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Post by Alexander Sorel on May 23, 2020 12:55:47 GMT -6
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[attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @lycoris
✉ notes: should just shove her into a bottle
Let the World Shatter, Into Dust
nothing else matters, only us
Oh, it's a fairy. That much becomes plain to him as it hides in his blonde hair. Reminds him of Rina, honestly. Either hiding in his hair when shit hits the fan, or hiding in Lycoris's hair whenever he's mad at Rina. That tends to be surprisingly often. Rina... Rina was a handful. There were times where he wondered if they didn't have kids because Rina was enough of a handf--Nah, that one's a bit cruel even by his own standards. Though he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about kids. A few moments pass, and Alex readies himself to wipe out the ghouls. A few sword attacks here, some spells there, it might be fun. At least until the shrill voice screeches his name, and then things stop. Wait, he knows this fairy, this fairy is fairly familiar.
Rina?
He remains silent for the most part. It's Rina, alright. He probably wouldn't be able to get a word in right now. Instead, his attention is taken off the lumbering ghouls, black sludge dripping from their mouths. But what he really took from that was that Lycoris was here, too. Thank the Twelve. If it had just been Rina that had been brought over, he wouldn't take that well. The other issue was a daemon wanting to make a snack out of his bride, apparently. "Daemon?" He questioned as the ghouls lumbered closer. It's a flick of the wrist from him, barely an afterthought, and the ghouls are consumed in holy fire. Verholy's a hell of a spell. Plus they have no time to waste. If Lycoris is in trouble, then the sooner he can get to her, the better.
He cracks his knuckles. "Take me to her." It's simple, and he can catch up with them later. But for now, save the wife. And let Ragnabawk have his fun, as the large black bird tried to nip at Rina. The ghouls weren't the only one who saw a juicy bug snack that just so happened to be rather noisy.
Idiot was about right. Alexander simply remained quiet as he watched the brief exchange. Ah, to be back in Ul'dah, where only the smell of quick profits got people to do anything. He hated Ul'dah. Hated Thanalan too. The sand was just not for him. It was rough and coarse and irritating, and it got everywhere. Not like... well, no, considering where they were, yes, this place was still rough and coarse and irritating, and it still got everywhere. He was overdue for a bath when it was all said and done. Maybe with some riches. That brought up an issue, too. If he was just trying to be an adventurer again, what happened when he got some recognition--ah that was a thought for another time.
Still, he saw where this one was going. Alex instead looked at Caius, looking back into the darkness. "May as well, can't let someone run off to their own demise, at least." He could practically hear Fray breaking something in his head. And in fact, the complaints had already begun. Not that Fray didn't have his fair share of points, he did. Someone who heard danger, saw treasure, and ran off screaming into the darkness probably wasn't going to live long, anyway. And that was a fair point. Although, with the guy running off, he did wonder. "Going by the theme, it'll probably be some more golems. Water's good at tearing them apart." This was more of an inconvenience and really, what was an adventurer without a moron making things unnecessarily difficult?
So, he spun on his heel, and ventured back in. "Of course, this assumes he doesn't get himself killed by one of the traps around here." Ah, to be an adventurer again, when you went dungeon crawling and brought back the loot. It worked better in his world though, if he had to be honest. Seven world ending catastrophies tended to provide a lot of ruins to scour. "I'm guessing you saw the ad, too, then?" Might as well make some small talk.
✉ notes: holy shit i am so sorry this took so long
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
The mention of demons was curious, voidsent, then? But he waited for both Caius and Noctis to finish saying their part. It seemed that there was at least some sort of common ground between the two that Alex didn't have. The whole "being from the same world" thing tended to help with that. So he just poured himself another glass and began to quietly drink it. If nothing else, getting sauced wouldn't be the worst thing ever. There were so many ways to approach this, but how? Caius had brought up a really good idea. Alex wondered if the two would go for it, or if it would even work if they did, but, well, apparently they were dealing with a very powerful foe that likely hadn't been stripped of any of his formidable abilities.
Noctis's confession was surprising, though. He couldn't pass on that power? That was a peculiar thing to know. Then again, it might be memory related thing, might not know how to. Although, it sounded like he still could, just not with him, which in that case... "You were able to grant it to me in my world, but my world was soaked in aether, or magical energy, take your pick. Either way you may as well have been drowning in it." His world had so much aether that a group of shadow people from the days of yore would regularly use it to unleash different armaggeddons throughout the ages. Really, the part that a lot of people tended to forget was that the moon crashing towards the earth only to turn into an angry dragon god and burn the planet was only the most recent iteration of the apocalypse for them. Currently, Hydaelyn was on their seventh game of Civilization and in one instance, had to start its eighth.
So, taking another drink, Alex finally started speaking again. "So, who, exactly, is Ardyn? Spare no detail. Exactly what he looks like, exactly what his powers are, exactly what he can do, exactly his motives. Everything. Tell me everything." Namely, if this guy was a major threat to this star like they were saying, then he had to be dealt with. "It also may not hurt to track down his fiancé and see if he won't help against Ardyn." Well uh, Caius's wording may not have helped there.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Apr 30, 2020 22:29:34 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lacking"]
[attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @lycoris
✉ notes: ;-; there she is
Let the World Shatter, Into Dust
nothing else matters, only us
It starts off as a shrill, headache inducing shriek in the distance, calling for help. That's how it always starts. He'd taken on another odd job, no big deal, just some scavenging that needed to be done. Things were going a bit better for him, not that he would have realized it, but... Huh, that voice sounded fairly familiar. Ah well. Of course, there was that initial bit of inner protest, Fray'd always been extremely selfish, and at times, he had a point. This was not one of those times. Avoiding every person who needed help didn't work out in the long run. Besides, he was still getting paid for the job in the first place, this was just a minor detour, nothing to really worry about. So with a light tug on Ragnabawk's reins, the Chocobo let out a soft kweh before riding off to see whatever the problem is. The bird's more than ready to throw down as well, if need be.
He still needs to figure out how to teach Ragnabawk Chocometeor. After Rabanastre, there was no excuse not to.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long for him to arrive, rather than heroically dive to the fairy's aid, he simply gave a confused look as he glanced around. Right, the fairies could be small, and at times, they could be a little difficult to see at a distance. "Uh, someone in trouble?" It was an honest question! Rina could... Rina could be difficult to work with and that was when he even knew that she was there. Plus, he still had to find out what he was up against!
Alex blinked in confusion as his trolling backfired on him, to the surprise of no one but him. Well, he hadn't expected that. Gilgamesh wasn't usually so... quick to anger. Even when Hildibrand kept getting his name wrong, eventually the guy just accepted it and started calling Hildibrand "Hildy" out of affection. If Gilgamesh had amnesia... did that mean that there was a time when he wasn't so mellow? Well, mellow for Gilgamesh. He was still a ham, but he was a rather affable ham. On the bright side, if he didn't remember any of that, then that meant that he likely didn't remember how to use Zanmato and thank the Twelve for that! As adorable as Daigoro could be, watching that komainu gather up the gil to power Zanmato always put Alex on edge.
Fortunately, it seemed Gilgamesh wasn't taking him seriously, instead preferring to just stab with the Naginata. It was an easy dodge. Even without the Echo, Alex had tumbled with Gilgamesh enough to know how he worked, and it became clear how stacked this would be; Alex remembered everything, Greg didn't. In one swift motion, his arm retreated from the basket, only to insert his hand under the bottom to keep it from falling. His body twisted as the naginata came closer, watching the weapon slide right by him as he raised the basket, causing the naginata to loop right through it and hook the sandwiches.
And that was that. No counter attack, no drawing of weapons, nothing. He just simply shrugged at the ogre. "Oh, no, you have managed to swipe the food from me with your daring skill. Now eat your spoils, you donkey." Gilgamesh was stubborn, he knew that much, but well, this was taking it a bit far, wasn't it? Well, if nothing else, he supposed Gilgamesh was getting the rematch he'd wanted. Just... not with the guy or girl he was looking for.
Well, now everything started to make sense. No, no he was not this Bartz, and Gilgamesh was confusing him for someone else. It all started to click for the Warrior of Light. Greg had his memories of Alex wiped. Alex felt that familiar surge of disappointment within. Nearly every time he had met someone from his world, they had usually forgotten who he was. He'd feel sad if it wasn't becoming a familiar pain by now. Alex stared at the naginata. Right, so Gilgamesh wasn't exactly jumping to battle then, that much was good. He could handle that. Well, in this case, it was probably best to defuse the situation before it got any worse. Or just drive Greg up the wall, that worked too. Or both, yeah, both seemed like a good idea. Welp, might as well get started on that. If nothing else, keeping the guy on the defensive was usually enough to keep him from doing something... impulsive. Yeah, he'd use that word.
So, Alex pointed an accusatory finger at Greg, seemingly unphased by the naginata being aimed right at the guy. "Oh, is that how it is?!" He took on an offended tone. "All that talk of eternal rivalry and bound by destiny and then you just go and do the same thing with some wench named Bartz?" He sounded like a jilted lover! Well, sort of, he knew that would likely work at least, if that lovely scene of Thancred being jumped by several of his paramours was anything to go by. When even that bard couldn't smooth talk his way out of it, well, it had to be good for wrongfooting someone, right?
He kept the basket away from Greg, he would just allow it to tempt the ogre. "And what would Lycoris think? She really liked you, you know!" Well, more like he amused her greatly, but hey, semantics, right? Even something like that was better than being hated. She also wasn't in this world so far as he knew but shh... he wouldn't tell Greg that. "Is that what you're going to do? Make a lady cry?" At least he figured that was a sore spot for Greg. From what he had seen of his time as Jim, Greg was very adamant about not harming a lady... even if said lady was Hildibrand in a Geisha outfit. How he fell for that one, Alex had no idea.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Feb 10, 2020 17:49:45 GMT -6
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✉ notes: i hope i live to regret this
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Oh hell, he wished he'd had that waistcoat made for this. Really, Valentine's Day, he should have put that one together pretty quickly. Valentine, Valentione, yeah, it made sense all right. It'd always been a really nice waist coat, and he was rather partial to the pocket watch. Well, maybe next--Wait, why did he want to be here for another year? He really needed to figure out a way to get back home, considering what was waiting for him.
But, well, a drink would be nice. For himself, specifically, and when he ordered a drink, he reached over the moment the bottle appeared. After a slight bit of tug-of-war, he managed to pry it from the bartender, as Alex shot him a narrow glare. No no, he was pouring his own drink, he'd learned that lesson. But it came with a form, at least. What was this, a blind date? He tilted his head at it. Well, why not; it was always nice meeting new people and it wasn't like it was gonna go anywhere. It took him a bit, thinking in some places, but, well, he made it work, scrawling something and handing it back.
Your Name: Alexander Partner's Preferred Gender: Female Likes: Adventuring, Chocobos, Quiet Dislikes: Being poured drinks, Fetch quests, Landslides
Alex could only quirk a brow at that one. Hell, Greg himself had admitted he'd eaten the green chicken! Granted, this was right before said green chicken popped right back up, none the worse for wear, so that made things a bit complicated. "Wouldn't be the first time, you did it before when you were gallavanting around as Jim." He really did have to give the man... or ogre, really, some credit. When Gilgamesh really put his mind to something, it took a lot to actually dissuade him. Considering the kind of reputation he'd managed to acquire during his time as Jim (allowing him to charge ludicrously high prices), it was never a good idea to assume that Greg was just some kind of buffoon that couldn't do anything right. At least, not on the Source.
But then he brought up the pirate, and well, one would think that would be the big reveal that no, they were thinking completely different people, however, by sheer fortune, or perhaps misfortune, Alex tilted his head. "Faris? You mean Finnley?" Yes, Finnley Zalideux, a pirate he'd once met during his travels. It's just... there was one problem with what Gilgamesh had told him. "Finnley was a woman." Or, to be more accurate, Finnley had been a woman masquerading as a man, so taking that into consideration, he could see how Greg had managed to confuse Finnley for a man, considering he'd managed to confuse Hildibrand for a gorgeous woman. Really, how anyone could have been fooled by that disguise had been completely beyond him.
Still, Alex is not without compassion, and when he hears that hunger pang again, he simply offers up the basket. "Look, eat up, if you're serious about this, I can wait a little." Besides, if it was a good way to keep Greg out of trouble, then he'd indulge him at least. He'd learned his lesson from the last time he wanted a rematch, considering how far he was willing to go to make it happen. Nope, it was best just to give the guy what he wanted. Besides, it'd be good to catch up with him.
Yep, it was Gilgamesh. No more doubt about any of that, right down to the same personality. Overdramatic as always, but everyone had their own flair, right? Still, even with all that, Alex couldn't help but be reminded of the fact that even Gilgamesh was rendered into the Straight Man whenever Hildibrand was around. Which, speaking of, where even was that guy? Between him and Gilgamesh and Nashu, they tended to go pretty much anywhere and bumble their way through solving crime. Maybe they'd wandered off. ... Well, no, he had a feeling that sooner or later, he'd find the inspector's legs sticking out of the ground. It was inevitable, as inevitable as the sun rising and setting, unless someone was going to put a stop to all that, anyway. So he was content to let the ogre talk and well, it kind of threw him off. Like, a lot.
Color? Alexander raises an eyebrow as he shuffles a little, his pitch black outfit shifting with him. His free hand grabs the hem of the coat, raising it up a little before he lets it fall. Now that Gilgamesh mentioned it, it was a little... monotone. Well, compared to what the ogre was wearing. But everything would seem monotone compared to that. "... Look, the initial colors for the dragon I killed for this didn't mesh with the black scales and gold trimming." Rathalos seemed fine on the surface, but the armor made from its hide and scales... ugh, faded red with patches of jet black that wouldn't go away no matter what color he dyed it? Besides, he looked good in black! And he had been rebuilding his wardrobe which had many more colors! That and all the effort he put into wailing on Odin until... he looked at his gauntlets for that. Bah, let Gilgamesh think what he wants, he worked hard for this, dammit!
Greg's indignation to Greg though, got no reaction. That was what he expected. Gilgamesh always got ruffled when Hildibrand called him that. Also got ruffled when Hildibrand called him Jim during that brief Yojimbo phase of Gilgamesh's. Alex should've really taken Daigoro as a pet when that happened. Still, the Warrior of Light holds out the picnic basket for Gilgamesh to take, a series of sandwiches of different meats and cheeses. "I made sandwhiches for you. You said bring snacks, so I figured you were starving yourself as some kind of warrior's code." Yeah, that sounded like Gilgamesh, alright. He does look around however, noticing no sign of the green chicken. "... Did you eat Enkidu already?" That chicken just had the worst luck, didn't it? Still, it was better than the ogre summoning a godsdamned Primal based on "I really miss my buddy" alone. Well, that and crystals. Primals were when Alexander had to actually take things seriously.
He looks around again. "And I can see Hildibrand isn't--wait, hold on," And that's when it clicked as he narrowed his eyes at Gilgamesh. "Did you call me Butz?" Really? Calling him something so demeaning! What had gotten into him! Normally Alexander would just write it off as amnesia, but Gilgamesh obviously remembered him, or Alex wouldn't have gotten that letter! He's still holding out the picnic basket, but he's also tapping his foot, as if waiting for an explanation. The world may not roll Gilgamesh right now, but Alex was sure about to! Okay, maybe just maybe. This was just more classic Gilgamesh, he figured.
He held the letter in his hand, and just from the flower prose he immediately knew who it was. So Gilgamesh had found his way here, looking specifically for him, and was looking for another fight? Well, that told Alex a couple things; the first being that time actually passed on the Source while he was here, which meant that he needed to start looking for some way to get back home and keep everyone from dying. With Zenos back in the game, it was up to him to keep the Scions from getting beefed. Again. He really hoped that there could be some stalling for time. Maybe Zenos would get pissy with the Ascians getting in the way and take them out. Or maybe he'd come here looking for his prey. Small wave of guilt at that; last thing he wanted was Zenos to show up and terrorize everyone here. But still, Alex looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but groan a little.
That didn't mean Alex didn't like Gilgamesh, not at all. Quite the opposite. He truly had nothing... permanent, against the guy. Repeated sword theft, groveling, and overall lack of timing notwithstanding, by all accounts, he had observed Gilgamesh to ultimately be a genuinely good person guy down. Like the kind of flunky who works for the evil overlord, but just doesn't have it in him to be the evil overlord himself. He'd never gotten a chance to really sit down and hash things out with the guy aside from whenever they fought, as usually they had the ill luck to be wrapped up in whatever shenanigans Hildibrand had gotten into--Oh. Did that mean Hildibrand was here too? Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if the Agent of Inquiry had somehow found his way to Zephon. He also had complete faith that Hildibrand, clueless as he was, would somehow manage in this world if he did. They were good people, and Alexander genuinely liked them. They were just...
Morons.
Well meaning, but ultimately, morons. Gilgamesh was well meaning but ultimately the world was gonna roll him. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, you know. That didn't mean he thought Gilgamesh was incompetent, either. When they first met, it took Alex and seven of his friends combining their might just to bring the giant grey ogre down, and at one point, the guy was aiming to fight a Primal and steal his massive sword and in truth, Alex wouldn't have bet against him. But Gilgamesh, or Greg, if going by Hildibrand, could be stubborn, and it didn't take him long to figure out why the ogre was asking for snacks. So, he packed some sandwiches for the guy, some beef jerky too, but Alex was just going to keep that for himself. Too good to share, you see.
So he tracked him down, and Ragnabawk made that all the easier by simply flying the Warrior of Light & Darkness there. Considering how much Gilgamesh stood out, he was able to spot him from up above rather easily. "That's Gilgamesh, all right. Oh, Twelve, here we go." But he found himself smiling. As exasperating as Gilgamesh could be, Alex did ultimately like the kabuki themed warrior. There was a soft kweh from Ragnabawk, and Alexander shook his head. "Maybe. Depends if Enkidu's there." Well, okay, maybe a chicken against a chocobo might be a bit unfair, but two-on-two was two-on-two, right?
Pulling a leg from Ragnabawk's side, Alexander found himself free falling through the air. Just do exactly as he did with Byakko, he reminded himself, as he dive-bombed towards Gilgamesh. At least until he neared the ground. He concentrated his thoughts as he conjured a burst of wind aether, using it to slow his descent as he descended ever so gently, before landing a ways away from Gilgamesh, picnic basket dangling from his left hand. "All right, Greg." In truth, while he knew it wasn't the warrior's name, Greg was just so much easier to say. "You wanted to see me?" He shook his head slightly and waved his right arm.
From the way Gilgamesh was laying, he looked like he was about to drop dead. Had he really foregone eating for so long?
