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year 5, quarter 3
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The sun was blocked by the World Sight as it began its descent, leaving a slow chill in its wake. The tower in the distance said to look over all the land. It reminded him of the Crystal Tower back home. Well, mostly the Palace of the Dead. Or Heaven on High. Or Eureka Othros. Depending on whether what he heard was true or not. He watched it curiously, trying to make sense of its impossible shapes. His mind could only briefly wander to what possibly lay within. The surrounding area gave him an idea. Machines. Lots and lots of machines. But he could work with that, he'd dealt with much worse. The idea of fantasizing and day dreaming proved a decent enough distraction, at least when the plausible was in fact, in front of him. It reminded him of better days, when things were simpler and made more sense. You got a band together, went into some ancient place, and came out with a good story and maybe some good loot. The story was more important.
It would be the perfect place to take his mind off things. Perfect place for an adventure. Ragnabawk made a noise, clearly starting to get impatient. For all the grief Alex complained about, it was clear that Ragnabawk may as well have been a reflection of his master, and all that entailed. Alex at times still believed he should have given the bird something more dignified for a name. Like, Shadowfax, or Aslan, or something of that nature. Alas, Ragnabawk was something of a long running trend. He wondered how the cat was doing back home in Tural. At least Ragnabawk rolled off the tongue. Catfurdammewrung, not so much. Maybe they'd found a hunter that gave them a better name, too. And they got to go and have great adventures. Maybe that was what he needed, at the end of all this. Just fuck off and go on an adventure. It was what he was good at.
Just... who would he take with him? The thought brought a frown to his lips. That was the major issue; who would he even take with him? Would he just go himself? He'd done it before, back home. He'd made more than one trek through the Palace of the Dead on his own. He'd enjoyed the view in Heaven on High too much to go only once, and Eureka Othros, well, he didn't really need an excuse to ransack the Crystal Tower. And G'raha never seemed to mind. Rarely did the others want to come. Still, it was a lonely experience, when you didn't have someone to talk to by the campfire, and Ragnabawk was only ever one to argue when he was around.
All he could do at the moment was stare, for what seemed like hours to him. He finally heeded Ragnabawk and dismounted. Countless ideas fluctuated inside his head that, for a brief bit, Alex actually felt like himself again. Of course, that couldn't last, now could it?
[attr=class,bulk] Barnabas had finally left the desert to see what else this world had to offer. As it stood though, travel was certainly much slower than it had been while he was king of Waloed. He no longer had access to warships or caravans or even a reliable steed. The chocobo that he had taken from a dead man as soon as he had arrived on Zephon would have to do. The bird didn’t seem to mind that he had slain its previous master as long as he kept it well-fed and rested. Apparently an animal’s loyalty could be even more fickle than a human’s.
It took a few days of traveling by night to avoid the desert heat before the sand faded and greenery began cropping up around them. The plant life certainly put the chocobo in a better mood, but for Barnabas’ part, he found the solo journey to be strange. It wasn’t bad per se—he’d always valued his solitude—but he hadn’t truly been alone in a very long time. Not since he’d awakened as Odin’s dominant. People had flocked at his side ever since, like ravenous beasts wanting a scrap of power. And even if he’d sent everyone away, Sleipnir had remained.
It was most strange of all not to sense the egi’s presence.
After a few more days, the landscape changed yet again into towering cliffs and the ruins of an unknown kingdom. Keen to learn more of this world’s history, Barnabas changed course to draw closer to the shelled-out remains, a bit confounded when he encountered metallic creatures that seemed to dwell among them. They were easy enough to dispatch, but he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of something that seemed more machine than flesh. It almost looked like something the fallen would have created back home. Mikkel had already assured him that Ultima did not exist in Zephon, but perhaps a similar god had destroyed this civilization for the same reasons as the fallen on Valisthea? He wasn’t likely to get an answer out here, but he supposed he could always ask at the next town he encountered.
However, there seemed to be a suspicious lack of people in this area of the world. It wasn’t until sunset one evening when Barnabas had been thinking about finding somewhere to camp that he noticed a lone man high on the cliffs above him. Shielding his eyes, the king considered the figure and the chocobo that he was with before deciding to approach. The other man was likely to be gone by the time that Barnabas made his way up there, but thankfully he had a different solution in mind.
Teleporting up to the stranger, Barnabas emerged from a cloud of dark magic as he considered the man up close. “Not many seem to wander this way. Particularly this close to night,” he noted idly by way of introduction. His eyes wandered from the blond man’s armor to the sword at his side. “But I suppose you must be a warrior of sorts.”
As he continued to stare onward, it was only the sudden appearance of a very weird man that threw him off. Jumping at the event, he almost choked. What the fuck? Where did he come from? What was the meaning of this? Oh Gods, he was having flashbacks to Zenos all over again. He blinked, took a breath, and began to think for a moment. An Ascian? The magic was almost their calling card, and as it was, this man already looked like a buffer, bearded Hermes. No. He--Actually, hold on, something like this was completely in Fandaniel's wheel house. That in itself wasn't an issue. Fandaniel was only ever a problem because he had Zenos to go crying to if anything went wrong, and Alex had made it very clear that possessing some shattered god of eternal darkness wasn't going to be enough to even the field. Even if said shattered god was keeping the apocalypse at bay. Right, at least he hadn't known that part.
Still, a warrior? The first place that went for Alex was probably not what the man was assuming as Alex shook his head, getting bad vibes from the guy. "No, I'm a Purple M--Wait, no, you're meaning in general." It quickly occurred to him as he corrected himself. Red Mage, really. Or at least, that was the stone he had, even if he wasn't sure he needed it at this point. But, well, if he could use Red Magic and Blue Magic, then obviously, that made him a Purple Mage. Perfect logic. This, see, was a simple case of Alexander taking it literally. Did he have a Warrior job stone? Yes. Was it on him? No. Alas, this meant that as long as he was here, the ways of the Warrior were lost on him. Unless another one from his world showed up and he just, jacked their stone or something.
The answer was yes. Obviously. The Warrior of Light and Darkness and all that jazz. Still, he didn't feel like introducing himself as such. Sure, more people were finding out about that. But Alex was also slowly realizing that those same people probably didn't believe it either, and there was a part of him that was relieved. He patted Ragnabawk on the side, a quiet signal to send the bird away. As the chocobo huffed and took off in flight, Alex crossed his arms, turning to stare at something else. "I mean, I can defend myself. If that's what you're considering." He eyed the man warily. "So which one are you then? Fandaniel? Or maybe one of the others. Pashtarot? You definitely don't strike me as an Altima or Deudalaphon." Ascian, right? Or maybe... He squinted. "... Ardyn?" He didn't remember Noct telling him what the guy looked like, and Ardyn was just a Clown Shoes Ascian from what he'd heard.. And this guy just felt... off.
