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To be honest, it wasn't the first time someone had shown some kind of... he didn't want to call it awe. It bothered him. But he was obviously impressed. He looked back down at the soldiers that had collapsed. "If you're curious. It's a sleep spell mixed with Aero. No one's dying, understand?" It was only the combination of two very low level spells, but creative use made it more potent than it had any right to be. Case in point, when the next group appeared, it was an easy thing to just mix the two low level spells again and once again fire it out. It didn't take that much of his aether to do it. "It's foolishly ideal, but hopefully once it starts getting around that the worst that'll happen is a little nap, they'll divert resources to other issues. No point sending in the tanks when no one's even gotten hurt, yet." Well, it would be. If he hadn't tried for a hostage distraction earlier.
Nice, Alex. Nice.
Still, while waiting for the spell to hit, he did duck out of the way. He'd rather not get shot if he could help it. Plan, right. So, aside from the obvious; neutralize the threat long enough they could actually escape, he did have something. "I have a chocobo outside the city that can fly us away from all this. I'd rather not call him in and expose him to gunfire at the moment, though." Ragnabawk wasn't completely defenseless, and he understood that logically, a human life should outweigh the life of a chocobo, but he wasn't about to sacrifice Ragnabawk for someone he'd just met. Ragnabawk was his buddy, his buddy that he still needed to find a way to teach Choco Meteor. If those asshole red birds from Dalmasca could do it, why couldn't Ragnabawk?
Now that he thought about it... he really didn't know anything about... yeah, he could already hear Fray calling him a dumbass for sticking his neck out for someone he didn't even know. Fray didn't even say the words, he just knew. And he knew that Fray would also be silently judging him for this as well. "What's your name, so I'm not calling you kid?" He looked over with genuine confusion. Unless he was given an answer, Aedan it would be.
Alex watched as the kid turned the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief. The officer, well, he didn't seem too concerned with Alexander. Oh, just one more casualty in all this, that's just life, you know? Jerk. So he walked away, trying to follow after Prompto, make sure he got out safely. They'd just make it to the outskirts, he'd get a hold of Ragnabawk, and they'd fly on out of here. That was the idea until the kid's cover was blown, and the chase was back on. "Oh godsdammit." Watching the guards begin to swarm, his pace picked up into a sprint. How was he going to get that kid out of this? There was an army. Oh sure, he could cast Sleep, but what was he going to do, one at a time? No, he had to put them all down, one way or another. And--Wait, no, that might work. Hm, a bit of a longshot, but he couldn't quite remember if they had air filtration or anything like that.
It was his best shot to get everyone out of this alive and unarmed, at least. He could already hear Fray groaning, wondering why he didn't just leave, but that just wasn't Alexander. A sleep spell was forming in his hand. He'd make it more potent than usual, had to, otherwise it wouldn't work for what he was going to do. Assuming it even worked to begin with, but well, if it didn't, that meant things would get rather violent, and he would much prefer to avoid violence if at all possible! He tried his best to keep up. Brief flickers and the sounds of gunfire told him where he needed to go. No one really tried to stop him. The chaos of it all effectively gave him free reign to move. Up and up and up, though he had to give some measure of silent thanks; the kid going up the third floor by his lonesome meant he wouldn't be caught in what was about to happen. Alexander stared at the mess of soldiers, silently praying that this would work. Not just for his sake, not just for their sake, but for Prompto's sake as well.
If anyone died, that kid was cooked.
He aimed the Sleep spell, on its own, it would only affect one of them, but! Alexander was nothing if not resourceful, making minimal effort go a very, very long way. Been told he did all his thinking sideways, and moments like that, as the Aero spell materialized in his other hand, he was grateful for that. He looked up, seeing a flash of light. It was now or never, the next few seconds would decide just how bloody things would get. He felt his chest tighten a little, as clasping his hands together, combining the spells, he unleashed the Sleep spell into the air, carried by the Aero spell. Please work, he prayed, please, please work, as he looked over his shoulder. He might need to fire it off again.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 11, 2020 18:21:09 GMT -6
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to this riddle, all souls are tied
"If the call of adventure or shopping necessities are what you're looking for, then find your way to the Rising Stones!"
To be honest, he normally wasn't going to work this hard on something like this. But with the apparent news of the Dragonblades expanding into Provo, well. He wasn't really much of a mercenary. Taking orders and all that didn't sit too well with him. Requests were fine, helping friends were fine. But trying to boss Alex around really only worked when the stakes were high enough. ... Or when you paid him really well. But you had to pay Alexander really well, anymore. Gone were the days when you could take advantage of just some adventurer trying desperately to get to his next meal. Really, that kind of ended when he joined the Scions. Still, he figured he might take an idea from Eorzea, get an Adventuring Guild going. Apparently an adventuring guild wasn't that big of an idea around here, which meant it was an untapped resource! Mostly. The Dragonblades had apparently expanded into Provo, but they were more of a Mercenary outfit than anything.
They had nothing on an actual adventuring guild! Probably. They'd deal with them at some point. But there he stood, the Warrior of Light, in the middle of Provo's Markets, handing out flyers to anyone who was interested. Some actually were. Many others just tossed the flyers into the garbage if even that. Littering wasn't good, but at least they had the decency to crumple them up, first? Still, with no tasks that needed doing, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. Until Noctis decided that his own little adventure was over, finding Ardyn would be a problem, which unfortunately meant that Alex couldn't just hunt the guy down. He didn't even know what Ardyn looked like, which made it even more problematic. Where did he even start, there?
He looked at the sky. A little in the afternoon, was it? A couple more hours, and he could probably head on back. Or until he ran out of flyers. He looked at the stack that he had made, spending some decent gil to get it all printed out. Those presses were amazing. There was still a little bit to go, and the crowd was already starting to thin just a little. Well, maybe he could say that--Or he could just--no, that would be rude, and wouldn't really help his situation. WHich meant more advertising. Which meant more boredom. He sighed in resignation and defeat, as one of the flyers was once more in his hand, be waved around like some advertisement. Which it was, admittedly.
"If the call of adventure or shopping necessities are what you're looking for, then find your way to the Rising Stones!" At least no one here could call him out on the name.
Oh, thank the Twelve. Well, at least as much as he could in this world. But while there were some hiccups, it was close enough that he was at least able to get the kid out of there and yank him along. "I am so, so sorry about this." He said, he had to be an embarrassed dad, right? After all, his buffoon of a son just made him look bad. There would be consequences for this! And they would never be the same! But getting out of there was easy enough. They got looks, for sure. After all, this was an event that they'd likely talk about at home, and the other kids, assuming this was legit, would humorously chuckle about as someone got escorted out. Prompto and Alexander would forever be laughingstocks in their lives, so you know, that they'd probably never meet them again was probably a good thing. In fact, Alexander might appreciate being a laughingstock, at least it'd be something new.
But the boy did have a genuine question, and well, it might not hurt to put him slightly at ease. Make what was to come easier, too. So, Alex gave his answer. It didn't answer where they were going, but that was something that could wait until later. Right now, he just needed to get the two of them out of the danger zone. "Figuring out what your deal is. Either you're a terrorist, which means hopefully this city will stop being an asshole to me, or you got in way over your head. If your doe-eyed look and overall babbling are anything to go by, I'm assuming the latter." Yeah, this kid was almost certainly not a dangerous terrorist. Granted, Alexander had made poor judgments of one's character before, but well, this one was acting a bit too green for him to have much for doubts at the moment. "I'm not sure what you did, or if you did anything. Like I said, these people are jerks. But if they're looking for you, well, we have to slip you out, but you need to go along."
Which, brought them to some of the officers. Or, well, where they could see some. And an exit. "Which means a distraction. Go on out, I'll be there in a moment. Just need to cause a scene. You slip out while they're distracted. Keep your head down." He reached and gave Prompto a small pat on the back as a signal to get moving before he picked up his own pace. His breathing quickened, gotta look like you're hyperventilating and all, as he approached an officer. Just needed to make a big enough scene to get the others to look at him for a moment. "Officer! Y-You gotta help, the terrorist-he's-he's taken my wife hostage, says he's going to kill her if he doesn't get--why did we let those outsiders in--oh-god-oh god-oh-god--" And he just started to repeat that, burying his face in his hands. Panicking husband, and all.
Shit goes down a lot in this place, doesn't it? Sonora was a right mess, Alex was becoming more and more convinced about that. And as he wandered into certain places that he had no idea why they were there, well, it only made his opinion of this place even worse. There was just another example of that when some puny teenager came hurrying in, hurrying. He slipped through, almost stepping on Alexander's foot, but obviously he was trying to get away from something. Of course, an elder stepped in, and all seemed well. At least until the teenager was obviously confused at being addressed. Someone actually in trouble from someone they knew would look chastised and ashamed; this kid was pointing at himself in confusion. So Alex took a few steps closer, and that was when the guards of this place came storming in, looking for a terrorist, and demanding an evacuation.
Something's not adding up, here. And he's dealt with human traffickers before.
Well, not enough to know for sure whether this was actually that, or whether this kid was actually a terrorist, but he knew that they could be an issue. So, Alex decided to step in, try and defuse this and figure out what the hell was going on. And he only had one way of doing that. Unlike Alphinaud, he could actually act a part rather convincingly. Or G'raha. Really, he wasn't sure who the Miqo'te was fooling, considering Alex almost immediately knew it was him. Still, best to figure this out. He saw three outcomes, as he could tell; he either caught a terrorist, and maybe everyone wouldn't be such assholes to him here. He either got this kid out of trouble, because he was obviously not meant to be there. Or he made a buffoon of himself, anything was possible.
Especially if the kid didn't catch on.
And so Prompto's first impression of Alexander would be him storming in, storming up, and throwing his hands up in a fuss before very obviously pointing at Prompto. "Aedan, what the hell are you doing?" He put his hands on his hips, with a furrowed brow. "I'm gone for a minute and... gah, your mother's gonna kill you. And me, for that matter." He shook his head, not even giving him a chance to respond. Do not act confused, otherwise this won't work, as Alex looks to the others. "I'm sorry, he tends to get real nosy." Before beckoning him. As for the guards, well, they'll figure that out. Right now, he wants to know what in the hell is going on right now. He just hoped this wouldn't bite him in the ass.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 10, 2020 0:05:48 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Alex raised an eyebrow. It's called small talk, lady. Well, that's what he wants to say, but he also doesn't want to be rude. Then again, he wasn't exactly sure if he should be surprised. Most everyone in Sonora since he got here had been distrustful of him at best, and outright hostile at worst. Ah, to be back in Ishgard. He supposed he should be thankful this place wasn't run by a batshit insane religious figure hellbent on using dragon eyes to conquer the world. "Says the lady in a tank top and miniskirt. You must be used to the cold." Or a Monk, if her figure and lack of weapons were anything to go by, as his eyes trailed up and down the woman next to him. He was pretty sure Lyse had done that whole "sit under a freezing waterfall and medi--" No, no she hadn't. She was a bit too... gungho for something like that. Now that he thought about it, most Monks were pretty hot blooded.
Hot blooded. Ha, that'd explain the cold resistance. Man, he was a riot.
Mister...? "Sorel. Alexander Sorel." God, mister. Yes it was completely accurate but it still made him feel too old! He wasn't that old, not chronologically! He only felt it in his soul after all the horrible shit he'd been through. Images of trauma passed through his mind as his stare became vacant for only the briefest of moments before refocusing. Still, Alex would confirm the suspicions that he didn't know she was even having. "First time here." Sure enough, he was indeed an outsider, who was doing outsider things, and getting the outsider treatment from most everyone else. "And frankly, I have no idea where I'm going or where I can even get work." Being an adventurer meant building networks and contacts. That was not his forte. That was always more Alphinaud's thing, really.
Still, that also meant this lady could probably help. "So, knowing the place a little better would be nice, if you don't mind." Maybe a tour or something. Who knows, maybe she'd have a job for him? Then again, looking at her, he wasn't sure what exactly she'd need from him that she couldn't just do herself.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 9, 2020 22:34:07 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
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It was an idea that he hadn't really given much thought. Perhaps it had never occurred to him, or perhaps it was something that he really didn't want to think about. Afterlife, gods he hoped not. Really the idea that he would just be scattered to the lifestream and then reincarnated after everything was already slightly disturbing for him. Nevermind the fact that he had outright died in a different timeline. That much surprised him. Lycoris always considered him to be a cockroach. "If this is the afterlife, I want a refund." Oh he liked it here much more than the Source, but he wouldn't exactly call it a paradise. Nevermind that it likely wouldn't do to get attached, at some point he was going to be needing to go back and save the world and... it just all got so tiresome sometimes.
Her question is fair; things are heating up, and Alex simply shook his head. "At this point we'd probably get in the way. It's not like back home where you're helping some Grand Company members who are in way over their heads." The people here were heroes and legends in their own right, who did things a certain way. If they could keep innocent casualties from happening, well, then he'd stay out. But... "If anything is in danger, it's probably the shop. Should we head back to keep an eye on it?" Not that it mattered. If it got burned down or something he'd probably be drafted to help rebuild it. He didn't really know why him, he wasn't exactly the best carpenter for that sort of thing.
He sighed and leaned back a bit. "I've been fortunate. None of our adversaries have appeared, at least." Zenos was nowhere to be found, neither were any of the Ascians. Maybe he would luck out and not have to get dragged in to all of this. Just keep it that way, nice and quiet from the Source. Although that meant they were free to muck about--not that it mattered much. With the Unsundered out of the picture, the rest were bereft of cohesion and leadership. The Ascians died with Emet-Selch, who was most assuredly, definitely dead.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Nov 25, 2020 22:50:46 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
When Alex arrived outside, he saw that two of them made it. Fran was obvious, considering how she was back in their world, he still believed that she probably scared whatever was in her door. The other, well, he didn't have enough of a bead on her yet. Still, they were missing two, one of them that rambunctious young kid, and the other the man that got shoved into another door. He waited with the other two, just for them to come out. One of them did, the kid anyway. So that was a plus. But time passed, and there was no sign of Barret. "..." Alex didn't say anything, content to just wait for a little bit. But it eventually became clear that the big guy wasn't coming through that door, and they were running out of time. Alex cast his gaze at the ground. The others were ready to move on, and he'd made a bad call. All he could do was just keep going.
For those we have lost. For those we can yet save. He felt like muttering it under his breath as he pulled out his star globe. "I didn't get a chance to do this earlier, so let me do that now." One by one, he casted an Aspected Benefic on the others to give them a second regen effect. If nothing else, he was going to make sure what was left of the party didn't die horribly, he could do that much at least. Taking his sword out as well, he planted the tip in the ground. "If need be, I can take point. I'm good at drawing attention and soaking up hits." Dark Knight at least made him useful for that. Taunts and provokes and beatings galore. Without the big guy, he supposed that just defaulted to him, anyway.
So what came next, then? "Anything else we want to get out of the way?" They couldn't really wait anymore, could they? Could they go back? No, the doors were sealed. "Any objections?" Otherwise, he was going to march on forward, so they could get out of this place just a little faster.
It's nice in here. It's far, far too nice. He's been around the bend enough to know that dungeons like this aren't normally supposed to be so friendly. The ground is soft, the air is warm, and it becomes far too easy to simply lay down and sleep. One of those places, was it? That goaded the reckless to relax and lower their guard. He sighed a bit, watching the walls go by, until at last he found himself in a room with food and drink galore. Any sense of relaxation he felt immediately dissipated. Which was an odd reaction for most considering that sort of thing would be welcome. It was just, well... his shadow moved a tad as the form took shape. No need to hide him here, at least, when it was just the two of them. The black, blue, and gold outfit setting him apart from Alexander, even though both of them knew the face hiding beneath the helmet. Alexander preferred the helmet, really, the face was too weird.
But that voice that often elected to speak only for the sake of his interest manifested, and Fray was content to stretch his legs.
There was a chuckle, as his own voice blended into another's. Fray always had a bit of an odd circumstance. Alexander often found it difficult to explain that Fray was Alexander, and yet was also Fray. "A banquet. Really?" The Greatsword and Cane hung strapped to the Shadow's back. Alex never knew for sure how much the actual Fray was a Conjurer. Sidurgu had told him so, but he wasn't sure to what extent the man had dabbled in the arts. Still, his shadow carefully examined everything laid out for them. Here, they had privacy, here, Alexander didn't have to deal with the weird stares of getting into an argument with a potential figment of his imagination. Fray was a weird thing to explain.
Alex shook his head, looking to the bed. It looked so soft."It wasn't tailored to the individual, I think. Not sure why it would be." It was almost as if Fray knew where Alex was looking, because he did, stepping between the Warrior of Light and sweet blissful rest... and likely death, all things considered.
"How many times has everything gone to hell at a banquet, again?" It's a question to keep him focused, somewhat. To take his thoughts away from rest and relaxation. It worked, at least, as Alexander found the door on the other side, stepping over to find it locked and bound with a chain. He sighed. The bed seemed to nice. Which, right, shit, focus, he needed to focus.
Alexander breathed as he brought out his Star Globe. First, he cast an Esuna on himself, just to make sure he hadn't gotten pulled into something, before he cast a Dispel on the foods. "Well, there was the one at Ul'dah, when I got framed for regicide. Then there was that time I got poisoned right before the peace talks in Ishgard. Oh, don't forget Thancred getting his soul ripped from his body at another banquet, I can go on." He reminisced, keeping his mind on the topic at hand. Lycoris thought him paranoid. But there was a damn good reason Alexander didn't like anyone else serving him food or drinks. Really, this trap or test was doomed to failure from the start. But, focus! Fray was good like that, and his inner self interest looked over to the bed, pointing at it with his thumb.
"It's an obvious trap."
Finding the chain suddenly too difficult and heavy to remove. Alexander gave it a blank stare before he had to resort to other options. Taking out Silversnake, Alex began to channel the magic between that and the Star Globe. "No shit." A stream of fire burst forth as Alex sustained it, running it against the heavy metal. If it couldn't be removed the normal way, he'd just break it. No shit this was a trap. That much was obvious going in. His thoughts wandered back to the bed, how nice it would be, but went back to the others as well. He still felt bad about the big guy, really hoped he wasn't sending him to fight some giant fish monster. Guess he'd find out if he came out the other side. Man, Alex would feel horrible if the big guy never came through.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Oct 8, 2020 14:31:15 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He'll wipe it out in a day or so he figured, as the meat is brought to him. Working like he did, he always managed to get his appetite going. That never changed, not even in this world. He watched as his wife drank his own drink. Something she wound up picking up after... everything. A way of testing whether or not it was poisonous. He objected, considering it was his wife and it being poisonous would make it even worse. He almost instinctively reached his hand out to swat it away, but forced the urge down. Nothing seems to be happening, not immediately. Give it another minute or so, and then he'll know for sure. He tried to pass the time as she mused idly on this world, something that he should probably do, too. He paused for a moment. "That's the rub." He quietly admitted. "I'm just like everyone else." It was said more with a soft tone of glee than despair.
Nothing depending on him. No badgering from any grand companies. No imminent to the world that couldn't be immediately handled. "There's no pressure to save the world. No threat of some domineering empire. I almost don't want to leave." It was only the Scions, their friends, that really motivated him to return home. Were their fellow companions and the Scions to arrive in this world, there was a good chance that he wouldn't go back. Why would he? He'd thought about the after, and the Eighth Umbral Calamity was proof that as soon as he was dead, the world was just going to head right to shit anyway. It felt like trying to hold back a mighty deluge, and the dam would only hold as long as the builder repaired the cracks as they appeared. The builder couldn't keep at it forever.
"With us being pulled, though, it begs the question; how much of this is native? I've seen chocobos, there are moogles, and Behemoths as you see. So how much of that existed before whatever force began pulling?" He begins to carve off a slab of meat for himself before he finally samples his drink. Lycoris seems to be doing fine, so just one tiny sip, maybe. Now to wait. But the meat? The meat's great, probably expensive as all hell, but great. It's only when the sounds of panic dulled by the walls reach him that he simply looks up to his wife. Right, he should probably say something before she rushes out to meet whatever it is, ruining their nice date. She's quite like he is at times, and here, it's just something you have to fight back. Even if for the Warrior of Light, that seemed downright odd.
So he says casually, but almost exasperated. "Oh, someone's at it again." He remarks. "So, to give a quick rundown on this world. It's not like ours. Most everyone brought here is a hero or villain in some form and in their own right." Meaning there were many, many powerful actors running around on this stage. "Clashes are... inevitable." But it always seemed to settle down. Fortunately, none of his enemies had the ill intent of actually showing up. No Ascians to plague him, Zenos was nowhere to be found. It seemed as if their world was so remote that whatever force domineered the metaphysical workings of this world, it could barely reach his own. Here, he could relax and actually enjoy some food with his wife. That there was a clash meant it was already being taken care of.
