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Wait. Now that she knew what was going on? Alex stared at her as she continued on with an open mouth, as the words started to just drown themselves out. Slowly, the wheels were turning in his head as he came to one conclusion. Tifa didn't know. After all the talk of doing something illegal, and it turned out she didn't know. She was just some random stop. But they were supposed to meet here. They were all discussing this with someone who wasn't supposed to know. He thought a moment to his spells. Maybe he could just... put her to sleep or something. They were outside or--shit. Maybe Doom? Maybe he could just change the command to forget the past hour instead of accidentally killing her or something. Losing himself in his head gave him quite the obvious thousand yard stare, which probably just came off like he was blowing her off.
Instead, he could only come up with the sole thought of Noct. Why. There was some small comfort that came to him as he realized this was probably always going to be a disaster, but it still didn't take away all of the guilt. In fact, it was only when she rolled her eyes at him that he finally focused again. "Yeah?" He smirked. Oh boy, he was on her shit list. "Get in line." Was all he said with a snort and a shrug. It was only when he stepped back inside as he felt the magic he'd been so effortlessly channeling fall away, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Tifa in a glare. Could he live without his magic? ... Kind of. He could live in the sense that he could defend himself, sure. But going day to day? Probably not so much.
And then he realized he was back inside. And Noctis and Prompto were off elsewhere, which only helped lend some weight to the amount of just how much he had fucked up. Again. Apology cocoa would not do it this time. Neither would cupcakes of sorriness. He looked at the floor for a moment, keeping his gaze down before inhaling through his nose. He just. Needed to play it cool for now. He could apologize to Prompto later. In private. Probably get shot, in all honesty. That little reach behind his back hadn't escaped Alex's notice. Maybe the field hadn't been so bad an idea. "So uh," He looked up and away, focusing his gaze upon the wall. "What'd I miss?" He just, kept staring at the wall. Yeah, that was a nice wall. Really nice paint, too. And he just stood there, awkwardly.
Sleep was for the weak. He'd gone without it. Granted, there was going to be a big event coming up real soon, that he should probably be rested for, but he could do without. In fact, he was pretty sure it would just be awkward if he tried to get some rest. Best to just see a city that never sleep, let the adrenaline build and power him through the whole affair. Plus, well, he'd also heard that this place had Blitzball. That was a name that he hadn't heard in a very long time. He was something of a Blitz Ace himself back home. He was also considered pretty contact heavy even by Blitzball standards, so that might have had something to do with it. Absentmindedly he twirled the ticket between his fingers as he stepped onto the train. The others would be fine without him for the moment. Probably. Even if they did have a knack for getting into trouble when they really shouldn't.
And as he looked up from his ticket, looking for an open seat he could snag, he paused for a moment as his eyes stopped on one particular face. Really? Here? He recognized her immediately; someone who would turn the head of everyone in the room. Well, that and he just had a really good memory about these sorts of things. It always surprised people. But he'd gotten a brief glance of her when Noctis returned to his world, and one thought came to mind; Okay. She's obviously in trouble. Because of course she would be. Prompto had been getting chased by guards. Noctis wrecked a cab and got chased by police. If he had a gil for every time, he'd have two gil. Wasn't much, but it was weird that it happened twice. Needless to say, going by previous experience, she was probably in danger, too.
But, this would require a more delicate touch to get her out of whatever nefarious peril this was. Calm, smooth. Maybe he could get one of them out for once without getting shot at. "Excuse me." He remarked as he approached her and the older man. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, would it?" He knew it was. He was certain this was her. It was just... finding a way to get her back to Noctis. She'd probably be really happy to see him. Fiance and all that.
As Alex saw the weight land with a loud thunk on the grass made it all too clear that this guy had really good reflexes. Aerith had seriously--Well, no, dodging it was well within someone with decent enough reflexes. Enough not to be completely squished by a cartoon weight, anyway. Well, the weight didn't crush him. In all honesty, that was probably for the best. Flattening the poor guy on an interview probably was not good for retaining long term employees. Not to mention that most people probably wouldn't want to sign up with a place that had a tendency to kill them by accident. ... Not that anyone was looking to sign up with the Rising Stones anyway. Oh no. No, most people would rather travel all the way to Torensten and get good with the Dragonlames. Ohhhh, he would put them in their place, just you wait.
But for now, the only target within the vicinity of his rage was poor Sephiroth, who despite whatever crimes he committed in life, definitely had done nothing to Alex personally. Maliciously. But even Alex was willing to concede that it was at least self defense. Plus, Sephiroth was willing to make up for it. Nevertheless, Alex was still, somehow, an experienced warrior, veteran of a thousand battles. He knew an opening when he saw it, and he grinned. That cocky grin that oozed the words "got you now." He siezed the opportunity as his mouth opened, and a wave of noxious fumes poured forth. It was one of his aces, something few were ever really able to stand up to. The Bad Breath flooded the area, immersing it in a rancid scent. That wasn't all though, carrying a myriad of ailments within it; taking a direct on hit was often a fight ending blow.
And Alex knew it, too. Leaning back as he grinned, crossing his arms. "Look, you've done good. But if you wanna call it here, you're more than welcome to. No shame in it." Honestly, it sounded more like a taunt than anything. Something to at least salve his bruised ego at such an embarrassing start. At least it wasn't lethal, unlike the weight, so that was something to work with. "But you've got a few seconds before you pass out. Try not to hit yourself on the way down." That had... been something that happened. He'd seen plenty of foes accidentally attack themselves or an ally afterwards. Needless to say, he felt quite confident about the upcoming results.
Of course he'd notice. In fact, it quickly became apparent that he'd noticed, considering he gave her a deadpan stare as he simply started to tap one foot against the pavement. It also became apparent to him that Tifa could not hold her cards to her chest to save her life. The moment her eyes widened and she caught herself, he'd figured it out. He also made a mental note to challenge her to Triple Triad later. There was absolutely no way he could lose with her reacting like that. Still, he tried to will the fury, the outrage, and simply couldn't. "We'll talk about it later. I really don't have the energy to get up in arms about it right now." More important things, Tifa had been nothing but kind, that sort of thing. But he definitely made a note of it. He'd be back some other time at the absolute most. He had a lead now, he'd die before he let it go.
For now, focus on the good. "Still, your concern is appreciated. Truly. I'll be headed back in, soon. I'm not going anywhere. Those two got dragged out of everything they've known, only recently found each other, and now have a lead on their loved ones." Being alone in this world was not a pleasant experience. He knew that one all too well. "I would see them all happy and reunited, if I can." He shrugged, which then brought a focus on the bad. Namely, the fact he'd lit everything on fire with Prompto. He sighed a bit as he added on. "Which... Prompto is a good kid. Don't let the stupid shit I said cloud that over." He still needed to figure out how the hell to make things right with him. He doubted an apology and some hot cocoa was going to be enough this time.
He'd figure something out. He always did. The problem then just making sure it didn't happen again down the line. That, he had no idea what to do. So he shifted his focus again, as best he could, looking up at the clouded sky. "But yeah, the Cool Kids Table. They're from Eos, we're not." Noticing her wrapping her coat around her, he simply sent her a small gust of heat. He'd have to keep a closer eye on the field, not let his mind wander. He also wondered for a moment if he should. It was only a moment though, he quickly decided that, what the hell, might as well shoot his shot. "You know, like you said, you and I really are the odd ones out, here." His gaze drifted a little as he turned towards her. Pointing back inside with his thumb, he shrugged. "Once we rescue their friends, there's probably gonna be a celebration with you and I standing awkwardly in a corner while they go on about the good times, and we'll have no idea what they're talking about."
There were a few places he'd heard about, and he'd heard rumors of a stadium in the area, too. Sonora always put him on edge enough that he never really stuck around to really explore the city. "So, instead of being caught in that, what do you say once we're back, you and I go for a private night in the city? Make our own fun?" And let them have theirs, without him there to make it all terrible. Worst she could do was say no. Probably.
Ryne, for her part, had finally left at his insistence. Of course, whether she actually listened and stayed away was another story entirely. He was also partially beginning to regret it as he lugged the injured Hrothgar. It was only fortunate that a cave had been near by. Foot by foot, he dragged the catman by his ankles, tucked between his side and with a groan. He probably should have flipped the guy over so his face wasn't making a long trail in the mud, but this was already difficult enough as it was. If he dropped the Hrothgar, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get him moving again. "You know," Alex grunted as he gave another tug. "You've got the best posture of any Hrothgar I've ever seen." Another tug as the trail of face was extended. He meant that, too. Every Hrothgar he'd ever met was a hunchback, and just looking at this one, it was obvious that he was able to stand tall with his back straight, proud and unbroken.
Except for the horn, anyway.
That being said, Alex quickly conceded that "You're also the smallest." Another drag as he made it closer to the cave. Just a little bit more and he could get the both of them out of the rain, get them both warm and dry. "So I thought you'd be the lightest." There was a sardonic chuckle as he gave another groan of effort. He'd had to move the Hrothgar over a rock. That couldn't be comfortable. Thank the gods that this guy was out cold. "But I was wrong. Literally every fiber of you is just muscle." No fat, nothing. He may not have been the biggest, but there was a chance he might have been the heaviest. There was the cave. Just one or two more tugs as he finally felt the rain cease beating upon him, and he gave a winded laugh of joy.
Pulling the Hrothgar into the cave, Alexander plopped down with a huff as he looked around. Throwing his hands up in frustration, he stepped back outside into the cold and the rain, gathered some soaked branches and brought them back. Stacking them together, he started to breathe fire until they dried and, eventually, caught on fire. Grabbing onto the Hrothgar, he pulled him closer to the fire, really hoping that his fur wouldn't catch from a stray ember or something really stupid. Especially after all that work trying to get him inside.
Wait, so Noctis had a perfectly arranged marriage? Alex was a little envious of that, to be honest. Most people who had their choice rarely got one that fit them so well. To have it picked out of your control and still have it work out so well. Part of him just chalked it up to what he considered to be Noctis's absurd luck. Considering he'd been bailed out from certain death at least twice, got a place to stay, and everything just kind of fell into place for him, he'd almost been tempted to ask Noctis what the lottery numbers were. And then on top of that, Noctis seemed to be more concerned with him."It's fine. It's the constant ebb and flow of a twelve thousand year struggle between light and dark. With occasional outside invaders deciding to mess with everything." He dismissed it. "Still. The concern is appreciated. Truly. Maybe I could crash on your world for a bit. You do owe me a camping trip with the guys. Last thing you told me we'd do before you left for home." And while he wouldn't seriously hold him to that...
Well, a camping trip just sounded like fun.
Honestly, he wasn't sure he needed to give Noctis more information. He just knew, deep down, in his bones, that Noctis would just instinctively know who Emet-Selch was. Mainly because Emet-Selch was an asshole. Still, a little bit of help couldn't really hurt. "Emet-Selch is just a title. He might also go by Hades. He'll either have a skunk stripe or completely white hair." He paused a moment before adding on. "Or Solus zos Galvus." Shaking his head, he waved his hand a couple times. That wasn't the important bit. "Look, what you need to understand is that Emet-Selch is a shapeshifting master of darkness who will unleash unspeakable evil if given the chance." In short, if Emet-Selch were really here, it was only a matter of time before he caused problems.
Because that was what Emet-Selch did.
He was always in trouble, usually of his own making, because of course he would do that. Hades was never the type to do anything otherwise. Even if I often dragged the Third Seat into it. It was a stray thought that didn't quite feel like his, enough to give him brief pause, but he dismissed it all the same. "Trust me. You'll know him when you meet him. Never in your life will you meet someone as smarmy." No one. No. One. Had that sense of smug superiority like Emet-Selch. That oily, smarmy, used car salesman vibe. Doing his best to impersonate the Ascian, he simply made his point. "Weary wanderer--you've no fight left to fight! No life left to live!" Before adding on a disgusted Blegh. He grumbled for a bit.
"He's also destroyed seven worlds, under his command he saw another one turned into an eternal night of demons, tried to destroy a ninth world, and almost turned me into a light monster to destroy said ninth world. Trust me, he deserves it." Probably should have opened with that really. That was probably just a bit more important than going on about how the man just absolutely sucked. "That last one would have really sucked for me because it bypasses the reincarnation cycle. I don't come back from being turned into a Lightwarden." Just the side effect of having your soul warped so beyond its natural state that it simply couldn't be cycled through the lifestream.
Alex squinted at Celes. How was she not getting at least some of this? He was even trying his best to actually explain the situation to her! Time fuckery was not that complicated! "This is private. Monori is claiming to be me from another timeline. If she's right, then as far as reality and the laws of the universe are concerned, it's just you and me." Cosmically, this made no difference. But it was obviously simple to understand. Though he still had his doubts, especially when he turned back to Monori. "And you, how do you not remember--You're really not helping your case." How did she not remember that guy? Probably the worst fashion sense he'd seen anyone unwittingly display. He'd also tried to force a contest, in which he cheated. With bombs. He imagined she'd at least remember the bombs. That being said, Trachtoum's involvement had indeed been barely a footnote, but he remembered.
"Also, there are Au Ra here?" He shook his head immediately after. Not the point, Alex.
But comparing Caius to Ilberd. Well, that was emphatically true. "But no, Caius is not Ilberd. Ilberd was actually a threat. A determined, dedicated man of ferocious conviction." And as much as it made him physically ill to even internally admit it, he genuinely doubted that Caius had the capacity for treachery that Ilberd did. Which... Alex's eyes slowly drifted to Celes and they took on a mischievous glint. He knew she was doing her best not to get mad. He'd seen her temper, seen her tongue get the best of her. Could feel the waves of pure restraint rolling off of her. There were rumors, but well, having met Celes, even he doubted them. "Plus no one liked Ilberd after his betrayal. Celes here turns into some lovestruck maiden whenever Caius so much as glances in her direction." He knew that was a flat out lie. Celes did not strike him as the type to turn into a lovestruck maiden over, well, anything.
He just thought it was really funny.
Alex got up and stretched, preparing to take off. He obviously wasn't getting anywhere. He reached over, grabbing one of the flyers. "By all means, though. You'll die in the Dragonlames. Not literally. Probably. But you'll die inside. So go ahead and work for these..." He trailed off when he actually took a look, blinking before looking back at Celes. "You know, Celes, I have to be fair. This is really cute. That's not what Argos looks like if you're trying to draw him, but this is a cute puppy nonetheless." He remarked. He did not know she had a talent for artistic endeavors. He'd seen the flyers, but it was always a dragon. A puppy was, admittedly, a clever change of pace. What would undoubtedly make this worse was that it was a genuine compliment. There was no sense of antagonism in his tone, he really did think she drew a cute puppy.
Saving worlds was easy. Talking to people was hard. Alex rubbed the bridge of his nose at how much he hated that her explanation made sense. "I guess. You'd think it'd be the other way around." He grumbled. But listening to her story, well, she was the opposing viewpoint. The balancer. Some might have called her the naysayer, but... "Let's see if I've been paying attention about you so far. If I have to guess, this group wanted to get violent. You didn't." He understood it, if not supported it. Alphinaud had always been the diplomat, and if he could talk whoever down, then Alex was more than happy to let him. A spar was one thing, but once you actually started swinging your weapon, there was no going back, and may the consequences be upon your head.
But her being the opposing viewpoint. It was enough to get a small chuckle out of him, at least. "Still, that explains why you're staying out here instead of being at the Cool Kids Table." She knew he'd be fine, right? Though that was followed a quick sigh, and a feeling of fatigue starting to kick in. He looked at his hands. The shaking was getting better, at least. So he focused on Tifa, best he could. That was her advice, was it? Go with the flow? "Unfortunately, I tried going with the flow at first. Some blond prick wrecked my shop with his giant sword. It's been a disaster ever since. That never worked for me, I'm afraid." Gods, he couldn't even muster the energy to rage at that asshole. He'd put that homewrecker in a wheelchair if he ever got his hands on him. Gods, that didn't even sound enthusiastic in his head.
He blinked for a moment before he just exhaled. Between the Rising Stones, shit with the Dragonblades, finding that Homewrecker, Prompto, all of it. He was coming to a realization; his life was a mess. He wasn't really sure where to even begin on how to get everything back up and running. Sephiroth was inadvertently helping with the Stones, but that was only until he could get a better offer. He still had no leads on the Homewrecker. Prompto, well he'd gone and lit that all on fire and he wasn't even sure how he could even hope to put that out, now.
When she stated she just wanted to check on him, he blinked before simply pocketing his tomestone. She made an observation, and astute one, at that. Not that it was anything other than obvious. "Because I am." He shrugged. "I'm not from their world. I only know Noct because he got stranded in mine." To be honest, it was incredible that Noctis even bought that when it was relayed to him. All he had to go on was Alex's word. For all he knew, he might have been Ardyn in disguise, just trying to fuck with him. "His car broke down in Thanalan. So there he is, wearing all black as he tends to, stranded in the middle of a desert, with a sandstorm on the horizon." In short, Noctis would have died from simple exposure. Nevermind those cyborg soldiers following him.
"So I helped him. Seemed the right thing to do."
He was rambling again. She just wanted to ask him how he was, right? "I'll be fine. I just find it absurd." He quietly remarked, swirling his drink lightly before finishing the last of it. "I've held the fate of all creation in my hands. I've traveled to the edge of the universe and seen the end of countless stars. I've saved every last remaining world; mine, Noct's, yours, from extinction. I can look up at the sky on a clear night and see every light, and know I have paid the blood price to ensure their existence." She was there, she'd heard everything he'd said about Warriors of Light and reincarnation and all that. What difference did it make now? Even so, he had a feeling even if she were to talk, no one would really believe her. He wondered, briefly, if that was part of why she wanted to check in on him. Once that came out, it changed things. Always did, and it was why he'd initially tried so hard to just be an adventurer.
Even if his feeling was correct, what difference did it make now?
Nevermind that it assumed she even believed him.
And he snorted, looking at the ground. Part of him just wanted to smash the glass on the pavement and be done with it. Just some small measure of stress release. With his hands still shaking, he almost expected to drop the glass anyway. "But I can't even handle a teenage boy without losing my shit." Perhaps it was a tacit admission that maybe, just maybe, he'd gone too far, even if it hadn't quite settled in his head yet. Even then, it wasn't like he was like this with them all. Just Prompto. He could handle the twins fine. He could handle Ryne fine. He could handle Gaia fine. Hell, Gaia fought him on everything and he'd still managed to work things out with her. So why couldn't he handle someone around their age? Why was Prompto the lone exception? Still, he looked back to Tifa. "What about you, Tifa? You seemed to fit right in. How're you the odd one out?" He'd admit, he was curious.
The moment he stepped outside and felt the cool air, things started to cool down. He wasn't sure how to feel, or even what to think, honestly. A jumbled mess, he supposed. He took a drink and looked at his hand and noted it was still shaking. No, despite everything, he'd gone over the edge. Trying to focus, he reached for that connection, that magic, and found it. Outside, he wasn't so restricted. A simple cantrip, one needed to be maintained. That would do, as he let the heat permeate around him. Keep him from freezing. Nor did he really have a chance to get his thoughts in order, on even what to do or say next. Tifa, the bartender, followed him out. Ah. She asked him if he was alright. "No, I'm really not." He stated simply, and took another drink. No point in divulging any further.
Pulling out his tomestone, Alexander simply decided to cut to the point. He had his magic back, so he figured she was probably just treading a bit more lightly regarding him now. "So what's got you out here?" He remarked, pausing for a moment as he extended the field. He motioned slightly to it. "Heated. No need to stand there and freeze while I figure this thing out." He stated simply, before giving it a sigh. He wasn't in the mood. "Payment, right? Give me a moment, I'm still trying to figure out how GP works." His thumb swiped across the screen as he tried to figure out a payment method. What was it with Sonora and their digital currencies? Gil was simple. Gil worked. Gil you simply handed the jingly shiny coins and they wished you well. He also noted it missed a few times, and he looked at his hand as it still shook. It was at this moment that he noticed he was gritting his teeth, and forced them to release.
It took some finagling, but he was making progress. He'd submitted what financial information he could figure out, and paused for a moment as he grumbled slightly. "How do I tip you?" He asked in simple exasperation, taking another sip. Noctis did say he wanted them all to tip her generously for everything, and he figured he would. He also figured once she had her money, she'd just walk back inside and everything would carry on, and he'd be free to put his thoughts together on... whatever the fuck he'd gone and done now. Maybe he should be thankful that so simple a task gave him something that he could focus on.
