[ He knows, logically, that there should be far more thought put into this. He's seen the madness spawned forth from the mist, the way it entrances and ensnares peoples minds, pulls them out the doors and out into the dim fog, only for them to be rendered apart into pieces. He knows it's very unlikely that Noctis is even here-- After all, he feel completely cut off from the Armiger, from his ability to draw from the Crystal's power through the young royal... and that means that either someone has found a way to negate the ability entirely, or that Noctis simply isn't here, on this plane, this 'Earth'.
But even if the odds are impossibly slim of it actually being Noctis that he sees there, stepping out into the fog, and not some other dark-haired, dark-clad youth... it's still a chance. And Ignis will never let himself not try, if his (friend, brother, leige) king is in danger.
He'd been on the upper level when he first caught a glimpse of the maybe-Noctis cautiously stepping out of the doors, and immediately finds the closest stairs to begin bolting down. (Maybe this is why they keep stepping out and getting themselves killed. Perhaps the fog is already inside their minds, picking apart the faces and forms they know will have people throwing themselves out into it for. It would make them such easy prey.
He doesn't care.)
He's halfway down the staircase when Noctis returns to the blood-streaked doors, panicked and pounding against them, and deftly places one gloved hand on the railing and vaults over the side of it to get to the bottom floor faster, immediately springing from the landing to make a mad dash for the doors.]
Noct! I'm here!
[There's every chance that throwing open the doors could kill them all. That this was all some sort of trick, illusion. That a fog beast is close enough to shove and force its way in, that their tenuous sanctuary will be broken because of him.
He doesn't care. Not when Noctis needs his help.
There's no hesitancy as the door is thrown wide and his wrist his grabbed, pulling the young royal back onto the tiles. There's blood streaking in behind them from the puddle outside, but even after the doors are closed, he doesn't loosen his grip on Noctis's arm, looking over him desperately.]
joining the mistakes bandwagon
But even if the odds are impossibly slim of it actually being Noctis that he sees there, stepping out into the fog, and not some other dark-haired, dark-clad youth... it's still a chance. And Ignis will never let himself not try, if his (friend, brother, leige) king is in danger.
He'd been on the upper level when he first caught a glimpse of the maybe-Noctis cautiously stepping out of the doors, and immediately finds the closest stairs to begin bolting down. (Maybe this is why they keep stepping out and getting themselves killed. Perhaps the fog is already inside their minds, picking apart the faces and forms they know will have people throwing themselves out into it for. It would make them such easy prey.
He doesn't care.)
He's halfway down the staircase when Noctis returns to the blood-streaked doors, panicked and pounding against them, and deftly places one gloved hand on the railing and vaults over the side of it to get to the bottom floor faster, immediately springing from the landing to make a mad dash for the doors.]
Noct! I'm here!
[There's every chance that throwing open the doors could kill them all. That this was all some sort of trick, illusion. That a fog beast is close enough to shove and force its way in, that their tenuous sanctuary will be broken because of him.
He doesn't care. Not when Noctis needs his help.
There's no hesitancy as the door is thrown wide and his wrist his grabbed, pulling the young royal back onto the tiles. There's blood streaking in behind them from the puddle outside, but even after the doors are closed, he doesn't loosen his grip on Noctis's arm, looking over him desperately.]
Are you hurt? What were you doing?!