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Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 22, 2021 20:03:51 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He still hated this place. Hated the cold. Hated that everyone was such a xenophobic prick. He'd like to believe that sooner or later, Sonora would warm up to the Outlanders, but he had his doubts. This place had too much in common with Garlemald, and he knew how that went. All it would take was one Solus zos Galvus, and then there'd be a mighty empire on the rise. And then everything would go to shit. Best to just let this remain a xenophobic place that kept to itself, then everyone would be much happier. Of course, that could just be the cold getting to him, as he looked to his gloved hands, and still felt some chill even with his coat. He hated the cold. But there were other, more pressing concerns that brought him to Sonora. Mostly trying to get information on where in this frozen hellhole Gladio and Ignis had actually been imprisoned.
Of course, this was more Prompto's thing than his, he'd admit. But considering that Prompto had only left him a letter telling him about how he couldn't get involved and then ran off into the sunset after taking some of his stuff, well, Alex felt a bit... compelled, to actually intervene. It had nothing to do with the fact that despite this being Prompto's fight, that he was slightly worried and didn't want to spend the rest of his days wondering whatever happened to Prompto Argentum. No, it was just to get Ignis out, get a good cook, and maybe get a new recruit out of Gladio. Apparently the two of them were good fighters, and well, the Rising Stones needed that. And a new cook, considering Cassandra had abandoned him for the Dragonblades, and all that.
He silently entreated dark forces upon the Dragonblades. May they have the same fortune as he.
But, trying to find information on all that was hopeless by himself. Which was why he'd been trying to find an info broker. Keyword; trying. And he'd gotten pretty lost. He knew there was one in Sonora, and she was apparently good at it. It was just... finding her. Which he was failing spectacularly at, considering he was looking at what seemed to be a store, though the emptiness and the lights implied it was just in its dying throes. For what, he wasn't sure. Looked like a restaurant. He stopped for a moment, envying that it was in better shape than the Rising Stones. Maybe he should move it to Sonora? He immediately dismissed that as stupid. Too cold. Crossing his arms, he stared at the cafe. Maybe just go in and warm up a bit. That wouldn't count as cruel, right? Raising its owners hopes like that only to try and get some warmth? Maybe ask around?
[attr="class","crashBody"] The cold reddened her cheeks even as her anger slowly abated. Why was she so upset about Tseng being fine with Hojo’s presence? Did Tseng not see the same scientist as her? The way he destroyed lives for his own benefits and curiosities? Pulled apart aliens he barely had an understanding of and spliced them into victims who now had odd urges for reunion and static mental manipulations? He used and hurt so many Turks along the way. Something Cissnei could not forgive him for. [break][break] No. That’s not why she was mad here. [break][break] The wind blew hard on her face and she pulled up her scarf. [break][break] Now that her anger receded, thanks to the cold night air, it revealed that her heart was full of fear. She was afraid Tseng was going to get hurt. He said he trusted Hojo to be his doctor and that filled her with such fear that she would lash out in anger to prevent the harm that COULD happen. She already remembered when Tseng lay dying once before, when Sephiroth had impaled him. Reeve was quick to call Veld to save the dying Turk. Veld found the closest available ex-Turks to render combat first aid to him, before rushing him to the nearest infirmary. Cissnei had been the one to stitch what healing materia could not. So much blood and he had been so pale. [break][break] She almost lost him then. It was too close a call. [break][break] She let out a soft huff at the realization of the cause of her argument, a warm cloud of breath rising. [break][break] Dammit. She could use a drink now. [break][break] Instead, she had some unfinished business to wrap up. Literally. [break][break] Her eyes looked into the dark, frosted windows of her maid cafe before unlocking the door and stepping in. She turned the lights on. It had not been enough business to stay open. The inhabitants had a taste of Ignis’s good pastries, before he suddenly disappeared on her. With the turn of events, those who came solely for his good food - and butler uniform - had stopped coming to the cafe. She, of course, thought it rather odd that someone like Ignis would just leave without saying anything. [break][break] So, of course she sent people out to look for signs of him. Surprisingly, no one came back to tell her any news. It only made her more concerned. So, she called in a favor from her Sonoran Guard informant. A man she met at the masquerade. [break][break] The only response she got was a letter shoved under her door to the cafe. She stooped down to pick up the dirty letter. She turned her sign to open, even though it was after hours. No point in not selling some hot beverages while she packed up what little was her’s in this store. Someone would be up, wouldn’t they? [break][break] Carrying the letter with her to the backroom, she changed into her usual maid uniform. Just for old time's sake. She started heating the water and pulling down some of the ingredients. She opened the letter and started to eye it over. It sounded like Ignis with his usual polite apology first, followed by a remedy for the situation. [break][break] Odd. [break][break] He didn’t seem to know the state of the cafe. It meant he was somewhere closed off from this section of town…for quite a while. Or he was trying to tell her something else. [break][break] She stared at the letter more trying to see what other information the royal advisor might have left her. [break][break] When there she saw someone peering curiously through a window. She folded the letter and placed it inside her apron pocket snuggly. She moved delicately to the door and opened it for him. “Good evening, master. Please come in and warm yourself.” She gestured towards an elegant table by the fireplace. “May I offer you a coffee?” Cissnei’s only real specialty. She lowered her eyes and head, in offering for him to come inside.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 31, 2021 19:50:37 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Well it was answered for him, as a petite woman in a maid outfit came out to greet him. He blinked once, then twice. He'd never encountered anything like that back home, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He eyed her for a moment, before deciding that she honestly didn't look bad in it. She looked cute in it. Coffee. Coffee sounded pretty good actually as he nodded. He could get something hot and then head on his merry way to find this info broker. He wondered if she'd know anything about them. "Mm? Sure. Espresso con Panna, please." Alas, her desire for something simple like just coffee might have been dashed. His request technically was coffee, just... a very niche kind that most people wouldn't know how to make. Or even consider good. Moving on past her, he found himself taken in by the warmth of indoors, settling down and keeping his gaze fixated on her, almost unblinking.
It was actually kind of creepy.
But he wouldn't let himself be poisoned yet again, with how often it had happened before. He knew that logically, the maid had absolutely no reason to do it. She didn't know him, he didn't know her, and he was pretty sure that he'd done nothing to antagonize her. Like he had with that one serving woman back in Ishgard. Apparently helping to bring an end to a thousand year war was deserving of being poisoned. Thanks, lady. Still, he made it a point to be like a hawk. And for that, the best way around that was to just watch everything she did. Plus, maybe by watching he could learn to make it himself, and he'd finally have some decent coffee for the first time since Cassandra had completely abandoned him. He wasn't fond of having it black, and Ryne, bless her heart, just dumped a bunch of cream and sugar into it.
His fingers rapped against the table for a moment as he opened his mouth before closing it again. Would she find it rude if he asked about other businesses? He blinked for a moment, realizing he'd just gotten sidetracked and was now going to be paying for a drink he hadn't even consid--Ooh, she was good. Still, it made the following question feel a bit less... rude. "I'm... looking for an info broker around Sonora. I know they're a she, but that's about it. Would you happen to know anything about it?" At least getting a hot drink and some caffeine in him might give him some life.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]She loves to play coy. Alexander Sorel
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Real Priorities
[attr="class","crashBody"] There was a moment of stunned silence. Had he not expected her to take notice of him hanging outside? Or did he not realize the type of cafe this was? Then finally, his order came before he entered the store. She gracefully lowered her eyes as he passed her. “Of course. Please take a seat while you wait.” [break][break] Espresso con panna. It was not a typical item to ask for. Most were intimidated by the addition of sour cream. Still. She was used to unusual orders and fetching them for Shinra executives or her fellow Turks. If Cissnei was good at anything food, then it was coffee. [break][break] She quietly closed the door to keep the cold at bay. The moment she did, she could already feel eyes on her. Oh. She had a very attentive audience then. Cissnei liked nothing more than being seen. It did not matter if it was under Sephiroth’s careful scrutiny - which this reminded her of - or the gaze of some mob member she was crushing. At that thought, she cast a careful glance at the window. The mob had been unusually quiet, especially after she broke their spirit and stole their home. [break][break] She humbly went across the room and pretended to not notice his gaze at first. Behind the counter, she started the espresso machine. First, she ran hot water through it to remove any residuals from the previous drink created. She placed the mug on top of the machine’s warming vent. As the machine cleaned itself, she scooped some beans into a hand grinder. Hand selected beans, freshly ground for each customer. Alcohol was the safe haven of the Turks after a long hard day. But it was coffee that was there as a pick-me-up to keep them going. Cissnei took it quite seriously. [break][break] As she ground the coffee, her lashes lifted so that her eyes met briefly as he stared. She simply smiled warmly at him as she worked. He looked like he had something to say. She removed the portafilter from the grouphead and dumped the water into another container. She dried out the portafilter and filled it with the finely ground espresso beans. She used a tool to pack it gently, before placing it back into the group head. [break][break] It was then he seemed to muster the courage to ask his question. “Oh? An information broker? I might…Hmm.” She smiled softly as she turned her eyes to watch the machine. She moved the cup from the warming vent to the location where it would catch the copy. “Ah yes. I do believe she’s a regular here.” She leaned under the counter top to open the fridge. She pulled out a small piping bag filled with hand whipped cream. She neatly piped the whipped cream in a swirl over the coffee, but gently enough so it did not sink into a mess. [break][break] She brought it out to him on a glass plate and a small stirring spoon. She leaned down and set it on the table. She met his eyes again as she did so. “What does an adventurer on this cold, late night need an information broker for, I wonder?”
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 4, 2022 0:23:45 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He watched, intently, at her making the delicious treat. His eyes perked up briefly at the addition of the sour cream. He had to admit; very few people knew to add that sort of thing. Cassandra had been one of them, but when you were a world class culinarian, well, you tended to know those kinds of things. It didn't take too long, and she came back with it, handing it over and being as polite as ever. It was actually pretty cute, though the outfit was what still caught him off guard. Was it like a coffee shop where the waitresses wore maid outfits? What about the waiters? Well, they probably wore maid outfits, too, now that he thought about it. He hadn't seen any funny business when she had prepared it, so stirring the cup just a little, he raised it to his lips and took a sip. His eyes met hers, "..." And a silence fell over him for a moment before he looked at his drink.
He didn't say anything, but he could feel heat welling around his eyes. He wanted to cry, as he tacitly admitted to the girl "This is the first decent cup of coffee I've had in months." He loved Ryne, truly. And he knew she meant well. It was just... he had a sweet tooth, but it wasn't that sweet. Just dumping sugar and cream into it wasn't really what he was after, though he always accepted it with a smile and told her how delicious it was. He had a feeling she was making it more for herself; he had to make sure she couldn't get ready access to caffeine, too young. "Thank you." He mumbled, taking another sip as he felt the warmth filter into his body, and eagerly awaited the delightful rush of caffeine that kept the headaches at bay. One of these days he should wean himself off it, but, well, another time.
But the best part is she had a lead, and was very obviously hinting that she might help if he fessed up a bit. He wondered whether to bring up Prompto. He wasn't sure how wanted the kid was still, and it might close things off. It'd be a... touchy subject, anyway. But he decided that a little fib would be the best way to keep the heat away. He turned his gaze back up to hers. "I'm looking for a couple friends." He remarked. Yeah, that'd do. If they were friends of Noct, they were friends of his, right? Although a small urge rose up, maybe she could help with... yeah, that was a good idea. "... And a blonde homewrecker. Not a friend." He would find this bastard yet, somewhere, there had to be some kind of lead. "You uh, wouldn't happen to know anything about that last one--no, probably not. Hm." He could feel himself fuming just at the thought.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]Let her call up her good pal the info broker.
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[attr="class","crashBody"] Did he think it was poisoned or was he judging the worth of the coffee? Either way, she experienced the same intensity with Sephiroth or executives. It did little to phase her nerves, though it made it more exciting to see the end results. Her ochre eyes simply held his gaze at his first sip. There was that quiet registration in his eyes as he was trying to calculate his feelings on the coffee. Cissnei simply let him sit in that moment with that gentle smile on her face. She would let the magic of caffeine and sugar do its own work. [break][break] He looked away first and she lowered her eyes with that knowing look on her face. It was only with coffee she knew not to disappoint. “It is my pleasure to serve.” She gave a short bow to his response. “Coffee is the most important part of the day, after all. It should never be taken lightly.” She straightened and wagged a finger with a wink. Unfortunately, it was the only talent she had. Pastries and food…Well…That was quite another story. Which is why she wished her baker hadn’t left. [break][break] “There’s a lot of people looking for friends. The cafe is sometimes a meeting nexus.” She strode back to behind the counter to clean up the appliances once more. “Hmm…You must be in a hurry to find them if you are looking into this late at night.” She hummed thoughtfully. Either he was getting restless or some important situation was happening to spur him to action. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she reached to start packing some more supplies away. “And a blond homewrecker. I have plenty of those come through here. Though they all look alike.” She joked softly, with a small chuckle. “What will you do when you find them?” [break][break] She wondered what she would do with some of the leftover food supplies. She supposed she could donate it to some soup kitchen or something. “Well, if you like, I could give her a quick call. She tends to work late hours anyway. The cafe is open for tonight.” He could always order more coffee in the meantime. [break][break] Did Cissnei ever sleep? Zephon may never know.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 8, 2022 22:23:59 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Well, that last question certainly brought out some life in him. He almost roared to life, a raging inferno in his eyes giving a sharp indicator of the ferocity that lay beneath the Warrior of Light. He grit his teeth as he slammed his palms on the table. He wasn't angry at the maid, not at all, it was just... "I'll give him a piece of my mind is what I'll do!" He held up a hand, curling it into a fist. "Thanks to that jackass, my life is ruined and Cassandra ran out on Ryne and I to go fuck around with Caius!" His shop was in ruins, he hadn't had a decent meal in months! What money he was making he made sure went to keeping Ryne in good spirits! And getting clothes! Girl had suffered enough, really. And then in his time of need, Cassandra, fair weather friend she turned out to be, took herself and her amazing cooking over to the Dragonblades! Of course, the answer was obvious to anyone who new the situation; call it quits and join said Dragonblades.
He'd rather starve.
He continued on. "How can it be that hard to find the guy?! Blonde, spiky hair and a massive sword! That stands out!" Before letting out a sigh of exasperation. Placing an elbow on the table, he leaned into it, taking another drink of the espresso. The drink calmed him, just a little. "Sorry. Sorry. That's not, uh, directed at you. But, yes, please call this lady. The friends, the ones I actually am worried about, are in danger. Because they're dumb. Good people, but dumb." Okay, he didn't know that Ignis and Gladio were dumb. He didn't know they were good people, and really only figured that from being friends of Noct and Prompto. He didn't know them period, he just... didn't want a line to be traced back to Prompto. Really, he was kind of lying here. He just hoped the maid waitress didn't pick up on that. He took another look at her.
He should do something like that for the Rising Stones when he fixed it.
Alex took another drink before he made up his mind. "And um, another espresso, if that'd be alright." He could already hear his wallet sobbing because fancy coffee like this was almost certainly not cheap. But well, he needed to treat himself from time to time as well, and one of the simpler joys in life was good food and good drink. "What else do you make here?" Was it just a coffee shop where the waitresses dressed like maids? He was sure there was a draw for that, but something else would make this a bit more attractive. But with coffee like this, he was sure she could make other things, too.
[attr="class","crashBody"]Oh dear. Perhaps Cissnei should be more careful with her questions. The man made quite the scene in her little cafe. He roared in anger with the intensity of an angry behemoth in a china shop. It was a little exciting actually. Though she did what any good maid would do in this situation. She held up her hands to show him she meant no harm with a surprised look on her face. Eyes wide. [break][break] Caius a homewrecker? Something did not add up here. Caius had a gunblade and not a large sword. Nor did he have spiky hair, unless he needed to change his style - which was probably welcomed. At first, she said nothing. She just calmly let him vent his anger to hear him out. It was obviously something he needed off his chest. “It’s okay. It sounds like this guy needs someone to teach him a lesson for fucking around.” She agreed with him, her hands lowering. She placed a hand on her hip and leaned to a side, her fist coming up in a display of strength. “If he comes in here, should I hold him while you punch?” [break][break]
She gave that teasing smile and shook her head. [break][break] But then he asked what else she served, and her lips turned into a frown. She looked at her coffee maker before going back under the counter to retrieve packets of moonpies and cakes. “Unfortunately, my baker disappeared.” She said softly as she placed the wrapped cakes on a tray. “And it’s been hard to find another with the way Sonoran attitude is towards non-Zephonians.” But, they still took her currency. “It’s part of the reason tonight is the last night I am open. Coffee and tea are good, but without some decent food to come with it…” It just didn’t generate the proper revenue. Plus, the cafe was only meant to be open for a bit while she recovered. But he didn’t need a sob story. He needed an information broker. [break][break] “If you will excuse me, I’ll go make the call.” She would let him enjoy the rest of his current drink, before making another. She bowed, before turning to go into the backroom. [break][break] She gave a soft sigh. Did she need another job right now? Of course, she did. [break][break] She unlaced her apron, and soon enough, she was in her proper investigator attire. The Turk attire was well and good, but it wasn’t warm. And she left the house in her more casual wear in a hurry. Instead she wore her long sleeves, rolled up in the warmer cafe. Her typical business pants as well. She ran her fingers through her hair as she put the maid outfit in another storage box. Maybe one day she’ll get a use out of it again. Who knows? [break][break] Well, time to be Investigator Cissnei and not Maid Cissy. A pity. The cafe did generate some good information and gossip. [break][break] She stepped out again, to begin making his coffee. “On the house. Same style?” She offered a smile on her lips. “Seems she came to visit after all. You know I have a business card right? Angel Eye Investigations?” She chuckled, tilting her chin towards the small cork board by the door that had it pinned. She didn’t think she was that hidden. “But not many know I broker information. Hopefully, you didn’t ask all of Sonora that so openly.” [break][break] Then people wouldn’t say anything around her anymore. Too afraid she would sell their information. Yet, here they were on the internet, allowing big companies to do just the same. “I’ll be honest though. I didn’t think Caius had the balls to be a homewrecker.” He was polite and kind, unless something provoked him otherwise. A hero. [break][break] “Your friends are in danger?” She hummed thoughtfully, “Danger is my specialty.” The more of it the better. She was feeling especially restless tonight.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 13, 2022 23:44:55 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex seemed all for the idea of just holding him down and punching him. There was probably a tinge of jealously at Caius's constant successes regarding the Dragonblades, but he would never admit it, not even with a gun aimed right at his head. "That'd be great!" Caius was probably one of those people with a massive ego that could use a good pegging down. Yeah, that was it. But at least she seemed ready to go get this info broker. He would stay here, with his coffee, looking at the outside as time passed and he found himself wondering what he was going to do. And how he was going to pay for all this. He just hoped that the price wasn't too high. Or that she was alright with favors. Mostly. Depended on what those favors were. He wasn't about to go around killing people to pay off a tab. But his thoughts were interrupted as a different... no, this was the same woman, just dressed as a private eye. But she returned all the same.
He liked the maid outfit better, holding back a cough as he shook his head furiously to indicate he hadn't asked a soul. Nope. Not at all.
And then Alex waited, and listened as she explained her business, and his eyes lit up, as he chose his spectacularly poor choice of words, pointing at her and exclaiming "Ohhh, you're a Dick!" as if he had solved some puzzle. He meant well, truly. He knew it was slang for detective and all that, just... Alex could have chosen better wording. Still, he tilted his head. "I'll take the coffee, but... Really? When I first got here, I ran into Caius during a dungeon crawl. He was with this fat little merchant that tried to hijack these golems for his own use. Caius shot the guy in the face even once he was disarmed. Just. Boom. Done." He made a gun motion with two of his fingers. At the time, Alex didn't know this world, didn't know its rules, didn't know how he was to interact with it. He'd been here over a year, now. He'd had time to adjust, and the few times his mind wandered back to that moment, he realized one thing. Knowing what he did now, he would've stopped Caius. "He would totally be a homewrecker. Which, uh, how much for everything you have on him?"
Shaking his head, he dismissed the topic, stowing it away for something later. It could be handy. "Right, stay on target. Topic. Sorry." He was that dumb. The best way forward was often with the truth. Except telling the truth might land some scrawny would be terrorist in trouble, and Alex didn't want them. So, a mild lie was the best way forward. Probably. Maybe. "My friends got themselves in some Sonoran prison. You put it best earlier." He began, referring to her comment about Sonora's view of outsiders. "Their names are Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignis Scientia." Sighing, he leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I love 'em, but sometimes they make me wanna hit 'em." And now, he'd wait to see where things went from there.
She said danger was her specialty, did that extend to prison breaks?
[attr="class","crashBody"] Cissnei waited for it to sink in. Oh good. He was a quick catch. Though, when he shouted she was a dick, she couldn’t help but give a knowing smile. It certainly didn’t hurt her feelings. “I’ve been called worse.” She admitted, taking in the second most inappropriate conotation of the word. A soft chucked left her lips. She began rinsing out her coffee maker again. [break][break] She wondered if she should talk about what SHE knew of Caius as Alex spoke of him. Instead, she nodded agreeably with him. Curiously, she pondered if he was still snooping and wanting to expand around Sonora. She had a feeling that police force would rather him not. A band of adventurers not from Zephon going around doing the poice’s work or fighting the monsters beyond. Yeah. It would be a hard sell here. [break][break] The coffee was getting started once more. Maybe she would make herself a cup too. The name ‘Ignis’ made her eyes widened. Her missing baker. Had he found a lead to Noctis and gotten into trouble? Well, the content of that strange letter made more sense now. She hummed thoughtfully. She supposed that out could be free. Ignis was also a client after all and she couldn’t let clients disappear. How else would she get paid? [break][break] “Very well, I understand the situation.” She brought him his coffee now, setting it on the table. “And I am feeling quite generous tonight. Half off my typical prices.” She said gently. She very well couldn’t agree to help him without some price negotiation first. “What cannot be paid in gill, I accept in resources and favors.” Anything equivalent and fair. “So, tell me about a little about yourself first.” She took the seat across from him and leaned an elbow along the table. Her hand leaned along her palm as she looked back to him. Together they can determine the payment.
