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Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 14, 2022 10:34:11 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex was mumbling to himself as Venat was handling the situation like the, well, not really adult, all things considered. Though that particular F-bomb did snap him out of it for the briefest of moments, like a small child hearing his mother swear up a storm. "Wait, you're Venat." He remarked, just now making the realization. It was a bit late, but his mind finally caught up with his mouth as he realized that he had actually been talking to Venat. So he stayed quiet, letting mom handle the grown up things. As he followed her over, there was a small little bit of hope. Maybe she would actually remember. He doubted it, very few ever did thanks to this accursed world, but he really hoped. Of course, this was dashed when she actually started talking about how she couldn't sense him and all that. Leaning a cheek into a raise fist, he let out a resigned sigh before blurting out "When'd you get here?" He shook his head. "What, no, hold on, no, nevermind." On topic.
Looking at the ground by the stone wall, he raised it up some with a spell, allowing him to sit cross legged on the thing. It was just how he preferred to sit. A minor thing, and when you have magic, why not use it? "I honestly hoped you'd remember, but fair." It was becoming familiar, already was. Clearing his throat, he dramatically placed a hand to his chest. "I'm Alexander Sorel. I'm..." Azem, he'd almost said. The current Azem. The latest in a long line of incarnations that gets reincarnated time and again into a world of troubles to be part of that world. Explore, fight, die, save the world, die, then be reborn later on to do it all over again. So far as he knew, that was what he'd been doing since the world had been turning. "I'll tell you in a moment." He wanted to see something first, being interrupted by a sudden influx of static.
Pass the torch to the next generation my ass. Spend more time with my friends my ass, I spend plenty. You're just leaving because Hades is the new Emet-Selch and you don't wanna deal with his grump, I'm on to you.
That was, well that was weird. And confusing. Touching a hand to his forehead as he closed his eyes for a moment, he dismissed it with a shake of his head, unaware of the door that had been opened. "Right, okay then. Think you can tell me everything leading up to you being here?" That would be a good place to start. Maybe it was just a Venat that never went through the Elpis funtime adventure. He wondered if that would be for the best. As it meant that if nothing else, she didn't have to remember... literally everything that came after, now that he thought about it. The image of her covered in that black grime came to the forefront of his mind and he winced. Yeah, that might be a pain better left forgotten.
Wait, White Wind didn't do it? Alex blinked for a moment in surprise. When he was flagged and ragged, sure, the spell wasn't all that great, but he felt great, he was great. It should have brought this lion man back up to speed. He gave the Hrothgar another look over, noticing there were still some open sores that--"What--What is that oozing from--Ohgghh, that is gross." Alexander Sorel was a man who had seen many horrors in his life. The horrors of war, the horrors of eldritch monsters, the horrors of marriage, but few things really grossed him out quite like an open, infected wound. He did not want to touch it. Too gross. It also meant that this was probably beyond his ability to heal completely. He didn't know Esuna. He needed to find someone who did. Of course, that also meant abandoning the reason he was here. He could always just leave this guy to the crows.
Alex groaned and sighed. As tempting as it could be to sometimes just be the selfish prick and leave others to their fates, he just didn't have it in him. Holding a hand over the blue Hrothgar, Alex began to transfer some of his aether to keep the lion man stable. At least for a moment. He looked up at the rain, hearing it patter against his umbrella. "You're losing blood, too. I don't know what I can do about that... disgusting ooze. But I do know how to stop the bleeding. I hope." If White Wind wasn't working as well as it should, then things were quite dire indeed. But he still had one more trick up his sleeve, magic of the Red. Something that belonged only to the Red. Well, and the Black. But this guy was out cold and thus in no condition to object or complain. Which meant Alex was free to do as he pleased, and only at risk of getting his arms torn off later.
Bundling the umbrella in the crook of his arm, keeping one hand sending a steady stream of aether, he reached over with his now free other, hovering it over one of those open, bleeding wounds. And out came the fire aether. If White Wind couldn't mend the wound closed, then in theory he could just--Wait. He thought for a moment to the Hrothgar. If he could drag him someplace dry like a cave... couldn't he just use some thunder magic to--Brilliant, Alex! He just needed to see if he could even close these wounds before dragging him off someplace dry. But his confidence was renewed that he could probably fix this.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 13, 2022 23:44:55 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex seemed all for the idea of just holding him down and punching him. There was probably a tinge of jealously at Caius's constant successes regarding the Dragonblades, but he would never admit it, not even with a gun aimed right at his head. "That'd be great!" Caius was probably one of those people with a massive ego that could use a good pegging down. Yeah, that was it. But at least she seemed ready to go get this info broker. He would stay here, with his coffee, looking at the outside as time passed and he found himself wondering what he was going to do. And how he was going to pay for all this. He just hoped that the price wasn't too high. Or that she was alright with favors. Mostly. Depended on what those favors were. He wasn't about to go around killing people to pay off a tab. But his thoughts were interrupted as a different... no, this was the same woman, just dressed as a private eye. But she returned all the same.
He liked the maid outfit better, holding back a cough as he shook his head furiously to indicate he hadn't asked a soul. Nope. Not at all.
And then Alex waited, and listened as she explained her business, and his eyes lit up, as he chose his spectacularly poor choice of words, pointing at her and exclaiming "Ohhh, you're a Dick!" as if he had solved some puzzle. He meant well, truly. He knew it was slang for detective and all that, just... Alex could have chosen better wording. Still, he tilted his head. "I'll take the coffee, but... Really? When I first got here, I ran into Caius during a dungeon crawl. He was with this fat little merchant that tried to hijack these golems for his own use. Caius shot the guy in the face even once he was disarmed. Just. Boom. Done." He made a gun motion with two of his fingers. At the time, Alex didn't know this world, didn't know its rules, didn't know how he was to interact with it. He'd been here over a year, now. He'd had time to adjust, and the few times his mind wandered back to that moment, he realized one thing. Knowing what he did now, he would've stopped Caius. "He would totally be a homewrecker. Which, uh, how much for everything you have on him?"
Shaking his head, he dismissed the topic, stowing it away for something later. It could be handy. "Right, stay on target. Topic. Sorry." He was that dumb. The best way forward was often with the truth. Except telling the truth might land some scrawny would be terrorist in trouble, and Alex didn't want them. So, a mild lie was the best way forward. Probably. Maybe. "My friends got themselves in some Sonoran prison. You put it best earlier." He began, referring to her comment about Sonora's view of outsiders. "Their names are Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignis Scientia." Sighing, he leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I love 'em, but sometimes they make me wanna hit 'em." And now, he'd wait to see where things went from there.
She said danger was her specialty, did that extend to prison breaks?
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 Alexander Sorel on Jan 12, 2022 21:54:45 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The group, well. It was something. "Look, I'm not asking much here. Blonde, spiky hair. Giant sword. Have you seen him." Alex stood, arguing with a small group of three. The three wore mismatched armor with crude weapons. It was fairly obvious to anyone that they were bandits who had managed to scrape their gear together from what they could loot and what little they bothered to put together. One of them in the back, tall and redheaded, had a simple steel sword sheathed, partnered by an equally tall fellow, a moon axe looped through his belt. They seemed to be led by a man with a quarterstaff and black hair. This was the one arguing with a certain Warrior of Light. A spark, but not that spark. Probably. And he seemed to be growing more irritated.
"And I'm saying I don't give information for free. Maybe we have, maybe we haven't."
In truth, it had started as an attempted shakedown that had somehow gotten far off course. Three against one guy and a chocobo they thought. Easy pickings. But then the question about some blonde homewrecker sprung up and things had completely gotten off track. At this point, there was probably no real chance of a robbery. This was just too entertaining for the two in the back to let go. Alex however was having none of it, dramatically waving an arm as he shook his head. "I'm not paying, you haven't given any evidence that you even know who I'm talking about." He'd find this guy if it was the last thing he ever did. No one screwed him over like that homewrecker did and got away with it without a stern talking to. And preferrably a beating.
The man in front shrugged. "I do. I can describe your man. Blonde, spiky hair. Carries a giant sword. He's a troublemaker."
Ragnabawk, for his part, had decided now was a good time to graze as his owner had the argument out. Paying absolutely no attention to the momentarily stunned expression on Alexander's face before he erupted in a fed up fury. "Are you for real? You got that from me. You're trying to fuck me, here." He swore. His patient was at its limit. They were wasting his time, and he was wasting theirs. Though that last one might have been for the best. If he was wasting their time, then it was time spent not robbing anyone else, people who probably couldn't defend themselves as well as Alexander.
The leader for his part was offended by such a horrible accusation. "You're trying to fuck me. You're the one not paying up, friend."
Alex narrowed his eyes. "I'm not your friend, buddy."
The other crossed his arms. "I'm not your buddy, guy."
"Pardon, I've traveled quite far, pray could one of you help me find my bearings or whereabouts? My sleep has dislodged some memories it seems."
It was a momentary interruption, nothing more. It was acknowledged however as Alex waved an arm in her general direction. "Yeah, I heard you, Venat, I'll be with you in a moment." In truth, so engrossed was he that while he instinctively recognized the voice, he didn't really register that she was there. The other two in the back did, shooting her a quick glance and a raised eyebrow each before turning their attention back to the argument. Alex accusingly pointed a finger at the leader. "I'm not your guy, friend." It was going to cause a loop, for sure.
Some may call it a tragedy. Alex called it a blessing. He'd heard plenty about the Headstone Forest; none of it good. It made one's skin crawl; a haunted forest that only brought pain to those who were foolish enough to enter. At least for the unwary. Not to mention that burning it really was the best way to go about it. If that place really was haunted to hell and back like he had heard, fire was always a good way to cleanse the trapped spirits and get them to move on. Something purifying about it. But with the place cleared, Alexander, opportunistic as he could, went forth into the now cleansed forest, or at least part of it. Maybe he'd find some hidden treasure or something. Something he could use to pay for the repairs for the Rising Stones. It could also make for a nice adventure. Maybe he'd find some kind of dungeon that had been overgrown that he could run through and enjoy himself.
At least until he found a bunch of birds, scavengers, flocking around something blew. There wasn't the stench of death, a unique smell that he was all too familiar with. Walking towards the flock, he waved his an arm, the other holding an umbrella, scattering them bit by bit, ordering them to move; not that they really listened to him. It was more a big scary human lumbering towards them that made them scatter, but it worked all the same. It was... a Hrothgar? Really? Alex blinked. He was surprised to see one of them. Finding himself on one knee at the lion man's side in a few strides, he knelt down, feeling for a pulse. There was one, but it was faint. He wouldn't last much longer. Which is why Alex gave the ever so helpful summary of "You look like shit, man." He shook his head, before his hand moved over the wet fur, matted with blood and muck to examine the injuries. "Lacerations. Burns. Exit--Burns via exit wounds? An implosion?" His eyes narrowed.
Signs of an implosion. Nonsensical to most, but to Alex, well, he knew it for what it was immediately. Giving the lion man a light slap in frustration as he fell back, crossing his legs and staring at the Hrothgar, he question, though mostly meant for his ears alone. "Oh, godsdammit. You blew yourself up, didn't you?" The ways of the Blue Mage were strange and mysterious, but truly unique. And from one Blue Mage, it was easy for him to pick up the telltale signs of that ever unique magic. "Do they not teach you, when you're learning Blue Magic, that spells like Final Sting or Self Destructare very dangerous and must be properly mitigated?" He shook his head, letting out a grunt. Even he knew that. The Whalaqee had been very insistent regarding sacrifical spells like those. Properly prepared, it could be done without serious injury. Total exhaustion, yes, but it wouldn't be inevitably fatal like this one would be. At least it explained the cause of the fire.
"You are so lucky I'm a Blue Mage, too, Mister." He scolded, the familiar hum of magic coursing through him. It was a potent spell, it could be a bit taxing if he didn't get a moment to catch his breath, but it'd do the trick. The spell was cast; the refreshing potency of White Wind washing over the two of them. It was meaningless for Alex; he was in tip top shape, but him being in tip top shape made it that much better for the Hrothgar, too. It would knit the wounds closed, stabilize him, bring him back to the world of the living. Mostly. He'd still need a bath, and with how banged up he was, Alex wasn't sure if the Hrothgar would be waking up any time soon. Still, couldn't just leave him here, could he? Could always just leave him, go back to treasure hunting.
Alex groaned, knowing he'd never allow himself that option. "Wait," He realized, just now. Looking at the unconscious pantherine man. "How do you even know that stuff?" He quirked an eyebrow, as if he actually expected a response.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 8, 2022 22:23:59 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Well, that last question certainly brought out some life in him. He almost roared to life, a raging inferno in his eyes giving a sharp indicator of the ferocity that lay beneath the Warrior of Light. He grit his teeth as he slammed his palms on the table. He wasn't angry at the maid, not at all, it was just... "I'll give him a piece of my mind is what I'll do!" He held up a hand, curling it into a fist. "Thanks to that jackass, my life is ruined and Cassandra ran out on Ryne and I to go fuck around with Caius!" His shop was in ruins, he hadn't had a decent meal in months! What money he was making he made sure went to keeping Ryne in good spirits! And getting clothes! Girl had suffered enough, really. And then in his time of need, Cassandra, fair weather friend she turned out to be, took herself and her amazing cooking over to the Dragonblades! Of course, the answer was obvious to anyone who new the situation; call it quits and join said Dragonblades.
He'd rather starve.
He continued on. "How can it be that hard to find the guy?! Blonde, spiky hair and a massive sword! That stands out!" Before letting out a sigh of exasperation. Placing an elbow on the table, he leaned into it, taking another drink of the espresso. The drink calmed him, just a little. "Sorry. Sorry. That's not, uh, directed at you. But, yes, please call this lady. The friends, the ones I actually am worried about, are in danger. Because they're dumb. Good people, but dumb." Okay, he didn't know that Ignis and Gladio were dumb. He didn't know they were good people, and really only figured that from being friends of Noct and Prompto. He didn't know them period, he just... didn't want a line to be traced back to Prompto. Really, he was kind of lying here. He just hoped the maid waitress didn't pick up on that. He took another look at her.
He should do something like that for the Rising Stones when he fixed it.
Alex took another drink before he made up his mind. "And um, another espresso, if that'd be alright." He could already hear his wallet sobbing because fancy coffee like this was almost certainly not cheap. But well, he needed to treat himself from time to time as well, and one of the simpler joys in life was good food and good drink. "What else do you make here?" Was it just a coffee shop where the waitresses dressed like maids? He was sure there was a draw for that, but something else would make this a bit more attractive. But with coffee like this, he was sure she could make other things, too.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 4, 2022 0:23:45 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
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He watched, intently, at her making the delicious treat. His eyes perked up briefly at the addition of the sour cream. He had to admit; very few people knew to add that sort of thing. Cassandra had been one of them, but when you were a world class culinarian, well, you tended to know those kinds of things. It didn't take too long, and she came back with it, handing it over and being as polite as ever. It was actually pretty cute, though the outfit was what still caught him off guard. Was it like a coffee shop where the waitresses wore maid outfits? What about the waiters? Well, they probably wore maid outfits, too, now that he thought about it. He hadn't seen any funny business when she had prepared it, so stirring the cup just a little, he raised it to his lips and took a sip. His eyes met hers, "..." And a silence fell over him for a moment before he looked at his drink.
He didn't say anything, but he could feel heat welling around his eyes. He wanted to cry, as he tacitly admitted to the girl "This is the first decent cup of coffee I've had in months." He loved Ryne, truly. And he knew she meant well. It was just... he had a sweet tooth, but it wasn't that sweet. Just dumping sugar and cream into it wasn't really what he was after, though he always accepted it with a smile and told her how delicious it was. He had a feeling she was making it more for herself; he had to make sure she couldn't get ready access to caffeine, too young. "Thank you." He mumbled, taking another sip as he felt the warmth filter into his body, and eagerly awaited the delightful rush of caffeine that kept the headaches at bay. One of these days he should wean himself off it, but, well, another time.
But the best part is she had a lead, and was very obviously hinting that she might help if he fessed up a bit. He wondered whether to bring up Prompto. He wasn't sure how wanted the kid was still, and it might close things off. It'd be a... touchy subject, anyway. But he decided that a little fib would be the best way to keep the heat away. He turned his gaze back up to hers. "I'm looking for a couple friends." He remarked. Yeah, that'd do. If they were friends of Noct, they were friends of his, right? Although a small urge rose up, maybe she could help with... yeah, that was a good idea. "... And a blonde homewrecker. Not a friend." He would find this bastard yet, somewhere, there had to be some kind of lead. "You uh, wouldn't happen to know anything about that last one--no, probably not. Hm." He could feel himself fuming just at the thought.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 31, 2021 19:50:37 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
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Well it was answered for him, as a petite woman in a maid outfit came out to greet him. He blinked once, then twice. He'd never encountered anything like that back home, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He eyed her for a moment, before deciding that she honestly didn't look bad in it. She looked cute in it. Coffee. Coffee sounded pretty good actually as he nodded. He could get something hot and then head on his merry way to find this info broker. He wondered if she'd know anything about them. "Mm? Sure. Espresso con Panna, please." Alas, her desire for something simple like just coffee might have been dashed. His request technically was coffee, just... a very niche kind that most people wouldn't know how to make. Or even consider good. Moving on past her, he found himself taken in by the warmth of indoors, settling down and keeping his gaze fixated on her, almost unblinking.
It was actually kind of creepy.
But he wouldn't let himself be poisoned yet again, with how often it had happened before. He knew that logically, the maid had absolutely no reason to do it. She didn't know him, he didn't know her, and he was pretty sure that he'd done nothing to antagonize her. Like he had with that one serving woman back in Ishgard. Apparently helping to bring an end to a thousand year war was deserving of being poisoned. Thanks, lady. Still, he made it a point to be like a hawk. And for that, the best way around that was to just watch everything she did. Plus, maybe by watching he could learn to make it himself, and he'd finally have some decent coffee for the first time since Cassandra had completely abandoned him. He wasn't fond of having it black, and Ryne, bless her heart, just dumped a bunch of cream and sugar into it.
His fingers rapped against the table for a moment as he opened his mouth before closing it again. Would she find it rude if he asked about other businesses? He blinked for a moment, realizing he'd just gotten sidetracked and was now going to be paying for a drink he hadn't even consid--Ooh, she was good. Still, it made the following question feel a bit less... rude. "I'm... looking for an info broker around Sonora. I know they're a she, but that's about it. Would you happen to know anything about it?" At least getting a hot drink and some caffeine in him might give him some life.
Success! At least! One of the cars slipped on the ink, heading towards its partner, which swerved away to try and get out of dodge. It... didn't work too well, becoming the victim of its own pit maneuver, executed against its will. Both vehicles slammed into a bank of snow, and Alex really hoped that didn't kill them. He uh, wasn't big on that. But it looked like the snow would stop the worst of it. As far as Alex figured, and mostly hoped, the worst the officers would have were some bruised ribs and bruised egos. Of course, that at least meant that for the moment, they could breathe, what with no other pursuers in sight.
If it hadn't been for what he was dealing with, he probably would have given Noctis a piece of his mind for pulling something like that. ... Maybe. Twelve knew he'd done a bunch of stupid stuff himself, and allowed others to do some really stupid stuff as well. Really, allowing anyone to come with him to save the world counted as that. But he was appreciative of the potion, and that may have helped keep him from chewing Noctis out. Plus, they'd done dangerous stuff in his world, anyway. The potion did at least help alleviate the most immediate symptoms. But the pain hadn't really dulled as everything was coming back to him. That was fine, though. A simple headache he could handle. He'd done it with the Echo all the time back on the Source. Though now it was Etheirys, he guessed. Weird, that. "You're good, you're good. Would've preferred to drink that, though. But uh, shit, you're safe, now. Well, mostly. None of these guys are daemons." At least, he was pretty sure they weren't daemons.
There was a brief pause before he added on. "Really wish Prompto had told me about the daemons." That was new to him. As far as he knew, the biggest threat there was Ardyn, and he was just some dude who didn't die when you shot him. Just burn Regenerators. Easy peasy.
His eyes glanced at Noctis for not even a second at the question, he needed to keep his eyes on the road. They'd seemed to have lost them for a moment, which meant it was a good time to really make their escape. He continued on the road, waiting for a break in the banks. "Anyway it's ink. I'm a Blue Mage. And a Red Mage. So, Purple Mage, I guess. But Blue Magic is magic from monsters. Simply put, I, uh, 'witness', a type of spell from a monster, and I can learn it. I got that from a kraken." He never really was able to get the ink completely out of his outfit for that one. It was replaced later, surely, but, well, that had been a bummer. "But um, I have an idea of what's going on. Remember how I said this world messes with your head, gives you amnesia? Works both ways. You can remember things, too." And that was what was happening. He was remembering things.
Just, not at a good time.
He slapped the wheel briefly, letting a slip of a honk out from the car. "Good news; the embodiment of the collective despair of a thousand dead worlds is no more." The Endsinger would not destroy Etheirys or any other world ever again. Which Alex figured was really, really good for Zephon. With so little aether and not even a lifestream, this place had to be drowning in mostly dynamis then, which had been a term he had just learned. This was starting to confuse him. Still, that made Zephon frighteningly vulnerable to the Final Days. Which were now averted. Hooray. There were some not so pleasant things that were coming back to him, but those were of a more... personal, nature. And something he doubted Noctis would understand or really care about at the moment.
Oh, there was a break.
Swerving the taxi off the road, he started driving straight ahead. "Bad news; I'm gonna need your help with this car in a moment, 'cause I'm not seeing the button. It's a bit different from the Regalia, but maybe you'll see it." Noctis was more car savvy, as the type that Alex was driving was more common in Noctis's world, he figured. Really, the Regalia made the cars in Garlemald seem so... antique. He hadn't realized that at the time, to be honest. But his destination was in sight; namely the edge of a cliff. It would be a quick, clean getaway. "Okay, Noct," They were getting closer. Just a few moments more before it was time to soar like an elegant bird. "I need you to press the button that makes this car fly." A second passed. "Please." And thus the problem of letting a medieval man who had driven the Regalia drive became apparent.
The Regalia was the only standard he had to go by.
