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Right, so, Prompto was taken care of. That was one person safe, one of Noctis's friends found. Now he just needed to find the others, but that could wait until another day. Once again, it was rooftop to rooftop. Though he did stop for a moment, hurling Shadowbringer briefly to see if he could now that he realized Noctis and he were in the same world. Didn't work, but worth a shot. Now he kept the zweihander strapped to his back. It wasn't Silversnake, but at least it would be some measure of defense if things got ugly. He just needed to get to the entrance and retrieve everything he'd left behind. Still, as he kept moving, he really couldn't help but think back on what Prompto had said. It bothered him, more than he was willing to admit. Not the scolding, he 100% deserved that, just... everything else.
”You don’t know Noct. Not my Noct.”
Anyone from his world that he had met didn't recognize him. He'd always chalked that up to amnesia like last time. It was easier to deal with, after all, it'd happened after Carteneau. So everyone forgetting him again didn't hurt as much as it should've. But this was different; if those he met weren't his versions, then what could he do? He'd be truly stranded in this world, with no one to reach out to. He didn't understand it. Noctis's friends were consistent. Even if they were different Noctises... Nocti? Anyway, if they were different, his friends were still consistent. So why wasn't he? Perhaps it was selfish, but it bothered him that he was erased and it seemed that everyone else was just fine and dandy.
And then came the time difference, for Prompto, he'd just seen Noctis a week earlier, while for Alex, it had been two years. Things just weren't adding up. Why the time difference? It had been said by the guy that there was no rhyme or reason to it, did that have something to do with it, then? Not that it mattered anyway, what with one of the rooftops being just a tad more fragile than the others. Namely because his foot went right through the rotting wood, catching Alexander in it as his body sank in, tearing away at some more of the wood. "Oh, f--" He barely got out before it all broke, and he fell crashing through. There was a brief moment he was airborne, before his back slammed into a beam, causing him to ragdoll and spin in the air as he came plummeting down with a thud on his front.
At least he still had the giant sword with him. And whatever he'd landed on was soft, so there was that, too.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Sonora was a sprawling cityscape filled with the decay of metal and scent of damp wood that had been left to rot. In an odd way, she felt quite at home here within this city. Of course, both Cloud and Tifa were here as well. That was her most important reason for feeling at peace here, and she had even made friends with Seymour! Aerith made a mental note to see how the youth was faring in the near future. He seemed to have gotten his bearings after she had lead him back here, but she still worried if he was acclimating well. His Spira seemed much different from this world and the things he was used to. She did have his number to call him, though! When it was a little later in the day she would try and leave him a message if he did not pick up. [break][break]
But, for now, she was keeping herself busy with this secret space she had found during her exploration of the city. An abandoned building of some sort that seemed to have once been someone's home. Either way, it was away from the main part of the city and the soil of the building was actually quite nutrient-rich from what she could tell! Another attempt to grow some flowers, but she was a little handicapped this time. There was no lifestream in this planet for her to subtly manipulate to hasten the growth and health of the flora. No, Aerith had to rely upon her own green-thumb and hope that there would not be too much rain to drown away the newly sprouted seeds she had planted. It was an interesting challenge for her and one she was thriving on! [break][break]
Cloud was taking his own odd jobs to earn gil, and she was doing her best to aid her friends. Aerith was hoping that with time she may be able to open a flower shop of her own! All she had to do was grow the supply first and beg Cloud to make her a flower cart. With her patented sad-face, she was sure her friend would agree to her request! But, of course, her amusing thoughts were cast aside when she heard a crack within the ceiling above her crack and splintered would fell down around her. Aerith let out a startled squeak as she jumped back when a body soon followed the rotting wood of the ceiling. [break][break]
Was her life beginning to run on repeat? [break][break]
A man with a rather large sword strapped to his back had landed upon her newly budded flowers with the most dazed expression she had seen since Cloud had done the same thing. Was this a sign from the universe? Was she about to go on yet another life-changing journey? Aerith bit back a sigh as she walked forward before kneeling down with a contemplative expression. Well, he did not look too injured, but she raised her hand as she called forth her curative magics to aid the concussion he most likely had earned for himself. "Helloooo?" she called out with a tilt of her head. "You know, traveling over rotting, wooden rooftops was probably not the best idea you had today." Her lips were curled into an amused smile as she waited for the stranger to rouse himself.
He was already beginning to stir. He wouldn't be down long. He'd taken worse punishment than this throughout his life on a constant basis. In fact, one almost had to wonder how he wasn't crippled or something at this point. He let out a slight huff at getting bodied by a building like that. Normally he's a tad more nimble, well, usually. Poorly timed back flips not withstanding. But someone at least had the courtesy to cast a healing spell and speak to him, even if she was very clearly giving him grief. He turned his head to see who was speaking to him. Right, pink. Lots and lots of pink. His hand closed, gripping around some flowers. Okay, so that was what he had landed on. That explained the softer than expected landing, at least. Well, it was a good thing someone had put them there, at least they probably wouldn't be too bothered, knowing the flowers had been sacrificed for such a noble purpose.
Alex was up surprisingly quickly. Say what you will, the man was used to taking a beating. Right, he didn't want to keep anyone waiting but--well, honestly, he should at least thank the nice lady for actually helping him. Mostly. He brushed himself off, getting now dead plant matter off of him. Well, uh, crud. Ah well, they were just flowers, they could be regrown. "Thanks for that." He remarked, but a bad idea? Ohhhh no no, not right now at least. "And right now," He remarked, wondering if he should dismiss Shadowbringer or not, "It's probably the best idea I could've had. Got to stay at the top of my game." He flashed a thumbs up, yet keeping a deadpan expression on his face.
His eyes trailed upward. Could he just Corps-a-corps back up there? Something to consider, at least. He did tell Prompto to wait until tomorrow, but that also meant he'd also be trying to get out as quickly as possible. "Say, you know the quickest way to the station out of here? That doesn't involve a bunch of xenophobic guards trying to ruin your day?" Sonora really, really didn't like outsiders, especially when they were very obviously outsiders, too. Even then, when you didn't look the part and you looked like you blended in, they tended to give you the side eye.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] What annoyed her more than anything else was the complete lack of care he displayed towards the flowers he had crushed. Not even an apology or even a grimace that he had destroyed what had taken her a couple of weeks to grow out. Aerith felt her smile fade as she stood with her hands upon her hips. "You know, those took me weeks to grow and plant just right. This planet has no lifestream for me to use, so now they're just ruined and crushed!" Yes, she was certainly glad his fall had been softened, but he just seemed completely uncaring of it all. Even Cloud and Zack had the courtesy to be a little guilty! A soft escaped her as she shook her head. The man would probably hardly care at all, because she had yet to meet anyone else that appreciated plant-life like she did. Well, besides Tifa, anyway. [break][break]
"Did you seriously just use a pun? And a really bad one at that? Pride always comes before the fall, as they say," she said without a hint of a smile. What? She may as well use a pun back, right? Aerith knelt back down and ran her hands over the crushed flowers with a frown marring her lips. The stalks were damaged and the less bent ones were certainly bruised. She would need to tie supports to them to aid them in regrowing properly, and there was the silver lining that some of the bulbs had yet to sprout. But there was loosening the soil again and ensuring that nothing else had been damaged from his impromptu landing. What a mess! [break][break]
But at least he had thanked her. That helped to quell some of her annoyance as she stood back up and brushed off the skirt of her dress. A quick way to the station? Without alerting xenophobic guards? "What did you do? There's no reason for the guards to chase you unless you did something." Aerith crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head up at him. This really was turning into the oddest sense of deja vu! Were Turks going to show up behind him and threaten to take her back to Shinra? Another huff escapes her as she shakes her head and turns away to lead him forward. Well, not before grabbing onto his arm and physically getting him out of her flowerbed. [break][break]
"Your best bet is to not come crashing through the rooftops, you know. Follow me and no wandering off on your own!" And, for once, Aerith was not even charging one date for her help! Or, well, asking him to be her bodyguard. Cloud still had that role covered and she had gotten much better with defending herself! Well, most of the time!
Ah, she must have been from his world. Or at least one of the shards. "... You have to rely on the lifestream to do your gardening for you?" He raised an eyebrow, looking to the flowers. Perhaps he had given them a sweet, merciful death, if such was the case, as he looked back at the woman. This was already off to a rosy start, wasn't it? Really, if you have to rely on the lifestream... He shrugged at her attempt to fire back. "Was that supposed to be my punishment? I can play dirty if I have to." Really, was she willing to get into this? This was a battle she could not win. It was an art that he had practiced over the years with his dear apprentice. Well, mostly on his dear apprentice. Cassandra was never really one for this sort of thing. But the worse her reaction, Alexander knew, than the better the pun was to begin with.
What an attitude. They were just flowers.
As he was yanked out of the flower bed, he followed her lead. No reason to not do so just yet. But yeah, perhaps there was some valid cause for concern, so he rushed to defend himself. "Not chasing me, chasing a friend. I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time and I wanted to get out now that he's safe." And throw Prompto under the bus. Okay, so Prompto wasn't actually his friend, but still, be nice, best construction, right? Though it did cause him to stop for a moment as a realization hit him regarding it all. He did pick up the pace again, but he continued on. "... I think I just realized why, too. I didn't even know why at first." For real, that had been surreal, but thinking on it, now it made sense.
Taking Shadowbringer and dropping it into his shadow, where Fray was content to take it once more, he placed his hands into his pockets. "A while back there was some asshole that attacked Provo and wrecked my shop while I was gone. Blonde spiky hair and a giant sword. My friend doesn't have the sword but he definitely has the hair." He took them out briefly to motion his hands upward from his head, to indicate towering spikes in the hair before shoving them back into his pockets. "So I have a feeling they think he's that guy. He's way too scrawny to actually use a two hander, though." Yeah, he'd never say it to Prompto's face... well, actually he would, but Prompto was a really tiny dude.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] "I don't need the lifestream to garden, but it did make the flowers more resilient to this sort of thing. I've had this happen to me twice before," Aerith lamented with another sigh. It was just another thing about this world that continued to baffle her. She could sense how very fragile everything was here. If one thing were to go wrong, then she worried what would happen. Where did the souls of those that died go? This planet seemed to have some sort of will to pluck about anyone it so chose, but there was no collective consciousness that she could sense. And, well, it still left her feeling somewhat empty in a way. "I'll have to replant some of them and tie supports to the rest that weren't completely damaged." [break][break]
He really was rather rude! He reminded her of Cid in a way, but without the smoking and constant cursing. Cloud had been quite cool in his mannerisms towards her during their first meeting, too. Perhaps it was better to give the man the benefit of the doubt and get him to the station. Then she could come back and tend to the mess he had left of her flowers! "So now you're realizing that running around with a giant sword might paint a target on your back?" she mused with a quirked brow. It was a rather neat trick to watch him drop his sword into his shadow, though! Oh, was that a special form of magic from his own world? All Aerith could claim was that her staff folded into a neat, compactable version that she held onto her dress with a clip. The Ancients did make their weapons quite sturdy and reliable! [break][break]
An asshole with blonde, spiky hair and a giant sword? There was only one person she knew with that description. Well, not she knew two! "Have you looked into a mirror at all? You kinda resemble that, you know. You have the hair and the giant sword, but I doubt you would ruin your own shop even if you seem quite fine with destroying other people's hard work." Another side-eye from her even as she smirked just a little. But, really, what had Cloud been up to during their time apart? Sometimes she really worried about the trouble he could get into without even trying! Something she would have to ask him when she met up with him again. [break][break]
There were a few twists and turns as she brought him through some back alleys to hopefully avoid any wandering guards. The last thing she needed was to get caught up in this guy's mess. Aerith had enough of her own worries at present, thank you! But she may as well get to know this stranger a little more, right? "So, what's your name? I'm Aerith. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but you are kinda rude," she said with a laugh.
Alex looked at her and shook his head. "So your plants have died on you twice even with the lifestream helping." Of course, he misinterpreted it, but well, having three guys fall into your lap like that, he might find it a little hard to believe. She really wasn't the best gardener, was she? Still, try to be nice, she was actually helping him, so you know, nothing overtly insulting. Just be subtly insulting, that was one way to go about it. Still, he has to admit that even if she's really bad with flower, that she's really good at not getting caught. In fact, it seems almost practiced, as if this is something that she's been doing for years. He couldn't help but wonder; was she used to getting into trouble with the authorities as well? Was she a rebel without a cause? Well, maybe.
Still, he'd give her some grief on the sword. It was just easier not to have it on him, but, "Oh, it's not my sword. It's my sword." She knew nothing about Fray, and he could use say things like that at his own leisure. He wasn't lying. Fray was him after all, just, the part of him that actually had some modicrum of self preservation and self concern. Being the Warrior of Light could be exhausting, and having someone to look out for you was always desirable. Alex did tug at one of his locks though, look at her with a quirked brow. "This is aesthetically disheveled, not spiked." He protested before muttering under his breath. ... And it sounds like I didn't destroy anything that would've made it past next week anyway." Keep it low, be nice Where in the world was she getting the idea that he had spiked hair to even begin with?! She definitely wasn't a stylist either!
He had a name from her at least, and he sighed. "Alexander. And I said thank you for the healing. What else do you want?" Priorities, Aerith! Priorities! Get them in order! Alex was 100% willing to sacrifice a bunch of flowers to save another person. Maybe take pride in that her gardening had kept him from getting more injured than he may have already been. He couldn't imaging that ragdolling like that on impact on the way down could have been anything good.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Was leaving here an option? Because he really was rude and seemed to interpret everything to his own viewpoint with a care. A shame his pride really had not been broken by his fall! He could really use being knocked down a peg or two to be a little nicer! "That's not what I said! I said the lifestream made them more resilient. And they wouldn't have died had you not fallen on them!" Aerith felt her ire raising with nearly every word he said, and she usually thought of herself as relatively patient! Well, most of the time. But he seemed to enjoy pushing buttons without even trying. What was that phrase she had been told as a child? Some sort of troll that lived under a bridge? Something like that, anyway! He could stand to have a little more manners and be less...well, him. [break][break]
Not his sword but his sword? Aerith stared at him with the most deadpan expression she could muster before shaking her head once again. By the time this meeting was over, she was going to have an ache in her neck. The muttered comment was not appreciated as she soon let go of his arm to stand in front of him with one hand on her hip while she used the other to jab him in the chest with her finger. "I don't need the unwanted commentary, you know! Those flowers took time and effort to plant and they can take weeks to grow! I don't mind that they broke your fall, but you could be kinder about it. Honestly, it's like you just enjoy being mean to get a rise out of people!" Her cheeks were puffed out from her annoyance before she huffed and shook her head. What was even the point? The sooner she got rid of him, then the sooner she could get back to her plants. [break][break]
"I'd like you to be less rude, but I'll blame it on running from the guards." Aerith huffed at Alexander once more before grabbing his arm and dragging him forward like before. If he was going to be rude, then she would just be rude back! Not that he would really care it seemed, but it made her feel a little better. Maybe he had destroyed his own shop after all! A part of her was now even a little secretly glad that Cloud may have been the one to do so. Okay, that was mean even for her. Having your livelihood destroyed was horrible and took a lot of gil to build back up. She could not help but wonder if Alexander had provoked Cloud in some way or it had just been collateral damage. [break][break]
"So, how was your shop destroyed? You said some man wielding a giant sword?"
Alex threw up his hands for a moment. "What do you want me to do, write a power ballad on their brave and noble sacrifice?" He wasn't a Bard, he couldn't do that. He wasn't sure where to even begin on the sacrifice of the flowers that saved Alex from getting slightly more bruised than he already was. His eyes narrowed a bit at her. "You are getting way worked up over this. They're just flowers. Yes, they took time, do you see me ranting and raving about how my entire livelihood was annihilated and I'm basically back on the streets until I can fix it?" Well, sort of. He was used to living outside, so it wasn't that big of an inconvenience, but it was a ramshackle place he'd really wanted to fix up. He'd only barely managed to put a down payment on it with what gil that he hadn't blown on getting his clothes back.
Then he realized something; "Wait, you mean to tell me that you've had two other people crash in onto your flowers? Think maybe the universe is telling you something?" He deadpanned at her before sighing. "But fine, you win. Have your cake. Thal's Balls." He shook his head. Honestly, he figured she'd probably kick him if he didn't.
At least things were moving... kind of productively? Maybe? She was curious about what happened in Provo, that was fair. Not everyone would have known, so he just let himself get pulled along. She was really touchy feely, wasn't she? He'd admit the first thing right off the bat. "Hm? I wasn't there in person. But two men got into a fight. One with the blonde hair and sword. Now that I think about it reports said he was basically wearing a blue jumpsuit. The other was a guy with looooong silver hair and a black coat. But what really stood out about him was he had this really long nodachi." Longer than the guy himself. Alex couldn't fathon how you could even begin to wield that, let alone effectively, let alone without it breaking. He'd forged weapons before, he couldn't see a weapon like that being balanced and durable; it'd snap right at the center.
Anyway! "Anyway, from witnesses, because this happened surrounded by a ton of bystanders, the guy with silver hair was just minding his own business when the blonde just lost his shit and attacked him from nowhere. They fought, and caused a lot of damage, my shop getting destroyed." His mind went to darker places as he seemed to get just a little angry at that. "I swear if I ever find them..." Oh he would make them pay. Both physically and financially. They would be reimbursing him for his store. He would have his blood and gold! His weregild!
[attr="class","ayab-text"] There was something satisfying about seeing him lose his temper just a little. Aerith felt somewhat proud of herself that she had been able to get under his skin a little! "You know, that sounds a little tempting! But you don't seem to that the voice for singing, so it would probably be a horrible idea, anyway," she replied with a sly grin. Okay, now she was feeling better after letting out her annoyance and seeing him finally respond back in kind. Better to be open about it than make snide remarks! The young woman did feel badly about his livelihood being destroyed, though. Aerith knew she could grow back the flowers with some care, but he seemed to be really out of luck with his shop gone and being mistaken for a criminal. Though he seemed to get into trouble really easily. [break][break]
"Yes, the universe is telling me to let you just fall to your dooms, but I just keep helping, anyway." Another soft sigh as she shrugs her shoulders and ignores the rather weird curse he has. Thal's Balls? Who was Thal and why would one curse his balls? Probably some deity from whatever world he came from. But what really caught her attention was his explanation of how his shop had been destroyed. Aerith felt her face pale somewhat when she heard mention of none other than Sephiroth. Oh, well, that would explain why Cloud had reacted the way he had. Seeing his old enemy would trigger him quite easily, especially when she recalled how she had apparently been killed by the man. Or some form of him, anyway. [break][break]
"Sephiroth. The man's name with the long sword is Sephiroth." But she had no intention of mentioning Cloud's name with the rest of the story coming out. Another soft sigh escaped her as the pieces fell into place. Cloud must have seen Sephiroth and had attacked without thought at seeing his former tormentor. If she had been there, perhaps she would have been able to keep him back. There was no use in thinking about the what-ifs, though. What was done had been done and Cloud did owe an apology at the very least to Alexander. "I'm sorry that happened to you, though. I can't exactly tell you where Sephiroth would be. Back in my world, he was always hard to find."
