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Post by Alexander Sorel on Sept 13, 2019 19:25:21 GMT -6
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✉ notes: RPing with my own server, we meta now
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The smell of the ocean breeze brought him back to Limsa Lominsa. He wasn't quite homesick yet. This new world held its own adventures. Oh he wondered how the others were doing without him back on the Source, but there was nothing he could do about that at the moment. In truth, he probably should be looking for a way back. That is of course, assuming the flow of time was the same here as it was on the Source. For all he knew, he'd been gone maybe a minute there.
He'd had to start blending in though. A suit of black dragonscale armor with a runed sword and a flashy Star Globe? If that didn't scream experienced adventurer then, well, Ragnabawk's barding probably did. He'd managed to throw some threads together at least, a simple white shirt, nice black pants with a blue sash, and some boots. Lovely! Well, he liked it anyway. Also kept him from completely baking in the hot sun while he worked. Mining, you see. The only fancy thing he allowed himself were the bracelets he received upon joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
He may not have missed Eorzea, but he missed them.
It'd been a long day. Long, good day. He'd gotten his first menial job, his first menial job in forever! For once there wasn't an angry god or an evil empire or something horrible happening that counted on him to fix the problem! He had a pickaxe, he could go mine some ore, and get paid! Man it was great, Alexander could say that he was well and truly starting to get back to his roots. Here, the Warrior of Light and Darkness was just another asshole with some regular ass clothes and a pickaxe. But what to get it on? Alex immediately thought a drink, but that gave him an uneasy feeling. Maybe he could just brew something himself? If that was the case, then what did he need to pay the gil for when he could go get everything himself?
And that was a problem; when you became self-sufficient, what did you need gil for? Ragnabawk could take care of himself. That bird was better than most professional fighters for goodness' sake. So that left him with gil, and no real need to spend it. Well, aside from room and board. He had that handled nicely, needed a place to store his expensive stuff. Really now that he thought about it, it was weird that this place used gil too, just like his world. It also meant he probably shouldn't have left all his money with his retainers. But then there'd be no incentive to work, so, you know, silver lining.
Maybe go to an opera? He'd never really gotten the chance to do that back home, and now he had money. Though it probably wouldn't be enough. Workers didn't really make enough bank to go to an opera, did they? He pulled the gil he'd made out of his pocket and stared at it in a confused manner. Now that he thought about it, he'd never really bothered learning how normal people lived, had he? Fighting monsters, adventuring, saving the world, that was all he'd known. He knew he should've taken that Great Azuro gig. He wondered if they were still selling Blue Mage crystals? A performer wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he could look into that--Ooh he could! He could learn to be a Blue Mage here if he wanted! Probably!
Stuffing his gil back in his pocket, he found himself sifting aimlessly through the streets, busy as ever, towards an outdoor restaurant. Maybe he could see what was being offered here while he pondered his potential future endeavors in the Cerulean art of Blue Magic. Well, it was a nice thought, one to definitely go for later because food, but for now, distant rage made itself known in the form of distant explosions. "That can't be good." Alex remarked as he slowly looked in the direction it was coming from. Should he go take care of that? He looked back at himself. Right, he was in no way equipped for this. He could cast black and white magic, sure, but that Star Globe was really handy for that sort of thing. Part of him figured he should because, you know, hero. But another figured that something like that was beyond a measley adventurer/worker's pay grade.
As he stuffed his hands in his pocket and tilted his head, he waited for what would probably be panic.
I wanna wrap you up in silk Tailor these clothes to fit your guilt
Mateus scowled. His already thin temper was growing even thinner by the moment and he was about to cause more eruptions than the ones going off in the distance. "Let me pass," he said as leaned over and into the face of a the guardsman left alone to protect an entire city block. Another set of screams pierced the air yet Mateus just stared at the man in front of the makeshift barricade. "I've important business down this street, and I would make sure they would know who stopped me along my way," he threatened crossing his arms at the child. It wasn't like it sounded like the mayhem was happening anywhere close by anyway. Mateus stared down the boy who kept refusing passage until he threw his hands up in disgust and walked away not willing to be speared over some reading materials.
The reason for his fowl mood came from the incident that had occured earlier that morning. He was going to pamper himself today Mateus decided as he sat on the balcony outside his room. Lior had told him he would be out trying to help some locals with their final touches of reconstruction, and had asked if he would like to join. Mateus had feigned that his hangover had somehow survived into a second day and that his body still ached. No, today Mateus thought he would find himself a masseuse to work out the kinks in his back from sleeping in odd positions the last few nights.
Mateus had the girl who worked the front desk, Lillian he come to find out over his tenure at the hotel, find him the masseuse and the woman had come within the hour. He wrote a note on the door asking for no one to enter even Lior even he should arrive home early instead asking him to procure them some lunch. The woman worked magic on his aching back even going so far as to crack the parts of his spine he could not on his own. The woman was working on a particular nasty knot and Mateus cried out in pain several times. CRASH. The door shook against the frame and the woman screamed as Lior entered sword held high. "Excuse me!" Mateus said leaning up from the table looking at Lior with embarassment, exasperation, and annoyance and quipped in his anger, "Can you not read!"
It turned out the knight could not. Even after calming the woman with explanation on the man who had burst in and them sitting there with awkwardly little spoken after matter became apparent, Mateus still got in a huff and left his cheeks still red as apples. "Where is the nearest bookseller?" he demanded his eyes narrow and angry at Lillian who told him where to go.
And now there was a disaster of some kind far off blocking his passage. Mateus wondered if he could find another way round or if he should just give up the pursuit for the day ready to fight whomever was making such a ruckus. Everyone else seemed to be fearful of the travesty except for one solo man who was just facing in the direction of the noise. "You," Mateus said walking up to him pointing with a flourish of his heavily sleeved arm producing gil from his pocket. It was easier to bribe than try to get people to do things of their own accord. "If you know a way around this roadblock, show it to me."
Post by Alexander Sorel on Sept 14, 2019 16:49:13 GMT -6
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✉ notes: will insult you for money
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
It was a dull noise he made when attention was called to him. He casually turned to see who was approaching him, it just... well, he wasn't expecting what exactly he saw. Alex's eyes went completely wide as his heart stopped. Oh shit it's-- No way, what the hell was that doing here?! Oh that was bad! Oh gods he didn't want to go through that nightmare again! One line rang through his head as it all came flooding back to him.
"Evaluating necessity of vocalization component. TREMBLE BEFORE MY COSMO MEMORY!"
It took him a moment to realize that no, this man was not it. Instead, Alex noted that this man was taller than he was, and for that, Alex felt insulted. He'd always enjoyed being the tallest of the Scions, well, barring Urianger, but Urianger wasn't fair. Plus this man didn't seem like an Elezen, and instead, it was clear that he needed something from him. Offering up a bag of gil, Alexander looked from the bag of gil, his amber eyes drifting upwards to the man himself, before he turned to the guard. His eyes drifted back down Mateus, taking note of his clothes and his... what was with this man's hair? Really, now it was starting to make so much more sense. Yeah, he could work with this.
So, he just quietly took the gil and pocketed it. He cleared his throat, raising his hand to his mouth in order to do so. He was paid, and thus he would do his best. He would pull no punches. It was clear this man had business and was in a hurry. Alex just needed to know if speed was the priority or his own ego. Really, only one way to find out. "I'm going to level with you; you look like a fop. Take note, this is important." Yes, Mateus had just paid Alexander to insult him, and he was going to make full use of that. If only Alexander knew of the Emperor's temper right now.
Waving a finger up and down Mateus, he continued. "You look rich. The fact you just tossed me that gil is proof you probably are. The way he sees it, it's better to let you whine to a higher up and get him a shitty shift for a week, than it is to let you through and risk daddy's wrath in case you get, twelve forbid, singed, and he winds up at the hangman's noose instead." That was the problem. The rich were always given special treatment. He'd come to learn that no matter where he went, that was just a universal fact, sadly, and it was probably coming through in this man's case.
He crossed his arms, clearly undaunted by what he had said and what buttons he may have been pushing. It was also clear that he wasn't quite done yet. "If you really want in, that fashion monstrosity has to go. Get more common clothes, remove the makeup, hide your hair under said clothes because long hair's a giveaway you don't do manual labor, slouch a bit, look a little beaten down, you've got your head held way too high." He continued on, as his eyes continued to drift. He had dragonscale armor, and he was pretty sure what that this man's pants may have been worth more. "Commoners do not have access to these things, and the simple truth is, you look nothing like a commoner, which means it's too risky to let you through. To him, if a noble gets hurt, it's his head. If a commoner goes through and dies, well, shit happens." He shrugged. He wondered if this guy would see where he was coming from with this.
I wanna wrap you up in silk Tailor these clothes to fit your guilt
The man slid the gil into his pocket and Mateus hmphed with satisfaction. Good they could be on their way then. Matesu stopped as the man didn't follow and crossed his arms. What was the hold up. Matt turned as the man simply kept staring at him looking him up and down like someone might a work of art or a marbled sculpture. Normally would have allowed this admiration, but at present his impatience far outweighed his vanity. Matt was about to chastise the man for his blase reaction, but the man spoke up first.
"Excuse me?" Mateus his eyes turning into glaring slits as the man called him a 'fop'. With each word the man spoke the fuse on Mateus' temper shortned and shortened. Of course a lowly peasent man wouldn't understand anything of the art of fashion, but to talk to him as though he was the one who knew so much, and Mateus was just some haughty highborn with not but a few of the brain cell left to him. Normally he would have done his breathing, tried the whole being a better person he and Lior had discussed, probably said a few coarse words and used his tongue to degrade the man instead, but today was not that day. Instead old habits kicked in and Mateus backhanded the man across the mouth praying one of his rings would cut at the lip
"I did not pay you for your idiotic dispense of nonsense," Matt chided his own hand smarting from the ordeal as he waved it not letting his sight go of the man. His nostrils flared and he felt all of his aggravation boiling the pot of the lid right off. "And here I was to brighten the blight of your dismal existence in this gaudy city with money and this is your thanks? he said reaching out his hand, "now if you've learned a thing or two you'll either escort me now or give back the gil, peasant."
Post by Alexander Sorel on Sept 16, 2019 16:59:30 GMT -6
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✉ notes: he's waiting
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
As he watched the man simmer with every passing moment, Alexander seemed satisfied with the answer to his own personal question. Right, that brought back not so fond memories of... a lot of stuff, now that he thought about it. Maybe he was just done trying to be all service-y and helpful towards upper class twits. Or maybe that was just Fray talking. That might be it too. Although this made it a lot harder to help the ex-Emperor, and Alex a lot less interested in actually helping him. He continued with his blase observation.
He nodded disinterestedly. "Right, so your ego--" SMACK "--is more important than being speedy." He continued through the strike, his head tilting only slightly with the blow. At least Mateus would get some small satisfaction; there was a small cut under the lip that might get a drop or two of blood. Still, that also told Alexander that this guy was not a physical fighter. Like at all. Alex took a moment to squint at the taller man. "What the hell was that? Your fashion choices hurt more than that." He seemed more insulted by the lack of... pain in the blow, more than anything, he could already feel the other presence stirring. Fray approved, apparently.
He would not be getting the gil back now, instead, Alexander simply reached his sleeve and pulled out a card, squinting at it for only the briefest of instances lest he get slapped again before this was done. Spear. That'll do. It was a quick thought to himself, acknowledging it. With that, there was a sleight of hand, and what was once a spear was now the Lord of Crowns. Without any ceremony whatsoever, he placed it in Mateus' hand, before the symbol vanished and he quickly took the card back. Mateus for his part, would feel well... stronger, physically, than he did before, at least.
Lord of Crowns, Target: @dust - Increases damage dealt by a party member or self by 8% if target is melee DPS or tank, or 4% for all other roles.
And then with a snap of his fingers, Alex himself would feel a bit stronger... as would Mateus, apparently. Though Mateus would be the physical to Alexander's magical in this case. Alexander wasn't quite finished beefing up the fop. For some reason.
Embolden, Target: Alexander Sorel , Affected: @dust - Increases own magic damage dealt by 10% and physical damage dealt by nearby party members by 10%.
With that done, Alexander crossed his arms. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have let the simple miner thing slip so soon, but well, it was a bit too late for that to go back now. Besides, this guy clearly hated being demeaned in any form. Now he was just curious to see if it would extend to generosity or only to insults. "Here's your pity buff. Try again." He bluntly stated, as he waited for another backhand to come his way. Though in truth, he didn't have too much faith in it hurting him either. Still, it may have been a bit over the top.
I wanna wrap you up in silk Tailor these clothes to fit your guilt
Mateus continued to glare as he waited for the man to return his gil. His nostrils flared and he thought to smack the man again as instead of any sign of remorse or understanding, he simply continued hurling insults instead. He was about to deman for his gil when the man started digging in his pocket. Finally he was doing something correctly. Except the man pulled out cards instead of his gil. "What-" he started but stopped as the man placed the cards in his hands. Mates blinked in confusion as he turned the cards over in his hands, but dropped them as something magical rushed through him.
The lightning sparkled at his fingertips as the flush of extra power surged through him. What was this man playing at. What magic did those cards possess. Mateus squinted as he looked at the man trying to figure out his angle as the lightning danced in his palm. It felt alive powerful and his body for a moment remembered what it felt like to have all powerful magic coursing through his blood. It felt great but still it was nowhere near what had been wrought from him. An idea came to him as he reminisced looking over to where the guard was. He turned from the man and walked back to the barricade.
"You still can't pass, sir."the guard said as Mateus approached, but he did not respond. Instead he got closer and closer before reaching up to the man's neck and sending a pulse of electricity through him. The guard fell as the shock knocked him out and Mateus tapped him with his foot to make sure he was still breathing. A haughty hmph later, he walked back to the man who had helped him out.
"And why did you not start with this instead of your nonsense?" he asked looking at his hand, but feeling that same power slowly fade away again. Mateus looked disappointingly at his hand, but was done was done. "Come along then. I'll pay handsomely to make sure no more guards impede my path" he said bidding the man forward as he walked back to and through the barricade. The bookstore shouldn't be too much further, but he still did not wish to deal with any more roadblocks today.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Oct 31, 2019 11:41:53 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alexander waited. And he waited. Was this guy going to hit him again or--Oh, no he was going to the guard and--Alex could only wince as he saw the poor guy go down. Sure, he may have signed up to protect the place from threats but this was probably beyond his pay grade. Instead, Mateus turned to him, wondering why in the world Alex didn't just immediately go spell slinging past everything. "Because oh my good golly gosh, I don't like inflicting random violence." In hindsight, he should have expected it, this noble would obviously have no compassion for any other person, and as his little incident in Ul'dah taught him just how ruthless they could be. While he didn't like the idea of it, it was clear he'd probably have to babysit for a bit.
He looked at the fallen guard for a moment. I should've brought my Star Globe. He kneeled down briefly as Mateus was walking away, best to make this quick. A quick bit of healing aether was sent through the guard's body. It wasn't a bad shock, and he'd recover. He just wished he could reverse the damage like usual instead of just healing it. One quick motion, and he was tailing behind Mateus, more to keep everyone safe from him than to keep Mateus safe, but, what could you do? At least here he could do something about it, and maybe get Mateus to go back before anyone else got hurt, just needed something that could spook the guy.
And then he had it, as Alex noted a twister of sorts forming, and then spiraling, in the distance. He stopped for a moment, hands in his pockets as he just stared at the oncoming storm. What the hell? Why were people being so casual about this? He looked to Mateus as they passed through the barricade. "Are you aware of what's going on over there? You should probably leave before you get hurt." He suggested, making a mental note that he might have to step in. He rubbed his chin as he looked back. Should he go get his gear? He was good but he doubted he could do much with a pickaxe and some cards. He just wasn't equipped to deal with this at the moment.
I wanna wrap you up in silk Tailor these clothes to fit your guilt
Mateus was more than certain the bookstore was down this lane. He didn't stop to listen to whatever Alex had muttered under his breath as another loud boom exploded in the near distance. "Hmm?" he asked as the man decided to follow after all. "No," he answered honestly as he continued to walk down the sidewalk. "And it is not my concern. Should the mayhem spill over here then I will take note. I've bigger things to worry about than someone else's problem." Mateus huffed with a shake of his head. He needed to get rid of this guilt in his stomach soon. The feeling was uncomfortable and he was wont to rid of it and make amends. "We're here," Mateus said with a wave of his hand as they came upon the bookstore, and Mateus went for the door.
Mateus gave a frown as the bookshop door did not open as pulled on the glass door. Was there anything in there even worth protecting? From the outside Mateus was already displease with the size of the place. The library in Palamecia Castle could have held three of these bookstores in it. Still, tomes on the nature of Ultima nor histories of the empire were not what he was searching for today. "Believe me when I say I am no petty criminal, and they will be compensated for it." he said to Alex his own face disgusted by his thoughts on what to do. Walking over to some rubble, Mateus took a brick and labored to send it through the glass door. He brushed his hands off disgusted by the dusty residue that now clung to them as he stepped over the dirt and into the store.
Mateus walked past all of the displays of cookbooks, and current fiction. Past the poetry and biographies of many people he had little care to know about. He knew he was in the right section as the books became more flimsy, their pages numbering in the tens instead of the hundred and the tiny table was littered with scribbled coloring pages. Mateus walked over to the display that read "Books for Beginners" and perused the selection. He scoffed as he looked at one which bore the picture of a knight on it. A bit too on the nose perhaps. "If you were to teach someone to read," he said believing Alex to still be behind him. "Which would you choose?" Mateus crossed his arms as he looked between My First Chocobo and A Moogle's Big Adventure.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 8, 2020 20:37:57 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Really? There was bad things going on and it wasn't safe and this guy was still going to go and romp about with... what the hell did he even want? What was so goddamn important that he had to walk into what was turning into a warzone-slash-disaster area in order to get it done? For all this it better be like, grandma needs her medicine, or my paramour's going into labor, or something so dire that he absolutely could not wait. If it was something like that, then sure, that was one thing. But somehow, just somehow, he had a feeling it was not any of this, and he was just really hoping it wasn't something too terrible. That being said, Alex kept an eye on the shitstorm in the distance, getting ready to intervene with what little he had if he had to. ... He was really kicking himself for not finishing up with Master Hamon Holyfist. Maybe he could find a Monk that could show him some moves.
And then, they made it to where they were going. A... bookstore? Well, it better have something important in there. Like an original manuscript of a holy scripture or something. Which was why he could only watch as the guy used a brick. Well, damn, Noodly-Arms, Alex wasn't sure you had it in you, considering the punch earlier didn't seem to do much. "Why the brick? With all the gel you use, your hair's probably hard enough to cut glass. Less noise." Glass cutting, with your hair. Yeah, he was a bit salty over everything going on, and he was reaching the point that he didn't care all that much about the money anymore. Oh he'd still take it, there was no doubting that, but he wasn't sure how leaving money at the counter didn't absolve the guy of petty crime.
Well, if he's stuck in here, might as well look around. In particular he glanced at the History section as he followed the gaudy man inside. ... Well, with everything going on... maybe they wouldn't notice a book, or two, or three. His attention was snapped away though by the noble, who was examining two books. Alex moved to join the man, when he actually got a good look. "Are you--You gotta be fucking kidding me," That's what this was all about?! "All this shit for a children's book?! You stupid--" Motherfucker! This was the most--No, no, it wasn't the most ridiculous thing he'd seen. The chores for the Moogles came back to him. Breathe, breathe. Hildibrand did weirder shit. Just. Calm. There was a loud, very loud exhale from Alexander as he closed his eyes for a moment.
Alexander opened his eyes again, the fury replaced with a cold gaze. Right. Calm. He could be calm. 'His long hair would make for an easy target. Just grab that and go to town.' And Alexander breathed again. Not. Now. Fray. Instead, Alex just looked at the books in front of him, holding back the twitching of his eye. "Kids like adventure and heroism, right?" He tried to offer, keeping his voice as... well, he couldn't quite keep it friendly, but damn if he didn't at least try to make it work somehow. "Moogle's Big Adventure would be a better choice, right?" After all, surely this was a child the man was buying it for, surely, right?
