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It was sarcastic, that much he knew. But he knew better than to get into the semantics of it all. So he simply smiled, placing a hand on his chest in gratitude, nodding at her. "You haven't seen me at my most charming." He said simply, choosing to simply pretend he hadn't noticed the glaring sarcasm in her voice. Granted, he actually could be charming when he wanted to be! In fact, he had quite the charismatic nature when he actually wanted to use it! He was not the Warrior of Light for nothing! Still, he supposed it was a good sign of how patient she could be that she hadn't run off or splashed him with her hot chocolate, though maybe that might've been good, he could use something warm. Something hot to take the chill out of his bones.
But her remarks about time. Yeah, he'd noticed that, too. He looked down quietly for a moment before saying "... Messes with your head, too." So many with blank stares, so many who had no idea who he was. "Only one person remembers me. I've met several that haven't." It wasn't a matter of the fame, of course. But he wanted those close to him. At least he had Cassandra, that meant more to him than he could ever really say to his dear apprentice. He just hoped that despite his more mischievous nature, Cassandra knew just how much Alexander cherished her.
She tried to defend him. He shut that one down. "But, I doubt he's any better, if he's willing to take part in a slaughterfest." No, he could understand... difficulties in Sonora. Truly, he could. "My friend and I, we were being pursued, but we did everything we could to keep from hurting anyone." It had never escalated like Sephiroth's encounter had, but he and Prompto had gone out of their way to make sure they didn't have a reason to escalate like it had. Regardless of how corrupt the cops could be, they didn't break out something expensive like warmachina without a damn good reason. "If he's as peerless as you say, he should have been able to do the same."
Especially when your weapon has a blunt edge to it.
But he shook his head. "You don't need to explain materia to me. Though ours aren't infused with spells, but they do strengthen us." He remarked. He thought to his weapons and armor, infused with materia. Silversnake in particular had been taken through so many strengthening rituals that it was a relic in and of itself. Some may not say it was legendary, but after all the effort he put in, books he filled out, light he collected, no, it definitely was. "Your friends remember you? What're they like?" It was an attempt at small talk, they could get back to Sephiroth in just a moment. Which, might as well now. "And I guess, what's Sephiroth done in your world?" But what he had was good so far; Sephiroth wasn't a natural mage, which meant, relying on his materia, his magic came likely from his weapon.
The hot chocolate looked good, he really had to admit. Right now, with how the weather was outside, he could go with something hot for the moment. But this place was, well, it was unfamiliar to him. He also wasn't sure if he'd even be allowed to make the drink himself. Eh, it could wait until later, he could get some alcohol or something to warm him up. Rather, he just played along with her little game. At least she had something to amuse herself, right? Oh, if only they all had that. "Ah, as talented at detective work as you are at gardening." He commented. Hey, it was a compliment. Right? Right? But she at least had some kind of idea as to what he actually wanted. Plus, at least she didn't seem to think he was an idiot for it. Otherwise he doubted she'd be offering. Which naturally meant that she had some kind of faith in him.
He figured he would start with the obvious question. "Well, what can he do? I've found out that here in Sonora there was an incident where a suspect matching his description and another like him were killing a bunch of officers, blowing up warmachina, and generally raising hell here." Really, at first he might just be able to get the guy to help him fix his shop. But then there was news of excessive violence involved, which suddenly told him that things would not be so simple and that he had a feeling Sephiroth wouldn't come quietly. Fortunately, it also meant that there was probably a bounty out on him. Hopefully it was lucrative, with all the bullshit Sephiroth managed to pull off, it better be a small fortune or something.
Alex leaned back and stretched a little. "I figure if I'm going to haul him in, it'd probably be best to know what he can pull so I can at least be ready for that." He totally had it, though. How bad could it possibly get? That sword, seriously, what was up with that? Unique as can be, sure. But that thing surely had to be brittle in the middle, right? Had to be, unless there was some kinda super material or smithing technique used for it, anyway.
Alex smirked and gave a soft shrug when Prompto brought up how he got there before they did. He nodded, remarking, "Well, you got me." As he looked to his left at a map of the area. He looked at the routes, the possible ways to Provo, squinting a bit before he rolled it up and shoved it under the desk. "I'm good at what I do. Trying to clean this place up. Just glad I could get you out of there. Good timing, too, that had been my first trip to Sonora." That had been rather eventful for a first time trip. At least the city wasn't boring, he figured. Even if it hated his guts, hated the guts of anyone else who wasn't them, and hated anyone who looked too different. But, well, tragedy had been averted, at least, and there was something to be thankful for.
But Prompto had questions, which made sense, considering everything. Now that the boy had a chance to breathe, there was no doubt that the more logical parts of his mind would start working again. Kind of hard to do that when you'd been thrown into a new world for all of one week and then suddenly people were shooting at you and all that. It took him a bit to get adjusted here, too. "But this is, well, was, the Rising Stones. A shop I was setting up, and a guild, yes. Then it was turned into this by three assholes." It had been two, but the more he heard about it, the more there was this mention of a third guy helping the poor shmuck that got attacked out of nowhere. His face darkened for a moment at the mention of it. It still boiled his blood.
He clenched a fist. "But now I know who one of them is. Just you wait, Sephiroth."
There was no way Sephiroth could be as bad as Zenos.
Right, uh, back on track. "Sorry, I'm digressing; what're rpgs?" He was like a gaming thing? RPGs, honestly is Sonora was anything to go by, maybe it was some kind of weapon? That didn't make sense at all. But the idea of gaming in the tavern, now, perhaps that made sense. Maybe he'd allow some tavern games in here, some. He didn't want to clean up fingers or anything like that, nor did he want it used as a gambling ring or something horrible. ... Maybe Triple Triad though, he could always go for some Triple Triad. Shame that no one he met here was a player of that particular game, though.
He had yet to find Sephiroth. He'd been looking, too. But the guy was good at pulling a vanishing act, or someone else was covering for him, one of the two, had to be. The more he probed, the less sympathy he felt for the guy. Originally he'd just been the poor guy that had been attacked by that raging asshole, but digging had revealed he had some dirty laundry, too. In Sonora, in particular. Well, he didn't know for a fact it was Sephiroth, but the description matched, and he started putting it together. Apparently Sephiroth, assuming it was him, had an incident with the guards here and someone who also bore a similar description. He and a man with short, silver hair, and a shorter katana, had taken to murdering a bunch of officers here and blowing up... helicopters? What was a helicopter, anyway? Either way, while Alex had no sympathy for the Sonoran guards, well, that made going after Sephiroth easier.
The guy was super wanted. He was pretty sure the bounty would pay well. Maybe he should take up bounty hunting. All the money with none of the fame.
But he was stuck, and that meant he had to go to the one person he knew had anything regarding Sephiroth. Which meant that he had to be nice. Well, nicer than he was the first time. Seriously, they were just flowers, what was the big deal? The baritone thing was one hundred percent true though. Shanties was something he couldn't really do. Though what the hell did it hurt to try, right? "Heave a pawl, oh heave away, way, hay, roll and go. The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored, to be rollicking randy dandy-O." He grimaced for a moment at it. Yeah, he was unsatisfied with that. It just wasn't going to work. But that was interrupted, as he began to feel the drops of rain falling on him--really? Of all the times, ugh. Alex threw up his hood to try and keep himself warm. Well, at least there was something that came in handy. Getting his wardrobe back together was a good choice!
Even if it meant he couldn't repair his shop right away.
But he didn't want to get soaked, so he found himself hustling into a cafe to get out of the rain. Pulling his hood back so he could actually see, he took a look around, trying to find an empty table. Well, he found empty tables, he just also found a pink flower girl. Namely, a pink flower girl he'd been looking for. He wasted no time, sliding himself in the chair opposite her. She knew who Sephiroth was, knew what he was, maybe now that he wasn't on the run, he could actually sit down and talk to her. "Well, just who I've been looking for." He smiled. Yes, he could be nice. She just... caught him at a bad time, yeah, that was it. He wasn't normally that antagonistic with her. She just gave him shit for no reason while he was trying to not end up in some prison.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 28, 2021 20:43:19 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alexander found himself in a maze. Well, with the others as well. They were splitting up then, even though he figured that was probably a really bad idea. But, well, it couldn't be helped. Two of them had wandered off in different directions. And in truth, if Alexander was really going to pick a side, he'd rather go with the side that he actually knew. "Fine, fine. Ashelia probably wouldn't be too happy if her general went and died." He spoke with a wry smile. Though he was actually more concerned with the others than Fran. Granted, Fran scared most everyone. Although she wasn't without respect. Nobody took her lightly. With her and Bwagi at the helm, he was pretty sure that Dalmasca would be free. But perhaps part of it was simple; Fran was familiar, Fran was a sign of home, and while Zephon had many things about it that he came to appreciate, there were things from Hydaelyn that he missed.
As he left, he did shout back. "If we find the way, we'll come back and get you! I'd rather not leave anyone else behind!" And with that, he caught up to the Viera making her way through the labyrinth. In all honesty, he'd never really gotten a chance to actually sit down with her one on one. She's always been official business this and grrrr that. "You're holding up well, all things considered." He spoke with a slight hum. "How'd you get here? Everyone else seems to have a different story." Some from his world, his home, had come, but so far, none had recognized him. He had his doubts that Fran would be any different, naturally, but he'd still probe and try and make small talk. For all the good that would do, anyway.
The sun was beginning to set in Provo, home of the Rising Stones. It was anything but homey, and he still had a lot of work to do. Dust and debris still littered the area after that scuffle. Well, at least Aerith had given him the name of one of those responsible. Sephiroth. Right. That... didn't help at all. Back in his world that name was so godsdamn common that even Momodi Modi had preempted it when they had first met, asking Alex if his name was Sephiroth or some variation of Sephiroth. So, he would have to rely on the appearance. Fortunately, that was at least a bit more unique. Hair that long as he heard it wasn't that common, even if silver dye was. The nodachi would stand out most of all, longer than the man himself. He'd never heard of anything like that, at least. Zantetsuken was the longest blade he'd known, and, well, there was a very good reason for that. Even then, it wasn't the longest he'd seen.
He looked at his outfit and sighed. If he hadn't kept spending gil on rebuilding his wardrobe, this place would've been repaired, now he needed to find a way to fix it. Oh, if he ever found those two... at least Sephiroth would get to keep some of his earnings, self defense and all. And Alex would at least make sure that the guy had a place to stay and food to eat. He could be sympathetic! But that other guy, the Prompto look-a-like, the one that just decided to be a huge jerk about it all. Oh, there was no profit there. He was going to hand over every single gil until this was all fixed. But uh, he had to find the guy first. Sephiroth, too, but, baby steps. Speaking of Prompto, "How're you holding up?" He asked as he took a cloth, and whipping it a couple times to get the dust out, began to wipe down one of the counters. This place was going to look nice when it was finalized.
Maybe hire Aerith for some decorations. Assuming she didn't kill them of course.
What kind of gardener needed the lifestream to bail them out?
He took the cloth and whipped it again. "I'm sure you've had a crazy week, must be nice to finally be able to sit down and take a breath." He continued onward. He did take a moment to scan the area; aside from debris he'd yet to clean up, it was empty, filled with crates and barrels, all empty, and quiet. The greeting lobby at least, where people could eat--if he had tables, he didn't, or meet up, was getting cleared out, but there was so much work still to do. He'd been making such good progress on it all, as well. But he didn't have a lot in the way of shelter, so this would have to make do for now.
Well, okay, he wouldn't go and just attack him. He'd give Sephiroth a chance to come peacefully work the debt off. Of course, it was going to happen one way or another. Whether Sephiroth agreed to do the work or he had to be dragged there kicking and screaming, Alexander would have it done. "I've dealt with my fair share of jerks before. I'm an Adventurer. It's what I do." Of this, he was confident. Well, he did leave out being a godslaying Warrior of Light and all that. Best not to tip that hand. If she thought it false bravado, then so be it. She could think he was a chump. Surely though, it wasn't false bravado. Surely Alexander Sorel could take on Sephiroth and come out on top. There was no possible way that something like that could go horribly wrong, right?
At least he can't be as dangerous as Zenos. He assured himself. Totally.
But, they were here, and he was surprised at how fast it'd gone. No issues, nothing. It seemed that she was rather talented at weaving her way through the city. A thank you was in order? He blinked at her for a moment. "Huh? Oh, yeah, thanks." Wait, heading back to fix what she could. Uh-huh. She really might want to just consider casting cure spells or something on them, there was no way her hands were going to do it if he had heard right. But, well, he'd lay off. He'd gotten where he needed to go. No need to keep Prompto waiting any longer than he already had with the detour. He looked at the station and back at her. "If you're ever looking for work, I'm in Provo. With how things are, I could probably use a decorator." If she really was good, then, well, there was an opportunity to actually get paid. Granted, he wasn't entirely sure.
Really the extra hands cleaning up would just be nice.
Still, he turned around and was at least able to get his equipment back with relatively little fuss. Though the guard seemed to sneer at him a bit for even existing. Right, all well and good, he had a bird and a boy to get back to.
Alex seemed compelled to correct her. "Actually I've been told I'm a great baritone. I just can't do shanties or anything like that. Operas seem to be more where I can shine." It's just no one ever did anything like that, it was just tavern songs or something else like that. "And honestly, I would have been fine. I've taken much, much worse than a fall. It just kind of disorients me for a little bit." If nothing else, he was a bit of a cockroach. It took poison to actually kill him in another timeline. But beyond that, nothing ever really seemed to stick, as if he was made of iron. But he continued to listen, and just a little bit more, he came to appreciate his current company, it was enlightening.
Well, that was something at least, something that perked him up. "Sephiroth." He said the name out loud. "His ass is going to be paying me off forever." Or, well, at least until the damage was repaired and paid for. Oh-hoho, no, he would not let this one be sliding away. Now he had an identity. Besides, it was just a dumbass with a katana, he was pretty sure that he could take Sephiroth. How bad could it be? Still, it did change his demeanor somewhat as he loosened up a little, and gave her a "Thank you." See? Alexander could be personally reasonable at times, one just had to actually be nice to him at first, and not give him grief over things he had no control over! Probably. Well, mostly, he'd still find some way to infuriate the flower girl at some point, that just how it be sometimes.
But as he continued to follow her lead, he did press a little; "And the other?" So, there had been some gears turning in his head about that. A couple theories, at least. "Unless the blonde guy is just some insane, serial killing asshole, there's a reason he attacked Sephiroth. You know anything about that?" And most people didn't just randomly attack others. Zenos did, but Zenos was a horribly insane monster that had--yeah, it had never been pretty with Zenos around. And he had his doubts that this blonde guy would just be another Zenos, because Zenos was a special brand of crazy. Which also meant that chances were the blonde guy at least knew of Sephiroth, if not knew him outright.
Alex threw up his hands for a moment. "What do you want me to do, write a power ballad on their brave and noble sacrifice?" He wasn't a Bard, he couldn't do that. He wasn't sure where to even begin on the sacrifice of the flowers that saved Alex from getting slightly more bruised than he already was. His eyes narrowed a bit at her. "You are getting way worked up over this. They're just flowers. Yes, they took time, do you see me ranting and raving about how my entire livelihood was annihilated and I'm basically back on the streets until I can fix it?" Well, sort of. He was used to living outside, so it wasn't that big of an inconvenience, but it was a ramshackle place he'd really wanted to fix up. He'd only barely managed to put a down payment on it with what gil that he hadn't blown on getting his clothes back.
Then he realized something; "Wait, you mean to tell me that you've had two other people crash in onto your flowers? Think maybe the universe is telling you something?" He deadpanned at her before sighing. "But fine, you win. Have your cake. Thal's Balls." He shook his head. Honestly, he figured she'd probably kick him if he didn't.
At least things were moving... kind of productively? Maybe? She was curious about what happened in Provo, that was fair. Not everyone would have known, so he just let himself get pulled along. She was really touchy feely, wasn't she? He'd admit the first thing right off the bat. "Hm? I wasn't there in person. But two men got into a fight. One with the blonde hair and sword. Now that I think about it reports said he was basically wearing a blue jumpsuit. The other was a guy with looooong silver hair and a black coat. But what really stood out about him was he had this really long nodachi." Longer than the guy himself. Alex couldn't fathon how you could even begin to wield that, let alone effectively, let alone without it breaking. He'd forged weapons before, he couldn't see a weapon like that being balanced and durable; it'd snap right at the center.
Anyway! "Anyway, from witnesses, because this happened surrounded by a ton of bystanders, the guy with silver hair was just minding his own business when the blonde just lost his shit and attacked him from nowhere. They fought, and caused a lot of damage, my shop getting destroyed." His mind went to darker places as he seemed to get just a little angry at that. "I swear if I ever find them..." Oh he would make them pay. Both physically and financially. They would be reimbursing him for his store. He would have his blood and gold! His weregild!
Alex looked at her and shook his head. "So your plants have died on you twice even with the lifestream helping." Of course, he misinterpreted it, but well, having three guys fall into your lap like that, he might find it a little hard to believe. She really wasn't the best gardener, was she? Still, try to be nice, she was actually helping him, so you know, nothing overtly insulting. Just be subtly insulting, that was one way to go about it. Still, he has to admit that even if she's really bad with flower, that she's really good at not getting caught. In fact, it seems almost practiced, as if this is something that she's been doing for years. He couldn't help but wonder; was she used to getting into trouble with the authorities as well? Was she a rebel without a cause? Well, maybe.
Still, he'd give her some grief on the sword. It was just easier not to have it on him, but, "Oh, it's not my sword. It's my sword." She knew nothing about Fray, and he could use say things like that at his own leisure. He wasn't lying. Fray was him after all, just, the part of him that actually had some modicrum of self preservation and self concern. Being the Warrior of Light could be exhausting, and having someone to look out for you was always desirable. Alex did tug at one of his locks though, look at her with a quirked brow. "This is aesthetically disheveled, not spiked." He protested before muttering under his breath. ... And it sounds like I didn't destroy anything that would've made it past next week anyway." Keep it low, be nice Where in the world was she getting the idea that he had spiked hair to even begin with?! She definitely wasn't a stylist either!
He had a name from her at least, and he sighed. "Alexander. And I said thank you for the healing. What else do you want?" Priorities, Aerith! Priorities! Get them in order! Alex was 100% willing to sacrifice a bunch of flowers to save another person. Maybe take pride in that her gardening had kept him from getting more injured than he may have already been. He couldn't imaging that ragdolling like that on impact on the way down could have been anything good.
