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Amarant fell quiet as Garnet fell into her rant-like rebuttal but not out of the kindness of his heart of the politeness of allowing the ideological opponent to speak. What she said, how she said it, all of it kept him quiet as they continued on their walk to scenic nowhere, the woman's voice reverberating into the night. It was usually the same game with Amarant, saying his piece before disappearing back inside himself and allowing any criticisms to bounce right off his shell. Words would reach his ears but meaning and reason never would, a bubble of beliefs that had rarely been pierced. He had thought Zidane the only one truly capable of challenging him, that he was the only one with the standing, the strength and the ideological opposition to stand against the Red-Headed Man with any kind of ground to stand on.
...Now he was coming to learn that The Queen herself either had or adopted his values too, putting as much faith in that monkey as he did in the rest of them, as much as it pained her. Arguably Garnet had lost more than anyone in her lifetime, Queen, country, family, innocent strangers. She had every reason to detach herself from it all, to sacrifice both of her identities in order to begin life anew as her own person... but here she was advocating for EVERYTHING she'd said so far on top of coming to Zidane's defense as well, reaffirming his right to Kuja's life over her own. Amarant turned his gaze to her curiously, his gaze heavy, analytical, as if resting the full weight of a magnifying glass on the back of the beetle he was observing. By every measure, Garnet deserved to be the one to kill the silver-haired genome and she was giving it up because of.... what? Respect? Family? Some attempt to bury the past? A desire to shirk that responsibility?
Love.
It was for love.
...Whatever.
It was the most disgustingly hammy explanation for her behavior that Amarant had EVER heard. She just loved Zidane TOOOOOO much to do what her country requires of her and end the greatest threat Gaia had ever known. She loved him toooooo much to refuse her boyfriend another chance to screw up! Love, love, love. What, was this some sort of fantasy to her where the good-guys always win? Did she actually understand how astronomical the odds were that they won the FIRST time!? Ugh. What's even the point? He might as well be arguing with a wall for as much progress as he was making.
"...Yeah." He muttered as Garnet declared her allegiance, the bandit feeling... uncomfortably disarmed.
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 14, 2020 13:26:44 GMT -6
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Garnet stood for a moment, feeling her chest rise and fall after her emotional outburst. To the outside observer of course, it was impossible to notice. Garnet knew how to hold herself like a princess, like a queen, she had been trained in it since she was six years old, and could repress the emotion, but she herself was aware that her heart was thudding in her chest, that she had just expressed feelings she had not told anyone before, and now she had told them to Amarant Coral of all people.
And what was the reaction to her baring her soul to him? To her letting her guard down and showing how she really felt? She had told him that she loved Zidane. Had she ever even said those words before? They were so true, so true in her heart, but she wasn't sure if she'd ever actually said them out loud. Well, except maybe a dozen or so times to Zidane when he finally showed his face again during the play, but... not to anybody else. Not so matter-of-factly. She had even caught herself off guard.
And what did she get in response?
"...Yeah."
Yeah...? Yeah?
What did 'Yeah' mean? Oh, she knew what it meant, of course. Maybe there was a time when 'yeah' would have felt a little odd in her mouth, but she knew the word now. She had used the word. But what did it mean in this context? Yeah, he understood her? Yeah, he wouldn't track down Kuja? Yeah, he understood she was thankful he was taking her along?
What did 'yeah' mean!? Why did he have to be so obtuse? She wished Zidane was here. Or Vivi. Or even Steiner. Any of them could fill the awkward gap. She didn't know what to say now. How was she supposed to reply?
She paused, thinking, and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. She could give meaningless one word answers too! It was one of the first things she'd learned, just before Dali. So with great satisfaction, Garnet looked back at him, and, with her hands on her hips, confidently said; "Alrighty."
She followed him in silence for a moment, before she realised she hadn't actually asked where they were going. She was just... following him. Which might have been fine with Zidane, but with Amarant it was probably a bad idea without checking first. "So, uh... where are we going? I-I do not think we should begin our search tonight. We should get supplies first, and then meet in the morning," she suggested, trying to get an answer out of Amarant as to what he was planning. "I still do not have a staff. I should at least find a basic weapon before we leave..."
And there was silence. Sweet, comfortable silence as well as consensus. It wasn't that hard, it seemed to get someone to follow him, huh? Zidane made it look so easy, commanding them without a word as if his temper, a motion, a look alone was enough to get them in position. It always urked him, this... level of control he had over everyone, how he possessed this invisible hand from which strings attached themselves to his party-members, Controlling them quietly, indirectly... It was as insidious as it was intriguing how he just... got them all to follow with their radically clashing personalities. In a way, this... meeting was transforming into an experiment for the Bandit-King, an attempt at an answer to a quiet musing of his. Amarant would make his way forward and the Queen would trail behind, neither saying anything to the other as they weaved their way through the dark and dank alleys outside. For Amarant, the silence was an indication of confidence, that the two of them trusted in the other that they would do what they had to do. One would lead, one would follow... but they wouldn't get far before Garnet revealed her true feelings.
Amarant would come to a stop as the young woman informed him of her predicaments, expressing concerns over their lack of on-hand supplies, the fact that Garnet didn't come into this world with her assortment of staves AND... that she wasn't exactly comfortable with their destination being immediately unknown. What was once an expression beginning to resemble the serenity of neutrality, would fall hard into a disgruntled frown. Bah. Just when things were getting going too. Of course, his face would remain hidden fore he would not turn to face her right away, the large man responding first, in silence... then with a heavy grunt that bordered on a sigh.
"Yeah, we should." He remarked with a punctuating flatness. He would turn to face the Queen, his head having to tilt a remarkable distance downwards in order to meet her eyes. "There are various shops nearby. We can buy what we need there."
...On that note, Amarant would take mental stock of what he actually had on him... Which didn't take very long. A handful of gil, his weapons, clothes, and a potion. Enough for short journeys or one where civilization was always close by. Amarant always traveled light, being a loner by nature, finding his food in the environment and taking only enough medicine for desperate situations. He had grown accustomed to this lifestyle, so mobile and smooth, quiet and quick... "
He hadn't traveled with another since the end of the world all that time ago... He wasn't anxious so much as he was... huh...? What was this feeling? This tightening in his chest, this surge of energy in his muscles, this... sharpening of his senses as if the entire city in its liveliness had been emphasized!
...Could it be that he was excited...?
Amarant would nod back in the direction from which they had come, directing the Queen (if she still retained the title) in that direction, the bandit following close behind. Doubling back and following the alleys the rest of the way, the two would step out into the eternally lively markets of Torensten, the streets aglow with business and mobility! The way metal clashed together, the way boots stomped upon the stone, the way voices melted and blended together... it was as if the city itself were singing a tune... or at least, this portion was.
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 18, 2020 10:47:01 GMT -6
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(Okay, Garnet, repeat after me. It is not becoming of a Queen to groan in frustration. It is not becoming of a Queen to groan in frustation. It is not becoming of a Queen to groan in frustration...)
The thoughts skittered across Garnet's mind as Amarant changed tact, but without much helpful input at all. Would it kill him to offer her a little conversation? She supposed she should be glad that she wasn't just getting one word answers anymore, but now he seemed to want to follow her into the shopping district. What made him think she knew her way around the shops? She supposed she obviously had experience leading people, she was royalty after all, but that wasn't usually in the 'follow me down this busy street' sense.
She paused for a moment, considering. "What... do we need? Zidane usually handled the travelling supplies," she commented, trying to think for a moment. "We should purchase at least two tents..." Garnet would rather two, even though one would do, she had gotten used to having to share, but sharing with Amarant felt quite different from sharing with the entire team, when she had Zidane and Steiner nearby. She would much rather her privacy. "And some potions. And of course, food rations and drink. I... do not think that I shall be able to carry much, but..." she looked over to Amarant's huge frame and muscles. She doubted he'd have a problem. "Hopefully you are better suited," she ventured. She knew that he was, there was no question of that, but whether or not he would remained up in the air. On their last adventure, Garnet hadn't had to do any of the heavy lifting while travelling, but... well, she suspected Amarant would not cut her the same slack Zidane did.
"How far is this beach? Should we not find an inn and depart first thing tomorrow?" she suggested, still trying to determine the best course of action. "We could split up and both find relevant supplies," by which Garnet meant Amarant could find the heavy things and she could find the other things, since she didn't fancy trying to carry a tent through the city streets.
What made him think that she knew what to do and where to go...? How about that she had enough of a plan to figure out what she wanted to do? Garnet looked at him with a bewilderment that was as disappointing as it was frustrating. He understood that Garnet grew up in a world that barely prepared her to walk without help, that she was barely an adult with hardly enough life-experience to fill her station AND that she has an unreasonable amount of power stored within her like a BOMB ready to burst... but couldn't she think an idea through before demanding it be followed? One could practically SMELL the judgement radiating off the Bandit-King with how thick it filled the air, from his body language just stiff enough to imply a frustrated discomfort, to how he stared right over Garnet's head rather than looking her directly in the eye. What Amarant would give to have a partner that was somewhat independent, that didn't need someone with any measure of intelligence of forethought to hold her hand.
...Almost made him long for Lani.
"How much gil you got?" Amarant questioned, once Garnet started rattling off their needs. "Tents are expensive and bounties here don't pay much. We won't be moving in the lap of luxury where we can restock whenever we lose something." As if to emphasize his point, Amarant would withdraw a small pouch from his belt and tip it upside down, a small handful of coins clattering out into an open palm beneath, showing just how tight a budget they were working with. "With this, I can handle maybe a week's worth of rations and maybe one tent. Potions and ether? You'll have to handle that."
...As easy as it would have been to be harsh, scathing, to make Garnet feel the weight of her inadequacy as a leader... now wasn't the time. Since things were finally starting to run the way they were supposed to, it would be foolish to make things harder than they had to be. Garnet would comment that Amarant would be more suitable to be the packmule of the party than she, trying to be courteous as she described it in vague terms.
...Well, at least she wasn't beating around the bush as much anymore. Finally, something he could respect.
"The beach I saw your boyfriend at was at least a day-and-a-half from here. Maybe two days if we're attacked on the road. There are suitable camp-sites along the roads. There are shops ahead that will have what we need. We better get what we came for and go before whatever's left of Zidane on that beach disappears."
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Aug 27, 2020 12:55:19 GMT -6
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(How much gil you... got?)
Garnet filed the strange phrase away for later analysis. Even after all of her travels, she hadn't quite gotten used to every slang option, particularly some of Amarant's choices. Oh, she was quite happy with contractions, and even plenty of slang, but she still got slightly confused when people seemed to intentionally make grammatical mistakes. She had never wanted to ask why that was. Maybe it wasn't intentional. Garnet had to admit, she doubted she could imagine Amarant getting private tutoring when he was growing up. She understood now that wasn't a luxury that everybody had (although she perhaps hadn't been aware of that at first, which was slightly embarrassing), but she still somehow imagined that her companions had been taught basic English. It seemed that in Amarant's case, he hadn't.
"I should have enough gil for some potions and a tent," she said uncertainly, counting her coin purse. "I arrived in my gown from the play, and managed to sell it for a small sum, but I am... beginning to run low. I think if we don't find a way home soon, I may have to extend my healing abilities to make some coin. I'm sure there are plenty of adventurers around here that could use some healing," she suggested thoughtfully.
She nodded when he pointed out the urgency. "You're right. We should leave as soon as possible. I'll give you the gil for the extra tent, and go and secure myself a weapon and potions, and ether if they sell it," Garnet was less concerned about potions, given her own healing ability, but running out of magical power was much more of a concern when on the road. And she still didn't want to have to carry a tent. "How much do you need for a second tent?" she asked, beginning to count out gil. It occurred to her that Amarant could just run off with it, but if she couldn't trust him with a few coins she certainly couldn't trust him with her life on the journey...
Amarant was actually somewhat surprised that Garnet took note of their situation and had begun to think practically, selling her services as a healer to make the money they would need to get by. Somehow, this didn't quite sound like the Queen of Alexandria here, someone who would easily take off their crown to step down on the commoner's level. Hell, he expected her to squirm once she discovered how... limited their expenses would be, perhaps even complain a bit and ask for her precious thief...
Obviously, Amarant hadn't been paying enough attention to this girl. Clearly she had some level of toughness about her... at least enough to shop for essentials by herself. He didn't need to know about her little adventure getting here, how she sold the clothes off her back for another outfit and some spare change, rather, he wanted to know when they were actually going to do this thing. For all Amarant cared, Garnet could have just been stalling with her little story-time, wanting to scrounge what little comfort she could take from someone vaguely familiar before stepping out into that wide world alone again. ...Amarant was starting to muse if he should just walk away right now and do his own thing, where the air was quiet and the drag on his boots was limited only to the grips of their soles.
...It would have been easy. ...And it was why he could not.
Garnet would ask how much Amarant would need for a second tend, the Bandit quickly sizing up the pile of coins the Queen offered him. A modest sum, but more than Amarant himself had on hand. Whatever that dress was made of, it was clearly more valuable than the slaying of ravenous beasts. Warriors were in no small number in this land, after all.
"...80 gil." He concluded after a brief pause to count everything up. "That will cover two tents and the food." Should Garnet give what he asked for, the Red-headed man would waste no more of his time just standing around, instead cutting through the swath of people waking out in the streets towards one of the many shopkeepers outside! With his bright white-blue skin, imposing height and blazing hair, he stuck out like a torch, even among a group of people. It wouldn't take much more than a moment of looking for Garnet to find him again once her end of the shopping was complete.
Post by Garnet Til Alexandros XVII on Sept 23, 2020 14:23:24 GMT -6
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Garnet, for her part, thought she might have noticed surprise on Amarant's face when she offered the coins, but she wasn't sure why. Oh, she knew that she was often underestimated by those around her; people had always seen the princess and not the girl when she had been travelling, but also she had thought that those who travelled with her had learned otherwise by now. Yes, Garnet had always been part of a team, she had always relied on others, but just as much as they had relied on her. She had fought alongside them and never turned away. She had stood her ground even when all hope seemed lost. She had been given a dozen opportunities to leave the party and live out her live as a Queen, to be protected and safe, but she never did. When it came down to it, she had been standing there, weapon in hand, ready to defy a God of Death itself, just like the others.
It always caught her off guard that it seemed that meant nothing to some people, that they had still not learned that underneath her softly spoken voice and white magic, she was at least a capable adventurer. In a sense...
She paused for a moment, wondering if the sum Amarant had offered was correct. He could easily be, what was the phrase? Ripping her off? But what choice did she have? Besides, if he wanted to steal her money, he'd just take it and she'd never see him again. It seemed a risk she was willing to take. She only paused, thinking for a moment, and then gave a determined nod, turning the 80 gil over. That didn't leave her with much for a staff, but it should be enough.
"Very well. You acquire the tent and the food, I shall acquire a weapon, and if I can, any potions or ether to back us up. I'll meet you back here in two hours?" she suggested, not that finding him would be particularly hard, but she felt like she needed to organise something and have something resembling a plan. The party separating to explore and meeting again was a common occurrence back when they'd travelled the world, and she was more than willing to do it again. She was confident she'd find him again...
She just wished she felt the same way about Zidane...
