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Post by Alexander Sorel on Jun 14, 2021 10:35:23 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
If he had the Echo still, he could understand all this. The context was still easy to pick up, but he'd have liked to know what the chirps and warks were actually saying, and he wanted to make sure that they weren't talking mad garbage about him. Ragnabawk, of course, loved being the bird of the hour, preening in the limelight. He looked to Alex and the man could only shrug. "Yeah, yeah, don't get too full of yourself." It wasn't that he wasn't happy about Ragnabawk being the man of the hour, it's just the bird already had a pretty inflated opinion of himself during their little fireside chats. He wondered if it would only ever be Echo only, or if it were possible for chocobos to regain their speech, much like the Amaro had.
That little bit of Ardbert in him perked up; how was Seto doing?
He otherwise, had no idea what he was doing. This must have been obvious, too, as one of the Moogles quickly approached him, speaking something about a fat chocobo. Well, okay then, if it helped get Ragnabawk a meteor spell, he'd go for it. That was the main draw of all this to him, anyway, for his bird to be able to rain fire upon the battlefield much like the Chocobos in Dalmasca. And what was with this kid? Human, just like him? Well, okay, fair, he could grant that. Between all the various races on the Source, who knew what else was out there, waiting to be discovered. Still, something about him seemed... off. And didn't he look familiar... nah he was imagining that part. Ragnabawk looked at Alex expectantly after the high praise from Bartz. Oh, he was enjoying this too much. "Yeah, he's been with me from the start." There was a brief peck to his head for that. "Okay! His help has been invalu--" Another peck. "Damn it all, fine! Truly there has never been so magnificent a companion in his plumage and deeds! Praise the noble Ragnabawk! Godsdamn."
Ragnabawk warked in approval, he had the validation he craved.
But it wasn't done. No, not yet, as one of the Moogles brought over a bowl of familiar looking nuts. Alex reached out, taking one of the brown nuts and examining it. Right, it looked real. So either it was real or this moogle was a master at their craft. Oh, he'd known exactly how they worked, especially back home. Lazy, prankster little shits that had to be whipped into shape so they wouldn't just spend all day playing pranks on each other and eating nuts. Alex took another moment, looking to the moogle, before a hand reached out and gently grabbed the poor moogle's pom. "If this is a fake, I'm squeezing. Hard." And in that time, he'd learned that one of the best ways to force compliance from a moogle was to squeeze their pom. They really didn't seem to like it. Apparently it really hurt or something. At least the dance was cute.
He looked once more at the nut in his hand, and took a bite.
Post by Alexander Sorel on May 17, 2021 15:14:42 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The Trial of Feathers. That was what the Notice Board had mentioned anyway. Something about dealing with chocobos and doing a ritual to appease a chocobo god. Really, it was something that he could make use of, especially if he got something really good for the bird next to him, too. Ragnabawk stood beside him, wearing his fanciful barding that had been difficult to get a hold of back home. His black plumage could be seen through it all, at least, and it seemed the bird may have been as excited as Alex was, letting out a soft "kweh" as it shook itself a little, stray feathers floating away from the bird. Was it getting to be that time of year? Alex pondered for a moment if he'd need to groom Ragnabawk, make sure that he was all taken care of. Ragnabawk deserved it after all, being his most constant and loyal companion that didn't just up and leave when things started to get hairy. Cassandra.
An armored hand patted Ragnabawk on his back. "I know! This might be our big shot. We might be walking out of here with your meteor!" It'd long been a goal of Alexander's; find a way to teach Ragnabawk the Chocometeor that he had seen the Red Coursers use, most especially in and near the Dalmascan region. Memories unpleasant filled him with nostalgia; comrades buried in the pain, groaning in pain as a single red chocobo strode onto the field of Bozja's Southern Front. The Red Comet was not one to be underestimated, and he was surprised he'd managed to survive, much less triumph. Perhaps that was what should have been done instead of actually fighting the damn war? Just release a bunch of red chocobos and let them do all the work.
And then he came to a clearing, with a lovely moon out. The ruins were, well, they were to be expected. But it was clear whoever built this place obviously revered those most loyal of feathery companions. Statues of worn chocobos were stood out immediately, as did the mural of a very, very large chocobo. Huh, so those existed in his world, too? He could work with that, at least. He nodded. This was shaping up to be a beautiful ceremony, at least until the cacophony of music reached his ears and he turned to look at the source as it slowly emerged. Some dude and a bunch of moogles--wait, a bunch of moogles? Alexander looked up at the sky, then around the clearing. ... No, they weren't--"... Oh." This wasn't his world, that one shouldn't even exist here, by all accounts.
Still, wouldn't hurt to ask, as he looked at the... what was this guy's deal? Ragnabawk cozied up to Alex for a moment as he greeted the moogles with a wave. "Uh, what's all this going on, then?" Just... wanted to make sure, right? Right. He needed to make sure he wasn't going to be dealing with that garbage again. That Primal was absurd enough the first time, and even moreso the second. He didn't want a round three.
Post by Alexander Sorel on May 9, 2021 18:48:09 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He listened intently. The shops were good, they were things he would need to know. Low quality goods could work in a pinch if need be if he were ever on a budget. No point in visiting the velvet district, that sort of thing, well, yeah. If he really needed to scratch that itch there were other ways. But the slums, no, he'd really rather not get involved in some kind of turf war. Maybe if he were living here and really wanted to help clean up the place, maybe, but other than that? Sonora could look after its own problems. That seemed to be how they preferred it anyway, as if the outsiders or otherworlders never even existed. Maybe someday Sonora would actually make some moves and try to make that dream of theirs a reality; they seemed crazy enough to do it, anyway.
But it sounded like he had a good idea of where to go at least. Which meant once he was done here he should be heading north for the better parts of town. Maybe someone would have some work for him. Oh he was sure there were jobs to be done here, but they'd likely be too shady for his liking. No, he was quite done with shady stuff for a lifetime. "Still, thanks again, Ms. Lockhart." He said, offering a smile and a small bow in gratitude. Jeez, a name like that was a bit on the nose, wasn't it? Either that or you got to be really lucky to get a last name like that. He wish he had a neat one like Hawke or something.
Wait, did she say she worked at a bar? Alex perked up when he remembered that. He could honestly go for something that would warm the bones. "You're a bartender?" He asked, just to make sure, before following it up with a... rather specific request. "You wouldn't know how to make a Rum Martinez by any chance, would you?" Did she include the cigar or no? No, that was irrelevant, a smoky drink sounded pretty good though. Or wait, no, this was Sonora and it was utterly freezing, then the best choice would be... "Or, no, it's really cold here. What about a Peppermint Patty?" Alex murmured, holding a hand to his chin as he contemplated the possibilities! "Maybe once this tour's over I can get one of those?" Well, maybe. He'd have to find a way to make sure that he made the thing himself. She seemed nice enough, but Alex didn't quite give her "make me my drink, please" level trust yet.
Alex could only stare blankly as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Prompto opened the door, cheery as ever. Weird, but okay. Nothing could keep the kid down, apparently. But the cats, he'd been keeping cats, apparently. Obviously feral ones. They appeared, and one of them apparently decided that frog legs sounded good. And thus he was watching in slow motion, as the furball pounced on the poroggo, who was clearly dismayed and shocked by this turn of events, trying and failing to rescue itself. Was there music playing? He was pretty sure there was, or was that just his imagination playing? He was snapped back to reality as Matoya promptly lost her temper. As per usual. He spoke up, mostly in defense at first. "Doubt they're rabid. Feral, maybe, but not rabid." No, Prompto wouldn't be playing with them if they were. Things would be going in an entirely different direction.
There was a slight meow as Alex noticed the Calico. "So we meet again, Calico." That cat was just never going away, was it?
Still, he craned his head back, taking note of the poroggo situation. Watching those frogs try and be people was always extremely amusing in its own goofy way. Still, one was injured, as amusing as their hamming it up might be. He could feel it coming, and he was incredibly grateful he had his back to Matoya, standing between her and Prompto. He brought his hand to his chin, looking at Prompto coolly, before he opened his mouth slightly and bit into the index finger of his gauntlet, lips curling upward before he straightened his expression. So happy to have his back to Matoya. "Prompto. That was..." He tried to get out before...
“woe is me…”
Once more he bit into the gauntlet, baring his teeth as he closed his eyes. Oh he hoped Prompto didn't rat him out. Once again he steeled himself as he let the door slam, as if trying to make it look like he was accentuating his point. "You are in so much trouble. Go with Master Matoya while I clean this up." He got it out as quick as he could before he started moving the cats into the storage room, before they could recover from their stupor. The rest he shooed in. He'd just let Matoya and Prompto head back out for a hot second, while he handled the cats and his rapid onset case of the giggles. Gods, it was just, they were like goofy little green people! It was adorable and hilarious!
The fish hit him. That much he expected; no one ever really dodged the fish the first time, because honestly, who expected it? Though the fact he was able to process it enough to avoid the nutcracker was impressive. Even more impressive was that the Sleep spell just plain didn't fucking work on him. He blinked. Once, twice, again, as it hit him. Holy shit that didn't work. That always worked, well, against more humanoid opponents. Against those who were behemoths in their own right, they usually could tolerate it. Still, it said plenty about the man standing in front of him. Who, rather than just attacking back, simply warned him again. Was it the fish? Had he been caught so off guard by it that he felt no need to go ham? Or was the attack so minuscule that he felt that simply firing back would be pointless? Alex tilted his head a little, but it was something he would take as he felt that lovely hum beneath him.
He looked behind him before large slabs of earth were raised behind him, cutting him off from the bystanders. He raised an arm as electricity crackled through it. A magic duel, he could win. He didn't need materia, he could just fire it off. "Bold of you to assume I care about civilian casualties. Especially with you. It's a major gamble you're taking." There was a moment, two moments, but he didn't act; instead lowering his arm as the thrum of magic disappeared, the wall falling behind him as well. The slab he'd raised in his attack lowered shortly after. While people were beginning to watch, it was also becoming apparent that things were beginning to die down, and Provo wouldn't have its sequel, and Torensten would reign supreme. "Buuuuut it's paying off. The only way I could have apprehended you without any fuss is a failure, and I do actually care about the others enough to stand down." He sighed, raising a hand up as the other rested on his hip. "I surrender." As much as he'd love a good fight, well, other things took priority.
No, he'd seen enough. He was in the wrong here, he could accept that, bitter though that draught was. Folding his arms behind him, he simply approached Sephiroth. Slowly, but unafraid. The man was an idiot, wasn't he?
He shrugged his shoulders, stopping an arm's length away from Sephiroth. It was at this moment that Alex realized; this man was taller than him. By an inch, he figured, but still taller. Boo. "But, I do like that you can show restraint and think of others. For all that talk, your actions tell me something different. You make yourself look guilty as hell with that clamming up of yours, though. Still, this is a bad spot, so as lucrative as it would be to drag you in for that bounty to repair my shop and feed my daughter, I can't. Nor do I want this to get too ugly. You win." On the bright side, Ryne was definitely his daughter.
Placing his hand to his chest, he bowed ever so slightly. "My name is Alexander Sorel. I run the Rising Stones, an Adventurer's Guild. You can't miss it; it's smashed to shit right now. Thanks." He'd just give the potential worldbreaker his name and where he lived. That was a good idea. As was his next idea. "And while I think I know your answer, given your first impression of yours truly, I'll offer anyway; if you're ever looking for work, I can line up a couple jobs suited for your skills. It's simple enough; someone pays me a commission to find someone for a job. You take the job or you don't. You work on your own time, so if you want to get paid, you show up and take the job, or you don't get paid."
Of course, he benefited. He'd be able to better keep an eye on Sephiroth, and well, two people Sephiroth had squabbled with were of interest to Alex. One being the homewrecker, the other probably having a juicy bounty himself. Sooner or later, they might turn up for another go at the man. Win win. There was always an ulterior motive. Well, usually. Either way, Sephiroth would likely be quite pleased to see Alex finally beginning to move past him. "Maybe treat your friends to something nice with the gil. I've got a feeling you're not that good at expressing your appreciation for them." Alex projected hard. He was bad at showing any appreciation. He could show gratitude, and he did. But actually expressing how much he valued those close to him, not so much. No, many only knew by his actions.
He called out one last time. "Oh, and thanks for the advice. Matrix Biolage Number 5, right? I'll keep an eye out." And he was gone, leaving Sephiroth to his own devices. You know, getting coffee, getting attacked, and then getting offered a job. All by the same guy. You know, just a regular day in Zephon anymore.
He was quick to point out what he thought was a minor contradiction there. "And yet here you are, chiding me about it. I think if you were really as heartless as everyone says you are, you'd have just hit me already. Needless to say, as long as we both agree not to fire off any explosives or anything, we're fine." He really wasn't going to work with him, was he? Yeah, the civilians were an issue, but well, as long as no one fired any massive explosion magic, and he was fairly sure that Sephiroth didn't have any, probably. He felt he had a good chance. Which is why Alexander once again moved forward, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, hope you're ready for my Fist of Justice." Alex was totally going to take him on with his fists, this was going to be a beatdown of epic proportions for Alexander. Except for the fact that, well, it wasn't.
Sephiroth was about to learn one thing about Alex; namely that he was a filthy fucking fraud and a complete cheater and was lying his ass off and should never be believed under any circumstances. For his talk about punching and being boisterous and melee and all that, Alex had no intention of punching it out with Sephiroth if he could avoid it. He'd been gathering the magic for a reason, in his throat and spreading it through the ground. And now was the time to unleash what he'd prepared as Alex opened his mouth and a sardine came flying out towards the back of Sephiroth's head. There was nothing that the sardine itself inflicted. It was magical in nature and construct, but it didn't actually do anything. It was for all intents and purposes just a regular fish. Yet despite this, Alex's Flying Sardine spell was easily one of his most effective at distracting an opponent whether it hit or miss, despite the fact that it had absolutely no offensive value whatsoever.
Because honestly, who expects their opponent to vomit a sardine of all things at mackerel speed?
In only the briefest of instances after the fish flew from his mouth did he make use of the aether he'd spread throughout the ground, giving it a simple command; rise. Namely, a small amount, narrow but long enough in a few inches in front and behind Sephiroth. It was also conveniently rising between the man's legs. The sardine was a distraction, meant to confuse Sephiroth for that briefest of moments for his actual attack to land in a place where it had no business landing. There were few in this world that could take a direct blow to that most sensitive of areas and not be utterly disoriented for a little bit, and Alex was not among those few. He had his doubts Sephiroth was, either, but that was only the second part of his three move plan.
The last, and his coup-de-grace, well, as much as he could muster, a purple spell formed in his hand before it was hurled right towards Sephiroth, hoping to use the momentary distraction and disorientation to nail the dastard right in the back of the head; drug the guy before it could go anywhere. It was a familiar spell for him, one that he relied on quite heavily; Sleep. Alex was one to end a fight like this as nonlethally as he could, and as quickly as he could. And he'd spent the past few moments setting it up to catch Sephiroth in his net. He just didn't play fair, like at all. But he was hoping it'd be enough to end something before it could even begin, with the smallest footprint possible.
Well, that didn't work out well. He didn't believe him, giving his own tale of his death. "Huh, I have to admit that's far more convincing." He chuckled. "Mine was a bioweapon called Black Rose." Of course, that was in a completely different timeline that he'd only been made aware of thanks to G'raha, but that was a story for another day. Still, it seemed he'd hit a brick wall, and yet Sephiroth was here, unarmed, and easy pickings. "But I can't let you just walk away." In short, Alex would be stupid to just let him go as he got up and walked after him. The magic in his throat remained, but he began to feel himself flow through the ground. If this was going to be a fight, he'd make sure to end it as quickly as he could. Still, he felt bad about leaving the coffee behind. It was good coffee, not as strong as he'd liked, but still.
Alexander kept pace with him. "You're wanted in Sonora. That's a fact." He remarked. In fact, there was quite a hefty bounty for anyone stupid brave and valiant enough to go after him. And well, Alex fell into that category. "You can't keep running. You can't just wipe out everyone who comes after you." Because sooner or later the bodies would pile up, the reputation would grow, the bounty would grow. Sephiroth was in a position of just making it worse! "At some point, you have to face what's going on." Granted, most people probably weren't as good as Sephiroth at fending off bounty hunters. But still, Alex felt it was in the man's best interest to actually get this overwith.
Plus, you know, he had repairs to make and mouths to feed.
His pace quickened and he found himself a few feet in front of Sephiroth, craning his head back to meet the silver haired man. "Am I to assume you have no intention of working with me? Is that your final decision?" He raised an eyebrow. Of course, the implication was again, obvious, but still. "You don't have your sword, and you're supposed to be a peerless swordmaster, so I'm pretty sure I could outpunch you easily enough." He limbered up, just a little. Just throw in that little bit of confidence. Just that minor bit to give Sephiroth an idea of how this was totally going to be going down. Totally.
Why was this bothering him? Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd already upset Prompto and it seemed every interaction something went off between the two of them. Usually minor, but it was something that Alex was starting to expect at this point. Right, face his fears! He's got the unflappable Matoya with him! He's got the poroggos, too! Maybe the sight of the larger frogs hopping along on their hind legs, staves in hand would be a fun sight. It certainly helped distract Alex as he walked through the back with the rest of the group. The back was slightly better than everything else. Slightly. It definitely needed work, too, but it was something that would be dealt with eventually, and even then, was better than sleeping on the streets. At that point, Alex would just go out into the forest or something.
He stood outside Prompto's door now. A few seconds passed, and he shuffled. Well, if he didn't Matoya was either going to make him or do it herself. So he rubbed the back of his neck. "Prepare to be amazed." It came out with no small amount of sarcasm as he looked at the door. "Hey, uh, Prompto?" He followed it up with a knock. It was gentle, but also hopefully loud enough to get his attention. Alexander didn't want to risk intruding on something, anyway. Boys his age had needs and interests and well, sometimes they didn't have the best ideas when it came to privacy. There was also the fact that Prompto just might not want to talk after what had happened the last time either of them spent any time together.
Gods he was bad at this.
There was another couple seconds before he carried on. He could already feel time running out. "Sorry to bother you, but uh," He looked back at Matoya. "We've got a lead on Gladio and Ignis and we need your help to follow up on it." It wasn't an actual lie, right? They did have something! Whether it would amount to anything was another story. Were those two even in this world? Even still, if the possibility existed, it wouldn't hurt to check. Alex looked towards the poroggos, as a bonus. "Also, we have frogs." Considering how fascinating Prompto found the little tidbits of his world, maybe magic frogs would be interesting to him as well, maybe?
So this was the master swordsman? The monster that tried to destroy his world? He was just... clamming up and getting snooty. Alex snorted a little. "The man doesn't live up to the legend. I don't mean that as an insult. Anyone familiar with the concept knows the actual person never does." It was something he knew all too well. As a Warrior of Light, Alex oozed charisma, a valiant warrior who stood against the darkness of the world, drawing allies far and wide to his cause. A peerless warrior, capable of felling all but the greatest of threats by his lonesome. Oh, he knew full well how absurd a reputation could grow, and how utterly impossible it would be to live up to that reputation. He was content to stay quiet usually, lest he discourage anyone in a critical situation.
Alex had long ago realized his greatest strength in his world was that he brought hope with him, and hope could carry people far.
But still, he continued to respond. "Mhmm. According to ahem, my source. One day, you just... broke. Something happened, you finally ran out of resources to cope with the stress, and you just broke. According to her, you then came into possession of a Black Materia, I think they called it, used it to summon a meteor to destroy the planet, and then they ganged up on you and killed you to stop it." There was a mistake in those words. It was a subtle one, a slip of the tongue that at the moment held so little meaning. But now that source had a gender. For most, it'd go unnoticed, but well, yeah. That probably wasn't good. "Of course, the finality of death has no meaning in this world." Case in point.
Still, that narrowed it. Sephiroth either came from before then, or he did not remember, most likely. While that meant the possibility of it occurring here existed, there was no guarantee the trigger did as well. What could have driven him to it?
There was a soft groan however as he leaned to his side, rubbing his temple with two of his fingers, swirling them about. Was this guy really going to act like a petulant child? "But Sephiroth? Please don't get smart with me. You don't have your nodachi and my source filled me in on you." What was left unsaid was obvious. And he would try his best to actually be understanding where he could be. "I'll be upfront. You're innocent regarding Provo, as far as I'm concerned. What happened was an obvious case of self defense, and while you and that Blonde Homewrecker smashed my place to shit, that's not on you, and I can't in good conscience make you pay for it. Granted, if you know anything about said homewrecker..." Oh yeah, he wanted revenge, but at this point, Sephiroth just wasn't the target. The other guy was.
"Still, would it have killed you to pull your punches a little? Do you know how much I need to repair everything?" His eyes narrowed for a moment before shaking his head with another exasperated sigh.
He'd try and press onward. If things got physical and he had to drag Sephiroth away, "Anyway, I'm more interested in Sonora and your spat with that other silver haired douche canoe, and whatever other... events, you've been at the center of. But, what happened in Sonora first and foremost?" Alex would at least be able to say he tried, hopefully. But still, he couldn't help but gather some magic, letting it rest in the back of his mouth for the moment.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Apr 28, 2021 12:50:49 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex tried to say something before settling on "No comment." Okay, maybe he had a problem poking his nose into trouble, but the Rising Stones proved that even if he stayed out of trouble, it would come looking for him at some point. Maybe it was some abstract kind of logic; if you seek the trouble out first, then you can get the drop on it and outtrouble the trouble. Right, Matoya was never gonna buy that, and that was an argument he just wasn't going to win. So he was rather happy when she moved right on, for a moment, until she started grilling him over how he had treated Prompto. Which, well, wasn't great, but he was trying, kind of?
An apology sure, but owe him a favor? "It's not like I do it on purpose! The kid just has... issues that I am bad at knowing about and tiptoeing..." Really, really bad. Thoughts flash to his previous extended interaction. Since then he'd been trying to stay out of Prompto's way. It took a few minutes before his shoulders slumped a little and he let out a defeated sigh. "You're probably right, as usual." He was more willing to admit that Matoya might be on to something than others would, but still, there were times... At the very least, he knew where Y'shtola tended to get it from. Was this what the sorceress was going to be like when she got older as well? She was already catty enough as it was!
Still, when she remarked about making the kid grow a backbone, Alex opened his mouth to protest, realized that, no, Prompto could probably use one and the old crone had a way of wringing it out, so he simply nodded in agreement. Yeah, she had a point.
Matoya was already moving but uh, he coughed lightly as she headed for the wrecked door. He'd say nothing about actually going the wrong way, as he felt that was a battle not worth starting, not now. "Well, with me then. He's in the back, I gave him a room so he wouldn't be homeless. Uh... might want to bring a poroggo. He gets all excited when it comes to... he called it an Arr-Pee-Gee? I don't know. Either way I think a frog'll perk him up." Yeah, that uh, seemed like something Prompto would get a kick out of.
