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year 5, quarter 3
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] “By the Founder… What is this place?”
Upon first arriving in this coastal city, Joshua couldn’t take his eyes off from the beautifulness that emanated from this area. The sand was as white as snow, the water as blue as a turquoise, the trees as green as kale, and the birds as colorful as the rainbow could ever be. Everything from this place resonated with the word marvelous, and the young Rosfield man had a hard time believing that such a place could ever exist in the world of Zephon. Sure, he had seen similar settings to this one back in Valisthea, but it was the first time since his unfortunate death that he could actually lay his eyes on a village that had not been tainted by war till now.
“If only Clive had been here to see this. I am sure he would have loved it…”
The only thought of his older brother made him shiver in uncertainty. Was he still alive? Had he been teleported into this world just like he did to? Or had he lost the war against Ultima? No, this could never happen. If he knew one person who could be as stubborn as him when it came to saving the world on his own, it was the legendary Clive Rosfield. The boy who survived Ifrit’s attack, the marked bearer of Sanbreque, the cursebreaker of Rosaria, the rumored “Cid the Outlaw,” and above everything else, the grand savior of Valisthea.
With that many achievements earned throughout his life, it was most certain that Clive had survived the impossible and was presently looking for a way to be reunited with the others to make sure everyone was alive and well in this new world they would now call “home.”
“I wonder if he has been looking for me… If anyone else did.” He thought to himself before sighing. “Ha, what am I thinking? Of course, they would have long forgotten about me... After all, I was proclaimed dead during our fight against Ultima. There is no way someone would have looked for me after the end result of this battle…”
While Joshua couldn’t stop thinking about his negative thoughts, his feet eventually led him to a resort that rather looked like a hotel than a “Hero’s Haven,” as it was written in big letters above the entrance of the place. The young man didn’t question it and entered the hotel like any other regular visitor would have done, except he kept his cloak on to stay anonymous from everybody else.
He didn't need to ask the reception lady where the bar was in the resort as Joshua simply followed the drunkards back to their hidden tavern, which was quite big in terms of other bars he had visited in the past. Looking around, the lounge didn’t seem hostile to him and that greatly reassured him, knowing he was still trying to adapt to this new culture he was so unfamiliar with.
“Looks like I'll be spending my afternoon here, huh…”
Without further questions, he went on to sit at the counter and ordered the place's strongest liquor to help him better digest his improbable resurrection among the world of the living.
[attr=class,bulk] ”Ungrateful louts,” Faris muttered into his mug of ale as he sat alone at a table as he watched the flickering of crystalline lights reflecting off the last of his drink. ”To the depths with all of them! Going on and leaving me here. Their captain! Ungrateful, that’s what they are!”
He was, of course, talking to no one. The table had once been laden with mugs and laughter and a chorus of shanties as their stress from a month out at sea melted away with the buzz of liquor. Then, like they always did, someone in his crew mentioned a trip to the local whorehouse. Then another chimed in. Then they all paid for their drink and staggered away, leaving Faris to keep on drinking alone.
Faris had never seen the appeal of such a place. Paying for a woman’s touch? It all felt scummy to him, and besides, he couldn’t imagine the point when he didn’t even have a drunken night’s conversation to get to know the lass. Then there was the matter of what hid beneath his tunic and his bound chest. Now there was a surprise he wasn’t willing to give any young lady simply trying to work for a living.
There were a few crew on board their ship, of course, guarding the haul they’d made off a Sonoran cargo ship only a week before. Then there were the more respectable officers – his second mate supervising said guarding and his quartermaster who had chosen to take to bed early rather than drink himself into a stupor. But Faris wasn’t done drinking and he had no mind to join the rest of his crew in their debauchery so…
So he was left alone. In a tavern outside the gilded resort in a town he often frequented for shore leave to keep the men from going mad from the cramped quarters at sea. Faris downed the remainder of his ale in one long gulp and started towards the bar. His sea legs kept him from losing balance as he took a seat on one of the many stools and waited for service.
When the barmaid, a pretty lass with dark hair that hung to her shoulders in ringlets, came and asked his order, he thought for only a moment before answering, ”Whiskey if you have it. Make it a double. Of, er…” He thought harder, the alcohol swimming in his brain. Back where he came from, each bar had their own liquor, take it or leave it. They’d have top or bottom shelf if you were lucky, and that was that. Here, he’d learned there were all different kinds of each liquor with their own names and the like, made far away and sold in bottles around the country. He’d had a hell of a time learning them all and the differences between them. ”Of…the Fat Chocobo. I’ll take a double of that.”
The barmaid nodded and went to work, and while she poured the dark amber liquor into a whiskey glass, Faris couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. They landed on a lad some two stools away, looking gloomy as could be. His eyes were down, his hands folded. He wore traveler’s clothes in black and red and had a pretty, boyish face with messy blonde hair.
Faris wasn’t one to drink alone if he could help it, and it looked like the lad could use a bit of company. So, as the glass was set in front of him and added to his tab, Faris spoke up, head tilted curiously.
”Why, you look about as happy as a storm at sea,” he said. Maybe he could have thought of something better if he hadn’t already had enough ale to knock anyone else off his feet. ”What brought you here if you don’t mind my asking? Looks like you’ve come a long way to end up at a place like this.”
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Joshua didn’t have to wait long for his drink to arrive, and once he got a grasp over his beverage, he swallowed it all in one single take, feeling his throat burn at the contact of the liquid in his mouth like it was pure ambrosia.
“I might as well take another one…” He mumbled to himself before gesturing to the kind lady that he wanted another drink. “Make it double again, please.” He added, his face still not showing any emotions other than true sorrow and grief, which the bartender may have noticed seeing how she did not make the young Rosfield man pay for his two last drinks. “Thank you, my lady.” The black-haired woman smiled for a simple response and went on to take another order from another customer nearby them.
The younger man, who had quietly taken a seat next to Joshua while he was taking a sip from his first drink, seemed to be quite interested in the Dominant and the reason why he looked so depressed in the first place.
Initially, the Phoenix made himself promise not to interact with the local populace until he knew exactly where and why he was here in this unknown world he called “the black hole.” Yet, upon gulping his second drink as quickly as he did with the first one, he agreed to answer the pirate’s question in the hopes that he would get quiet afterwards for the sake of his own misery.
“... Who would be happy at the fact that everything they’ve known since birth have been lost to the gist of plain old dark magic?” He rhetorically asked Faris, his hand putting down the glass on the stand’s surface as a lump started to form in his throat. The boy man felt vulnerable, and powerless, but more importantly, he felt lost to the point where he didn’t know if he should feel relieved that he was alive again or that he should be worried about his brother, his childhood friend, and the rest of their allies’ fates. He didn’t know exactly what had happened for him to appear into this world, yet he hoped that he was not the only one in the same situation as him.
As he took another sip from a third drink he stole from behind the counter, his eyes went on to stare at the stranger for a couple of seconds before he went on to look back at the bottom of his glass. “Indeed, I have come a long way, but not in the sense you might be asking.” He drank from his liquor once more while taking his sweet time to continue on with his answer. “Truth to be told, I never felt so lost in my life than when I first came here into this world. I got to travel from Provo to Pale Coast, hoping I’d find my answers in this seaside village about my lost brother and our comrades. And yet, I was utterly deceived to be informed that I might be the only one who has survived the enemy’s wrath back in our former world. That is why, I would rather drown my dejection with this divine drink until I find another purpose to this crappy life of mine.”
