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As Alex looked at Caius as the Glaive stepped into the baths, Alex couldn't help but notice the scar around Caius's neck. "Huh." Of course, from the faint flow and the shape, it wasn't that hard to figure out what happened. "Looks like someone had a bad run in with Ifrit." He said in a sing song tone. Of course he did. Alex would recognize Ifrit's magic anywhere. How many times had he thrown down with that infernal monster? Too many. But Caius was quick to get to the point, and that caused Alex to go quiet for a moment. Static played in his brain as he ultimately curved his lips towards a frown. "Wha?" The confusion in his voice was palpable, before he finally spoke up. "This Claire's an idiot. You're not the homewrecker. The blonde homewrecker is the one that fought Sephiroth and wrecked my home." Of course, he had employed Sephiroth now, so as far as he was concerned, at least one of the two parties in that incident was in the clear.
But the homewrecker, ooooh... "What kind of moron hears 'homewrecker' and thinks 'love triangle?'" He exhaled through his nose. He crossed his arms as he continued his merry soak, waving his hand dismissively regarding how he even knew about Cassandra. "Anyway, I found out because of the dog. Argos is... one of a kind. You've seen him. Gold, glowing, fuffy. You've also never seen another like him, so when I hear a description matching him, it narrows it down well enough. He's the creation of a literal goddess, you see, and it shows." It also revealed that Hydaelyn had a preference for a certain hairstyle that got passed on to Minfilia. That was... unnerving. He paused for a moment before adding. "Plus, Cassie's always been a bombshell; the literal embodiment of 'so beautiful it's a curse', she tends to make waves wherever she goes and it eventually spreads. Celes probably hates her. And if you thought Prompto got weird around Tifa, you haven't seen anything yet." It was just, Alex had absolutely no attraction to the woman. It would be like trying to date a sister for him.
Alex let out a frustrated sigh. "Still, that sounds about par for the course with her. I teach her everything, she pretends I don't exist the moment it becomes convenient to do so." Okay, sure, Cassandra had more raw firepower than him, but he taught her what he knew! And even then, he had control and precision that she could only dream of! "Fine, you want my side? I met her when she was just starting out as an adventurer. I took her under my wing and taught her, and as a result, she got dragged along on a lot of my work. All the world saving and god slaying? She's been around for like, ninety percent of it." And how did she thank him? By running off the moment it got inconvenient for him and taking the dog with her! "Joke's on her, though. If that scar of yours is any indication, she just jumped from one frying pan to another." There was some satisfaction in that, at least.
Executives? What in the world did that even mean. Maybe Shinra had something akin to Uldah's Syndicate, he wasn't entirely sure. The flow of his hand faded, this was good enough, he could sleep off the rest. He wasn't dead and that was what mattered, right? But, still, what the hell was Shinra even doing then? They just sounded like a confusing mess. "At least Garlemald had the foresight to call their project something that wouldn't confuse everyone else." At least when you heard something foreboding like the Resonant Project, you knew you were dealing with some kind of, classified, clandestine nonsense that would have the public in a riot if it got out. Except with Garlemald, because as long as the horrible experiments were being done on savages, then no one cared. He wouldn't deny that there was some satisfaction in watching Garlemald collapse overnight once Varis was out of the picture, but he'd never say it out loud.
But Alex took a moment to scratch at his temple, trying to remember the details. He did the best he could, but not having the actual job in his hand made it a bit difficult to come up with the rest. He was good at remembering faces, remembering names, but small things like that could slip his notice at times. He snapped his fingers after a moment as it seemed to come back to him. "They're causing problems for local hunters. And they're a fire hazard. I guess the Headstone Forest burning down would be bad or something." Of that, he wasn't so sure, if it really was as bad as he'd heard before. "Anyway, it's outside the Headstone Forest. So, you know. It's haunted. I think. Wooded, that sort of thing." He wasn't entirely sold on the entire place being haunted, but what did he know? In all his time here, he'd really never had a reason to actually go there.
He took a moment to examine his clothes, frowing at the fact that, yeah, there was absolutely no salvaging any of this. He gave a defeated sigh. He really should have taken the few minutes it would have taken to get his armor on. This was one of his best outfits for when Fall came around, too. The red working well with the sweater to give that warming aesthetic.
Alex tried to come up with more info, explaining it as clearly and concisely as he could. "Red is the most dangerous type of chocobo." He continued onward with a sagely nod. Clearly this was a matter most dire, and Sephiroth would be a fool to assume it was anything but true. Clearly. "You're aware of Behemoths, yes? Particularly their ability to summon meteors to kill everything in the immediate vicinity upon their sudden demise? That is something Red Chocobos can do. They fire them off much faster. They can level the whole area if you don't take care of them fast enough. So just think of it as dealing with an entire brood of Behemoths. All at the same time. And they don't need to die before they can summon those meteors." Surely that made sense, right? But that did pose the danger. "Which is your issue. If you can't dispatch them fast enough, they'll swarm you with meteors, level and burn the forest, and well, if it really is haunted, I'm not sure where the now displaced poltergeists would go."
No lifestream, meant no passing on, right? "Is this all making sense?" He didn't really feel the need to emphasize that this was not a prank, surely everyone knew the actual dangers that red chocobos presented.
Alex meanwhile, had no such trouble letting himself sink in, giving out a sigh of satisfaction as he was effectively being boiled alive, if Caius's feelings were anything to go by. Maybe Alex just had a higher heat tolerance or something. Probably had something to do with coming from the tropical paradise that was Tural. "They're meant to relax your worries away." And boy, did he have worries. Especially regarding a certain young man that he had lost his cool on. That was... yeah, that was something best left dealt with later. He had a random stroke of good fortune. Well, mostly piggybacking off of Caius's luck, at least. He'd keep that in mind, put Caius's luck to better use. "Also I'm just gonna need seven random numbers from you. No reason." Really, if Caius's luck was that good... maybe it could get him out of a serious jam or two.
Of course, that couldn't happen. Noooo, Caius had to make things take a turn for the weird. As he started to speak, Alex felt himself... well, he could feel himself getting physically ill. He stopped moving, as even the relaxing heat of the bath no longer fazed him. Eyes stared dead ahead, through Caius, as if looking at nothing in particular. When Caius had finished, Alex said nothing. For a moment. Then another moment passed. And then another, and one more for good measure. Finally, Alex managed to open his mouth, his eyes beginning to come back into focus as they focused on Dragelion. "You think Cassie and I...?" He shuddered. "Not if she was the last woman on the planet." He remarked. No. No. Absolutely not. He saw Cassie way too much as a sister, and while some people may have been into that, he was not one of them.
He tried to push the unpleasant image from his mind, leaning his head back. "But, no. She hasn't said a word to me since she left. Finding out she joined the Dragonblades was how I discovered she was even alive." In truth, he figured she was just off taking care of something, and she tended to do that without saying anything. But she was gone far too long, and that was how he started to worry that something had been up. But no, it was only later when he'd put it together that he'd figured out what she had done, without even telling him or giving him a hint. It caused his blood to boil, which of course, boiled over to Caius as he leaned forward, pointing an accusative finger. "Which! You! Does that circus of yours not have a screening process?! How did that not come up?! Really, that seemed like an obvious one. Surely.
Another groan as he felt the sharp pain fade into a dull ache. Before long it'd stop hurting, but he still wasn't going to be doing anything anytime soon. Alex looked up, waving his hand at the hi-potion with a shake of his head. "I'm good, but thank you." At least Sephiroth had the courtesty of offering, unlike some people. But the magic stopped for a moment as Sephiroth explained the reality of SOLDIER, and it took Alex a few moments to process that information with a blank stare. To his credit, he did blink a few times, so he wasn't dead, obviously. "SOLDIER." He repeated. "They called your supersoldier program SOLDIER. He looked up at the man in black, furrowing his brow. "Anyone ever tell Shinra that they're awful with names?" The magic started again, and before long, he was able to start rising back to his feet. "And what the hell is Mako."
He was almost envious that it still worked. SOLDIER was giving him more Project Resonant vibes than anything now. He'd be livid if someone from that came along and it turned out the Resonant still worked while his Echo didn't. Especially if that someone was Zenos. The last thing he needed was that guy coming back now and hijacking another dragon god or something. Especially since Alex knew the man would come for him. He looked again at Sephiroth, maybe he would get Sephiroth to deal with it. Maybe the guy would like an even fight. Maybe it'd be enough to make Zenos leave him alone and focus on a new playmate. He let out a sigh, dismissing it almost immediately. As tempting as that was, Zenos was ultimately his problem to deal with, and it wasn't fair to toss him at someone else. If his first words to Prompto in such a scenario would be to run for his life, then he should do it with the others, too.
That was a new one, really. But it explained a lot. Sephiroth was not some grunt turned general. He was the elite of the elite. Of the elite. Shaking his head as he continued his healing, he carried on to the next subject. "Anyway, yeah." A job. Right. Sephiroth really earned his keep there. "Seeing as you did so well, I can give you the most dangerous job I got." Looking to the side, he coughed. "I was gonna do it myself, but." He gestured vaguely to himself. That wasn't gonna happen. "Anyway, there's a flock of Chocobos causing grief outside the Headstone forest." But, his gaze managed to focus for a moment as he sharply stared at the SOLDIER. "But you aren't dealing with your average Chocobos, Sephiroth." It was a stern warning.
His gaze narrowed. "They're red." Very dangerous, indeed.
As Sephiroth launched himself into the sky, Alex's grinned vanished. That, that wasn't supposed to happen. 'That usually works.' There were only a handful of foes he'd met in his lifetime that had been able to take that attack head on and stay in shape. Usually it, at the very least, poisoned them or something. But Sephiroth just shrugged it off. It took him a moment to remember that Sephiroth was apparently a world ending threat--back home, and that might have had something to do with it. Nevermind the surprises he'd already been given, especially upon giving another. '... And why does he only have one wing?' Did the other one get ripped off or something? Furthermore, how was he able to hide it so well? This wandering thought, of course, would cost him. Perhaps if more was a stake, or if his pride hadn't simply gotten the better of him, he'd have been paying more attention.
But Sephiroth's attack was dead on, each one finding their mark in a horrifying, yet masterfully graceful manner. Slashed and stabbed and cut, it had only taken a second, such was its precision, before Alex found himself on his back, vision fading in and out of white. At first, he had only felt the impact, the clean slices of that sword, and the blunt feeling of being pierced. Blood began to flow freely, staining his clothes and seeping into the ground beneath him. It was only moments later that the pain truly began to seep in. As he laid on his back, bleeding out from multiple wounds, he could only think one thing; 'He hits as hard as Zenos.' It began to sink in; this man was a match for Zenos. He'd have never slacked off with Zenos. He'd have gone into it one hundred percent. He cursed himself for not taking it seriously from the start, realizing that he probably should have taken the time to get his damn armor.
Or at least used Loom to let it pass through an incorporeal form. Maybe if he'd actually paid attention instead of taking it for granted. Idiot.
Hear. Feel. Think. A mantra that repeatedly ran through his mind, allowing him to break through the static that drowned out all else. He breathed, and drew upon that wellspring that flowed deep within. That same wellspring that, more than once, allowed him to withstand what should have killed another man. And there he found the strength to stand. Rising from his back in a surprisingly fluid motion, leaving blood behind him with every movement. Despite the severity of his wounds, his amber eyes held no glaze, only clarity and a clear determination to fight to the bitter end, and he stood as if he'd only been scratched. And then he remembered that this was only supposed to be a job interview. And with that, all at once, everything came crashing into him, and he hunched over, nearly collapsing to his knees, obviously struggling to hold it together. A few repeating sounds of effort before he finally managed to croak out. "Good enough. You win." He felt a bit galled at having to admit he'd actually lost, but he tried to take some comfort. Maybe the fact that he wasn't dead was, in and of itself, at least something impressive. Right?
A soft glow emanated from one of his hands as he began to try and knit the wounds shut. He was in too bad of shape for White Wind to make any difference. Most he could manage was Vercure, and keep that going for a while. But he was sure he'd live. Probably. He'd been through worse. Definitely. Plus it seemed like Sephiroth managed to avoid anything vital. Whether that was a testament to his skill or Alex's sheer dumb luck, he couldn't be too sure, nor would he really question it either. There was another groan from him. "You know, you really undersold yourself. I really should've seen it coming when you said you went from just a soldier to a general." He was going to be feeling this for a good while, even once he was patched up.
He was still going to kill Aerith for this later. Gods, his sweater was ruined. He could get blood stains out, but the cuts destroyed any hope of repair.
Fortunately, Alex was able to perk up some and be dragged out of his spiraling heel realization when Prompto actually got to the plan part of the, well, plan. Mostly. When Caius did tell him to shut up, Alex wordlessly flashed him two raised fingers without looking at him. He was pretty sure that one was cultural, so maybe it'd go over their heads. Maybe. But he was impressed with how much detail Prompto had gone into. From what he knew of the guy, not a child, by the by, he had figured Prompto would just flub and come up with some generic go get 'em plan and he'd do all the actual heavy lifting. This, well, he was still doing heavy stuff, but it was clear Prompto had gone through no small amount of effort. "Huh." He made a noise of acknowledgement. "Wish you were around for Lacus Litore. Would've lost a lot less people." That had been a generic go get 'em plan, and they had lost too many people for him to find any comfort in the victory. But victory in Bozja was only ever bittersweet.
His job was simple enough; break things. He could do that. He thought for a moment to the elaborate backstories he had concocted for Noctis and Prompto in his suitcase and realized it was all wasted effort. Yozora, exiled prince avenging the death of his wife and Rex Colt, bounty hunting killing machine, would never see the light of day. He had been pretty sure Prompto would've loved that last one. Maybe he'd give the two of them the papers once this was all said and done. That way it wouldn't have gone completely to waste. "I'd advise against killing so you're not being hunted afterwards, but that's already going to happen. All I can say is; do whatever you feel lets your conscience rest easy." As for him? He was there to break, not kill. If he had his way, the guards that were unlucky enough, or maybe lucky enough, honestly, would probably be walking away from all of this in one piece.
It also meant he'd be making an enemy of Sonora. Eh. He could just say he was Caius or something. Let him take the heat. If Caius wanted to be dumb about it, then let it be so. "Also, luring in a Behemoth is an awful idea. Those beauties summon meteors, and they're not picky on where they fling them. All of this goes up in smoke if Noctis and Prompto go squish because they got an unlucky celestial object dropped on them." There was a huff and a mumbling, with two notable words being "mercenaries" and "amateurs" before he took another drink of his whiskey. "Also, Behemoths are territorial apex predators. Unless you do something completely brainless like steal one of their pups, they'll abandon the chase as you're just not worth eating. Never mind that it's Winter and most of them are hunkering down in dens right now. Females especially, considering we're in birthing season. You're not getting one to the prison." Magnificent creatures. Truly. Getting to see one in action was always a treat. Alex blinked and looked at the others. He shrugged awkwardly with a cough. "They were common where I grew up. Hunting one was considered proof of a hero." The New World was... not the safest place to raise a child, really. But an expedition was an expedition.
But they talked of geting in. Slipping in via the trucks, but not getting caught when they searched. Alex nodded. Made sense. "As for sneaking into a place undetected... from my experience? There's simply no substitute for the humble box." The box was unassuming. The box kept you safe. If stealth was the goal, there would be no more a stalwart companion than the box. Sure, there were some who had laughed at him when he used it, but they tended to shut up. At least Thancred understood. He wouldn't comment on Prompto having a real gun, though. Part of him just wondered, in the back of his head, if Prompto would have actually shot him had he been able to pull that pistol out, of if he would have merely threatened Alex with it. Perhaps if Prompto had shot him, they would have been cool, now that he thought about it. Not like he hadn't been shot before.
Though it was more what Noctis said that caught his attention; he had a magic ring that could apparently work even when magic was blocked? His brows perked at the mention. He shrugged, taking a sip of the whiskey. Which he then followed up with a gulp. "Hey, Noct. Why not try using it in here? It's the same technology, right? Better to find out now than when you're being shot at." He suggested. What could possibly go wrong? Really, if he had something like that, he'd have been pretty happy about it. And the getaway driver was settled, at least. Mostly. He was sure he could have been the driver too, he was a fine one. Noctis could attest to that.
That... that could have gone better. Really, the whole thing could have gone better. It was a sobering, humiliating experience. He would look back on this a year from now, surely, and realize that it would have been for the best. Probably. One never knew for sure with Alex. Still, he supposed he should be grateful that's all it really led to. But a soak sounded good, if he could afford it. He'd heard about this place all the way back in Provo. It had to cost an arm and a leg, surely. He couldn't also claim a tab or something else, either, and he still had to pay off Tifa for the drink. Maybe. With how little she liked him he figured he might be able to skirt on that one and she wouldn't notice. Or at the very least, she wouldn't say anything. Just be happy to have him out of the area, instead. Truth be told, he had actually come here himself. Despite everything he hadn't really noticed the man not too far away from him as he decided to at least take a look around.
Needless to say, the sudden shouting caused him to whip around in the direction of the noise. Really, when the guy shouted about at the well dressed blond, Alex at first pointed at himself in a moment of confusion. That being said, it was quickly revealed that this man was in fact, talking to Caius. Because of course he would. Caius had all the luck. Always managed to say just the right thing that made everyone happy and confident. Fucker. And here he was, looking a gift horse in the mouth, obviously trying to get out of it. Made sense, Alex supposed. With how smoothly everything always went for the guy, a free soak in world famous hotsprings probably was small time to him. Fuck it, he might as well get something decent out of this otherwise awful night. Growling to himself, he put on his best smile as he was suddenly, somehow, right up by Caius, waving enthusiastically at the man as he put an arm around Caius's shoulder. "Yep. That's me. I'm the friend. Rex Colt, this here's Faylus Trachtoum. My friend." Because he would have the good name.
Caius could object all he wanted. Alex would make damn sure at least one thing went right tonight. Besides, he was pretty sure that once the guy actually got to soak in some hot springs, that he'd be happy he took the free offer. A good way to relax and unwind before the big break out, right? Best of luck to 'em, they were gonna need it. "C'mon, Faylus. Let's go." There was no use of crystals and smartphones that would get him to go away, not with this. At least he wasn't using their actual names, right? They could get a free run at the springs and then vanish into the night with the proprieters none the wiser.
Oh gods it all felt so awkward and suffocating and he didn't really know what to do and just... he had to admit that when he was finally able to look back at Prompto, notice the anger and the balled fists, that he actually felt himself relax a little. Prompto was enraged, and probably wanted to get violent. At the very least, violence was a language that Alex could understand. He opened his mouth, really just to politely, for him anyway, ask Prompto to simply not hit him in the nuts, but Noctis seemed to cut in before it could get that far. A table and a round of Whiskey for everyone. His lips thinned, and he said nothing, simply following over and taking his seat. The suffocation returned, and he simply waited for this plan to begin. Part of him just wanted the whole thing to be over and done with.
Not that it mattered. He saw the writing on the wall. He wondered if he'd be able to finish the whiskey before he had to go, at least. He hoped they'd do just fine without him, but his track record of Eosians in trouble tended to make him wonder.
Unfortunately, the behemoth in the room was brought up. As much as he would've preferred to try and talk this over later, it seemed that it was now. Here he was, thoughts unchecked, filter nowhere near as functional as he'd have liked, so he just... spoke. Trying his best to keep it in check lest it get even worse. "I know. And I'm sorry. For what that's worth at this point." He spoke with a sigh, leaning back. "I think the three of us are due for a long, uncomfortable conversation once we're done here. Because this can't continue." Something had to change. Either he and Prompto came to an uneasy truce, or they all agreed it was a bad fit and went their separate ways. Otherwise they were just going to keep exploding on each other again and again. Alex turned his head, at least facing Prompto this time. "Fortunately, it seems the people surrounding you are smart enough to ignore all the stupid shit I said about you."
Where were those Whiskeys? Hurry up, Tifa.
"Wait. A round of Whiskeys... That, that included Prompto, right? His attention snapped entirely onto Prompto as he just stared, mouth slightly ajar. He leaned a little forward in his chair as his eyes just bored holes into Prompto's face. Prompto could drink? Was he old enough? He had to be, Noctis wouldn't screw around with that, would he? His mouth opened more as he meant to say something as he continued to stare, but it closed for a moment, as if he thought of something better. And he had, to him anyway. Something more positive, less antagonistic. He could do this. Just once he could do this. "You know, Prompto..." He started. How best to word it? How could he do this without upsetting the kid--guy. No, Prompto was no child. He was just blessed with eternal fucking youth apparently.
That lucky, baby faced son of a bitch.
There was a brief pause as he looked away before nodding. "Has anyone ever told you that you'd look really cool with a beard? Because I think you would." Yeah, that'd work, right? "So would um, so would everyone else. Right, Noctis?" He punctuated, shooting a pleading look to Noctis for some back up here. The two of them were lovers, Noctis had said so. Surely Prompto would give what Noctis said some weight. At least with a beard, Prompto would look a little older. And that was when the realization hit Alex that he had taken his rage out on who he assumed was a child, and he could only slump in his chair. Gods, he really was the asshole, wasn't he?
Yep. It was her. To even answer him without looking in his direction just confirmed it for him. The only question was whether they had met. He nodded halfway. "Yeah, sort of." It was... far more complicated. But she didn't know him, obviously. He didn't expect her to. But explaining that they kinda briefly saw each other while her fiance had been stranded in his world on the way back would probably be a bit complicated, difficult to believe, and a bit much to take in. As a result, he just figured it was easier to roll with it. They could fill that in when they all got back together with Noctis and Prompto and all had a happy reunion, especially once Ignis and Gladio were out of prison. Well, assuming he wasn't just immediately forced to go away, that was also a proposition. He could already imagine how Prompto would react with Alex showing up with Lunafreya in tow. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be pretty in any way.
Of course, the older gentleman was quick to intercede, introducing himself as Lorenzo, and explaining her situation. Amnesia. That made it even worse. Right. The rest of the explanation didn't help either. Oh. There it was. His Mistress. And her sister. Lunafreya being sponsored by some wealthy proprieter. Uh-huh. He did another once over on the card. His golden eyes only looked back up when Lunafreya spoke to him again. She seemed anxious. Yeah, there was definitely a problem going on, things were lining up too well to not be fishy. Slipping the card into his pocket, he met her gaze with a smile. "Without a doubt. You stand out, Miss Lunafreya of Eos." There had been something entertaining about watching everyone around him gush about how gorgeous she was when Noctis had gone home. "You're the one who reflexively said yes, after all." Still, he wouldn't point out the whole, her being a princess thing.
Because he did not trust Lorenzo.
Which going back to him, he looked over at the old man, then back to Luna. He did want to satisfy her curiosity as best he could, but he had a feeling the less Lorenzo knew, the better. "I don't want to overwhelm you if your amnesia's that bad, but yeah, I'd love to share some if you're willing." She seemed almost eager, too. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he figured he'd make a simple request. "Hey, Lorenzo, you don't mind if her and I have some privacy, do you?" A simple request that seemed easy enough; a reunion that would obviously have some emotion tied to it that might want to be experienced without any onlookers staring intently. Easy to understand, right?
