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[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] “Come back soon. I shall keep your friends company until you are ready.”
Noctis couldn’t breathe. He’d spent so long struggling for air as he was being pulled inside the crystal that it took him a moment to even realize there had been a change of scenery. The crystal’s magic had been searingly hot, but as the shock wore off, it finally occurred to him that he was laying face-down on something hard and cold instead. Gingerly propping himself up on his hands, he spit out a mouthful of something wet and frigid--snow maybe?--before sitting back on his knees and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
He seemed to be in some kind of frozen wasteland. The sun reflecting off of the snow was blindingly bright, but after being surrounded by the crystal’s glow, it seemed almost dim. The worst part was the brutal temperature. He was already shivering in his short-sleeved jacket, and he’d been awake for all of ten seconds. This wouldn’t be pretty if he didn’t find a way to get back inside.
“Got to be kidding me,” Noctis muttered, climbing to his feet and spinning in a slow circle to take in more of the frozen tundra. He’d asked the crystal for help--practically begged that he was ready to fulfill their damn prophecy--and it looked like all it had done was spit him back outside of Gralea. Ardyn himself had seemed to think that the process would make him some kind of chosen king, but Noctis didn’t feel any different. If anything, the Ring of the Lucii on his finger looked like it had grown even dimmer than before he’d gone into the crystal.
“Damn it,” he hissed under his breath, rubbing at the back of his neck as he wondered what to do next. The crystal had been something of a last hope. How else was he supposed to stop the daemons and save his frien-
His friends.
Noctis straightened as he realized that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t any stronger. What mattered was that he needed to get back to Zegnatus Keep right now before Ardyn did something else to them. No more. He refused to let his friends be a shield between him and the immortal this time.
There were some barren trees behind him with icicles caked onto their lower branches. Noctis considered the tallest one before he summoned the Engine Blade to his hand in a shower of blue sparks. Taking aim, he chucked the sword upwards in a graceful arc before he warped after it and reappeared with one hand clutching a higher branch and his feet braced against the tree trunk. He needed to get a better view, after all.
It turned out the area wasn’t entirely barren. A silvery stretch of road wound its way not too far from him. It must have been a highway with how fast the cars were travelling, and Noctis could just make out a hazy city skyline in the distance along the horizon. The number of cars was startling given how overrun with daemons Niflheim had seemed to be earlier. Noctis hadn’t found a single person alive except for his friends, but this seemed to be a busy freeway. Not to mention that the shape of the city didn’t look all that similar to what Noct had glimpsed from the train heading into Gralea, but it could have been a different angle he supposed. It’s not like there was another city that big out in the tundra. It had to be Gralea.
And Noctis didn’t have time to spare. His friends needed him right now. Staring at the cars speeding towards the city, a reckless idea sprang into his head. Moving targets had always been harder for him, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Iggy would have shaken him for even thinking about it, but Specs wasn’t here right now. That was the problem.
Steeling himself, Noctis settled more firmly onto a tree branch before picking the car closest to him and chucking his sword towards it. Warping after it, Noctis managed to latch one hand around the top of the car as he and his sword landed on the vehicle's roof with a hard crash. With the wind knocked out of him, Noctis barely managed to poke his head down over to the passenger side and knock on the window. He couldn’t get a good view of the driver since he was upside down, but he hoped he didn’t seem too much like a serial killer. “Hey! Can I get a ride? It’s kind of an emergency.” The pain in his knee suddenly warned him that he had dented in their car ceiling. “Er...I’ll pay for that.”
Sonora had materials, and materials was what he needed. Specifically, he needed things like lumber to rebuild the Rising Stones. What with Prompto having gone and left, it was back to just him cleaning the place. Because like hell Matoya was going to do it. He found himself flying swiftly through the freezing air on Ragnabawk's back. He envied the bird, and his warm, uniquely scented plumage. Of course, things hadn't been looking too good. What with the front that was coming in behind him. He might be able to get to Sonora in time, but it would be a close one. Even then, he wasn't sure he'd be welcome. Ever since he'd saved Prompto, he wasn't sure how much Sonora remembered of him. Maybe while he was there he'd pay Aerith a visit, too, update her on how the Sephiroth thing had gone. He wasn't dead, so that was a good thing, right?
Wondered how she was doing.
It seemed he wasn't the only one wondering, as a yellow vehicle drove up beside and below him, the window rolling down. A man leaned out, beckoning Alexander to get inside the car, stating that it was going to be getting real bad. In fact, it was such a priority that he get in and be safe, that the man was offering Alexander a discount for it, too! "That actually sounds like a really good--Wait, did you say discount?" Alex caught on at the last second, his eyes narrowing in outrage. Who made a big deal about how your life was in danger, and then still charged for the life saving? What kind of prick did that? Adventurers, obviously, but he didn't need to say it out loud.
The driver shrugged. "Yeah? Gotta make money, buddy."
Alex's temper flared. "I'm not your buddy, guy."
"I'm not your guy, friend."
There was a long pause before Alex gave up. "... Fine." He remarked, landing and sending Ragnabawk on his way, getting into the back of the car. He took a moment to admire the seating; real leather, cozying up and silently looking out the window as the car sped towards Sonora at a leisurely pace. Of course, it all got interrupted as suddenly a loud thud was heard, and a familiar face, looking like a serial killer, landed on the hood, looking at the two of them upside down. Alex blinked for a moment, recognizing the features of the man, taking a moment to process it before he said the name. "Noctis?" The driver, who up until now had been raging and cursing at the disruptive youth, wheeled around.
"You know this guy?!"
And Alex nodded. "Yeah, I do, actually."
There was another pause as the driver looked back at Noctis, and then to Alex. Rolling down his window, he leaned out again, motioning to the passenger's side. "Right, um. Get in. I'm just gonna. Make a call to mum. Let her know I'll be late. Why don't you two catch up?" Pulling out a strange black rectangle, to Alex anyway, he stepped out of the car, making sure to roll the window back up. He was apparently giving the two of them some privacy, that was nice.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Maybe this hadn’t been the smartest plan that he’d ever come up with. The yellow car veered off the road before skidding to a halt so abruptly that Noctis was very nearly flung off. He just barely managed to hang on to the side by loosening his grip on his sword, but that meant that the engine blade was wrenched from his grasp and went flying off into a snow drift.
Well. He couldn’t say he didn’t deserve that.
Letting the grip on his magic go, Noctis banished the sword back to his glaive as he carefully slid off the side of the car and straightened up on his own two legs. He could see the driver better now--a man around Ignis and Gladio’s age who was currently screaming at him through the closed car door. Noctis rubbed at his neck sheepishly, waiting to get a word in edgewise when a second man in the back spoke up instead. Noctis blinked. Then he blinked again wondering if he’d heard right or if the car had muffled his hearing too much.
“...Yeah, that’s me.” Getting recognized back in Insomnia had been a pretty regular thing, but if he’d learned one thing on his road trip, it was that no one outside of the wall in Lucis cared about the royal family. It was even weirder to get recognized inside the empire. It was the kind of thing that Specs wouldn’t have trusted, and that realization made Noctis backtrack. “I mean...who’s asking?”
He wasn’t exactly fooling anyone at this point, but the two men seemed to be ignoring him anyway as they talked among themselves. Finally, the taxi driver rolled down the window and gestured for Noctis to get in as he stepped off to make a call.
“Er...catch up, right.” Noctis hesitated for a second even if he’d literally forced the man to pull over, but it wasn’t like a better option was going to come along. He opted for the front passenger seat instead of the back next to the other rider. It wasn’t exactly taxi etiquette, but it made him feel better in a car he didn’t know well. Still, sliding into the leather seat gave him an immediate sense of nostalgia for the Regalia, and he tapped one foot a little restlessly as he wondered what had happened to the car’s wreckage. Probably rusting under a pile of snow.
Rubbing at the back of his neck, Noctis finally turned around in his seat to get a good look at the man in the back. “Hey. Thanks for talking him down. Guess I should have thought that one through more.” The stranger definitely looked like he was from this continent. He had the same color of pale-blond hair as Luna, though he had the strong build and impatient expression of a hunter from the outskirts of Lucis. Noctis immediately wondered what he was like in a fight.
“What’s going on by the way? Last I saw, Gralea was a lot more daemons than people.”
He chuckled a little at Noctis backtracking, letting out a simple "Smooth." As the prince got in the car. Right, there was absolutely no sign of recognition in Noctis's eyes. At this point, this late in the game, that didn't even surprise him anymore. He'd expected it, but really, really hoped against hope that this would be a rare exception but it was not meant to be. It was a shame, too, as it would have made dealing with Prompto easier when he could have had Noct himself verifying it. Maybe. This of course assumed that the idea that Alex having been telling the truth the entire time wouldn't have just upset Prompto even more, which Alex considered a distinct possibility. Closing his eyes for a moment, Alex simply nodded. "Yeah that's about what I was expecting." Maybe not those exact words, but confusion and getting details wrong. It was becoming the norm here.
Until he blinked for a moment and looked at Noct. "Wait, you guys have Voidsent, too?" Alex knew the word daemon. Another word for voidsent, beings from the thirteenth shard that often found their way to the Source one way or another. Too often it was some idiot with a harebrained scheme to control the power of daemons for himself that brought them over, and more often than not, it fell to Alex to fix the problem when it got out of hand. Thoughts of Diabolos and Scathach and the Cloud of Darkness came to him. He really hoped they didn't show up here. They were exasperating. But knowing that Noct's world had them did help. He shook his head, dismissing them as he moved on to what else Noctis said; "Gralea, right. Uhm, so you're not in your world anymore. You just had the fortune of being dropped in the one place most like it, in a completely different world. You're on Zephon."
What the fuck was a Gralea? Prompto admittedly hadn't helped much. Not that Alex made an admirable effort. Oh, sure, a couple times to reach out and get to know him, but whenever they talked, it went wrong, and eventually Prompto just sulked in his room and Alex, unsure of what to do, just left him there. The whole situation had been... regrettable. For him. Namely he regretted how a lot of it went down. But, well, he'd confirmed that this wasn't Eos, and that Alex probably wasn't from his world. Which left the obvious question. "As for how I know you, Which he considered the obvious question. "Do you want the truth or do you want me to make up something believable? Because when I tried the truth last time, it didn't go well. People don't usually like it when you recognize them and they don't recognize you." He scratched a finger at his temple as he looked away. Well, he didn't recognize Prompto and vice versa, but him knowing Noctis just... set Prompto on fire, and it was so ridiculous.
Meanwhile the man continued on his phone outside. Alex couldn't hear him, but he did gesture towards the two of them, bending down to look at the back of his car. He started to become increasingly irate as he pointed a finger downward where he was standing. Was he expecting his mum to show up or something?
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] The blond guy in the back of the car seemed almost disappointed the first time that Noctis looked at him, even going so far as to mutter that he hadn’t expected anything else. In any other circumstance Noctis would have scowled at him for that, but as worried as he was for his friends, he mostly let it go. Instead he just crossed his legs and messed with the buckle on his single leather glove as he muttered “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He knew that he wasn’t exactly what most people thought of when they pictured Lucian royalty, but he’d always preferred it that way. At least he had until Insomnia fell.
“Voidsent?” Noctis met the man’s eyes in the rearview mirror, raising one eyebrow as he tried to process the word in relation to daemons. “Never heard them called that before. Is that catching on in the empire or something?” A vocabulary difference became the least of Noct’s concerns though as the man went on to try to tell him that he was sitting in a different world entirely from Eos.
Swiveling around in the leather seat, Noctis tried to figure out if the blond dude was just making fun of him, but he didn’t have the right expression for that. If anything he looked like he was just debating the next thing to say, and Noctis was suddenly kicking himself for sliding into a taxi with a stranger. Hadn’t he learned anything about not accepting help from suspicious characters after Ardyn?
“Er...Right. Well I think I’m just gonna go…” Noctis was reaching for the door handle when the lock clicked shut. Glancing out the back window, he scowled at the taxi driver still on the phone who was holding up his keys and giving him a look like he better not run off. Even through the glass, Noctis was pretty sure he could read the man’s expression. Not until you pay for my car damage, buddy.
With a groan, Noctis gave up and fell back in his seat. It wouldn’t exactly be hard to flick the lock again and climb out, but the moment was gone. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he said instead from where he was slumped in the seat. “You’re trying to tell me that...what? The gods made other worlds too?” He wouldn’t entirely put it past them, but then he wasn’t sure why they even cared so much about Eos or prophecies if they had other worlds to play with. Luna might not have liked that phrasing, but he’d never know now. He’d never be able to ask her if she’d resented the fate that the astrals had given her too.
Thinking about Luna really wasn’t the best plan right now, but thankfully the blond guy in the back distracted him from the sudden lump in his throat. Turning around again, Noctis placed one boot on the leather seat and rested his arms up on top of his knee. It felt more like they were having a conversation now that they were facing each other, so he didn’t mind being a little more blunt. “You’re not making much sense, dude.” He at least tempered it with the small half-smile that he usually reserved for his friends. Maybe because this whole situation was so ridiculous, starting from when he’d practically hijacked the taxi.
“People used to know me all the time when I didn’t know them. I figured you’d just been to Insomnia or something, but I guess not.” Rubbing his neck a little self-consciously, Noctis took the time to crack his neck before looking up at him again. “I’ll take the truth though, since you’re offering. Maybe you could start with your name.”
He shook his head. "Not in your world, not the... what was the name of it, again? Nilfgaard? Milfheim?" He rubbed hiss chin thoughtfully, before dismissing it as he noted Noct's change in demeanor. Alex's face betrayed no expression the moment Noctis said he was going to be going. It was that kind of excuse that screamed that he was just uncomfortable and wanted a way out. He understood it. Truly. He was here in a foreign world, with no idea what was going on. If it wasn't for the fact that he took it much better the first time, Alex wouldn't have thought anything of it. Except his only other option in Eorzea was dying. He didn't have much room to complain about you. Circumstance could change a great many things, and this place was familiar enough to Noctis that he realized he likely had more options. Still, as Alex inspected his nails and waited for Noct to leave, there was a small part of him that stung a little. It was only when the door locked and Noctis turned around that Alex responded. "Ah, decided to just take your chances with me, then?" Fair enough. Circumstances worked again.
He could only nod in agreement, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes. "Yeah, I know." The reactions made sense, so the best he could do was roll with them. He opened his eyes again as he looked Noct over. At least he was so far taking this better than Prompto had. Prompto was... Alex was sure he could terrorize Prompto by throwing on a bedhseet and following him everywhere all bOooOoOOoooo. "Well, maybe not your gods, but yeah basically. Your gods, from what little I know of Eosian deities, try to look wise and beyond mortal ken, but are really as dumb as the rest of us." He had no problem committing blasphemy. At his the gods of his world were honest; they made no bones about the fact that all they yearned to do was kill everyone there and eat their souls. Alex would prefer a knife to the face than a knife to the back.
It didn't stop him from commenting after a brief pause though. "... I never got their whole trial by attempted murder thing, to be honest. You're the Chosen King and all that. What happens if you're not ready for their trial? Do you just, die and they throw up their hands all 'Oopsy-woopsy, the world's all fucky-wucky now'?" He threw his hands up, changing his voice for the last bit as it took on a more nasally tone. Eosian gods never appeared too bright to him. Garuda outed Noctis as being special, while having no idea how she got there, and despite said outing, figured the best way to drag Noct back was to try and kill him before taking him back. He didn't undestand it, and he knew it was off topic as he shook his head again. "I'm rambling. Get comfortable. This is gonna take a bit."
Boy, was it.
Placing a hand on his chest, he cleared his throat, closing his eyes and attempting a sort of dignity. "I am Alexander Sorel. I hail from the world called Hydaelyn. I am an adventurer and Warrior of Light," And, well, Noct, at least, should know the full truth. He had been fine with Prompto just thinking he was some nobody adventurer, but well, Champions of the Light gotta stick together, you know? That and this was all stuff Noct had already known, just... forgot, he figured. Alex's eyes flashed open again as his hand moved from his chest, pointing directly at the King of Light. "And you," He remarked, "Paid my world a visit when you got stranded there. You probably don't remember. That's normal. This world that we're on, which is not Hydaelyn or Eos, has documented cases of messing with your head." Sephiroth told him it was more than head fuckery.
"I first heard about you because you caused a stir with the city of Ul'dah. A man in black with a black machine had been sighted in the desert, and he might be a threat, perhaps a member of the Garlean Empire. Naturally, as the Warrior of Light who had just crushed said empire's Ultima Weapon--Gods, I was strong then, still am," He took a moment to flex, admiring his own physique. It was a practiced move, perfected over countless repetitions. A Manderville Man, through and through. "It fell on me to investigate." He grinned. ... Was that a shine to his tee-No, no. Couldn't be. But the flexing stopped as he continued. "That, was when I found you, in all black, in a desert, slumped by the Regalia, which had broken down, with a sandstorm on the horizon, no idea where to go, and, I mean, look at you, man. There's no way you're pushing that car by yourself, so I had to help you get that car to my friend, Cid, so he could fix it." He reached over, pointing to Noctis's arms which, in Alex's opinion, may as well have been noodles.
There was a brief pause before he added on "Also with MTs hot on your ass, not that either of us knew that at the time. But let's take a brief stop, keep you in the loop. I'm sure you've already got questions. Want to get those out of the way or should I just keep going?"
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] The blond guy in the back of the taxi didn’t seem to think much of the gods. Noctis gave him a surprised look at first, since he wasn’t exactly used to blasphemy coming from someone other than Ardyn. Eventually though, he couldn’t resist a snort when the man asked what the astrals would have done if he had failed their trials. “Honestly, yeah, I always wondered that too. At least Ramah’s trial was pretty chill, but the others didn’t seem to mind if I failed.” It was only when he finished talking that he realized how odd it was for a stranger to know that he was supposed to end up as the chosen king from the prophecy. His father hadn’t been big on spreading that particular fact, so he gave the man a slightly suspicious look even if it did lend some credibility to his story.
Whether or not Noctis wanted his story to have credibility was another thing entirely.
The man finally introduced himself as Alexander Sorel with enough flair that Noct had a hard time keeping a straight face. It felt like he was trying to emulate the high-born political crowd that Noctis himself had always been forced to mingle with, but maybe the man had a background in high society too since he’d called himself a Warrior of Light. Just his introduction had left Noctis with enough questions that he waved his arms to put “Alexander” on pause. “First of all, that’s way too much of a mouthful. So do you prefer Alex or Al?” He couldn’t help a slight grin since he somewhat expected the man to hate both of them. Everyone he’d traveled with before had used a nickname too though--except for Prompto come to think of it.
“Second...You said Warrior of Light?” His expression turned more downcast as he rubbed the back of his neck. “...Sounds like you’re pretty ‘chosen’ yourself.” Not that he really wanted to pry, but Alex seemed to know all about Noctis’ assigned destiny from the astrals, so it was only fair.
Alex went on to explain how he knew Noctis, and the boy’s head snapped back up to stare at him more and more incredulously the longer he talked. Even with how confused he was though, Noctis still had to snort when Alex flexed to show how strong he was. This dude was a piece of work, but he didn’t seem like a bad guy even if his story was crazy. Eventually he took a pause for questions, and Noctis just gave a half-chuckle in response. “Hell, I thought you’d just seen my picture in a magazine or something. But that was...a lot.”
Understatement. Taking a moment to process, Noctis glanced out the back window at the taxi driver still on the phone before he let out a slow breath. “Alright. Let me see if I got all that. You’re saying we met before in your world, but...I have amnesia about going there. And that would have had to have been before Gralea, because the Regalia’s totaled now.” It still hurt even thinking about his dad’s prized car rusting under the snow, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. It probably wasn’t the time to defend his body’s honor either, but he couldn’t let that one slide since Alex had literally pointed at his arms for effect.“Dude, I’m not that weak. You sound like Gladio.” His shield had always tried to force him into the weight room more when they were growing up, but Noct had avoided it like vegetables.
Tapping his boot against the car door, Noctis glanced back at Alex again, trying to decide how much he believed. “Look...that’s pretty crazy. But you know a lot of stuff you shouldn’t, I’ll give you that.” He hesitated again before deciding that Alex definitely had his attention at least, crazy or not.
“If we met before, then got anything else you shouldn’t know about me?” He didn’t want it to seem like a test or anything, but if the guy knew too much, then at some point he might not have a choice but to believe Alex.
Casually, Alex agreed with a nod. He had to concede that about Ramuh. He didn't try to violently murder everyone aggressively. He instead preferred to commit suicide by Warrior of Light. By trying to violently murder said Warrior of Light as part of some kind of test. The sylphs didn't need him, but the guy was dedicated to his duty, Alex would give him that. "Yeah, Ramuh was always more laid back than the others now that you--Wait, Ramuh's a god in your world?" Oh. Oh, that was bad. And did they worship these gods? Part of him really hoped not, because otherwise this was going to get awkward real fast. He held his hands out, spreading his fingers. "Okay, okay, right. Let me answer your stuff first. Regarding my name, either's good. I'm not picky about my name." Considering everyone usually called him Warrior of Light, he'd take any variation of his name, really.
He nodded though, he was chosen. Not exactly thrilled about it once he learned the details behind Hydaelyn, but nothing he could do there. "And yeah, Warrior of Light. You got it. Takes one to know one I guess. I reincarnate throughout the ages, and I don't know all the details of how my past lives work," Sometimes he wondered who they had been, what they were. What had their lives been like? Had they been given better fortune than him, or just the same? "But basically I reincarnate, fight to keep the world safe and balanced, die, reincarnate as someone else, and do it all over again. Been going as long as the world's been turning." The only incarnation he knew of concretely had been the first; Azem. The one who existed before the Sundering, and he only knew that due to the Ascians and Hythlodaeus filling him in.
He pointed a finger at Noct as he continued, taking a moment to glance outside at the driver, still on the phone, looking down the road as if he were expecting somethhing or someone. Turning back, "And as for your third question." his finger curled inward, as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "If you're referring to the Chosen King bit," Had to be. The rest of what he knew Noctis had volunteered freely. "Well... remember how I said your gods try to look smarter than they are? I'll jump ahead to the end for a moment; one of them got dragged to our world, and was visibly confused when we found her. When we did, she saw you, composed herself and said something to the effect of 'Ah, the Chosen King. So that's the way of it.' Like you being there explained everything." He shook his head before his gaze intensified in confusion. "It didn't. We still have no idea how you got there."
Alex clapped his hands together, the tips of his fingers resting just under his nose. At least he wasn't kicking the back of Noctis's seat. Well, yet, anyway. He could get fidgety during a long trip. "So that's how I know, and, yeah, itmakes sense it'd be sensitive info but..." There was a deep, sharp inhale through his teeth. Which indicated there was probably some bad news coming. "She said it in front of a group of people. One of them a reporter for the Raven. Which I don't know how journalism works in your world," He had to have it, knowing what a magazine was and all. Kipih Jakkya was a pleasant enough lady, but still, when she got a good story... "But the Raven's a Tabloid. Gossip and rumours and privacy invasion. So uh... yeah. All of Eorzea knows you're the Chosen King, bud."
He chose to leave out how Noctis was a national celebrity, how the Weaver's Guild had made a line of his outfit, and how he was probably owed a lot of royalties. Huh, royalties for royalty. Man he's clever. Maybe he should have said that after all. That thought was quickly dismissed though. This was probably getting to be weird enough for him, and he hadn't even fully answered it yet. "As for other things I shouldn't know...." He paused for a moment. Kingsglaive? No, Noct had volunteered that. Plus he never heard of it being some kind of black ops thing. Which, wait. Technically Noct never fired him. And he was sitting right there. Alex thought to his sword for a moment. Did that mean that that power... he'd have to try it in a bit.
Finally he came up with something after a pause of a few more seconds. "I can drive the Regalia. Cid told us it'd take him a while to fix it, having never seen anything so advanced. In reality he had it fixed in about an hour, didn't tell us because he was curious, took it apart, studied it, put it back together, and made another one after you'd left with the original Regalia. Gave me the keys." 'Course, as nice as that car was, it just couldn't replace his Chocobo. No, the Regalia only came out when Cassandra or some of the Scions wanted him to ferry them someplace quick. Moving away from that though, Alex cleared his throat. "Right, so, my turn. Name your gods, please?" Because he really needed to know just how much he should reveal about the whole 'I may have killed your gods' thing.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Alex seemed shocked to learn that Ramuh was one of the astrals, so Noctis assumed that they never went much into Eos’ history together. It made sense though--if he really was stuck wandering around this Eorzea at some point, then Noct would have wanted to talk about wherever the hell he was. Not where he was from. At any rate, Alex didn’t seem to have any preference on nicknames, so Noctis made the choice for him.
“Alex it is then.” Maybe if he cut his hair shorter then he’d look more like an Al, but that felt like a weird thing to say. Anyway, the tone was shifting to something more serious as the blond man went on to explain what the Warrior of Light was. It sounded like Alex was as much at the mercy of the gods’ will as he was, and Noct had to furrow his eyebrows as he laid out the whole reincarnation thing. “...Sounds like that kind of sucks honestly. At least I only have to worry about this life.” However long or short it might be, and it was looking more on the short end if Ardyn had anything to say about it.
Alex jumped forward a bit in his story to explain what had happened before when they’d supposedly met. Apparently one of the female astrals--and it had to be Shiva because Leviathan would have just tried to kill them both--had revealed the prophecy in front of a group of people. Including a reporter. Noctis, having dealt with tabloids since he was a kid, groaned and let his head fall forward dramatically to hover over his arms.
“Great. So I’m famous in two worlds now.” He had never really liked getting recognized by strangers, which was one reason he had enjoyed their road trip outside of Insomnia. No one had cared much about the Lucian royal family outside of the capital. Thankfully though, they didn’t seem to be on Eorzea either right now if Alex was to be believed. Maybe this world was still neutral enough.
Alex had a copy of the Regalia apparently. Noctis raised his head again to give him a weird look. Normally he might have even been a little offended since that was his dad’s prized car and all, but since the original Regalia had been smashed, he actually perked up at the news. “Seriously? Is Cid here?” He didn’t hold out hope that Alex was talking about Cindy’s grandpa--the name was probably just a coincidence, but Noctis desperately wanted to meet the man if he could build a copy of the Regalia from scratch.
Alex wanted to know the names of the astrals, and Noctis had to blink at him for a second since it seemed off-topic. Something must have prompted the question in the man’s head though, so he shrugged and gave him what he was looking for. “There’s five main ones we worship, and then Ifrit the Infernian who tried to wipe out humanity ages ago. The others are called Titan, Ramuh, Leviathan, Shiva, and Bahamut.” Speaking of Bahamut, Noctis had expected to see him as soon as he had been sucked inside of the crystal, but instead he seemed to have woken up here. Did that make this world part of the Draconian’s trial for him? It would explain why he smacked into somebody who recognized him almost immediately.
On that note, Noctis perked up again and glanced back at his blond tour guide. “Hey, Alex? You haven’t met anyone else here from Eos, have yo-?” Police sirens. Normally he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but with the taxi driver out the back windshield still staring down the highway, Noctis suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
“...Hey, uh. What do you think the odds are that he’s actually talking to his mom and not the police? Cause I’m suddenly about 50-50.”
Alex shrugged and gave resigned nods as Noctis began his own response. As the names were rattle off, Alex made it a point to cover his mouth, lowering his face and hiding it behind his hair. Namely to try and protect himself. He tried to keep a straight face, he really did. But each name he got only gave him a stronger urge to cringe. Yeah, he wanted to be honest with Noct, he really did. But he saw no way the guy would ever trust him if he just up and said "yeah I killed your gods, bro. All good." So he just stayed silent. In fact, there was a small part of him that was relieved when he heard the sirens. It only lasted a second or so though, as he realized what it also meant, resting a cheek against a fist. "Well, you're Noctis, so more one hundred." First Prompto... of course. He blinked though as the urge grew. "... And you're Noctis. And here. Which means..." Pulling Silversnake from his belt, he hurled it at the car window, watching the pommel smash into the window, leaving a large crack before bouncing off the dashboard, getting hung up behind the wheel, and falling uselessly to the floor.
The driver outside howled with rage as Alex gave a defeated sigh. White wisps surrounded him for a moment as he simply phased through the seats into the front, grabbing his sword and positioning himself behind the wheel. Taking a moment to look around, he found the ignition-and noticed there was no key. Waving his hand in a frustrated manner, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, godsdammit. He's got the key, of course. One moment. Uh, buckle up." And pressing a button, he watched as the window rolled down, the sirens suddenly becoming far clearer and much louder. Leaning his head out, he reached out an arm, an orange tether shooting out and wrapping around the driver, pulling him over with a startled scream as he smashed into the back of the car and dragged to the front. The driver opened his mouth only for Alex to open his, a stream of jet black ink shooting forth and drenching the poor man. In the midst of the choking and coughing and cursing, Alex reached over, snatching the keys before rolling the window back up.
"Right, we don't want to get caught. Sonora does not like uh, we're called Outlanders. Very xenophobic. So, to answer your question. Yes. I've met Prompto. Guards here thought he was a terrorist so I pulled him out and gave him a place to stay." He remarked, a dribble of black link leaving the corner of his mouth as he started the car, manuevering it around the driver to make sure he didn't run him over. "Oh wow, this is nowhere near as unwieldy as the Regalia." He remarked. The Regalia was really nice, but it had always been so damn long. This was far more compact. Shaking his head, he floored the gas, heading away from Sonora and towards the sirens. "I don't know what he did. My personal theory is they thought he was another terrorist who wrecked my shop. Blonde, spiky hair and all that. The blonde homewrecker had a giant sword though, and I mean, Prompto... yeah." Prompto wasn't using one of those any time soon.
The engine well, it didn't exactly roar. But he noticed the flashing blue and red in the distance and made a disgruntled sound. Gripping the wheel, he sighed. "Unfortunately, you just missed him by a couple weeks. He might be back though, so you can stay with me in the meantime. I run an adventurer's guild and I have a backlog of fishing jobs that need taken care of. So, uh, yeah. I hope you're okay with being paid to fish." He looked to Noct for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the rapidly oncoming police cars, two of them at the moment, but there'd be more. It looked like it'd be a collision until... Alex effortlessly swerved between the two of them, looking in the rear view mirror for a moment. Traffic laws did not exist in Eorzea, and so for Alexander Sorel, flooring it and driving like a crazy person was just... normal to him.
The two cars were making a U-turn. It bought him a few seconds at least. "Ignis and Gladio. They're here. They've uh, run into some difficulties. We'll get to them later, but I have not personally met them." Yeah, difficulties. That was how he'd word it for now. Right now, there were other issues, and they could be dealt with later. He reached down, pressing a quick button to turn on the seat warmers, when it occurred to him. He glanced to Noctis for a moment. "Still though, Cid? Really? White hair, bearded, tech genius. He's the one you remember--Forget it, I'll take it." He dismissively waved his right hand. It was something. To Alex, it was proof from Noctis himself that the visit had happened, and he'd take whatever he could get. "But no, he's not. Give it time, though. This world doesn't run on things such as space or physics or reason. People get pulled here from different time periods in their lives, even if said period is being dead. He'll probably turn up sooner or later." Another set were coming up, and the squad cars from behind were starting to gain ground.
