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[timmers]

[Tim has finally decided to rekindle an old hobby and get himself a camera. The video opens to a medium-sized mirror, from which you can see Tim holding up an SLR, dressed casually with a warm jacket, like he might be about to go out.]

It's been a while since I held one of these. Hope I haven't gotten rusty. [Tim smiles a bit wryly, thinking about the last time he'd held a camera.]

More importantly, I'm thinking of shooting a calendar to raise some additional funds for a couple of community activities.  I'm open to theme suggestions, if anyone has any.

If you're feeling braver than that, I'm heading out now to get a feel of things if anyone wants to be a test subject.
Just make sure you're not afraid of heights. [A grin for that, but you've been warned.]

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[timmers]

Must've been a really nice tree. [Tim snorts a bit just imagining it.] I mostly took pictures of people, too, and the odd landscape. I'm a city boy, so that's most of what was around.

What do you drive? Or used to, I guess the car wouldn't make it here.

[coquere]

We all came from the city as well. It was quite the change when we moved beyond the walls.

It was a five-seat convertible. If Prompto does arrive, I'll have him show you a photograph we took with the car.

[timmers]

You mean like the walls here? [Tim leads the way to the Veranda- the wall is fairly visible from here. If Tim squinted enough he could almost imagine seeing the perimeter guard.]

Convertible and roomy? She sounds like a dream. [Athough...] You think he'll come here? [Then again, given that he's living with two of his three adoptive brothers, he supposes the portals may have certain tendencies.]

[coquere]

Similar, yes.

[he shrugs at that] Uncertain. Nothing wrong with making a plan for if he does arrive.

[timmers]

I'll look forward to it. [Tim can hardly disagree. Not with a cloud drive back home full of just that. Instead, he climbs on top of the railing that goes around the short balcony and balances there for a moment.]

Come on up, the wind's great. [It's cold, but fairly gentle for this high up.]

[coquere]

[Ignis follows him. The wind does feel great from up here, even if it isn't being kind to Ignis's hair. He takes a moment to survey the landscape. Being this high gives him an excellent vantage point.

He gets a sudden pang of homesickness. The Crown City had buildings that reached this high, but he never thought to climb up to the top. This is a poor substitute, but it does give him an idea of what it would've been like]

So we're here. What would you like me to do?

[timmers]

Actually. [Tim grins.] This is just the starting point.

[He shades his eyes a bit and points up towards the decorative spire. A narrow ledge just wide enough for a single person goes around its perimeter.] We're going up there. I did promise a climb.

[Crouching down, he takes out the grapple gun and some rope and hooks from his bag.] Have you done any wall climbing before? Rooftop jaunts?

[coquere]

[his eyes follow up to where Tim is pointing. Rather than be bothered by this added height, Ignis merely looks intrigued. Even more so when Tim takes out his supplies. Ignis knows how to use them but never had a need before]

I have some training, but I can't say I do it often.

[timmers]

Well, I could haul you up, but you are a capable guy. [Tim hands him the hooked rope first, taking out a set for his own use. Best leave the gun until he can be sure they need it.]

You just have to swing a bit to get momentum, then... [He demonstrates, throwing the hook overhead so it landed on the edge of the spire ledge, catching on it.] Make sure to give it a few tugs to check if it's secure.

[coquere]

I understand, thank you.

[he takes aim with his own rope, giving it a spin before throwing it. It catches and Ignis gives it a tug to be sure it's secure. If he brought his polearm he could've just vaulted up there, but climbing will do.

And when he gets up there he winds the rope back up so he can give it back to Tim]

[timmers]

[Tim whistles when Ignis pulls it off without a hitch on first try.] Well if you didn't have training, you're a natural.


I'll take a few shots from here before I climb up, sound okay? [He sets the rest of the equipment down carefully and finds a good spot, raising his camera up.] Do what you do naturally with your friend. Or do something new.

[coquere]

Normally I'm throwing daggers and polearms, so I suppose I did have training, in a way.

[he tries to imagine what he would do if he was with the others. Probably just sit and enjoy the view, unless Prompto gathered them together for a group photograph or asked him to pose. Since Tim did neither, Ignis is sitting and enjoying the view]

[timmers]

Polearms? [That's a new one. Tim takes a few shots from this angle, just scoping out how to frame things, so Ignis sitting around is mildly interesting against the backdrop.]

What kind of polearms are we talking about? [Not that he's got a personal interest or anything.]

Oh, and can you stand and just-- step on the spire? Right there.

[coquere]

Javelins, tridents. That sort of thing.

[he complies with the request, still sort of just looking at the view. It's not really in him to do something goofy without being asked or to show off, so that will have to come with direction]

[timmers]

Tridents? That's pretty... niche. Where'd you pick up something like that? Or is the better question: why?

Do any acrobatics?

[coquere]

I am caretaker to the crowned prince of my land, so it was necessary for me to learn fighting skills.

Usually only in battle scenarios.

[timmers]

A crown prince? [That must explain the Ignis' way of speaking. And the slightly stiff air of dignity that reminded him all too much of Alfred. In fact, he was starting to think they'd get on like a house on fire.] Hope they're okay without you back in your old world, then.

Sounds like guarding royalty is a high-spec job. You kind of struck me as an indoors type, at first, but there's more to you than meets the eye, huh?

[coquere]

Oh, he gets along all right. [for now, he won't say that said prince is actually here. Noct probably wants to be incognito]

That is the strategic point. Being seen as a non-threat works to my advantage.

[timmers]

[Tim can appreciate facades. Even if can't really tell Ignis that he's somewhat working on one right now. Sometimes you just have to wear different hats.] That just makes you sound like some kind of superspy. [A grin for that.] You have the accent down and everything.

You remind me a little of someone from home- he's a butler now, but he was pretty accomplished. He doesn't talk about it much, though. [It's a really bad time to miss Alfred. Tim clears his throat a bit.]

So, you know how I asked if you could do a handstand earlier? I was thinking it'd be nice to get a shot of some jumps and maybe a handstand, if you're comfortable doing it.

[coquere]

[hahah, well, Ignis was sort of a butler. Cooking, cleaning, sewing clothes. He doesn't seem to mind the comparison. As for the handstands and such, he will be glad to comply.

It's not really to show off, more just his comfort level on doing things, but he jumps and does a little flip in the air, landing on his hands and holding the position before flipping again and getting back on his feet. Remarkably, his glasses stay on the entire time]

[timmers]

[Tim takes his shots and claps when he's landed back down, duly impressed. Ignis either is very confident or has nerves of steel- while Tim's ready to head off any untoward events, it's all the more impressive that ignis doesn't lose his glasses throughout the whole thing.]

That's great! You're definitely at home up there.

[coquere]

It's nothing, really. I do this sort of thing all the time back home. Not on rooftops, that is. More on cliffsides and the like.

[timmers]

What, really? Does your king really like extreme sports or is it a cultural thing?

[Maybe their city was build on an island and you had to rapell down.]

[coquere]

Neither. I just like being prepared for any circumstance, which worked well in our favor once we traveled beyond the wall.