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Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 22, 2021 20:03:51 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He still hated this place. Hated the cold. Hated that everyone was such a xenophobic prick. He'd like to believe that sooner or later, Sonora would warm up to the Outlanders, but he had his doubts. This place had too much in common with Garlemald, and he knew how that went. All it would take was one Solus zos Galvus, and then there'd be a mighty empire on the rise. And then everything would go to shit. Best to just let this remain a xenophobic place that kept to itself, then everyone would be much happier. Of course, that could just be the cold getting to him, as he looked to his gloved hands, and still felt some chill even with his coat. He hated the cold. But there were other, more pressing concerns that brought him to Sonora. Mostly trying to get information on where in this frozen hellhole Gladio and Ignis had actually been imprisoned.
Of course, this was more Prompto's thing than his, he'd admit. But considering that Prompto had only left him a letter telling him about how he couldn't get involved and then ran off into the sunset after taking some of his stuff, well, Alex felt a bit... compelled, to actually intervene. It had nothing to do with the fact that despite this being Prompto's fight, that he was slightly worried and didn't want to spend the rest of his days wondering whatever happened to Prompto Argentum. No, it was just to get Ignis out, get a good cook, and maybe get a new recruit out of Gladio. Apparently the two of them were good fighters, and well, the Rising Stones needed that. And a new cook, considering Cassandra had abandoned him for the Dragonblades, and all that.
He silently entreated dark forces upon the Dragonblades. May they have the same fortune as he.
But, trying to find information on all that was hopeless by himself. Which was why he'd been trying to find an info broker. Keyword; trying. And he'd gotten pretty lost. He knew there was one in Sonora, and she was apparently good at it. It was just... finding her. Which he was failing spectacularly at, considering he was looking at what seemed to be a store, though the emptiness and the lights implied it was just in its dying throes. For what, he wasn't sure. Looked like a restaurant. He stopped for a moment, envying that it was in better shape than the Rising Stones. Maybe he should move it to Sonora? He immediately dismissed that as stupid. Too cold. Crossing his arms, he stared at the cafe. Maybe just go in and warm up a bit. That wouldn't count as cruel, right? Raising its owners hopes like that only to try and get some warmth? Maybe ask around?
Noctis conceded one thing; Alex had indeed met him. "Ha! Acceptance. At long last." Finally, he had someone from Eos who actually did believe him. It was a small comfort to Alex. If he could get through to Noctis, then maybe Noctis could get through to Prompto, and he wouldn't be dealing with this when it came time to rescue the other two. "Yeah, that's fine. It'd be nice to be the one getting ferried for once." Normally, back in his world, his comrades really liked the Regalia. And often times he wound up being the designated driver as he was the only one who could. Every time they went somewhere new, he was pestered to do the driving while they slowly worked up the ability to fly there, because the Regalia had no such need for that. It just flew. He still didn't know how it did, or how Cid was able to replicate it, but a push of a button and into the air it went.
His eyes glanced down at the dashboard for a moment, where was the flying button? He opened his mouth to ask when he saw Noctis removing the seat belt. What was Noctis doing. Alex began to object to the removal of the seat belt before the lad was gone. Right, he could do that. He watched onward as the Chosen King took out one of the cars, watching it collide with the other and go off the road. "Oi, don't kill 'em!" He tried to shout for all the good it'd do. He appreciated the sentiment, of course. And he was pretty sure they'd be fine. Probably. Best not to think about it. Noctis tried to make an elegant landing, he could tell. It didn't work, and now the guy was hanging on for dear life. Cops behind them, hm. How to get him back in there? And then it hit him.
A migraine, that is. Not an idea.
His head felt like splitting in two as images and voices came flooding into his head. "Follow your light!" He connected to a stunningly beautiful woman that he'd never seen but knew he did, and knew who she was. "Or fly, my children, and never look back!" His fingertips touched his forehead. He had experience with this, having dealt with the Echo for years on end, that he could generally handle a migraine when it came up. He tried to focus his eyes and power through, making it a point to keep his eyes on the lines, an anchor that let him ground himself.
"Establishing connection. All creation shall bend to my will." He knew that voice, too.
He grit his teeth, nausea flaring up, color draining from his face. "If this... was not the answer... then what is it?" Keep his hands on the wheel. Don't get blinded now. A sharp turn brought him through a curve as he let his muscle memory do the work. He didn't have the Echo to give him the heads up, anymore. "Where lies... happiness...?" He just really hoped he didn't get Noctis killed. Godsdamn it all. He had an idea of what was going on, and yet at the same time, instinctively knew what it was, what was happening, and it answered questions about this world. To him, anyway, but it was still wildly inconvenient. His eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Noctis needed to hurry up and get inside. He glanced into the rearview mirror. Two still behind them, none coming from up front. Maybe they had a few moments. As they came up on a long stretch of road, straight onward, he rolled down the window, leaning his head out and vomiting up another wave of black ink.
One to get one of the cars to hopefully slide into a snow bank, the other because he was really not feeling good. He took it back, this was far worse than a migraine.
Alex said nothing. Listening as intently as he could, and occasionally tossing a glance at the cocoa. Did Prompto actually not like cocoa? That would've been absurd, who didn't like cocoa? But the news he heard wasn't good. Mostly. Ignis and Gladio were here, that was a good thing! The bad thing was that they were all in some prison. In Sonora. Alex mentally sighed a bit. Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto all got in trouble with Sonora? Why do I have a feeling that I'll be dragging Noctis out of a fire there if I find him? So far they were three for three, might as well see if they could go four for four, right? But Alex mentally made a note to head to Sonora, maybe find an info broker who could find out something about the prison. Especially before Prompto potentially did something stupid like kill a guard to get in. Though in that case, could he just use the Soul Crystal to yoink him out?
Alex reached into his pocket, pulling the orange, sun themed crystal out and looking at it in the palm of his hand. He thought about trying it to see if he could drag Cassandra back from the Dragonblades... and of course see if the crystal worked. That was the real reason, yes. Best to find out about the Help Button now than when he needed help. Alas, he was pulled away as Prompto finally noticed the treat, shoving the crystal back into his pocket. The cocoa worked? Holy shit the cocoa work--Well, of course it worked. Alex was brilliant and talented and good with people and has never once given anyone any cause to doubt otherwise, why wouldn't it have worked? "You'd have to try pretty hard. There's more in the thermos but ah, no marshmallows, I'm afraid." Don't press it or say something dumb, he'd done enough of that today. There was no reason to spoil this step forward with three steps back.
There was a soft chuckle at Matoya's barb about manners. Okay, fine. "Do not test me, Matoya. I still know Frog Legs. And I'm sure your Poroggos would be delighted for me to give a performance." Frog Legs. It was an incantation like song, picked up from the Poroggo themselves as a Blue Magic spell. To the Poroggos? It was a toe-tapping delight. To literally everything else, it sounded like, as he had heard it once; "a frog being run over by a carriage." He didn't get it. Personally, Alex liked it. Of course, Alex, master of strategy, used this song to its greatest potential; aggravating anything and everything around. It was really handy when you were the one soaking up the ire, which was deceptively often, considering Alex's job. But he nodded his head. "Just make yourself at home. Help yourself to the kitchen when you get hungry, and we'll get a nice bed ready for you." And then she was gone. "There are times, Prompto, when I wonder where Y'shtola gets it from, then I remember."
How was Y'shtola doing? He had no idea.
He wasn't going to overstay his welcome. Mainly because he could already tell he'd probably say something dumb in the next few seconds. Giving Prompto a hard slap on the shoulder, he just spoke rather casually. "Take it easy, get a plan going, and we'll figure it out from there." Truth be told, he'd work on one himself as a just in case. But part of him really preferred Prompto to take charge for something so... personal. He headed to the open space where the front door had once been. Thanks, Matoya. Maybe get some espresso. Things were on a high note right now, so let it stay that way. It seemed to reflect in his mood though, as he began to recite a musical incantation to himself, one he seemed to enjoy.
It sounded like a frog being run over by a carriage.
Alex shrugged and gave resigned nods as Noctis began his own response. As the names were rattle off, Alex made it a point to cover his mouth, lowering his face and hiding it behind his hair. Namely to try and protect himself. He tried to keep a straight face, he really did. But each name he got only gave him a stronger urge to cringe. Yeah, he wanted to be honest with Noct, he really did. But he saw no way the guy would ever trust him if he just up and said "yeah I killed your gods, bro. All good." So he just stayed silent. In fact, there was a small part of him that was relieved when he heard the sirens. It only lasted a second or so though, as he realized what it also meant, resting a cheek against a fist. "Well, you're Noctis, so more one hundred." First Prompto... of course. He blinked though as the urge grew. "... And you're Noctis. And here. Which means..." Pulling Silversnake from his belt, he hurled it at the car window, watching the pommel smash into the window, leaving a large crack before bouncing off the dashboard, getting hung up behind the wheel, and falling uselessly to the floor.
The driver outside howled with rage as Alex gave a defeated sigh. White wisps surrounded him for a moment as he simply phased through the seats into the front, grabbing his sword and positioning himself behind the wheel. Taking a moment to look around, he found the ignition-and noticed there was no key. Waving his hand in a frustrated manner, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, godsdammit. He's got the key, of course. One moment. Uh, buckle up." And pressing a button, he watched as the window rolled down, the sirens suddenly becoming far clearer and much louder. Leaning his head out, he reached out an arm, an orange tether shooting out and wrapping around the driver, pulling him over with a startled scream as he smashed into the back of the car and dragged to the front. The driver opened his mouth only for Alex to open his, a stream of jet black ink shooting forth and drenching the poor man. In the midst of the choking and coughing and cursing, Alex reached over, snatching the keys before rolling the window back up.
"Right, we don't want to get caught. Sonora does not like uh, we're called Outlanders. Very xenophobic. So, to answer your question. Yes. I've met Prompto. Guards here thought he was a terrorist so I pulled him out and gave him a place to stay." He remarked, a dribble of black link leaving the corner of his mouth as he started the car, manuevering it around the driver to make sure he didn't run him over. "Oh wow, this is nowhere near as unwieldy as the Regalia." He remarked. The Regalia was really nice, but it had always been so damn long. This was far more compact. Shaking his head, he floored the gas, heading away from Sonora and towards the sirens. "I don't know what he did. My personal theory is they thought he was another terrorist who wrecked my shop. Blonde, spiky hair and all that. The blonde homewrecker had a giant sword though, and I mean, Prompto... yeah." Prompto wasn't using one of those any time soon.
The engine well, it didn't exactly roar. But he noticed the flashing blue and red in the distance and made a disgruntled sound. Gripping the wheel, he sighed. "Unfortunately, you just missed him by a couple weeks. He might be back though, so you can stay with me in the meantime. I run an adventurer's guild and I have a backlog of fishing jobs that need taken care of. So, uh, yeah. I hope you're okay with being paid to fish." He looked to Noct for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the rapidly oncoming police cars, two of them at the moment, but there'd be more. It looked like it'd be a collision until... Alex effortlessly swerved between the two of them, looking in the rear view mirror for a moment. Traffic laws did not exist in Eorzea, and so for Alexander Sorel, flooring it and driving like a crazy person was just... normal to him.
The two cars were making a U-turn. It bought him a few seconds at least. "Ignis and Gladio. They're here. They've uh, run into some difficulties. We'll get to them later, but I have not personally met them." Yeah, difficulties. That was how he'd word it for now. Right now, there were other issues, and they could be dealt with later. He reached down, pressing a quick button to turn on the seat warmers, when it occurred to him. He glanced to Noctis for a moment. "Still though, Cid? Really? White hair, bearded, tech genius. He's the one you remember--Forget it, I'll take it." He dismissively waved his right hand. It was something. To Alex, it was proof from Noctis himself that the visit had happened, and he'd take whatever he could get. "But no, he's not. Give it time, though. This world doesn't run on things such as space or physics or reason. People get pulled here from different time periods in their lives, even if said period is being dead. He'll probably turn up sooner or later." Another set were coming up, and the squad cars from behind were starting to gain ground.
It boiled over. His temper, and the tea. He'd heated the water too fast. "Ugh!" He groaned, before his temper turned towards Prompto. "What. Is. With that guy?" He asked himself. "I'm trying to be nice to him! Give him a place to stay, food to eat. Kid's obviously lost, and he accuses me of lying to him!" Which, well, he was. By omission at least. He breathed, put another pot of water on the stove, and used a fire spell to heat it. "I mean, yeah. He's lost. Gets chased in Sonora, and here you ride in at the perfect moment to save the day, oh and you have a link to his world. Of course he's going to mistrust you, you are just too good to be true. It's amazing he doesn't think you set that up." He countered himself. It was a way for him to sort out his thoughts. Thank the Twelve he did it in private, he didn't want people to think he was nuts on top of everything else.
The water came to a boil momentarily before he threw some tea bags in. It was the best he could do without the Kettle Nexus. "He could at least show a little trust, though." As he looked at another pot for Prompto. Now that he thought about it, he doubted Prompto would like tea all that much. "Although what you did say was uncalled for." He grumbled, shuffling around in a cupboard above the stove as he pulled out a couple bars of chocolate. Following this up, he took a few steps over to a fridge, opening it to grab a carton of milk, chilled by a large block of ice down below. Feeling the brief chill air escaping, he cast a small ice spell before closing it. He'd have to do it again before it was all done. "For all you know, maybe they are and you're bringing up some history that's a bit raw. You never did ask Noct about Eosian... Courting? Romance? Mating? Customs. Maybe the Crownsguard really does double as like, a battle harem. Maybe you should ask Noct next time you see him, ever think of that? Learn about their culture a bit." A quick fire spell to flash heat the milk... a quick aero stirred it, he didn't want to burn the milk.
This totally wasn't an... oh who was he kidding. It was definitely Cocoa of Sorriness. He sighed in resignation as he dropped two bars in, heating and stirring to melt it evenly into the milk. "... I'll say sorry later. In private. Matoya would never let me hear the end of it otherwise, 'oh he's swallowing his pride' like saying sorry would make me puke blood. For now, he'll just have to make do with this." He remarked, pulling a mug out from a cupboard to his right and pouring some of the cocoa in. For extra measure, he ducked down, opening another and pulling out a bag of marshmallows. He frowned. He didn't have the small marshmallows, Prompto would just have to accept two larger ones being dropped into the hot chocolate. Looking at the pot and noticing some remaining, he was tempted to drink it for himself, but thought better of it as he grabbed a thermos, pouring it in. Matoya's tea should be just about done. It'd be awful, he was sure. No tea would ever compare to that brewed in the Kettle Nexus, but Matoya would have to make do. He poured it into a cup, tucked the thermos between his arm and chest, picked up the cup and mug, and barged back out with his shoulder to push the door.
Quietly, because even he knew better than to interrupt things now, he stepped back in, placing the cup of tea down in front of Matoya and mouthing an apology. He'd have to find Ifrit, Garuda, and Titan here. Or some equivalent to those three. As for Prompto, he waited. Quietly. Stepping back and waiting behind him. He jumped a little when Prompto returned and so violently, too. He said nothing for a moment, letting Prompto have his moment. Hurt. Trapped. Danger. He had to help. That'd do. He reached over Prompto's shoulder from behind, placing the mug of cocoa in front of him, followed by the thermos for when the mug was emptied. "Well, yeah, of course you do. First things first; take a moment and recenter." He pointed at the cocoa. "You just traveled amongst the aetherflow, I'm sure you're overwhelmed." He walked a few feet away, grabbing a chair, its legs scraping against the wood as he dragged it to the table.
He paused for a moment. Maybe if he sat more like the people Prompto's age... he grabbed the chair, turning it around and sitting down, resting his arms on the back. "When you can, tell us what you saw." This made him look more trustworthy, right?
Post by Alexander Sorel on Nov 14, 2021 10:39:39 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
If there was a behemoth? Alex looked to the side for a moment before his amber eyes looked back. "No, there really is a behemoth. But if you want smaller, that's fine, I can deal with it." He'd dealt with them enough times in his life that at this point it was really only that godsdamned meteor he was worried about. Kill them before they could cast it. Even then he'd heard stories about them doing it with their final breath. Pricks. The meat was a delicacy though, and could fetch quite a high price if you sold it. ... He could probably use the gil from that, true. But behemoth jerky was really good, too. Maybe saving some for himself wouldn't hurt that much, would it? It'd be a nice treat for Ryne, too. The idea of roasted behemoth meat causing his appetite to swell, right, he could focus on other, happier things at this point.
Like the fact that he now had two employees! Two! Not just one! The Rising Stones was truly rising now, as he looked with satisfaction at the book, closing it gently. But it was obvious what Noel was really interested in. "Yeah, uh, this one might be a bit tough, because I only have his appearance to go by. Blonde, spiky hair, and a huge sword. To summarize it, there's this guy I know named Sephiroth, who was just minding his own business here, when the homewrecker just... launched himself at the guy with no warning and tried to kill him. In the chaos of it all, this place got smashed to shit." Easiest way to summarize it, he figured. To be honest, he wasn't even sure if the homewrecker was the one who actually did the deed, but Alex had figured that seeing as he'd started the whole fight, it was his responsibility. As nice as it would have been to drag Sephiroth into repayment, he couldn't, in good conscience, fault the guy for defending himself.
Alex blinked for a moment. "Actually, Sephiroth would be a good place to start. Well, assuming he's still in Provo, anyway. I don't really know where he lives." Maybe he'd moved on to Torensten? It was the one place he knew of that Sephiroth hadn't been the center oof some disaster, at least. "When you do talk to him, don't mind him. He's quite possibly the worst socializer I've ever met. Comes across as really stand-offish. Even has a really nasty reputation." Being a Humanoid Typhoon would do that to your reputation, at least. "But he's really not as bad as they say, and he's not as bad as he comes off. Tell him I said offer's still open, I guess." He looked back at the desk, he should probably start fishing for jobs for Noel.
Casually, Alex agreed with a nod. He had to concede that about Ramuh. He didn't try to violently murder everyone aggressively. He instead preferred to commit suicide by Warrior of Light. By trying to violently murder said Warrior of Light as part of some kind of test. The sylphs didn't need him, but the guy was dedicated to his duty, Alex would give him that. "Yeah, Ramuh was always more laid back than the others now that you--Wait, Ramuh's a god in your world?" Oh. Oh, that was bad. And did they worship these gods? Part of him really hoped not, because otherwise this was going to get awkward real fast. He held his hands out, spreading his fingers. "Okay, okay, right. Let me answer your stuff first. Regarding my name, either's good. I'm not picky about my name." Considering everyone usually called him Warrior of Light, he'd take any variation of his name, really.
He nodded though, he was chosen. Not exactly thrilled about it once he learned the details behind Hydaelyn, but nothing he could do there. "And yeah, Warrior of Light. You got it. Takes one to know one I guess. I reincarnate throughout the ages, and I don't know all the details of how my past lives work," Sometimes he wondered who they had been, what they were. What had their lives been like? Had they been given better fortune than him, or just the same? "But basically I reincarnate, fight to keep the world safe and balanced, die, reincarnate as someone else, and do it all over again. Been going as long as the world's been turning." The only incarnation he knew of concretely had been the first; Azem. The one who existed before the Sundering, and he only knew that due to the Ascians and Hythlodaeus filling him in.
He pointed a finger at Noct as he continued, taking a moment to glance outside at the driver, still on the phone, looking down the road as if he were expecting somethhing or someone. Turning back, "And as for your third question." his finger curled inward, as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "If you're referring to the Chosen King bit," Had to be. The rest of what he knew Noctis had volunteered freely. "Well... remember how I said your gods try to look smarter than they are? I'll jump ahead to the end for a moment; one of them got dragged to our world, and was visibly confused when we found her. When we did, she saw you, composed herself and said something to the effect of 'Ah, the Chosen King. So that's the way of it.' Like you being there explained everything." He shook his head before his gaze intensified in confusion. "It didn't. We still have no idea how you got there."
Alex clapped his hands together, the tips of his fingers resting just under his nose. At least he wasn't kicking the back of Noctis's seat. Well, yet, anyway. He could get fidgety during a long trip. "So that's how I know, and, yeah, itmakes sense it'd be sensitive info but..." There was a deep, sharp inhale through his teeth. Which indicated there was probably some bad news coming. "She said it in front of a group of people. One of them a reporter for the Raven. Which I don't know how journalism works in your world," He had to have it, knowing what a magazine was and all. Kipih Jakkya was a pleasant enough lady, but still, when she got a good story... "But the Raven's a Tabloid. Gossip and rumours and privacy invasion. So uh... yeah. All of Eorzea knows you're the Chosen King, bud."
He chose to leave out how Noctis was a national celebrity, how the Weaver's Guild had made a line of his outfit, and how he was probably owed a lot of royalties. Huh, royalties for royalty. Man he's clever. Maybe he should have said that after all. That thought was quickly dismissed though. This was probably getting to be weird enough for him, and he hadn't even fully answered it yet. "As for other things I shouldn't know...." He paused for a moment. Kingsglaive? No, Noct had volunteered that. Plus he never heard of it being some kind of black ops thing. Which, wait. Technically Noct never fired him. And he was sitting right there. Alex thought to his sword for a moment. Did that mean that that power... he'd have to try it in a bit.
Finally he came up with something after a pause of a few more seconds. "I can drive the Regalia. Cid told us it'd take him a while to fix it, having never seen anything so advanced. In reality he had it fixed in about an hour, didn't tell us because he was curious, took it apart, studied it, put it back together, and made another one after you'd left with the original Regalia. Gave me the keys." 'Course, as nice as that car was, it just couldn't replace his Chocobo. No, the Regalia only came out when Cassandra or some of the Scions wanted him to ferry them someplace quick. Moving away from that though, Alex cleared his throat. "Right, so, my turn. Name your gods, please?" Because he really needed to know just how much he should reveal about the whole 'I may have killed your gods' thing.
He shook his head. "Not in your world, not the... what was the name of it, again? Nilfgaard? Milfheim?" He rubbed hiss chin thoughtfully, before dismissing it as he noted Noct's change in demeanor. Alex's face betrayed no expression the moment Noctis said he was going to be going. It was that kind of excuse that screamed that he was just uncomfortable and wanted a way out. He understood it. Truly. He was here in a foreign world, with no idea what was going on. If it wasn't for the fact that he took it much better the first time, Alex wouldn't have thought anything of it. Except his only other option in Eorzea was dying. He didn't have much room to complain about you. Circumstance could change a great many things, and this place was familiar enough to Noctis that he realized he likely had more options. Still, as Alex inspected his nails and waited for Noct to leave, there was a small part of him that stung a little. It was only when the door locked and Noctis turned around that Alex responded. "Ah, decided to just take your chances with me, then?" Fair enough. Circumstances worked again.
He could only nod in agreement, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes. "Yeah, I know." The reactions made sense, so the best he could do was roll with them. He opened his eyes again as he looked Noct over. At least he was so far taking this better than Prompto had. Prompto was... Alex was sure he could terrorize Prompto by throwing on a bedhseet and following him everywhere all bOooOoOOoooo. "Well, maybe not your gods, but yeah basically. Your gods, from what little I know of Eosian deities, try to look wise and beyond mortal ken, but are really as dumb as the rest of us." He had no problem committing blasphemy. At his the gods of his world were honest; they made no bones about the fact that all they yearned to do was kill everyone there and eat their souls. Alex would prefer a knife to the face than a knife to the back.
It didn't stop him from commenting after a brief pause though. "... I never got their whole trial by attempted murder thing, to be honest. You're the Chosen King and all that. What happens if you're not ready for their trial? Do you just, die and they throw up their hands all 'Oopsy-woopsy, the world's all fucky-wucky now'?" He threw his hands up, changing his voice for the last bit as it took on a more nasally tone. Eosian gods never appeared too bright to him. Garuda outed Noctis as being special, while having no idea how she got there, and despite said outing, figured the best way to drag Noct back was to try and kill him before taking him back. He didn't undestand it, and he knew it was off topic as he shook his head again. "I'm rambling. Get comfortable. This is gonna take a bit."
Boy, was it.
Placing a hand on his chest, he cleared his throat, closing his eyes and attempting a sort of dignity. "I am Alexander Sorel. I hail from the world called Hydaelyn. I am an adventurer and Warrior of Light," And, well, Noct, at least, should know the full truth. He had been fine with Prompto just thinking he was some nobody adventurer, but well, Champions of the Light gotta stick together, you know? That and this was all stuff Noct had already known, just... forgot, he figured. Alex's eyes flashed open again as his hand moved from his chest, pointing directly at the King of Light. "And you," He remarked, "Paid my world a visit when you got stranded there. You probably don't remember. That's normal. This world that we're on, which is not Hydaelyn or Eos, has documented cases of messing with your head." Sephiroth told him it was more than head fuckery.
"I first heard about you because you caused a stir with the city of Ul'dah. A man in black with a black machine had been sighted in the desert, and he might be a threat, perhaps a member of the Garlean Empire. Naturally, as the Warrior of Light who had just crushed said empire's Ultima Weapon--Gods, I was strong then, still am," He took a moment to flex, admiring his own physique. It was a practiced move, perfected over countless repetitions. A Manderville Man, through and through. "It fell on me to investigate." He grinned. ... Was that a shine to his tee-No, no. Couldn't be. But the flexing stopped as he continued. "That, was when I found you, in all black, in a desert, slumped by the Regalia, which had broken down, with a sandstorm on the horizon, no idea where to go, and, I mean, look at you, man. There's no way you're pushing that car by yourself, so I had to help you get that car to my friend, Cid, so he could fix it." He reached over, pointing to Noctis's arms which, in Alex's opinion, may as well have been noodles.
There was a brief pause before he added on "Also with MTs hot on your ass, not that either of us knew that at the time. But let's take a brief stop, keep you in the loop. I'm sure you've already got questions. Want to get those out of the way or should I just keep going?"
Post by Alexander Sorel on Oct 29, 2021 15:21:42 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The place was, well, a disaster. It almost looked worse inside than it did outside, and that in itself was a rather impressive feat. The doors had been very obviously nailed back on, as if something had blown them apart, and the shelf behind the main desk had a silvery grey tape around part of it, as if it had been an emergency fix. Alex motioned to one of the still standing tables with a simple wooden chair. "Go on, take a seat, I'll see if I can't dig something out for us." At least it had food and drink? That was something that was going for it, at the very least. Yeah, this place had a lot of work to do before it was going to be completely up and running. Nothing short of a miracle or a sudden influx of help, was going to get this place back up and running.
Vaulting himself over the main desk that faced the door, he rummaged beneath it for a moment before he reappeared. He brought out a book. A rather impressively large one that could even be called a doorstopper, if the mood ever struck him. Flopping the tome down in front of Noel, however, he opened only the front, flipping a single page before he handed it over to Noel. Heading back, he grabbed some ink and a quill. "Please sign here real quick." He remarked, pointing to an empty line right underneath Prompto Argentum. The most recent signature. But, hey, it at least made the place look busier, right? Couldn't have been all that bad. It wouldn't be too long, at least, until Alex returned... with dried meat, cheese, and a cheap wine.
This place had seen better days.
He had a piece of paper with him, too. "So you're interested in the Behemoth or the tracking?" He'd inquired. Wait, was the Behemoth not a joke? What? "I suppose the tracking more than the Behemoth." He shook his head. "Anyway, to make the long and short of it, I'm looking for the blonde homewrecker that did," He gestured vaguely around them, a sign that he meant more the damage caused than anything. "This. I uh, I need to have a little dialogue with him. About vandalism. And how it's wrong." Said dialogue may involve beatings. And heated words. But mostly beatings.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Oct 14, 2021 20:31:14 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He took down a Behemoth. By himself. Alexander was skeptical. Oh, he knew it wasn't impossible. He'd done it. But taking one of those down all by yourself could still be a tall order. Especially for that gods damned meteor when you finally laid them low. Still, he'd give Noel the benefit of the doubt on this because he really needed members. ... Not that he also couldn't poke that just a little. "Oh, good! There have been reports of a Behemoth running around, lately." He wasn't lying. One had been spotted, and it had originally been one he'd grabbed and had been holding on to until he could deal with it. But... well, if Noel could really deal with it, then it would make one hell of an introduction job to the Rising Stones. Just have to land that sale.
Of course, however, he didn't see the blonde homewrecker. Alex could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I didn't expect you to." No one did. It was like this guy didn't even exist. That the person that had attacked Sephiroth had been some phantom or something. Either that or he died. That was also possible, now that he thought about it. Only took him several months to come to that possibility. But he did follow up with a nod. "I missed it. I was having lunch, but from what I understand, they tossed each other around like ragdolls before there was one final explosion." Really, what the fuck had happened between those parties that it warranted that violent of a reaction, in the middle of a town square. The way the homewrecker instigated it, it was almost like Sephiroth had killed his mom or his girlfriend or something horrible.
That being said, his eyes did perk up at Noel's offer. "You can track people?" Now that had him interested. Maybe he could find this blonde homewrecker once and for all. Or maybe he could be a decent person, have Noel look for missing people. That was an option, too. Alex looked at the ruins of his shop, motioning towards it. "It's not exactly cozy, but maybe we should head inside, the tracking bit has me interested." Though, maybe the homewrecker should be his fight. But it was just so tempting. ... If he could afford Noel, anyway. He inwardly grimaced at his small amount of funds.
