his own suspicions. Prompto's appearance at least gives it some credit and Ardyn knows he too can be vague, or at least tell things that Noctis will already know when he gets there.]
Fair is fair and I did give my word. Some time after Zegnatus I was waiting in Insomnia for dear Noct and his friends - you included. The sun has gone out and everything is dark, bathed in perpetual shadow for what is probably eternity.
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[But that's the only objection Prompto makes to the news. He doesn't fight that Ardyn could be in Insomnia, that he could be from the future, that the sun could be hidden or even extinguished; that's where his loyalty to Noct lies, in his unshakable faith.
Noct's gonna make the world a better place.]
What do you mean by "some time after"? I was specific, you know.