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Post by Emet-Selch on Sept 27, 2020 21:23:12 GMT -6
all our splendour
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
Tonight, he would find a play. A lover of the arts, Hades always enjoyed watching actors on a stage, stepping into roles they sometimes had no relation to in reality, and giving it their all. Even if they were critical of him in particular, he never really minded it. It also doubled as a way for him to relax and collect his thoughts, and in truth, he had quite a bit to think about. The Starscourge thrummed throughout him, "threatening" or perhaps desiring to tear its way through him and turn him into one of those misbegotten creatures. He ignored it and contained it. For Hades, the plague could not hope to mar him. It was darkness, pure and simple, and something like this, he knew how to control. It almost disgusted him, honestly, just how that man had been using what could have undoubtedly been a force for good if properly applied. Even with this "plague" he could already think of several, more constructive uses for it, especially when paired with its opposing element. But, alas, that wasn't the only thing that had been bothering him, no, for the Ascian, there were plenty of other things on his mind.
Most tellingly, his recent discoveries regarding this world. Time held no meaning. Space held no meaning as well, but time was the true thing worth noting. Whatever this place was, it existed outside any regulated flow of time. No matter the era, no matter the timeline, this world, and whoever pulled its strings, could pull anyone or anything from their own respective streams and bring them here. That other Warrior of Light had been proof that the myriad branches could be plucked and used as desired, and his interaction with Venat, however brief, proved that it was possible to pull from any point, even if that point was from the days when his Star was unsundered, and his people were whole and hale and healthy. Especially, if that point was from before the Final Days.
For Hades, that changed everything.
That opened up the possibility of salvation, of being able to save his people. It presented a solution that he and the other Paragons had never even contemplated. They had always striven to save both their people and their Star. However, for Hades, his people, his loved ones, had always come before the Star. As much as he loved his home, he would sacrifice it to see his people whole again. For such a miracle, he would gladly pay any price. This world would need work, of course. An underworld would have to be created, and these others... well, he hadn't gotten an accurate gauge on them just yet, but all the concern about foreigners and outsiders in that monthly magazine he read gave him his doubts that his people would be freely welcomed in this world.
He found himself strolling down the streets of Sonora at night. Despite their hostility to outsiders, the guards never gave him much trouble. Mostly because he had money. A productive and lucrative outsider was a welcome outsider, it seemed. The street lights shined a way forward as he continued, hands in his pockets. He couldn't well keep wearing that regalia, no longer being an emperor and all that, even if this body could still claim as such. He'd have to craft a new one, eventually, but that was an issue for another time. For now, he looked at the signs as he passed through, their neon lights announcing to the world what lay within, and well, he was looking for a theater. Hmm... plays were nice, but maybe an opera? He'd find something.
I hope he doesn't die immediately for stealing from Emet.
True beauty is an expression of the heart
Someone had told Andrea when he had first arrived that Sonora was the closest city to Midgar on this planet, and he could see why as soon as he approached the heavily-guarded gates. Their entire military operation screamed Shinra, though that and the skyscrapers was about as far as the similarities went. Having lived his entire life under the plate, Andrea had never seen snow before, so he had to keep pausing to marvel at the white flakes drifting from the sky. Whatever heinous actions the Sonoran government might take, he didn’t find any comparisons to Shinra to be all that fair. At least Sonora’s slums had a nice view, for one.
Andrea had nowhere in particular to be, so he was quite content to wander the streets for a time just taking in the sights. Truthfully, he was hoping to find somewhere similar enough to Wall Market that it would give him a place to settle down, though he wouldn’t mind it being a tad less shady than the original had been. Any other gang leader would certainly be a marked improvement over Don Corneo.
He really should find somewhere to start over at soon, as reluctant as he was to replace the Honey Bee Inn in his heart. Still, life went on, and he’d been dealt a hand that meant he had to begin at the bottom again. He’d have to work his way up as a performer again of course, but Andrea had plenty of confidence in his ability to capture a crowd’s attention. If only he could find a stage that suited him.
In the meantime, Andrea would just have to make a living in the same manner that he had as a child in Sector 6. Not that pick-pocketing gave him any joy of course, but as long as the money came from someone who wouldn’t miss it, then it didn’t particularly weigh on his conscience either. Some people had plenty of money, and others had none. That was just the way of the world. Speaking of which, he’d likely need to steal a little more before he was able to settle in for the night. He kept his eye out for a suitable candidate as he walked, and finally his attention caught on to a brunette man with a fascinating white streak through his hair standing outside a local theatre.
It pained him a little to take from a man with such fashion sense--Andrea himself was rather particular to fur and gold decoration--but his clothes looked nice enough that the stranger could certainly afford to spare the cost of a night’s stay at an inn. Sidling across the street, Andrea took note of where his pockets were before he walked directly into the man.
Wallet out. Some gil slipped discreetly up his sleeve. Wallet tucked securely back in the man’s pocket.
“I’m terribly sorry, sir. I’ve no idea how I missed a man as distinctive as you.” Andrea righted himself before touching at his chest and giving him a slightly theatrical bow of apology. “Were you planning to see the play as well? Certainly I can at least buy you a drink for your trouble.”
Or certainly, the least he could do was buy the man a drink with his own money.
Post by Emet-Selch on Jan 30, 2021 20:34:45 GMT -6
all our splendour
BATHED BLACK IN SILENCE, OUR SURRENDER A SOMBRE REVERIE
It's one he's seen advertised here and there. The Lament of the Faerie Queen. Apparently it's an old classic that had managed to survive the passage of time. He'd heard good things about this showing in particular. Apparently the actress was up-and-coming, no one really knew where she had come from, but she didn't lack for talent. She was set to play... what was her name, Isolda? He didn't know much about the play in itself, but he knew to pay attention. Mostly. Mostly because he only barely started turning his head when he felt someone collide with him. A little up front. Most would just clip him or something like that, mutter an apology, and be on their merry way. But there were some behavioral clues that were setting the Architect off, and despite the supposed offense, he couldn't help but find himself giving a wry smile, and perhaps even hiding a small twinkle in the eye.
It's a trick he's seen before in his thousand thousand lifetimes. The old bump and pump. Wartorn nations festering in chaos to bring the world closer to another rejoining. It's one he himself has practiced; a bumbling urchin rising from street thief to lead a mighty nation. It's also an angle that Elidibus has played as well, becoming a legendary Warrior of Light, rising from the most ignonimous of origins. That being said, Hades had to give the man props; despite his large size, he didn't really feel it taking place. His technique was something more suited for a child. Credit where it's due; a sleight of hand easily missed. He mused inwardly to himself. It required a delicate touch that was easily lost as the ravages of time shook the mortal body. Clearly, whatever this man had chosen in life, he'd kept his dexterity completely in tact.
And he seemed so nice, so why fuss?
He shrugged slightly, shaking his head serenely. "Oh, very well. As long as you know to get one for yourself, as well." If he was going to be paying, then it wouldn't do to simply drink on his own dime while his newfound guest went thirsty. "The Lament of the Faerie Queen. Heard anything about it? I've heard the actress they found for the main character is simply a sight to behold." If they were going to talk about the arts, well, why not enjoy the evening?
