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This definitely wasn't something she'd seen herself struggling with. Or even doing. Ever. She'd gone from soldier, to l'cie, to fate-defyer, warrior goddess, angel of death, yada-yada, and now the latest destiny-commanded task... market errand girl. Oh, the horror. No sword was strapped to her back, no armor plated her form. A plain, cool-woven blouse, cotton trousers, and a pair of boots was all that the once-warrior wore. "Just three." "Three? Who can bake anything with only three? You'll be back here tomorrow asking for more, so you might as well get them now while you're here!" The shopkeep was nothing if not colorful. He was also a skinny, greedy little shyster.
"I only need three." "But look at you! Pretty thing like you certainly has family at home, ehhhh? Strong husband, growing sons, can't afford to keep their stomachs empty-!" "I'll get them somewhere else," her eyes didn't even have time to roll before she'd turned away. "WAIT! Three's the perfect number! Can never go wrong with three! More than two and less than four, just the right amount!"
The merchant wrapped the large fruits and set them on the edge of his stand hastily. The pinkette turned again, sighed heavily, and put each into the back that she slung back over her shoulder. After the amount of appropriate gil was counter and handed over, she was more than glad to be done with that transaction and looking around for her next stop amid the small, slow-moving crowd in the market. Serah had been off running errands of her own and quite frankly she was done not pulling her own weight. So, she was out here replenishing what she noticed missing. Or... what she thought Serah might want. Okay, so she wasn't the world's best advisor on stocking a pantry; it was food and that's what mattered.
The bag was starting to get heavy. Not heavy to carry, no, but heavy enough that it was starting to make her gut ache to try and keep upright. Hurting everywhere got annoying really fast, but most times she was able to ignore it and keep doing what she needed to. With each vendor that filled her bag, that was getting harder to do. Lightning let it slide off of her and to the ground at her feet for a moment, taking a deep breath and lifting a hand to her shoulder for a roll and stretch.
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Seventy? Only seventy thousand? Hells, my subligar's worth more than that!
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alexander loved his wife. He truly did. He promised to spend the remainder of his days with her. Lycoris was his other half, and he would stand by her side in anything she chose to do. It's just, did she have to use that name? Maybe she didn't know how sick of the Waking Sands he'd gotten before it was all over? It'd always been a nice name, but that one particular phrase had been burned into his skull, and in hindsight, he wasn't sure how they hadn't been found by Garlemald sooner. Minfilia had even said linkpearl was notoriously insecure! Yet they were using it and telling operatives to go place--Now, let it go, that was in the past. Let it go. Still, it'd picked up in activity fairly quickly. Minfilia and the Waking Sands lived on! Even if it was in his wife and her shop.
Which meant that he had a job to do; advertising. Of course, as an adventurer, he would take nearly any job. It's just... he never really expected to be playing the role of--wait, no, he distinctly remembered having to put up fliers advertising certain matches for Ul'dah's arena, no he'd definitely done advertising before. But being out here meant that he actually got to see other people and watch them go about their business; pick up what was trending, what was selling, and what was going ignored. ... It may or may not have also allowed him to swipe potential customers away; a one stop shop was always appreciated for the sake of convenience. That being said, he really hadn't been expecting that certain strawberry hair, in that certain hairstyle.
Life is funny like that.
Visions flashed in his mind; a younger punk with shorter hair, a sword and a shield in hand. A newly christened Black Mage, enjoying the firepower a bit too much, a Scholar, fresh from graduating as an Arcanist and possibly regretting her fairy, and a Shrimpy Bard in the truest sense by his side. Fighting... more like watching a certain foreigner do all the work while they, as a group, just struggled to keep up. He smiled a little. It'd been how long? He didn't expect anything, he knew not to. Aside from this world, he'd been told that before that particular show had ended. Still, no reason he couldn't go up, say hello, maybe get side-eyed a little if he had her personality, right. ... Maybe advertise his wife's new business. ... Wife. He hadn't even been dating at that time. Funny how things moved with time.
So, he singled out that strawberry hair and quietly made his way over to her--she was walking rather stiffly. Did she get herself banged up? Well if it wasn't too far back, he could fix that. He was useful, now! He was able to close the distance quickly, thanks to her taking a break. "You know," He approached, projecting that warm, welcoming expression. "My wife runs a newly opened one-stop-shop if you'd just like to get your stuff and go home. Also a place to trade information if you're looking for work." He wondered what she was up to, now, anyway.
Being five hundred and some years old never really felt like that big of a deal, but for the first time her body felt ancient. Stretching was hard, things hurt, walking for longer periods of time was taxing. Since when couldn't she take a hit and get back up on her feet? Given it wasn't so much of a 'hit' as-... Whatever. It was still annoying and completely, utterly inconvenient. "Ugh."
The woman let out a heavy sigh and curled her hand from over her shoulder to around the back of her neck, stretching it side to side. Already she could feel someone walking up, someone making their way purposefully in her direction from the sound of their steps rather than moving around towards an objective beyond her. Great, another salesman? Street-side merchant looking to get lucky? Or-... if she had horrible luck, someone who recognized her; recognized the parasite. Provo hadn't been someplace it'd lingered in for too long, not that she could remember, but she knew that at some point she'd have to start taking precautions before going out more into public.
"You know," already, she dropped her head and let her hand slide off of her neck, moving to her hip before turning her head off to the side to see him. "My wife runs a newly opened one-stop-shop if you'd just like to get your stuff and go home. Also a place to trade information if you're looking for work." Her expression of stoic annoyance softened somewhat at the actual approach and delivery. Well, he'd certainly been paying attention. "Yeah?" a single brow gave the slightest lift of interest.
Though her eyes showed no sense of recognition to the young man, there was a strange tug in her gut... He didn't feel familiar, per say, but there was a strange sensation of trustworthiness. That was particular odd since she didn't actually trust anyone further than she could throw them. Probably less. She could throw pretty far... "How far?" On second thought, did it really matter? As long as it was one place, it'd ultimately save her time and effort. "You know what..." she leaned down, hoisting the bag back up over her shoulder with a bit of effort. One hand held the strap, the other motioned ahead, and she situated herself to start off for another walk. "Lead the way."
