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Rather, Alex was drinking. Not booze, more just drinking a lot of expresso. Probably way more than was safe. But it made the pain go away, even if just a little. Caffeine was a miracle of the natural world; he believed. It was one of the only things that, back home, had made the resulting migraines of the Echo go away for a time, even if it did leave him a bit jittery at first. Here, well, the caffeine did help to an extent, to slightly lessen the pain that had been ever growing behind his eye. Every night brought more vivid visions. Still, it was never completely enough, so he would often get one cup. And then another. And then one more after that. And one more for good measure. His comrades had once told him that he should lay off the caffeine, saying that it resulted in weird thoughts, especially whenever he ran into that Minstrel.
Weird imaginations was worth the sweet relief.
His tolerance had long since reached the point that he didn't get the jitters. Mostly. Maybe a little anxious, but nothing beyond that. Nor did, well, no, it absolutely did impact his ability to sleep. But he was still biologically in his twenties. Louisoix made that entire thing a mess. But being in his twenties, that meant he was free to run his body into the ground and not experience consequences until at least his thirties, when it would begin with the dreaded back pain. He looked at his sword, and curled an armored fist. His lips thinned, still weighing whether or not he should just rip the band aid off and go deal with Yuna, regardless of whatever Dragelion felt. Part of him didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was. That was Fray. The other part of him was saying that Dragelion could go step on rakes. Plural. And if he had to take on the Dragonblades, so be it. He could do that.
Every day just made the situation worse, and he knew it.
Alex ordered another espresso. He wondered how much money he was throwing away with these trendy drinks. He could be back at the Stones, making his own. But that meant being alone, not that he wasn't already. But at least there were people around, and it felt like for a minute that he was normal and could be around others without turning the entire area into some social equivalent of a raging inferno. And the thought of that only served to sour his mood even further. Great.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 20, 2024 10:25:40 GMT -6
His usual, dark attire was more welcome in that season than it had been in the past one. The temperature had been scorching, and probably even fall would be warmer than he was comfortable with, considering the freezing climate he was used to back in Garlemald. Even in winter, for what he had heard, he would not need to change much. It was a temperate zone, meaning that for it to be truly comfortable it would need to be winter at the very least. Sonora would have been a much better place for him, climate-wise, but he could not bother going in such a place. As far as he knew from what he had read and heard, it was no place for him to find something to do. Torensten, maybe. The adventurer's paradise surely had a certain appeal. But wouldn't it all be boring anyways? Would it be any different than any other place? Different from that very moment he was living in and from what he had lived in the past months? He did most definitely not think so.
Zenos was sure, by now, that he would eventually get bored enough to find a way to die. He did think about it a few times: his best option was probably to go all out and exhaust himself before he died, just to be sure he would not come back - although he was not quite sure that he could, in this world. Either way, he would go in the most crowded place of whatever city he was in, take out his scythe, call upon his avatar, enshroud and then start slaughtering whatever came into view. That would surely attract enough fighters and heroes to wear him down and kill him. Maybe he could even enjoy himself in the process.
He was lost in these thoughts, pondering, when suddenly a familiar figure came into view - one he thought he had forgotten, but that engraved itself into his mind and called upon his soul as soon as he laid eyes on the figure of the Warrior of Light. He had forgotten that feeling, that hunger, that craving. Instinctively, his hand went to his scythe, but then it stopped and fell back to his side. He had learned his lesson. He could not. He could not force his will upon anyone. And so he took a deep breath and approached, his golden hair flowing left and right behind his back at every step. "It truly is you.." he said, once close enough ".. my friend. I have longed to see you again."
He was completely honest, and probably his friend knew. There was no reason to lie, to put on an act. Zenos had longed for him. For a fight with him, more specifically. But at this point, he truly would be alright with just spending some time with him, learning of his adventures. His inner child had always loved that kind of tales. At the same time, though, he feared he would be bored by them. He worried that his friend could not want to welcome him in his life. He loathed the idea of being refused once more. Yet again, he had no reason to live except finding a way not to get bored to death. Now that he found him, though, now that he knew his friend was there...
But no, he must not force his presence upon him. He would find another way to pass the time.
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Ah. So this was what it had been like to be in Sephiroth's shoes that day. Drinking a nice cup of coffee, only to be accosted by someone creepy and weird and fixated on potential violence. He would make a note to apologize to that Superhuman Freakazoid for the way he acted that day. Of course, there may have been a slight difference in that the man Alex dealing with was--well, no, Alex had been hounding the people who wrecked his shop. So, well, he figured he was probably a stalker in this mess, too. Yeah, it only took over a year and all, but at the last, karma was truly starting to have its fun with Alexander Sorel. "What the f-" He cut himself off as piping hot espresso went down his wind pipe, resulting in a coughing fit as he tried to realign everything that his life had become. How come no one else had to deal with crap like this? How come Cassandra got to go live a happy go lucky life with the dog?
It lasted for a moment; and he was up immediately, sword drawn, a spell of thunder in the other hand, summoned blades at the ready, the pain he had been experiencing shoved away in a box that could not reach him for the moment. What stood before Zenos was the Autumntide, the Beast he'd no doubt longed to face. Casting Loom, he was away from the table, he wouldn't be done in by something like that. Fire blazed within his amber eyes, a look that radiated lethal intent. They promised a fight to the death, a battle that would see his all brought to bear. For the mere guttering ember that Caius had witnessed in Sonora, this was the radiant blaze that burned beneath the refuse and rubbish of, well, Alex. Time passed in a phenomenon that both he and Zenos knew all too well. The Time between the Seconds, those brief instants when the world was shaken and history written. When creation itself held its breath.
The air itself changed, and people became anxious. Nervous whispers permeated the area as others began to slip away, hoping to avoid the worst of what was about to be the unfolding chaos. They escaped Alexander's notice. He was no fool, to divert his attention here could be a death sentence. Perhaps he could keep it limited enough that no real damage would be caused, and no one would needlessly perish. It would be due to collateral more than anything. With a target, Zenos had no reason to simply randomly kill others.
And yet nothing happened.
Time enough had passed to make it awkward. And Alex blinked a couple times. Ah, he figured it out. Zenos was probably just here to make fun of him for the sorry state he was in, no doubt. His weapon lowered, the spells and swords, vanishing as his arms sagged. "From the sounds of it, you've been here a while." He observed. How long, he had no idea. Long enough that he hadn't been looking, obviously. "Makes sense you've calmed down, I guess. This world is probably paradise for you." He sighed. Of course it would be. This world was filled with people like the two of them. Zenos undoubtedly had plenty to keep him entertained. Alex briefly contemplated just pointing him to the Dragonblades and letting that mess sort itself out. He dismissed it. He wasn't quite at the point where he actively wanted to see them wiped out, at least, and he had no doubt Zenos could manage that much.
"So, uh..." Alex started, and it became abundantly clear how out of his depth he was to not just be fighting Zenos, right now. "What have you been up to?" He couldn't help but ask.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 21, 2024 16:02:48 GMT -6
His friend's reaction was not entirely unexpected. Of course he would be surprised to see him, and of course battle would be the first thing to come to mind. But Zenos could almost feel it. His friend did not want to battle, he had to battle. Only because it was him. Zenos could not help but stare with the slightest hint of a smile on his face, remembering their last battle, but he still forced himself to keep the scythe where it was. He would have loved to take it, to engage in combat and give it his all. For a moment, he was about to give in to his instinct. Then he tamed his hunger, he let it wash upon him as if it was only a wound of the flesh. It felt much worse.
The Warrior's weapons lowered soon enough. His magic dispelled, he spoke. He said he sounded like he had been there for a while. That Zenos had calmed down. That this world should be a paradise to him. Eventually, he asked what he had been doing. "It must have been a few months at best, ever since I was found almost lifeless in the woods." he replied. He could not keep track of the passing time anymore. "And a paradise.. I would not call this place so, no. Every day is as painfully boring as the next, with the sole exception of the days in which I meet the few people who accept to fight me. Fleeting moments, never as fiery and bright as ours." He continued.
He looked sideways to a woman who was looking at them, and that was more than enough for her to stiffen and start walking away. Then, Zenos looked at Alexander again. "I have followed the advice, you see. I would not force myself upon someone who is not willing to accept me. Not anymore." he confessed. Lost in thought, he stared into nothingness for a long moment. In a way, he missed the anticipation, the wait, the hunt. The most he could ask for now was a battle - entertaining in some cases, but not quite as thrilling. And the fiends and animals he had encountered so far had never been enough of a challenge. "May I sit with you?" he asked, back to the present, pointing towards the table his friend was sitting at before. "I would hear your tales, if you could spare some time for me."
His presence was enough, for now. The former crown prince could feel his heart quiver because of that man's mere presence. It felt like home in a way that nothing else had before. As he had told the warrior before, after all, he could settle to be a confidant, now that they were not forced to be rivals. Of course he would have much preferred to fight, but.. maybe the man's tales could reach his inner child, that same child who read every possibile book in the royal library just to experience someone else's life for a while. Not being himself, not living his life.. it always made him feel something. An array of emotions he was unable to feel in any other way. Perhaps his friend could do the same.
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He just wanted to talk. He wanted stories. Alex blinked for a moment, before he mouthed a familiar obscenity that he would have gotten out had he not choked on his espresso. "I... what?" He finally managed to get out. Okay, he really had to be following Alisae's advice. Gods, he'd never hear the end of this, would he? He could just see her crowing triumphant over it all. "Are you...?" Serious? By the Gods, he was actually serious. Alex looked Zenos up and down, waiting for the trick before hesitantly taking a seat. The tension began to slowly dissipate as it looked like there would be no altercation. Alex definitely owed Sephiroth an apology the next time he saw him, was this seriously how it was when they first met?
Gods, he really was like Zenos.
Slumping into a chair, still almost expecting something, he exhaled. "Where do I even start..." He breathed, drumming fingers along the table in a rhythm. Might as well just be honest about it, right? What was Zenos gonna do? "Well, I've been burning bridges, running a failing guild, butting heads with the world's most sanctimonious man-whore, and receiving the memories of a previous incarnation like an ice pick to my brain." The last one was the weird one. He'd offer up an accounting of what Delita Heiral was actually like, considering his almost mythical status to Garlemald, but he also knew that Zenos gave absolutely zero fucks about cultural history and the like. He'd love to tell it to Varis though, watch the old man choke in rage.
Alex crossed one leg over the other, folding his arms. "At least the guild is slowly coming back. You should meet Sephiroth. You'd like him. He's the one guy I've met with blade work to match yours. Has a real stick up his ass, though." He imagined that the only time Sephiroth would ever get that stick out of his ass would be only to bludgeon people with it. Hell, maybe Zenos could actually get the guy to lighten up a little. Enjoy life a little. There was a pause for a moment as he racked his brain for something. "Also, I helped with a prison break in Sonora and said world's most sanctimonious man-whore is likely gonna try to assassinate me, I guess." He wondered if that'd even made the news. He supposed it depended on whether that place was supposed to be top secret or not. Things always got murky when Sonora was involved.
Post by Zenos Galvus on Apr 22, 2024 14:21:51 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
Zenos waited patiently for Alexander to understand his intentions and let it sink in. He quietly stared at his friend, following him with his eyes, waiting for a signal that could tell him he was, indeed, welcome to stay. And that sign arrived moments later, when his friend sat and started speaking.
The former prince’s heart quivered. Acceptance, once again. He had longed for aeons to feel something similar to this sense of belonging, but now that it was there, he had absolutely no idea what to make of it. He had no clue how to act, what to say or do. It was so unfamiliar it felt almost completely alien to him. He had felt something similar back in Ala Mhigo, after he subdued Shinryu, just before he had chosen to take his own life, and also during their final battle.. but this was even different. There was no fight, no role to play, nothing. And he felt lost.
He listened to the man’s word in complete silence, looking at the fingers drumming on the table and then back into the Wariror’s eyes. He was quite confused about the ‘man-whore’ and even more about the previous life thing, but he did not ask for more information. “Sephiroth?” he echoed instead, in hearing the man’s name. If he truly was such a skilled swordsman, Zenos would be more than happy to fight him. Combat was still one of the very few things that could make him feel alive. Combat, pain and… a quiet talk with his friend, apparently.
Then he heard that one sentence that requested his undivided attention. The ‘man-whore’ was going to try and assassinate him? No, he could never allow it. He had killed his own father for attempting to take his friend’s life -and for many other things, but that was beyond the point- so he would most definitely not let a stranger do so. His gaze narrowed, almost imperceptibly, but probably more than enough for the Warrior to notice. “Should I murder this.. 'man-whore', as you called him?” He asked the question innocently - as if it was completely normal to ask someone if they needed someone to utterly destroy their enemy.
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When Zenos made the offer, well, one would perhaps expect Alex to emphatically deny it. Instead, he went silent for a moment. Well, he hadn't asked it. Zenos had offered. So, technically... this wouldn't be on him. And well, if it came down to a fight between Dragelion and Zenos... Well, shit happens, right? The possibility that this could all be done and dusted within a day or two occurred to him, and the silence went on for a couple more moments. He shook his head. "No, he doesn't have a prayer of success." He bluntly stated. No, when it came down to him against Caius, Alex had no real doubt who would be the victor of such a bout. The odds were too stacked in his favor. Perhaps it was the same cockiness that got him Octaslashed, but this one he felt more confident about.
He leaned back a little as he explained. "He's a Kingsglaive from another world. I've been one briefly, so I have a decent idea of what he can and can't do." Unless he wasn't like other Kingsglaive, Alex. The literal dragon he had may have hinted at that. "He doesn't know a thing about me unless Cassandra's blabbed and told him everything." There was a brief pause, the wheels turning before he sighed, leaned forward, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Cassandra has definitely told him everything." She almost certainly told Caius all his tricks. Probably to get into the good graces of the Dragonblades or some other ridiculous reason. He could see that, easily. Whatever. Fine. Let that traitor be the traitor she always was. "Doesn't matter, Dragelion isn't really a threat to my continued existence either way." He huffed instead. "Though I guess if he tries to start shit and you're there, have at it." That was a good compromise, right?
Then he remembered; would Zenos even know who Cassandra was? It didn't seem like him to keep a memory of all the others that were around him at times. "Right, Cassandra was the tall blonde woman. Basically, things got mildly inconvenient, and she immediately ran off to join the Dragonblades without a word, leaving me with a destroyed guild hall." At least Sephiroth had tried to make it right. But at least this time he left out the dog. "As for you... who actually has taken you up on your offer of a fight?" Really, Zenos remarking earlier that he couldn't get anything made sense. Bloody look at him. You'd have to be mad, a fool, or extremely confident in yourself to look at the guy and go "yeah I can handle that."
Post by Zenos Galvus on Jul 19, 2024 15:35:37 GMT -6
Zenos viator Galvus
He waited patiently for his friend to ponder whether or not to accept his offer. As he refused, Zenos nodded imperceptibly, then moved his gaze to the seat opposite to Alex. Only at that moment did he realize he was still standing. He looked at Alex as he leaned backwards, then finally took a seat resting the scythe on the ground, leaning onto the side of the table. He did not quite know why he had not done so sooner, but he would think about it at a later time. Zenos focused on the tale, the summary of what Alexander had done from the moment they separated to the present.
He could understand what a Kingsglaive was, or at least he supposed it was some sort of soldier or warrior, but he could not quite remember the name ‘Cassandra’. He had heard it before, of that he was sure, but he could not quite link a face to it. He still tried to memorize the name, as well as Dragelion’s. If Alex said he could ‘have at it’ if Dragelion started it, then he would fight him only if he started it. As he heard Alexander say that the man was no threat, his eyes brightened. “Of course. You can handle much more than a single soldier, surely. You would not have bested me otherwise.” he said with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He could not help it, he held the Warrior in the highest of regards.
He lost himself in the memory of their fight once again for a moment - but was taken back to reality by Alex’s voice as the Mage, who knew him too well, specified who Cassandra was. Zenos nodded. “I see.” he commented. “She was never worthy of your time or affection, if my opinion is of any value.” he then continued, looking in the man’s eyes. Perhaps it was not the best of ideas to say that about a former friend of his, but he had never lied to Alexander and would not start doing so now.
As his friend asked who had accepted his challenge, Zenos smirked. “A dragoon. I do not quite remember his name, but.. his hair was similar to yours in both length and colour. Brown eyes, a slender build and silvery armour. He wore earrings, I believe.” He cherished the memory of that fight. He cherished the memory of that dragoon. “I saw him leaning against a building with his arms crossed. I needed but one glance to know he was a fierce warrior. I approached him, and I asked. And after explaining my reasons, he accepted to fight on the condition that no lives would be taken.” he explained.
Zenos’ tiny smirk quickly turned into a wide grin as he remembered. “After the initial disappointment… He has managed to send me flying onto one tree after the other. And then he fought well enough that he forced me to enshroud. He used magic - a kind of magic I had never witnessed before. His eyes tinted blue as he blasted a ray of light in my direction. It broke through my barrier and I am not sure I would have survived that attack without consequence, had I taken the full strength of it while in this form. I believe I would have at the very least collapsed.” Back to the present, Zenos looked at Alex like a child telling the tales of an unbelievable adventure, with a genuine smile on his face. “It was not like our fight, but… it felt surprisingly... entertaining.”
