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Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Jan 10, 2022 19:48:04 GMT -6
The night was dark and moonless as Meliadoul wandered toward her home through a deep dark forest. She had been traveling for the better part of the day and as she walked a fog began to roll in and cover her and the forest around her. Thankfully her sense of direction was not that bad so that she was heading in the direction that she knew her house was. Though as the night went on she saw the fog getting denser and denser so she decided to stop and take a rest in the nook of a nearby tree. Moving she would close her eyes and rest until she awoke sometime shortly before sunrise. The fog had vanished as she had slept and the dark forest was slowly coming to life. Reaching down she readjusted all of her gear as she stood up before heading toward the exit of the forest.
It would take her a few hours to get to the edge of the forest and when she did the plains in front of her were not at all what she was expecting. Blinking several times she attempted to understand why the cold and inhospitable landscape she had grown accustomed to was now a fair and verdant farmland. Walking out into the farmland Meliadoul could not help but be a little wide eyed as she looked at the people. They looked like a hearty industrious lot and she made her way to what she assumed was a major road. This road led her to a small town in which she found out the name of the nearby major town she was told was a several day walk from this town. With that information she thanked the owner of the small restaurant and after refilling her batteries by eating a hearty meal and resting her feet she took off down the road heading toward Provo.
As she neared the town she could not help but smile as all she saw were hard working men and women going about their daily tasks. Even when she felt the need to rest she managed to get a room to sleep just by assisting a man in hauling some water to his home for their family and helping with some cooking. There was something with all these people and she could not help but love being with them all as she walked along. Walking up on Provo she could not help but smile at it. As she entered town she could not help but look around.
There was something that instantly caught her eye. Three men surrounding a woman who was backed against a wall. Walking toward them she saw one of the men turn toward her and as he drew a blade it was over in but a moment as she moved with a flurry of blows to his chest. The second man had drawn his blade and swung at her. Backing from the man she quickly drew her blade and caught the blade of her opponent with the flat of her blade spinning on her heel she caught him with the butt of the hilt. The last of the three men had taken off running down the road. Raising up her sword magical energies swirled about it and she swung it downward impacting the man with a few bricks of ice from the sky.
She turned to the woman and she made sure she was alright as she then took off on her own as the guards gathered up the men and took her words but told her to not leave the town. This made her sigh as she put away her blade, and she could not help but stand after the guards left the area leaving her alone.
To be honest, the screaming had caught his attention, too. Sighing a little at being dragged into this, he conjured up a club before it seemed that someone who stood out like a sore, green thumb, had gotten to it. One by one they went down with a thwack and a smack. The guards came, hauled the would be evil doers off to... probably prison, in all likelihood. And there was Alex standing there, staring for a moment before he shook his head. Well, at least she didn't kill them, that was more than he could say about some other would be heroes. Letting the solidified aether dissipate into, well, the aether. That just left him unarmed, and there was this new lady that could obviously fight, and do well enough to make sure she didn't obliterate everyone else involved.
Raising a hand to his chin, he nodded wisely. Yes, it would be better to get her now than to let Caius poach her like he did Cassandra. Granted, the fashion sense could use some serious work, but one thing at a time, right? It was when he started approaching her that he felt a wave of nostalgia washing over him. A wave of familiarity for the woman close by flooded his mind. A lingering sensation that in a way, he had met her before, though he knew not when. Static enveloped his senses before he shook his head, continuing on his journey, unaware of the opening of a gate that could no longer be closed. Allowing a voice of the distant past to turn one into a chorus. Alexander for his part, merely ignored it. She dressed like the adventurers he had met when he started out. It was deja vu, for sure.
But he knew all too well she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. The guards would see to that. If only they had been that competent when his shop had gotten wrecked, then he'd have had his hands on that blonde homewrecker for some time now. Still, best way to make conversation at least, pressing a hand against his hip as he waved the other next to his head. "Well, you're stuck here, I'm afraid." He remarked. "Which means I might as well meet you. Alexander Sorel. Head of the adventurer's guild here." Straight to business, that's how he could be, especially when you had talented recruits on the line.
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Jan 13, 2022 20:36:09 GMT -6
Meliadoul turned her gaze toward the voice that broke up the cacophony of the people around her. It was a voice directed at her and she could not help but move some of her brown hair out of the way as she took in the man before her. It seemed to be a local, or at least that was what she was thinking that this person was. It was with a sigh she raised her hand up and shrugged toward him. “It seems that way. I wonder if these guards were so swift with everything then those men would not of been able to corner that woman as such and attempt to pilfer her hard earned wages. Ineffective police can only lead to discontent in the masses. I have seen it before…”
As she spoke she could not help herself but to look down toward one of her hands. Such time passed and yet she could not help but feel the trials of her past on her hands each day. Though as he continued and introduced himself to her a soft smile would cross her lips. Giving a slight bow of her head as she had grown accustomed to in her days working with Orlandeau after the war had ended she would return his courtesy. ”A pleasure Sir Sorel. I am Meliadoul Tengile, a simple swordswoman and sellsword. You are the head of an adventuring guild? That is actually a boon to me as I need to find a place to gather some coin and to find a room within which I can board as I try and find my way back to Ivalice.”
The words were calm and kept going as she could see a glimmer of not having to sleep in the streets or once more going out and sleeping in the wilds outside of town. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she could not help but to allow herself to relax a little as she realized that she had begun to slip back into her old habits once more. Turning toward him she could not hide the formerly gilded armor that had faded as time had gone on beneath her cloak. Placing her sword back upon her hip she could not help but speak once more. “So where is it that your guild hall of yours? I would like to see it before I make a more permanent decision…”
It was something about that name that stuck out to him, and he felt an excruciatingly sharp pain in his head from it as he felt the static flare up again. A hand reached up, his fingertips brushing gingerly against his side for a moment, and that was the only reaction he gave it, more as if he were personally logging something into his mental records than dealing with a sudden migraine. He'd long since become accustomed to horrible head pain ever since he'd had the Echo. Even then, that was nothing compared to the sheer migraine that the Echo brought upon him. Part of him was thankful that said tolerance hadn't seemed to recede in the past year or so he'd been here. Another was somewhat disappointed, having hoped that while he was here, he would have completely left such a thing behind. Still, images of her flashed in his mind, and he couldn't make sense of it.
Then there was the matter of where she said she was. Two reactions came from the word Ivalice. The first was simple realization. Oh, she was from his world. And from Ivalice. Which explained what was up with her name. He'd probably read it from a book or something. The other, which he felt he did a good job of hiding his reaction, confirmed something he had wondered; did time matter? Here she was, from a time that was... how did Ramza Lexentale phrase it? Antediluvian, right. Ivalice preceeded the Sixth Umbral Calamity. Hm, he wondered how he should break that one to her. He figured that perhaps being direct was the best way, and might upset her. But it was best to rip the bandaid off with her. He had a feeling he didn't need to be gentle like he was with Prompto.
At least until she asked to see his place.
"Shit." He remarked. It was... still a disaster, honestly. He looked on over to the shambles ruins, frowning before looking back at her. "It's uh... under construction." He hoped she didn't put two and two together, anyway. Which at least, made this the best time for a distraction, and the perfect distraction he had! "But, still, Meliadoul Tengille of Ivalice, allow me, Alexander Sorel, to welcome you to the World of Tomorrow!" He dramatically raised a hand up, drawing out the word 'tomorrow.' "That is to say, you're on a world called Zephon, not ours. You're also in the future. Ivalice was drowned fifteen hundred years ago. No, there's nothing you can do to stop it." There, that would certainly distract from his terrible living conditions.
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Mar 30, 2022 16:19:10 GMT -6
Meliadoul could not help herself as she noticed him wince and raise a hand to his forehead she would take a step toward him. It was a reflex for her to want to try and help and yet knew that this was something that this man had to deal with on their own. As it was not some outward wound she could not really assist him. So instead she took that step back away from him and could not help herself as she sighed and glanced around. It seemed that most of the crowd that had gathered when she had dropped a well needed smiting upon the criminals had begun to disperse.
Though she did catch the attention that he paid to the nearby construction ruins. It brought a light laugh from her lips as he spoke that it was still under construction. “That is fine. I have slept in worse places and with much worse company than a man who at least appears to be on the up and up” She spoke up as she was showing some modicum of respect to him. As she knew little of Zephon and this man appeared to know at least quite a bit more than her.
Her brow raised as he began to speak once more. His grandiose way of pronouncing tomorrow had brought her attention to the word and it lingered on her mind. Being as mentally tough as she was, it was still something that would linger in her mind had he not started into his explanation. She was inside of a new world which was named Zephon. Alongside that she was now inside of the future. A future that her homeland that she had fought and bled for was drowned beneath the waves.
“At least with my homeland beneath the waves the Auracite of the Lucavi is beneath the waves as well. Hopefully still buried deep inside of the now decrepit Orbonne. It seems that you are familiar with the future of my homeland. I must know one thing. Are there any Lucavi ruling your world or is there any memory of a man named Ramza Beoulve?” Her words came out calm and quiet. As she was processing what was said and it felt as if this was something that needed to be known to her before she might grasp the situation that she is inside of. This is mostly because of him saying that there was nothing that she could do about it.
It was with a slight sagging of her shoulder she could not help but feel a little down that she could not do a single thing about her homeland drowning beneath the waves. Another sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. ”This world… this Zephon as you call it. What is this world all about? Is there a tyrannical tyrant ruling the world? Some church deciding who lives and dies? Or is there some deity doing similar things to both things I spoke about?” Her words came out as she glanced around as she was expecting at least one of these to be the case. Unknowingly she would find that this world would change that mindset.
Yeah, there was... a lot. There was a lot he was going to have to go over with her. ... Should he be talking about this? He wondered about her going back, but he was way too far past the point of no return. So he continued on. Waving his hand. "Oh, it's not underwater anymore. Only briefly after the War of the Magi. It's under sand, now. I'd rather have water, to be honest. I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Unfortunately, that is where your kingdom lies." Which came to the Auracite. "Also, we kind of retrieved the Auracite. I didn't know you called them Lucavi, but, I mean. All water under the bridge now. Taken care of. There are no Lucavi rulers." He'd leave out the part where Garlemald had been freely using the Auracite in a war. It had given one Legion far too much power, and he hoped Gabranth rotted. He was one of many, though, that didn't exactly buy the reports about his death.
The mention of Ramza, contrast to the rest, did not cause any pain for Alexander. Instead, it was a name he knew well. He nodded, motioning in the direction of his shop. They had time for a brief walk as he led the way. She wanted to know about him, did she? Maybe someone close to him? "But to answer your question about Ramza..." How best to phrase this. Because he frankly, he didn't know how she knew him. Then decided it didn't matter. Alexander was far too confident in his own capabilities for his own good. "Originally, he was branded as a heretic and a villain, while Delita was hailed as the great hero of Ivalice. When we found out the truth regarding the High Seraph though, that changed. Whether or not you side with the man, Ramza has been vindicated and is now seen as the Warrior of Light that he truly was." Having sacrificed himself, and his fellow warriors alongside him, to seal Ultima away so she could be killed at last, well, it was something worth celebrating.
Damn though, she went right for the throat. "And as for your other question. It's... a world. With people and their lives, I guess. It's just about the others trying to survive. There's no singular tyrant, but Sonora can be a bit fussy. I'd stay away from there if I were you. Intensely xenophobic and the law there loves coming down on Outlanders." He really hoped that she wouldn't go charging in to try and stop Sonora. He really only seemed to have luck with people from Noctis's entourage and he could already tell she was not one of them. ... She wouldn't consider Noctis to be a tyrant, would she? King of Light, and all that. "You uh, you're a real knight in shining armor, aren't you?" He candidly observed.
Post by Meliadoul Temgile on Jun 14, 2022 18:21:15 GMT -6
Meliadoul was only slightly concerned that Alex might be touched in the head or underneath the influence of Bacchus Wine as he spoke about how Ivalice was no longer underneath the water but instead was underneath an ocean of sand. There was a moment that she could not help but wonder to herself internally if she had hit her head too hard and wound up running into someone who was a little out there. Yet as he spoke about Auracite her attention came back to sharp focus. Hearing him mention that there are no Lucavi in charge made her relax, if only a little bit. Yet there was still something bothering her and would not stop nibbling at her mind that there was a chance one could still be around.
Then came the revelation about Ramza. She could not help but close her eyes and sigh. ”We knew what we were doing would brand us all heretics and lead us to a path that would do naught but damn us. Yet we all chose to walk it and we walked it with our heads held high. A warrior of light you called him? That does fit him and his actions. Him and sister were truly rays of light for the company in that darkened place. Sure I had my sword and my wits but without them I doubt any of our comrades would of made it through to the fight with Saint Ajora and her malformed self of the High Seraph Ultima…”
She trailed off realizing just how much she had spoken to the man she had just met. Yet as she finished talking she could not help but look at him as he spoke about the world they were now standing upon. ”Xenophobic and tyrannical in thier laws… Sounds like the world that we tried fighting against. One day they will be laid low but today is not that day.” She quickly spoke as she could not help herself. Sonora certainly sounded like a place that she was going to be avoiding with all her might for now. Not til she found more people that thought in her way. In that time then and only then would she march there and cast them down. The last thing he said though made her smile a little. AS when she was little it was one of the few things he ever wanted to be.
”Shining armor… not quite. More a knight that has seen the world for what it truly is. I walk a path to help anyone and everyone that I can. Low born or high it makes no difference to me. This blade has been tempered in too much blood to ever have the stains come from it. Yet I will keep going forward so that those left in my wake can follow after.” Her words are something that Orlandeau had told her once. His goal with the war and his own skill was to forge a path and take the blood upon himself instead of having someone else do it. Take the sins onto himself. Now she had taken that mentality and now she was living it.
