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year 5, quarter 3
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“Ohmigosh!” a high-pitched child’s voice shrieked from behind her. “You’re Princess Sarai von Tranburgh!” Jessie turned around, voluminous dark violet gown swishing around her ankles. She grinned at the little girl running towards her. The kid’s expression was all awe and amazement. Her blue eyes were wide in unbridled excitement.
Jessie curtseyed and bowed to the young fan, making sure her silver crown stayed fastened on her brown curls as she did so. “Pleased to meet you, young miss,” she responded in the affected accent of her most recent role. The Princess Sarai von Tranburgh was the lead of a new romantic play popular in Torensten. Jessie loved the plot of the posh, refined princess falling for one of her rough, uncouth guards. It was a story of overcoming hardship and finding true love. It was simple and fun to act. And it didn’t hurt that the man who played her romantic interest was gorgeous.
“You’re so pretty!” the girl squealed and Jessie grinned back. Her young fan passed her a thick piece of parchment and a quill pen. “W-would you sign this for me?” her earlier enthusiasm turned to shyness as she stared hopefully up at Jessie.
“Why, of course. My royal signature should be shared with all.” She winked at the girl then, with an exaggerated flourish, signed the princess’ looping signature across the parchment.
“Thank you sososososo much!” The girl clutched the paper to her chest, grinned hugely, then ran off the way she had come. Now alone, Jessie let the facade of Sarai fall away a bit. She stretched her sore muscles. It had been a long day. Her troupe had performed the play twice, in two different squares in Torensten and all Jessie wanted now was to sit and enjoy a good meal.
She glanced behind her at the rest of the troupe. They were just about done packing all the props and equipment away. “Hey!” she called out and unclipped the crown from her head, passing it to a stagehand. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. I’m going to go find something to eat.” Her handsome co-lead glanced at her attire, still the royal gown of Princess Sarai. “In costume?” Jessie shrugged and ran her hands over the thick violet fabric. “I don’t want to go home first,” she explained. Not to mention the fact that she liked an excuse to wear extravagant, over-the-top dresses. Torensten was a weird city! She wouldn’t stick out too much. “See you,” was all he said in response. Clearly he didn’t want to join her. Oh well.
Jessie walked away from the square. Some of the citizens of Torensten whispered and pointed as she strode past, high-heels clicking on the cobblestones. “Princess Sarai!” she heard a few whisper as she passed. She smiled to herself, secretly loving the attention and praise. It had taken time to rise through the acting ranks to the point of getting the popular lead roles and she was proud of herself!
She still remembered the fateful day when she’d met Brinia’s Acting Troupe in Torensten. Jessie had assumedly suffered from some sort of injury and amnesia before she found herself in Torensten with an injured leg, strange attire, a gun, and little else to her name. She knew her name and she remembered her family and childhood, at least somewhat. The details were hazy but she was certain she remembered acting at a place called the Gold Saucer. She didn’t even know what city that was in, though she assumed it was Sonora. The descriptions she’d heard of Sonora aligned with her childhood memories, but she’d been too afraid to travel to the northern city to find answers.
Instead, she’d tried to find a life in Torensten. The first few weeks had been hard. She’d been at the mercy of the kindness of strangers. But a young couple, Lyra and Borrin, with two small children had taken pity on her and offered her a place to stay while her leg finished healing. It was with them that she found Brinia. The family went to see one of their plays and took Jessie along. She’d been thoroughly enamored and enthralled with the production, even though it was certainly simple and provincial compared to her memories of the Gold Saucer. After the play, Jessie hung around the square and pestered the actors until they finally let her talk to Brinia. The leader of the troupe had been skeptical but had agreed to give Jessie a chance to prove herself. And the rest was history! Jessie proved herself to be a very adept actress and quickly moved into the leading roles. She might not remember much of her past, but she was hopeful of her future in Torensten!
Now, still partially clad as Princess Sarai, Jessie pushed a thick wooden door open and slipped into a bustling pub. The atmosphere was friendly and jovial, with bunches of people sitting and standing around tables eating and drinking. Some played tabletop games, a few smoked pipes and cigars. She grinned and waved to those who greeted her. Some knew her real name, others just called her Sarai. She was happy to respond either way. She loved the people of Torensten, for the most part.
Jessie bunched the folds of her dress around her and slid onto an unoccupied bar stool. The bartender was busy with two men down at the other end of the bar so she waited patiently, looking over the handwritten menu behind the counter even though she’d been here a dozen times and knew it by heart.
How long had it been since he walked these streets? Cobblestone roads and buildings made of wood and brick were common; as opposed to Sonora's cold steel that made up most of its structures. It was simple here, and simplicity was appreciated. Yet, it was still populated enough for it to be difficult to find someone if you do not know their whereabouts. Thus, the search continued. [break][break] Despite his antisocial personality, Asael knew that a tavern would be the best place to gather information on the man he was searching for. People often went there to gossip and share the dirty secrets of others. It was something that the swordsman despised, even if it would be beneficial to him. [break][break] As expected, the area surrounding the tavern was quite popular. Many of the city's citizens were present, with most making comments on a play that they had seen earlier in the evening. "I didn't think it would be that good," one individual said. "I wanna see it again", commented another. Asael gave the conversations little thought, as the topic held no significance to his objective. [break][break] The inside of the tavern was just as populated, if not moreso than the outer areas. Cold blue hues scanned the room in hopes of finding Ardyn. This type of event was something that the eccentric magician would revel in, so it only seemed fitting for him to be present. Yet despite his expectations, the robed man was not found among the crowd. Only these.... useless bodies. The presence of the chaff within the tavern quickly irritated Asael as he realized that he would have to do some interaction in order to locate Ardyn. [break][break] The swordsman let out a huff before approaching the counter. The bartender had been occupied with a few individuals further down, but Asael was a master of holding a silent presence. His glare could pierce a soul if he wished for it; a glare that he shot towards the bartender and the others in the conversation. The two citizens grew quiet once they saw the stranger staring them down. Meanwhile, the barkeeper turned and approached the man in black from the opposite side of the counter. [break][break] "You alright, buddy?" the bartender asked, folding his arms to establish some sort of dominance in the situation. The tavern was his, after all, so why should he be concerned about this outsider? "Sorry about that," he said in reference to the conversation with the others distracting him from his duties. "Need something to drink?" [break][break] "I'm looking for someone," Asael responded. His stare did not let up and he remained focused on the man in front of him. "My height, brown haired, polite and...erratic." The silver haired clone paused for a moment to finally break his gaze from the bartender and glance around the room once more, even spotting the elegantly dressed woman two seats away from him. "He goes by the name, Ardyn."
Trying to not be intimidated by the intense stranger!
Sorry! I'll freak out if I don't talk!
Ugh, this was starting to get a little annoying. Jessie wasn’t used to being ignored for quite this long. The bartender knew her, why was he still chatting with the two men at the end of the bar? She just wanted a drink and a quick meal. Sigh. She was about to speak up, to call down to the man ignoring her, a paying customer. But someone else silently beat her to it. A hush seemed to come over the bar as a strange man with icy silver hair and even icier blue eyes approached the bartop. He glared down at the bartender, apparently also annoyed that the worker was still conversing with his buddies at the far end. But his menacing, icy glare seemed a bit much, a bit too intense for the small inconvenience.
Jessie watched as the two customers stopped conversing. They seemed to shudder under the newcomer’s gaze and lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Then the bartender turned around to help the man, not the woman who’d been sitting there for much longer! Jessie supposed it was because she didn’t look like she could murder someone just by looking at them. But it still wasn’t exactly fair. She crossed her arms and jiggled one leg anxiously and impatiently beneath the bartop as she watched the exchange between the pale-haired man and the bartender. They were only two seats away, plenty close enough for Jessie to hear their conversation even without trying.
The bartender seemed to be trying to intimidate the other man, showing it was his territory or something. But it didn’t seem to be working. The icy-eyed stranger seemed entirely unperturbed. The menacing stare remained and he didn’t soften even slightly, even as he responded to the dutiful questions. He didn’t even seem to want a drink, and yet here he was taking up the bartender’s time. She inwardly mocked the description of the man he was looking for. Brown hair and the stranger’s height wasn’t exactly much of a description to go on.
Then she suddenly felt the icy eyes drift towards her. She hoped her thoughts weren’t written obviously on her face. But she was an actress! She was trained to hide her true self. So she grinned at the man and met those terrifying eyes, as if she hadn't a care in the world. “I don’t recognize the name,” she commented cheerfully. Ardyn. It didn’t ring any bells. She waited until the bartender had agreed with her, saying he knew no one by that name or description.
“But I would really like a drink down here, Rin,” she suddenly remembered the man’s name. He looked sheepish and muttered a halfhearted apology before asking what she wanted. “Whatever your best beer is,” she responded with a careless wave of her hand. “And I am starving. It was a long day so how about whatever your daily special is, too?” Jessie wasn’t picky. She just wanted something to fill her empty stomach.
“Sure thing,” Rin responded to her, but he still seemed distracted. His eyes darted to the silver-haired man even as he poured a frothy dark beer and set it in front of her. His distraction caused some of the dark liquid to slosh over the sides and drip from the bartop onto her dress. At least the fabric was dark...
Another dead end. The bartender's lack of knowledge on Ardyn wasn't surprising, yet still disappointing. Asael let out a sigh and half turned to rest against the bar while his eyes closed so that his fingers can come up to his face and rub them out of irritation. This search was becoming bothersome. Almost as much as his search for Sephiroth had been. [break][break] Do I really have to go back to Metaia he thought, referring back to where he first encountered the eccentric mage. It was a good distance from Torensten, at least two or three days by foot. And what if Ardyn wasn't there anymore? Would he have to roam the lands in a constant search for the man? [break][break] The glass of beer clacked onto the countertop, pulling Asael out from his thoughts. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the frothy foam of the drink spill over onto the woman. It was a small amount, but still noticeable. He huffed in response before turning back to the bartender again. [break][break] "Fine. I'll take one too. Just," he paused, pulling out a few Gil to cover the price of the drink, "don't get it on me." [break][break] He wasn't much of a drinker, but he needed something to settle his nerves. Asael's time on Zephon was nothing but one disappointment after another. Yet, he was the one to blame for all the stress that came with it. Every single failure was his fault, whether it be from his lack of preparation to his knee-jerk reactions in certain situations. Even being bested by Sephiroth was his own damn fault. Asael knew he had to be more calculated. His emotions needed to stay in check. [break][break] "Here," the bartender said, passing the drink to the outsider. While the glass was not overflowing like the woman's was, it was still passed to him in a careless manner. Luckily, Asael gained control of it before a spill could be repeated. His eye twitched as the bartender got the lady's food ready. [break][break] A low growl came from the the outsider as he brought the glass up to his lips. "Oh, the horrors that await you." Asael's comment was spoken beneath his breath before taking a sip, but the strong bitterness and metallic taste of the alcoholic beverage forced the man's face to react to it. Alcohol was never something he was a fan of, but again, something was needed for the moment to keep him in line. If only they could see the turbulent storm that brewed beneath the surface. The clone's wrath was shackled to him and violently raged to be freed from its bonds. He was calm on the surface, but the whirlwind of his fervorous hatred continued to stir.
[attr="class","jroverlap"]Sorry! I'll freak out if I don't talk.
[attr="class","jrbody"]Jessie sipped her beer and peered at the man beside her. The bartender was clearly still on edge. To everyone’s relief, thankfully he didn’t spill any of the dark liquid on the stranger. But he hadn’t exactly been the most careful either. Jessie cringed and waited for an outburst of anger, but the newcomer managed to grab the glass before disaster fell. [break][break]
He muttered something. Jessie couldn’t hear the exact words, but she could guess the intent from his tone of voice. It was nearly a growl, like he was some feral beast. Jessie couldn’t decide if she thought this guy was actually dangerous or if this was just a tryhard facade. But as he grimaced after taking a small drink of his beer she decided he was the later. [break][break]
She grinned at him over the top of her foamy glass. “Hey, Torensten isn’t known for its beer,” she commented lightly. “But it’s better than their wine, trust me.” She took a long drink. The beverage had grown on her! She hadn’t been a fan either when she’d first started frequenting this bar. [break][break]
Jessie logically knew better than to continue a conversation with a strange man at a bar with a gaze that promised death. But she wasn’t always known for her proper decision-making skills, and she was intrigued. So she scooted over, leaving only one seat between them. “Who’s this man you’re looking for? Ardyn, you said?” Just then, her food arrived on a steaming hot plate. Roasted vegetables and some sort of herb-crusted meat. Pork, maybe? It smelled delicious, whatever it was and she thanked the barkeeper. She was glad her food hadn’t ended up on her lap too, at least. She speared an asparagus stalk on her fork and waited for the man to respond.[break][break]
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[attr="class","jrinfo"]Too curious for her own good! / @asael
The girl's comment about the beer and wine of this bar were only met with a 'Hmph.' It might have been a tip that she was just giving or just a joke to lighten the mood. Either way, Asael paid little attention to it and returned to his observations of the area. If Ardyn wasn't here, then perhaps another acquaintance of the mage might be. Ardyn seemed very charasmatic during their encounter, so perhaps someone else was in league with him. [break][break] “Who’s this man you’re looking for? Ardyn, you said?” The girl was observant. That, or nosy. [break][break] A sigh of irritation came before his response. "Yes." He kept his answer short, hopefully to show his disinterest in the conversation without flat out telling the woman to keep to herself. Even when her food arrived, it didn't seem to be enough of a distraction to keep her from waiting on him to reply. He was annoyed already. [break][break] Even worse, the smell of the food forced a reaction from within his body. The meals of the tavern seemed to be of a better quality than their beer, when further irritated the swordsman. He wasn't expecting to be hungry, especially while in the midst of his search. Yet his stomach tried to force him to react. It pinched and turned to get what it wanted, but it should have learned how resilient its master was to its pleas. Asael has more control than to bend to whim of hunger. [break][break] "He has something that I need." Vague, and Asael would keep it that way.
[attr="class","jroverlap"]Sorry! I'll freak out if I don't talk.
[attr="class","jrbody"]Well, he sure wasn’t one for talking. Jessie supposed that should have been obvious from his general demeanor and cold gaze. But still. Could he really not manage more than a single word response? Or a grunt? She didn’t even warrant a basic conversation now, apparently. Jessie munched on roasted vegetables as the man sighed in annoyance next to her. But a glance over at him showed her that he was eyeing her food a bit long for someone so completely disinterested. Was that a low grumble of hunger? [break][break] She was about to make a snarky comment when the man actually added a few words. She looked over at him in surprise when he elaborated. It was a vague elaboration, but still more than she’d expected. Apparently this Ardyn had something he needed. Probably something nefarious, Jessie decided, something she wouldn’t really like to know about. So she just nodded as if that answered any question she might have. “Well, I hope you find him. Seems like he might not be in Torensten, though.” She cut and chewed some of the herbed meat. It was delicious. Certainly better than the subpar beer. “This is their special today,” she commented. “You should order it if you’re hungry. I promise they cook better than they brew beer.” [break][break] She gave him a slightly subdued half-smile. It was clear he didn’t want to have too much to do with her. She wouldn’t overdo it, but she couldn’t sit there and not say anything to the man beside her. That would just be awkward. And if there was something Jessie couldn’t stand it was awkward silences. “My name’s Jessie,” she supplied unasked. She didn’t ask his name. If he wanted to supply it, he would. Jessie very much doubted that he would.
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[attr="class","jrinfo"]She's only a little annoying. / @asael
"Well, I hope that you find him. Seems like he might not be in Torensten, though." [break][break] Asael didn't want to hear it but the girl was right, which meant he would need to prepare himself for a trip to Metaia. That also meant there would be another encounter with the army of the dead. The lingering corpses of the former residents remained around Metaia and its temple, although the shambling cadavers were of little threat the last time Asael was there. It was more of a nuisance than anything else. [break][break] "Seems that way," he responded, trying not to focus on the food. Despite he best efforts, the girl somehow figured out that he was hungry and even felt the need to describe the food. That certainly did not help his situation. [break][break]
"Is that so?" In all honesty, Asael wanted it. The looked good and smelled even better. He even believed her description of the food. However, going for the food after his initial confrontation with the owner of the establishment would make him seem weak. Therefore, he chose to continue suffering through his hunger and finish the beer that he had ordered. "Hmph." [break][break]
He could have told her that he didn't want to know her name, but she likely already knew that. The swordsman began to wonder though, that maybe this interaction could yield something else of use to him. Asael still needed more information on Genesis and Sephiroth, or even another source of power if his plans with Ardyn fell through. He hated socializing, he hated people, but a compromise was necessary. [break][break]
"It's Asael," he said with his arms crossing and his back turning to lean against the bar. "I may get something. But it won't be from here." He felt that would be more appropriate for the given situation. [break][break]
[attr="class","jroverlap"]Sorry! I'll freak out if I don't talk.
[attr="class","jrbody"]The man seemed to begrudgingly agree that he was unlikely to find this Ardyn here in Torensten. He was still so, so grumpy. It seemed to only get worse when Jessie commented about the food and suggested he ordered some. He merely hmphed at the suggestion and went back to drinking his beer and trying to pretend he hadn’t been staring at her plate. [break][break] Jessie was quite shocked when he actually gave a name. Asael. She honestly hadn’t been expecting any more words from him, so that was a pleasant surprise. “Asael,” she repeated. “Nice name. Good to meet you.” She wasn’t sure if it actually was, but that was just something you said, right? He went on to comment that he wasn’t going to order anything from the bar. She shrugged and said, “Your loss,” as she took another bite of spiced meat. [break][break] She gave him another bright smile despite his dour expression. He hadn’t left yet, so that had to mean he wasn’t completely hating talking to her. Only mostly. She sipped her beer and wondered how overbearing she should be. How chatty? It would only get worse if she ordered a second beer, which she was certainly considering. Her first was nearly empty, after all. “Hey, Rin! she called down to the bartender who was polishing some glasses. “Another, please?” Jessie gestured to the dregs of her beer. “And one for my friend?” she added with a sly smile at the silver-haired man. She’d noticed his was almost empty too. Hey, if he refused it surely someone would drink it. [break][break] These two beers were thankfully not spilled when Rin set them on the counter in front of her. She passed one over to Asael. “Hey, I just don’t want to drink alone,” she said by way of explanation.
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[attr="class","jrinfo"]"Hey, get drunk with me." / @asael
Jessie ordered another drink, this time for both herself and Asael. The man huffed at the idea that she would prefer holding a conversation with him over all of the other chatter boxes in the tavern. But maybe that was the reason; Asael's standoffish persona very well could be having the opposite effect, like trying to neglect a puppy that just kept coming back. It was annoying. [break][break] "Fine," he scoffed, finishing the first beer in order to start the second one with her. By the time Asael was passed the second drink and sipped from the glass, he did notice that the taste was becoming more bearable. Perhaps the woman was right about the beer, after all. [break][break] "So you come here to find strangers to drink with?" His question wasn't meant to come off as a way to scold her, although his default vocal tone would likely suggest that it was. "Do you not know anyone else to do this with?" [break][break] For a moment, Asael felt as if he had answered his own question. There had been others who were not originally from this realm, others who were lost and seeking their way back to where they came from. The swordsman couldn't remember much about the world he came from, other than his awakening after being freed from Sephiroth. If Jessie was truly from another world like Asael, then she could very well be in the same situation that he was in. No one to connect with and no place to call home. [break][break]
