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Okay, so maybe he was playing a little dirty with this whole adventure thing. Namely, he'd read the ad before, but he was admittedly curious about what the big treasure was for himself. So, rather than go and offer some help, he decided to try and look for another way and in, well, boy oh boy did he find it. It's just... "Why are there so many golems?!" He roared to no one in particular as he had to fight his way through. While he didn't have to deal with all the traps the others did, thankfully, he wound up having to deal with the rock monsters roaming the place. Eventually he found his way to the goodies, got himself some more stuff, which he would almost certainly blow on getting more of his old clothes back, food for Ragnabawk, and other things he didn't really need.
But he wasn't stupid. Whatever ruckus he was causing wasn't going to go unnoticed. Nor did it seem that any others would either, if the sounds he was hearing off in the distance was anything to go by. So he figured the best bet then might be to rendevous with the others, assuming they weren't really pissed off sentinels, and then get out. He'd gotten what he came for, for the most part, and the thrill of adventure was its own reward, so he started to make his way to what he hoped were other people. Thankfully, as the door moved away, and Alex prepared himself--Silversnake in one hand, a fire to illuminate himself conjured in the other, and his Star Globe floating by his shoulder, he was a bit relieved to find other people, even if he didn't let his guard down. He did have a bag of goodies slung over his shoulder, after all.
He raised up his free hand, flame moving to the tips of his fingers. "Yo." He remarked, as the bag jingled with riches. "I'd leave if I were you." It was honest advice as he pointed his thumb back behind him. "Whatever you two have done has well and truly kicked the hornet's nest." And it was in no way Alex's fault for smashing and bashing his way to the prize. Nope. Not at all. It all rested with Caius--Wait back up now. Two? Where were the others--Oh, hell. Come on now! It was just one guy! "So this place is starting to wake up." And Alex didn't seem a threat, and really, he seemed entirely at ease here. Then again, he was used to this life, so this was just something he wound up rolling with.
What did it take to take down Zenryu?! Well, it took--Actually, no, best not to even bring that up, too much heartache, you see. However, that had no meaning, as it wasn't even spoken aloud, so it's not like Alexander could have commented on it. "Assuming they all survive, yes." He remarked. The Resonant as it was when he was around, was bloody awful and could be devastating when it worked out. However, if Grynewaht had been any indication; for the most part, anyone who found themselves Hypertuned tended to fall apart rather quickly. "For the most part, the majority of those who went into it were stronger, but were little more than mindless beasts." Which meant that brawn, which never worked against Garlemald anyway, was out of the question. Again, that didn't really change that much, as it's not like they had an answer for all the Magitek.
And now he was really starting to regret informing Keimusho of that idea, especially with the Echo. You couldn't really tell from the way he looked at the shinobi though. Then again, it wasn't his world, it wasn't his time. The rules changed, and he had no real means or even right to interfere. "It's a dangerous game." It was a simple warning. Even considered a most dire extreme, it rarely worked out. It risked exposing that sort of thing to the Garlean empire and very rarely could the person taking on a Primal handle that kind of strain. In truth, while he didn't find Keimusho weak at all, he figured that chances were if he truly channeled the energy through himself, Alex would have to put him down. The last thing he needed was for someone to pull another Ilberd and do something batshit insane. But enough of that! Keimusho had brought up another fear that had weighed on his mind, had to deal with that first! "I hope not. I really hope not." He didn't want to be pulled away and return, only to find his world in ashes.
Again.
Finally, they made it to the top, and there it was, the tomb of the Dragoon. Alexander looked at the guards, wondering what exactly it was they were going to do next. Such reverence for a Warrior of Light, and at times he wondered if he'd ever receive something like that when he died. If Ramza and Tenzen were anything to go by, then no. That didn't bother him though; he'd signed up for that when he'd taken up the adventuring life in Ul'dah those years ago. But he was curious, and he wanted to try, as he closed his eyes, and wondered if he could reach out to the Warrior within.
Stop what? Alexander can only look at her with a blank expression as he's being accused of... what the hell is he even being accused of? He can only look at the old woman behind Aerith with a look of utter confusion. He motions towards the flower girl while doing so, as if silently asking the question 'Are you seeing this?' And make her stop? Why the hell would anyone want to bother a flower girl? Well, no, that made sense. Botanists often supplied the Gods' Quiver and the Wood Wailers with materials for their weapons, allowing them to wage war as needed. Okay, no, now it made sense. Perhaps this woman was being targeted for her contribution to a war effort, especially now that she was trying to pass such knowledge around to other people? Definitely couldn't have that if that was the case. So that made a bit more sense as his golden eyes trailed back to her, but he still gave her a deadpan look.
Wait, it wasn't that? It was the tools he'd brought with him? Now that just threw him off, what was all this about--she was describing farming! Growing some flowers and crops in your soil at your house! He'd really made quite a killing growing Thavnairian Onions at his--OH FUCK his house was going to get demolished! Here in Zephon there was no way he could actually stay in his house and the wards were very adamant about keeping plots open for other adventurers! All that gil he put into that house was going to go up in smoke and it made him want to die inside as he had to fight the urge to cry at this revelation.
Right, first things first; deal with the angry flower girl in front of him. Well, not so much that so much as stoke the fire. He focused back entirely on her, and realized he was probably about to be thrown out of the class. Well, fuck it, this was one of those things where arguing wasn't going to get him anywhere. Naturally that just left him one option; push her buttons. And he had just the method, that one way that never failed. The one trick that everyone hated him pulling out. The second Sorel family technique (what was the first? Find out!) Alex just cleared his throat as he opened his mouth. "No need to be so prickly." Yep, we were really doing this. "You really shouldn't be so grim, you know." If she wanted a fight, she definitely got it. "After all, you reap what you sow."
He gave her a shrug. "But I must say I'm rather dumb-founded by the idea of not using an axe or a scythe." This was going to be an all night affair, you see, and she had started it. "It's rather plain to see that we have different definitions of botany." Should he bother putting... yeah, at least do that, what he was about to subject her to was going to be torturous enough as it was. He strapped the axe and scythe to his back, "And all I will say regarding compensation is that I'm a grower. If my stem's your first thought, though, you must be rather thorny." And gave her a pair of fingerguns and a grin. She wanted a fight, well she had one.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 8, 2020 20:37:57 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Really? There was bad things going on and it wasn't safe and this guy was still going to go and romp about with... what the hell did he even want? What was so goddamn important that he had to walk into what was turning into a warzone-slash-disaster area in order to get it done? For all this it better be like, grandma needs her medicine, or my paramour's going into labor, or something so dire that he absolutely could not wait. If it was something like that, then sure, that was one thing. But somehow, just somehow, he had a feeling it was not any of this, and he was just really hoping it wasn't something too terrible. That being said, Alex kept an eye on the shitstorm in the distance, getting ready to intervene with what little he had if he had to. ... He was really kicking himself for not finishing up with Master Hamon Holyfist. Maybe he could find a Monk that could show him some moves.
And then, they made it to where they were going. A... bookstore? Well, it better have something important in there. Like an original manuscript of a holy scripture or something. Which was why he could only watch as the guy used a brick. Well, damn, Noodly-Arms, Alex wasn't sure you had it in you, considering the punch earlier didn't seem to do much. "Why the brick? With all the gel you use, your hair's probably hard enough to cut glass. Less noise." Glass cutting, with your hair. Yeah, he was a bit salty over everything going on, and he was reaching the point that he didn't care all that much about the money anymore. Oh he'd still take it, there was no doubting that, but he wasn't sure how leaving money at the counter didn't absolve the guy of petty crime.
Well, if he's stuck in here, might as well look around. In particular he glanced at the History section as he followed the gaudy man inside. ... Well, with everything going on... maybe they wouldn't notice a book, or two, or three. His attention was snapped away though by the noble, who was examining two books. Alex moved to join the man, when he actually got a good look. "Are you--You gotta be fucking kidding me," That's what this was all about?! "All this shit for a children's book?! You stupid--" Motherfucker! This was the most--No, no, it wasn't the most ridiculous thing he'd seen. The chores for the Moogles came back to him. Breathe, breathe. Hildibrand did weirder shit. Just. Calm. There was a loud, very loud exhale from Alexander as he closed his eyes for a moment.
Alexander opened his eyes again, the fury replaced with a cold gaze. Right. Calm. He could be calm. 'His long hair would make for an easy target. Just grab that and go to town.' And Alexander breathed again. Not. Now. Fray. Instead, Alex just looked at the books in front of him, holding back the twitching of his eye. "Kids like adventure and heroism, right?" He tried to offer, keeping his voice as... well, he couldn't quite keep it friendly, but damn if he didn't at least try to make it work somehow. "Moogle's Big Adventure would be a better choice, right?" After all, surely this was a child the man was buying it for, surely, right?
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 8, 2020 16:44:04 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
There was a soft kweh in affirmation from Ragnabawk as it cooed into the petting. Yes, the way to Ragnabawk's heart was petting and food. Expensive food, too. Really, looking at it, Ragnabawk probably cost more than anything he actually put into for his own needs. Sure his clothes could be expensive, but well, there was the barding, the coat, those Thavnarian Onions that Ragnabawk really, really loved. What a greedy bird, now that he thought about it. But he couldn't say anything; Ragnabawk had been with him since the beginning, and if nothing else, all the training and experience made him a mighty battlebird. It's just... in hindsight, Alex really should have given him a more glamorous name than Ragnabawk, which had originally been a spur of the moment thing when pushed to pick a name.
It was better than Kweh at least.
But at least it wasn't just him that was having trouble, and for that, he was a little thankful, as horrible as it was to feel that. "It's something in this world. Scrambling everyone's memories. Why it hasn't affected me, I have no idea." He'd met more than one person who should recognize him, but... Aymeric would feel some pressure, from Ragnabawk, specifically, as he nuzzled his head into Aymeric's hand and pushed a little, as if trying to remind the Lord Commander that he was still there and very much wanted more headpats. "Oh, come on, don't be greedy." Okay, so maybe he'd been spoiling the bird since he got here, but that didn't give Ragnabawk the excuse to do it to other people!
Impressive? Right, demonic looking boar, he had to take a moment to remember that. "Just a boar." He remarked with a bit of a shrug. "In all honesty it was kind of boaring." Though that got him to point his index fingers at the tall, pretty Elezen in a grin. Ahem, he was never allowed to be the one to give speeches for this exact reason. Puns were a special kind of hell for people that were having to listen. This was why things were better left to Aymeric, because if it were Alex, peace probably would've never been achieved. Really, he could dragon with the dragon puns all day if he had to. Right, he needed to stop right now before he drove off the only person that seemed to really remember him so far.
He pulled back a bit, scratching at his cheek. "To answer honestly, it's a Venture. The person wanted boar meat, and there'd been one that had been hassling travelers. So I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone." Granted, the guy probably wanted a regular boar instead of this thing. Alexander looked at it strapped over Ragnabawk, right, either this would go smoothly, or he'd have to do some convincing, as he began to rub his chin in thought.
When Caius appeared, Alex couldn't help but deadpan a little. Why is almost everyone in this world taller than me? Asked the six-foot man to himself? Granted, he wasn't exactly short, but there were so many people here who had an inch or two over him, it wasn't fair! But, Noctis's story hit Alex pretty close to home. Right, he could understand that, having experienced something like it--well, not him exactly, but still. It also presented the issue in that he really had no idea what to possibly say to something like that, as he'd never had anyone else encounter it specifically, so, he paused for a moment, and came up with the best response he could possibly muster. "That's rough, buddy." Really, what the hell did you say to something like 'oh I died but then I came back so it's all good now'? There was just no real winning move in a situation like that!
Then he got a crash course on the powers of the king, and suddenly things started to come back to him. "Wait, you told me once about sharing power or something." He remarked, and yeah, was that the... "Is that the zoomy-sword-stab thing you use to blink around? That was really fun to use." Well, okay, he didn't remember the term Warp Strike, but he'd gotten to use it when they were dealing with Garuda; kept him from literally dying part way into the fight. But... huh, he looked at Noctis. "So does that make me a member of this... Kingsglaive, was it?" If anyone who used the zoomy-sword-stab thing was a member of the Kingsglaive, then technically that made him one? Maybe? He'd have to look into it later, he figured.
And then the two, this Caius, which Alexander took a moment to wave to with a quick hello. Really, he was just an adventurer here so it's not like he actually warranted a full introduction. But a plague by an Ardyn. "Sounds like you're rather Ardyn-t about stopping this guy." And he laughed at his own joke like an ass. Oh, jeez, right. Maybe there were some things that Noctis was probably better off not remembering to begin with. "That being said, who's Ardyn? Anyway, count me in." Because in all seriousness, if there was some asshole being a world ending threat, then that needed to be taken care of, like pronto. Or perhaps Prompto. Oh man, he was just killing it today.
Oh. Right. He'd forgotten about that. He really didn't know why he did, considering he remembered Fordola full well, and the problems she wound up causing. It was easy to forget that Zenos was one too considering how stupidly powerful he was. "Ah, right, that." He remarked as it began to come back to him. It bothered him that he forgot something as fundamental as that. "So, the Garleans are working on something called the Resonant Project as a means of giving as many of their kind the Echo as possible." Keimusho and his world would need to know about this, going forward. "Zenos took part in it. Add that to his already ridiculous power," Which really was ridiculous. With some revelations concerning his lineage, it made more sense, but still. "And you have a Garlean that can hijack Primals."
Of course, it got worse, well, mostly. If it wasn't bad enough that they could all get the same kind of power that Keimusho had experienced, well, then there was one thing he'd surmised. "From what I understand, it could potentially allow them to use magic, as well." Granted, that had been mostly because of Elidibus being Elidibus, but considering that things really only went like they did because of the Resonant Project, it wouldn't be unheard of to assume that it would give them the ability to use magic as well. Which, well, that would probably be really bad. Their magitek as it was really more evened the playing field than anything; give them regular ass magic on top of that, and then things would get really messy.
Which, speaking of, should he tell Keimusho about Black Rose? That shit just made everything worse. Then again, it really only came into play when everything had gone to hell for them. So as things were right now, well, it wouldn't break out, and Gaius would do his thing, right? Oh, right, there was the original question as well as he perked up. "I'm not sure, really, I've never tried it. I imagine it's the same as every Primal summoning; you just want it really hard and use a boatload of aether." Yeah, that was the trick to it alright, thinking and aether. Not that it mattered; if he was dead then there weren't really any people stopping the Primals right now. Jeez, now that he thought about it, everything really would go to hell right now if he died. Where the hell were the others?
No, he was well out of the castle when it finally came down. Granted, he had a certain Roegadyn to thank for that one. "I did not. That would be Gosetsu. He insisted and I had to effectively physically drag Hien out of that castle." That was a bit tough for him to accomplish. Hien wasn't all that quick to let him go, and Alexander had to effectively coax him. As one of Hien's Samurai, Gosetsu genuinely could not have asked for a better death, if there was ever a way the old man wanted to go, that would have been it, right there. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, if you were to ask Gosetsu himself. "Gosetsu survived, though." And well, that was a drama in itself that chances are didn't unfold in that timeline, if he was being told the truth.
He nodded slightly, so things, for the most part, seemed to go the same way it did with him. Just likely a bit more somber amongst his closer friends. He frowned at that, wondering how the twins in particular took that development. He couldn't imagine that Alphinaud had taken it well, and Alisaie, well... even he wasn't completely blind to the way Alisaie seemed to act when he was around. "Same as you; I didn't get a chance to celebrate. It was back to Eorzea to get the Resistance back up and running." Plus getting to actually spar with Lyse was fun. Though why she showed that dress to him first, well, he found that a bit strange. He wouldn't lie though, it really did look good on her at least, so there was that.
But Keimusho asked him a valid question. He wasn't sure how to answer it at first. Really, simple truth was, Keimusho had probably just gotten lucky and barely avoided his imminent demise. "It went about the same, we attacked Castrum Abania before invading the royal palace itself, I confronted Zenos. He merged with this Primal your people called Shinryu." From what little he'd been able to learn of the Doman language from Hien and Yugiri, the name effectively translated to "true dragon." What a peculiar name. Still, languages fascinated him, and while the Echo provided him with the ability to innately translate any tongue, actually looking into the language itself was fascinating. "I killed the Primal, and Zenos, cornered, slit his own throat." Of course, he left out the part that it didn't stick and Zenos came back anyway. But he had a feeling Keimusho was going to be feeling bad enough, why make it worse?
Part of his tale stuck out to him. "That sounds like the Echo, alright. Different visions of different times. You get to peek inside their heads, see what they hide, renders you immune to being tempered by Primals too." It was a handy ability to have. "It manifests in different ways. For some, you can understand any language, others, you can discern someone's true intent, and for some even still, channel the power of a Primal through yourself. For me, it's a multiple sided ability." He holds out his hand, ticking up a finger for each he listed, "Translation, Future Sight, Mental Clairvoyance, Retroactive Time Travel, and so on." Yeah, he'd hit the jackpot, Minfilia once told him. He just wished he didn't get hit with those visions on the fly. "Welcome to the club." He didn't even know what he could teach the guy.
Him. Yeah, that always sounded about right. It was always some measure of reverence for him that always placed him above everyone else. It was never just Alexander Sorel, or Alexander, or even just Alex. It was always the Warrior of Light, the Hero of Eorzea, not even Adventurer. Alex sighed a little and nodded. He knew that Keimusho meant to be polite and formal, but it always bothered him to an extent that whenever people knew he was the Warrior of Light, things always changed. He ran a hand through his hair, averting his gaze to the floor as he gave the shinobi a nod of confirmation. "... Yeah, that'd be me." There was no one else who fit the bill, was there? He couldn't find his other companions, not the Scions, the adventurers he once worked with.
He followed the guards along as they continued on their merry way, oh they'd noticed, things were going to change with them, too. It was just rude to interrupt a conversation. He wondered where they were, at times. He missed them, the ones who had been with him since the beginning. They, like so many others, had come and gone. Sometimes, he wondered if Myste was right. Death and agony followed in his wake, woe be to those who fought against him, for death was their reward. Woe be to those who fought with him, for death was their reward. Was that not how it worked, Myste? Another sigh, as he fiddled a finger and a thumb together. "It's always Him, or the Hero, or--Wait, I did what?"
He was dead?
What? That made no sense. Alexander held up a hand, or more a single finger. "Now, hold on there, Master Onishi. I feel like there's something important I'm missing here." How had he died? It made--Well, no, it made sense. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened, now had it? Once again, he'd seen it before, and simply knew how to handle it beforehand. He paused for a moment, as he bit his bottom lip and rendered himself calm. "What... what happened after I died?" How did the others take it? The twins? How did Lyse free Ala Mhigo without him? Was she alive? How'd she take it? If nothing else, he refused to acknowledge the possibility that Grynewaht killed him.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 1, 2020 18:42:06 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Yeah, it was definitely Noctis. This would be great, it'd be fun to catch up with him! How long had it been? Hm, by Alex's guess, he'd last seen the guy shortly after Gaius bit the dust. Alas, what little hope he may have allowed himself was quickly crushed when the prince sat down... and told him point blank that he didn't remember anything. Alex sighed. "More than once." Really he should be expecting it at this point. Whatever Zephon did to people, it royally screwed them up. How he'd managed to escape it was beyond him, but it really made it painful when he encountered people he knew, and they didn't remember him.
Of course, he was used to that. Even back home, he was used to the comings and goings of others. He was used to everyone he knew and loved eventually dying or vanishing or even just forgetting him. There were times where Myste had a point, as loathe as he was to admit it. But, he would just do what he always did, and he put on a smile. "Certainly." Best to start from square one, catch him up. After all, the man had asked for it, had he not? "It all began when you crashed into my world. Possibly literally. You had this thing called a "car" that broke down." In Thanalan, in a desert. "I'll never forget how you had me push it by myself for several miles in the middle of a sandstorm. Good times." He smiles as he reaches for the wine. It's a sweet, friendly smile. He's in no way salty about that, no sir, not at all. Nope. No bitterness there.
He pops the cork, pouring himself a small cup; it has a nice, sweet aroma to it, he realizes, before he hands Noctis the bottle. Uh... now that he thought about it, this was a small guy, was he even old enough to drink? "That was where you met a man known as Cid, who offered to repair your car, this "Regalia." He did. He also reverse engineered it." That part may or may not have been left in for some strange, unrelated reason, surely. "From there, we began to look for a way to get you home, because you really wanted to get back to your fiancée." A single sip. Then another.
"We took out a bunch of guys that followed you here to kill you, and camped for the night. The next day, you insisted on fishing, so we did." Once again, no hint of bitterness there whatsoever. Though, if he was being honest, he actually did enjoy the fishing, that genuinely was great. In truth, he actually had a really good time with Noctis, he was just ribbing the guy. Mostly. Granted, he meant no genuine malice. "Finally, after your Garuda showed up and "tested" us, you were allowed to go home, telling me you'd be back to pick me up so I could meet the rest of your friends." Once again, no salt. No, he was totally okay with being left behind and left to go on many, many, many more adventures.
Without even so much as a letter.
He nods, taking another drink as he leans back. "Before you left, I actually got to see your fiancée for the briefest of moments. You're quite lucky." He gave Noctis a thumbs up. He had to give him credit where it was due, that girl he'd manage to hook up with was really someone that could make the room spin just by walking in. "How's she doing, by the way?" He asked an innocent question.
