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[attr=class,bulk] Somehow, Celes had thought that finding people willing to work for the Dragonblades in Provo would have been, well, easier.
She’d written up her flyers in a neat, curling script with all of the details. ’Help Wanted: White Mages, Nurses, Receptionists. Inquire at the clinic south of the city center. Salaries negotiable.’ She’d even done her best to copy the Dragonblades logo at the bottom so that everyone would know the affiliation and that this job, unlike so many others, was legitimate, and that they wouldn’t go back on their word. Sure, the flyers were a little bare. Celes would be the first to admit that she lacked a little in artistic intuition, but the print was legible at least. She’d written up about five of the flyers and taken them to Help Wanted Avenue where, surely, someone would come looking for work.
Her heart sank when she saw the myriad billboards, all of them stuffed with flyers pinned ungracefully to their wooden surfaces. She’d done her best to pin them where they’d be seen and then she’d left, expecting some kind of response within a week.
It didn’t come. What came instead was a series of rainstorms that had turned her flyers into papery pulp. All the while, she’d had one emergency after another to deal with at Yuna’s clinic, and she’d hardly had the time or energy to make any replacements. When they finally, miraculously, had a slower day at the clinic, she went to work, writing up twenty of the flyers this time and adding a few more details for good measure.
’HELP WANTED,’ this one read in bold print at the top. ’White Mages, Chemists, Nurses, and Receptionists for the Dragonblades headquarters south of the city center.’ Honestly she didn’t know what a chemist was, but she’d asked around the various apothecaries and pharmacies around Provo while she was out picking up supplies for Yuna, and she’d learned that apparently they existed. They’d sounded useful enough that she’d added them to the flyers.
’Opportunities for advancement under the study of master white mage, Yuna. Starting salary ranges from 500 to 1500 gil per month, job dependent.’
At the bottom, she once again tried to replicate the Dragonblades logo. After twenty of the flyers, her hand was cramping and it looked a little more like an angry puppy with a few sticks. That’s probably what Caius saw Vordun as rather than the deadly monster he actually was. She decided to keep it rather than rewrite the whole flyer. She was too tired to do any better.
The next day, she’d set off early with a small table, a chair, a table cloth, and a bottle of paint. She set up the table right at the side of Help Wanted Avenue, and she spread the table cloth neatly over it. Then she painted across the front of it as neatly as she could, ’White Mages, Chemists, Nurses, Receptionists Wanted.’ She ran out of room at the end making the whole thing a little off center, but she thought it got the point across. Then she spread out the flyers on the table and sat in the chair behind it, waiting.
The sun was rising at this point, dull and smudged behind a suspicious haze of cloud cover. It was a chilly sort of morning though nothing compared to the winter which had ended only a few weeks before. Celes was fine in her usual yellow jacket and long pants or mostly fine, at least. It smelled a little like rain.
It had well better not. If it did rain, she might just flip the table and give up on the whole affair.
But the sky was clear for the time being, and so she sat there trying her best to keep a pleasant expression as the city woke from sleep and started about its business. ’Please,’ she couldn’t help but beg. ’Please someone take the bait. I want so badly to do something that isn’t working at that clinic.’
For now, she could only wait and see.
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Lol does anyone want a job or just to ruin Celes' day?
The first day he'd torn it off the board and lit it on fire. Every day after that, he'd made sure to be up early, grab the flyers before anyone could see them, and light them on fire as well. Not even shreds to let anyone know the slips of paper ever existed. The fact that the Dragonlames were actually trying to muscle in on his territory. The gall of it all. See how they would like it if he opened up something in Torensten? Now and then, the season of Spring itself would side with him and cause a rainstorm. He still made it a point to burn them if he could get them dry enough. No, no, there wouldn't be anything left to chance. It was on this day he'd left the Stones. It'd slowly been getting repairs, but it still had a little ways to go. He looked at the sky and grimaced. He'd been able to keep leaks out of the Stones when it did rain, but... the amount of magic he had to expend for that could be taxing. It was all he could do to keep the damage from getting worse.
And things did get even worse when he saw the Dragonlames adopting a new tactic. This time, instead of flyers, Celes Chere herself was sitting at a table she'd painstakingly set up. Flashing a pleasant smile. No, no, no. This wouldn't do. A pretty girl smiling pleasantly looking for help would definitely get it. Even if he'd use terms more like "dignified" and "commanding" to describe what he'd seen of Celes, the reality was that once things got bustling, she would get plenty of attention. Best to nip this in the bud. "Damn, back to work already? I knew he'd fail without you but I didn't think it'd be that fast." He remarked as he stepped forward. "I'm guessing you're here to actually try and do work and get the Dragonlames more business while the Dogthief is off getting another statue erected in his glory and honor? Or getting more blondes for his own collection as he hits the town?" Oh yes, he understood. Celes was the logistical heart of the organization. Without her, well, Caius would eventually undo everything himself, of that he was sure.
Stepping up to the side, he clasped his hands behind his back. "Don't know why you're bothering, though. From my understanding, you guys have 'fuck you' King money and any day now Old Man Hremit's going to get on one knee and present the crown to Caius on a velvet pillow." He looked at the flyers. Unfortunately, he couldn't just burn them like always, not with Celes right there. No, this would require a touch more subtlety. Aether reached into the air as he manipulated the wind ever so slightly; a soft gust aimed at the flyers laid out against the table, hoping to scatter them and leave them at the mercy of the elements. He couldn't burn them, but he could hope the coming rain would get to them before anyone picked them up. And so he just looked at the papers as the soft gust was conjured, waiting to see what would happen.
Post by Monori Jhida on Feb 7, 2023 19:30:09 GMT -6
Monori had been enjoying her time within Provo. The town was certainly different then what she was used to, but it still felt like a larger Mor Dhona. Though in order for her to survive in this town she had become familiar with the Avenue of Bulletin Boards and job seeker tables. Having completed a few over the few weeks she had been here. This allowed her to gather money and not have to delve into her own gil storage except for the initial down payment on the inn room she had done. On several occasions recently she had found what looked like half drenched, half burned and ripped to pieces job posting on many of the boards, especially a few of the smaller boards that she had been taking her jobs from. This was mostly to hide her appearance from the endless sea of humans she had seem outside of her new au-ra friend. Yet even with it being drenched she could find out a few details that she could. The few words she could make out were White MAge, Dragonbla, and a possible location. That was all that she needed but first she had to gather her things and go make an impression.
After finding the nearly fully destroyed bulletin she pulled it from her pocket and she was back on the Avenue. Walking down looking over the few boards she would stop as she saw a table with a sign on it with the rest of the partial name she had gotten from the piece of paper in her pocket. Pulling it out she confirmed it and began to walk over as she saw a man walk up. There was some back and forth and that she could not hear and instead she could not help but feel that this had to be some personal tiff. Be it a former romantic one or otherwise she was not all that caring. It was as she approached the table she could not help but feel what felt like magic from back on Etherys and she felt the winds begin to pick up and the brochures on the table started to go flying toward her.
Recognizing the motions of wind magic from her time communing with the elements in the Twelveswood while training to be a White Mage and training alongside the Padjal in Gridania. Spinning her staff off her back she caught several of the blowing brochures with her staff and a couple others with her free hand. As she spun her staff a small orange gem spun off a cord that she had tied along the spine of the staff. Not noticing as she walked over toward the table after gathering the seven brochures she managed to save. Looking at one in her hand she stopped beside the table and tapped her staff loudly into the stone street beneath her.
She gave a sideways glance toward the man as she set down the brochures and looked up toward Celes. ”I see you are looking for an experienced White Mage to assist inside of some sort of clinic. Well I do happen to be quite the accomplished healer back from my home of Gridania. I would love to offer you and this clinic of yours my services as I am still trying to gather my bearing here… and you good sir should be careful with messing with the elements. You never know when one will grow agitated with our actions.”
Monori spoke calmly and confidently as she shifted her eyes toward Alex. Her Miqo ears twitching as she moved her head the slight angle with her sharpened barb toward him. Certainly today would be an interesting day and Monori was going to be certain to see it through.
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[attr=class,bulk] Celes hadn’t been waiting long – maybe an hour at most – when she heard a voice that she unfortunately recognized. She looked up, her forced pleasant smile souring into a scowl as Alexander Sorel sauntered up to her table. Why he didn’t just keep walking was beyond her. Apparently he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to needle her while she was most stressed, and more importantly, working.
He had a lot of needling to do, it seemed, and she let him talk while shooting him the iciest and most unamused of looks. Dragonlames? She would have laughed if she’d been in any mood for laughing. Instead, she was exhausted, sleep-deprived, and desperate for some relief. She didn’t have time to verbally spar with him. She didn’t have time to talk with him, period, and yet…
”I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were a white mage. Are you here looking for work? Maybe our salary would help with your failing- No!” The words had hardly left her mouth before a sudden gust of wind swept through her flyers, the flyers she’d spent hours on, and sent them shooting off the table. She was on her feet in an instant, toppling over her chair in the process as she charged after them, trying to catch the ones in the air that she could, and stooping down to dejectedly pick up the ones that she couldn’t.
Each and every one of them that had fallen to the ground ended up a little damp at the edges from the morning dew. She felt something tighten in her throat as she looked at them, and she had to urge herself to keep her composure. Why hadn’t she thought to weigh them down with rocks? Why had she just left them out on the table, exposed to the elements and the wind and everything else? ’It’s alright,’ she told herself, ’They’ll dry eventually and then they’ll just be a bit smudged.’ That was until she found one drowning in a nearby muddy puddle, reduced to nothing but papery pulp.
She breathed in through her nose. She breathed out through her mouth. Then she reached into the puddle and picked up the dripping thing. It wasn’t the flyer with the puppy-dragon either. It was or had been one of the good ones.
She was so stupid.
Celes straightened her posture, rolled her shoulders back, and turned back to the table to face Alex again only they weren’t exactly alone anymore. The newcomer looked a little, well, odd, but she was carrying several of Celes’ flyers that she must have caught out of the air, and Celes smiled at her sheepishly as she took them, ”Thanks.” The woman was clad in a red overcoat complimented by her fuschia colored highlights and a rather complicated looking staff. She also had pierced, animalistic ears sticking out on either side of her head, but Celes tried not to stare after the woman had gone out of her way to help her and all.
And then the reality of the situation struck her all at once. This wasn’t just a chance meeting. The woman was a white mage, and an interested one at that. Celes tried to hide the rising horror she felt as she listened to the woman speak. Why now? Why with Alex standing here, no doubt ready to sabotage it all at the slightest chance? Celes was a soldier, she wasn’t used to dealing with people like this or offering them jobs, but she was also a general. She’d learned from a young age how to act professional in even the worst of circumstances.
She counted dealing with Kefka on a daily basis as the worst circumstance imaginable.
And so she let her general side take over – speaking not as a mercenary or a soldier but as a true professional. Alex might try to derail things, but all she had to do was keep her composure and ignore him. He’d make a fool of himself all on his own.
”We are. My colleague Yuna has set up a charitable, low-cost clinic in Provo. She’s been running it alone, but since it’s low-cost, we have a few more patients than we can handle on our own. If you’re interested, feel free to stop by. I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.” Celes smiled again. She wasn’t used to having to smile in her line of work, but she hoped that it looked pleasant enough to pass for genuine. ”Everyone knows Yuna’s name around here. It shouldn’t be hard to find.”
Alex simply watched as Celes scrambled to try and save as many of the flyers as she could. He nodded to himself in satisfaction. Job well done, now to just hang around and keep people from thinking there might be a damsel in distress or something. Eventually Celes would take the hint and go away and Provo would remain Rising Stones territory. Or at least, the Dragonlames wouldn't overrun what little territory they had. Unfortunately for him, that was when an interested party used the wind to snatch back some of the flyers. That in itself was aggravating, but as this Miqo'te--A Miqo'te? Truly? Lectured him on messing with the Elementals, he looked at her staff, noticing a familiar orange crystal. Grimacing, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his own and only looking through it between his curled fingers to confirm that he had not been pickpocketed, the sun glinting off and creating small flickers of orange from his hand. Celes may have been worried that he was about to sabotage an actual White Mage interviewing. And sabotage it he would.
Or at least try.
So he simply let Celes speak before he spoke up, probably dashing her hopes he'd go away. "She's lying." He simply interjected. Oh yes, he would absolutely sabotage this given the chance. Though, it was a bit different, considering none of his usual bombastic flair was there. Rather, it was simply replaced by frigid hostility. It was almost as if Winter had decided to return, localized entirely around his body. In short, a very marked difference from what Celes was probably used to, with him. "This Miqo'te is from my world. Gridania is one of the three city states in the Eorzean region. In my world, only the Padjali, think children but with horns, can be White Mages. The lone exception would be the Warrior of Light." In short. Him. He'd helped the siblings with their forest issues in the past, and the thought of them brought back happier moments and a slightly softer smile for a moment before he dismissed them.
Instead, he pointed at the crystal of Azem hanging off the Miqo'te's staff. "Whom you have the gall to impersonate as well. You know he's a guy, right?" Crossing his arms, he continued on. Oh, he would eviscerate this woman. Sure, part of it was sabotaging the Dragonlames, but he'd be damned if he'd let someone who didn't even know their own role come along and try and swipe his work, his legacy for their own gain. "Not only that. There are no Elementals here, which you would know if you were actually a White Mage." They weren't on the First. It'd taken him only a minute to realize that. He may not have had the job crystal, but the methods of communication weren't lost to him at least. "Furthermore, the Rising Stones are right down the block from the clinic you're applying to, and I've never seen you. I imagine the Warrior of Light would be very interested in a building that takes its name from the home base of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn."
Alex snorted, looking at Celes. "Really, I should just let this fraud continue; she'll take all your gil and run if you let her." In truth, he should. She'd rob them blind he was sure of it. But he wouldn't have it done with his title. He had standards.
Post by Monori Jhida on Feb 8, 2023 18:35:40 GMT -6
”You are welcome Miss. I do enjoy helping others…I will look for this Yuna as soon as things here are settled…” Monori spoke as she had handed back the brochures to Celes and turned her attention toward Alex. She narrowed her eyes a little toward him as Celes spoke about the clinic and how the clinic was a low cost one. Then she was basically offered the job which she was certainly going to take as soon as she was out of this. Yet seeing Alex produce an identical crystal to the one that hung from her staff gave her pause.
Swinging her staff around as Alex began to accuse her of being a fraud and a pretender. Inhaling she waited a single moment and she exhaled the held breath. As soon as it had left her body she looked directly at Alex in his eyes. “Are you so dense as to forget how we learned to summon heroes from across the rift to assist us? Are you so dense as to forget that all of them felt the exact same every time? I am no fraud just as you are not…” Swinging her staff around she leveled it horizontally in front of her to create a makeshift barricade just in case she needed it.
”So you are the man who runs that place. I purposely have not gone there as I did not find a need to go there. To remake the Rising Stones here is a farce. There is no Tataru here to gather up the Scions nor are there any Scions even here upon this Realm. You get upset and angry over nothing but a quick assumption… You claim I am no White Mage but I am and YOU are the one who does not exist in my realm. I fought Nael Van Darnus, I fought Gaius and his legion, I fought all of the Primals of the realm. For I was the one who fought the Endsinger alongside those summoned from across the rift. I was the one who fought Zenos in one on one combat. I WAS THE ONE WHO LOST ALL MY FRIENDS BY BEING SENT HERE INSTEAD OF HOME. WHEN I RETURN HOME I WILL END THAT BIRD’S EXISTENCE…” Her words were just as sharp as her fangs as she kept her eyes narrowed toward him. Monori could not help but yell at Alex as she tightened her grip on her staff.
As she tightened the grip on the staff it began to glow with a soft red as she could not pull her eyes from Alex. She was getting ready to step in and fight him in this moment. She could not tell what he was as on the back of her left glove was the White Mage crystal given to her by the Padjal themselves. Looking him directly in the eyes she would speak through her gritted teeth. ”I have fought and fought and in the moment I believe I have ended my fight and earned a moments rest I was snatched and placed here… So my greatest apologies that I did not just go running to YOUR RISING STONES……”
As she ended her words she let out a little growl as she could not help but remember the family that was behind on her Eorzea. The one that she was not able to mourn that was no longer walking beside her.
[attr=class,bulk] Celes had been expecting Alex to call the Dragonblades names, try to undermine their mission, and to generally be a nuisance. She’d expected that he’d talk over her and that she’d have to ignore him in order to talk to this interested potential hire. What happened instead, however, was something she absolutely could not have predicted.
Instead of turning his ire on her, Alex turned it on the strange, animalistic white mage. He spoke in a way that she’d never heard before. It was cold, sharp, and deathly serious. Celes had no idea what he was talking about for all of that, but it was clear that he meant business. It was equally clear from the white mage’s reaction that what he’d said had been deeply offensive.
Still, for all of that, Celes had absolutely no idea what either of them was talking about.
”Um…” Celes glanced behind them. The streets weren’t exactly busy at this hour, but there were more than a few people passing by, and they’d all stopped to warily watch the argument at hand. The white mage was screeching about killing birds and looked about one moment away from casting some kind of spell at Alex. She was, in fact, growling, and as she turned to face him, Celes saw what looked like a tail sticking out from her red jacket, bristling like a startled cat’s.
It would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? If after all of her hard work and sleepless nights, Celes’ entire booth ended up being destroyed in an unrelated street fight merely an hour after she’d gone through the trouble of setting it up. She cleared her throat.
”Could we…not?” she asked, perhaps a little weaker than she’d intended. She wished she had her sword at her hip, but she was a civilian today, unlikely to get into any fights to the death. Or so she’d thought.
”You’ll find all of the information on that flyer,” she said, picking up one of said flyers and trying to force it into the potential white mage’s grasp. She shot Alex a sharp look. ”And you. Take this somewhere else, Alex. I’m trying to help a friend run a charity to save lives. I don’t need you mucking it up!”
He let the woman speak. No interruptions, nothing. He just stayed quiet and let her dig her own hole. She did not take it well. He just chalked that up to being found out by the actual Warrior of Light and obviously having her chances torpedo'd. There were holes, lots of them. And in truth he just wasn't satisfied with those answers. Celes spoke up, a bit more rattled than he'd have expected from her, so he dealt with Celes first. "You're obviously confused, so I won't go too much into detail, but the long and short of it, is she's stealing my identity and trying to pass off everything I've fought and bled for as a resume builder. You can ask Cassandra for the truth, if you wish. She may have bailed on me without even leaving so much as a note, but I doubt she hates me enough to lie." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Look, if you're as desperate as you're acting? I'll come by in a bit. It won't take me more than a few minutes, anyway." Helping a friend run a life saving charity didn't necessarily mean Dragonblade work, even with the logo. Though in truth it was more of a peace offering so he could deal with this fraud, first.
And so he did, turning back to the Miqo'te. "As for you..." He began, pointing again to the staff. "That's not how Azem's Crystal works." He stated. "Azem's Crystal summons those I consider my closest allies. It can reach into even the Lifestream. It can reach across even the cosmos itself. What it does not do, is conjure up some... alternate timeline bullshit like you're claiming." In fairness, he had that misconception, too. G'raha really, really did not help with that incantation, and it took him forever to sort it out. He could have maybe chalked it up to that, but everything else... "Let me guess, you listened to the Minstrel. You know he embellishes, right?" Combined with that he could absolutely see the Wandering Minstrel writing some wild ballad about alternate timelines at the edge of creation, and it fit, too well. Mostly.
It still left the matter of that crystal though. "You know the Scions are more than Tataru, right? And that the Rising Stones are home?" But, speaking of Tataru, that was probably it. He'd been gone for nearly two years. He could absolutely see her putting out a series of baubles looking like Azem's crystal. That didn't surprise him in the least. He put his hands in his pockets, one fiddling about with his own crystal. "You also forgot the First. Ryne and Gaia not matter to you? Oh, right, you never went. You have no idea who I'm talking about." Nevermind Ryne being right back home. She had recognized him, that's all he needed there. "Really, you skipped around... two thirds of the journey, I'd say. Everything you listed is either common knowledge, in a book, or the latest gossip."
Pulling a hand out, he rubbed his fingers against his thumb, he looked at her staff, glowing red with power. She was getting ready to get violent. "On top of all of that, you're getting awfully defensive. Like you're cornered. You're the Warrior of Light, right? Surely you're not threatened by someone unarmed, wearing only some clothes. If you want to meet that Yuna, though, keep going. I'll drag you to her, myself." A feeling of magic permeated the air as he BRISTLED at the threat. At least there was no embarrassing pig squeal this time. For once he had managed to maintain some measure of dignity with that spell. "What a joke. You try so hard to steal my legacy and yet you can't even get the basics right." If she was out for blood, then he'd oblige.
He snorted. "You're not even good enough to be my fake."
Post by Monori Jhida on Feb 9, 2023 18:56:08 GMT -6
Monori’s rage could not be helped as every single thing that Alex said and did seemed to be purposely aimed at agitating her. Even through all of this she felt something nibbling at the back of her mind. There at the back of her mind were words spoken to her once years ago by a dearly departed family member. ”Monori, you need to learn to relax and not fly off the handle without thinking. You care too much about what others perceive you to be and instead of just listening to them just do what you wish. Ignore them and become greater…” The words coming out from the back of her mind echoed up as she closed her narrowed eyes. Taking in several long deep breaths as Alex spoke toward her. All of his words basically attempted to slam her and her views fell upon her deafened ears as she calmed herself down.
She was drawn out of her thoughts by the sudden jamming of the brochure into her hands from the blonde woman. Exhaling another breath she opened her eyes and smiled, turning her attention to Celes. “Thank you miss. I apologize for my outburst. This shard truly is unique as it seems that it draws many different souls to it. It seems that it includes several that could even share the same soul and journey. It just seems that me and the man here have different perspectives of the same events.”
As she spoke she turned and shifted her full weight so that she could spin the staff back onto her back. Slipping the Allag staff back in place upon her back and her body turned toward Celes she turned her head to look at Alex. ”You speak of places and people that I do hold dear to my heart. I do remember Gaia and Ryne and the adventures through Eden… I miss them both dearly just as I miss the dwarves of Tomra, the people of the Crystarium, and our good friend Feo Ul. The First Shard I miss with just as much as I miss my Free Company and those I used to share drinks with at the end of long days of adventuring. To me they were more a family then even the Scions were and since you and I share that then you know just how much the Scions would mean to me.”
“I just wish I could have told them that the Song of Oblivion had been stopped. That Zenos had been laid low before me but I never got the chance. As I had just finished hearing him draw his last breath when I was brought here.” She stopped speaking as she let out a sigh from her lips. There had to be some truth to what she was saying as it seemed that Alex and her were both Warriors of Light and yet neither of them knew of one another now had interacted in the least. So this was certainly not the first impression that she wished to give to someone that would have no clue as to what they all spoke about.
”I believe that we have gotten off on the wrong foot. Well I mean myself to the both of you. As it seems that you two do know one another let me introduce myself to you both so we can at least begin a more civil conversation then the outright brawl that was almost started. I am Monori Jhida, an adventurer that was turned savior of my world by circumstance and Hydalens Gift. I am a White Mage of Gridanian origin and have seen much bloodshed and shed much blood myself. From the sands of Ul'dah, to Carteneau, to Amarout and the very Moon against foe mighty and small. It is why I use the staff and use the healing arts now. As I believe all three of us have seen enough bloodshed in our lives…” She trailed off once more as she finished the introduction to the other two. This time not attempting to antagonize Alex nor Celes and instead shift things back to a much more neutral setting. She extended her gloved hand that held the crest of the White Mage upon its back toward Celes in a show of faith.
[attr=class,bulk] Desperate? Did Alex just call her desperate? Celes’ eyes sharpened on him. ”Excuse me?” No, she did not want him ‘coming by in a bit.’ She wanted nothing to do with him at all, actually, and whatever was going on between the two people in front of her was none of her business. Her business was finding white mages who were willing to work for the money she could make taking mercenary jobs in the area. That was her business.
Not because she was desperate. She certainly wasn’t desperate enough to accept help from Alex.
The whole scene played out in front of her, and she just stood there, palms on the table watching like the least enthused audience at the world’s most awkward play. She interjected only when the matter at hand directly concerned her.
”If you want to meet that Yuna though, keep going. I’ll drag you to her myself.”
”No you won’t,” Celes scowled. ”Do you even know where she lives?”
Maybe he did, actually. Yuna lived at the clinic which happened to have the Dragonblades iconography all over it. It wouldn’t have surprised Celes at all if Alex took a walk in front of the place at least once a day just to scope out his “competition” and maybe consider all the ways he could ruin a good thing.
The woman with the animal ears, for her part, seemed to be trying to keep the peace. She eventually introduced herself as Monori. Celes still couldn’t decipher most of the conversation going on between Monori and Alex, but it seemed at least that Monori was a white mage and some kind of adventurer back where she came from. Which was the same place that Alex came from. And something about that pissed Alex right off.
Monori held out a hand for Celes, and Celes sighed before taking it and giving it a firm shake. ”Celes Chere,” she said in turn. She tried for a smile again. She had to really force this one. ”Co-founder of the Dragonblades. We’re trying to make this world as safe as we can in as many ways as we can. Let’s just say we’ve both seen enough bloodshed.”
She chanced a glare at Alex. ”That’s Alexander Sorel. He founded a mercenary guild here in Provo, and he’s blamed us for his lack of business. Because that’s all he seems to care about. His business.”
If looks could kill then Celes would have sent him a formal invitation to a duel with the look she gave him then. Sometimes Celes remembered exactly where she came from. She was a general for the empire, charged with the training and deployment of countless men who constantly seeked to demean her. She’d broken prouder men than Alexander Sorel.
She turned her attention back to Monori. ”If you’d like to stop by and meet with Yuna, I’m sure she’d love to have you. There will be a skill test, of course, in case you happened to be a fraud.” She rolled her eyes. ”But mostly it’s just to see how you handle the setting. Yuna may be young, but she knows what she’s doing. She cares about helping people more than anyone I know.”
