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Meet new people. Enjoy herself. Yeah, that probably wasn't going to happen. Not that Alex was aware of this at the moment. He was likely about to ruin her day. Going through the stalls himself as a shortcut, he felt pretty good. Aside from having to repair the damn building itself, he was getting more business, and that was always a good sign. He just... needed to learn to spend his money on actually fixing the place up. But that part he could extract from the blood of that blonde homewrecker whenever he found him. It'd been months though. The guy had probably gone underground in fear of Alex beating the hell out of him or something. In the meantime, maybe he could just get the materials himself? Go out, harvest what was needed and do the repairs himself? Yeah, there was an idea, why didn't he think of it sooner? He was an accomplished gatherer, and the repairs couldn't be that hard.
Besides, this was the Harvest Festival. And he was going to go harvesting. It was fitting.
Which was why, when walking through the stalls, he'd been wearing his armor, sword at his side, twirling a hatchet, not noticing the people edging away from him as he approached, not wanting to be in the warpath when he lost his grip on that thing. He didn't need any flowers or anything, so the scythe wasn't needed. It was only when he noticed the familiarity that he finally stopped, took a look, and the hatchet fell from his grasp, only to be hurriedly caught to keep anything from being damaged. Especially the hatchet. Falling on its blade might notch it, and that was the last thing he wanted right now! Letting it dangle at his side, he took a good look at the young lady perusing the market herself. Yeah, that was her, alright. What was she doing? The tug at her ribbon and a look at the stall told him enough. Looking at the colors, he shrugged, and hatchet in hand, approached from behind.
Probably should put the hatchet away.
"The blue one." He remarked, not even bothering to say hello. They were on good terms, right? "Pastel colors look like they're more your thing." All that light pink and faded red told him that. Oh, right. He scratched his forehead with a finger before running it and his thumb down the bridge of his nose, from the hand carrying the hatchet, of which the blade was moving dangerously close to his skull. "Still, hello, Aerith. What brings you all the way out to Provo?" She seemed comfortable enough in Sonora. It'd been a while, be nice to catch up. She did give him info on Sephiroth at least. Which meant he owed her a finder's... Oh. Yeah, he owed her money, didn't he? Shit. He could improvise, at least, come up with something!
He looked back at the stall. "Pick something out. My treat." That'd make them even, right?
Alex sat in the back of his shop and grinned at his tomestone as he stared at the image it displayed. On its brightly lit screen was a pixelated drawing of Azem's Sun Crystal. It had been something he'd picked up when he visited Cissnei in Sonora. You see, the idea that there could be other Azems that were current but not him, bothered him more than he wanted to admit, and in the back of his mind, the desire to prove that he was the original, or a sort of Azem Prime, grew. Needless to say, when he found out about a technology that could provide an irrefutable link that he was indeed the true owner of the crystal, well, he was interested. He'd found one of these such artists, who upon understanding the situation as best they could, snapped a picture of the actual Azem crystal on their phone, and a few hours later, Alexander had the pixelated drawing, and a link to said drawing, that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was the original owner on some kind of network or something. He had trouble with parts of it.
It'd cost him quite a bit of his GP.
His momentary joy was briefly interrupted as someone finally came in through the door. "Noct! The door!" He called, figuring Noctis, with his... absurd amount of charisma, could handle it. Really, he didn't get it. When he went over things objectively, some things didn't add up. But after a moment of consideration, he had chalked it up to the whole King of Light ordeal. Mystical powers. It was also at this moment, that Alex realized that he had sent Noctis out on several jobs and that meant that the Chosen King wasn't due to be back for a while. Which meant that it was up to him. Turning off his tomestone and shoving it into his pocket, Alex ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, coming around to the front as he passed through the oaken door, taking a look at the ramshackle abode with a sigh, and moving around the tables. Well, on the bright side, maybe he had work, or someone wanted to join, or maybe Cassandra had returned with Argos to beg his forgiveness. Maybe it was Caius here to throw down. Part of him was really hoping for that last one.
Instead, it was someone else. Long, flowing silver hair, a black leather coat, and a sword that identified him immediately. Alex had never actually seen the Masamune, but now that he had with his own eyes, yeah, he completely understood why this was a unique identifier for the guy. There was no sword that Alex had ever even heard of that was remotely that long. In fact, he wondered how he even swung the damn thing. It had to be incredibly unbalanced. Still, he did little to hide his enthusiasm, as this was quite the blessing, clapping his hands together with a grin. "Sephiroth! My friend!" They were not friends. But the mood changed a little as he leaned forward a bit, hands on his hips as he tapped his foot against the floor, his shoe making a soft clacking noise. The grin was still there. "You're only six months late." He said through gritted teeth.
It was something about that name that stuck out to him, and he felt an excruciatingly sharp pain in his head from it as he felt the static flare up again. A hand reached up, his fingertips brushing gingerly against his side for a moment, and that was the only reaction he gave it, more as if he were personally logging something into his mental records than dealing with a sudden migraine. He'd long since become accustomed to horrible head pain ever since he'd had the Echo. Even then, that was nothing compared to the sheer migraine that the Echo brought upon him. Part of him was thankful that said tolerance hadn't seemed to recede in the past year or so he'd been here. Another was somewhat disappointed, having hoped that while he was here, he would have completely left such a thing behind. Still, images of her flashed in his mind, and he couldn't make sense of it.
Then there was the matter of where she said she was. Two reactions came from the word Ivalice. The first was simple realization. Oh, she was from his world. And from Ivalice. Which explained what was up with her name. He'd probably read it from a book or something. The other, which he felt he did a good job of hiding his reaction, confirmed something he had wondered; did time matter? Here she was, from a time that was... how did Ramza Lexentale phrase it? Antediluvian, right. Ivalice preceeded the Sixth Umbral Calamity. Hm, he wondered how he should break that one to her. He figured that perhaps being direct was the best way, and might upset her. But it was best to rip the bandaid off with her. He had a feeling he didn't need to be gentle like he was with Prompto.
At least until she asked to see his place.
"Shit." He remarked. It was... still a disaster, honestly. He looked on over to the shambles ruins, frowning before looking back at her. "It's uh... under construction." He hoped she didn't put two and two together, anyway. Which at least, made this the best time for a distraction, and the perfect distraction he had! "But, still, Meliadoul Tengille of Ivalice, allow me, Alexander Sorel, to welcome you to the World of Tomorrow!" He dramatically raised a hand up, drawing out the word 'tomorrow.' "That is to say, you're on a world called Zephon, not ours. You're also in the future. Ivalice was drowned fifteen hundred years ago. No, there's nothing you can do to stop it." There, that would certainly distract from his terrible living conditions.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Mar 1, 2022 13:49:33 GMT -6
1. How did your character find out Ignis and Gladio were in trouble? -He found out from Prompto, who found out from granny Matoya, the scary witch in question. 2. How does your character come to collude with Cissnei? Cissnei does not work for free, so have something to offer. -He sought out an info broker. He has no idea what he's getting into but is fine with owing favors. There is no way he'll come to regret this. 3. What part of the break out are they helping with?: a) setup, b) extraction team, c) getaway -He'd like everything but this is also Alex. Keep that in mind. Chances are he'll try and keep with Prompto and Noctis so they don't get in over their heads. What could go wrong? 4. Can Cissnei trust you? Snitches get stitches. He actually likes Prompto and Noctis, so yes.
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Post by Alexander Sorel on Feb 13, 2022 10:44:28 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
As nice as ever, at least. Though Venat had always been a bit warm. At times she may have seemed distant or cold as Hydaelyn, but that seemed to finally melt when he actually met up with her in the lifestram. Still, her question made him really curious. Why would he ask that? He stayed quiet for a moment before he finally gave an answer. "Just curious." Yeah, let's go with that. He knew that Alisaie was partly to blame for it, too. When everyone was supposed to stick together to weather a storm together, it was counter intuitive for someone, like Alisaie, to decide that such was the perfect time to stab something else. And use up the accumulated power that they had gathered. Though at least now he knew what that was. Before he'd always just known it as something that came along in the most desperate of times. That girl was basically some kind of, middling ground between sister and adopted daughter, but he knew full well how impulsive she could be.
While he had questions, especially regarding this "too" business, Venat was a bit more lost than he was, so he figured fair was fair, help her out first. "There is Ryne. Well, if you remember her anyway. She's been staying with me. She's back to looking like a Minifilia, and we haven't figured out why that is." In truth, he'd accidentally called her that when they reunited, but he was pretty sure she didn't even notice. "We also had Cassandra, but well, when things got tough she left for greener pastures." Talk about fair weather friends. That homewrecker wrecked his home and off she went to join their top competitor. Though he realized, with Venat here, he should probably add in that she "Took Argos with her, too." That was still some bullshit. She wanted the dog so she just took him. He wondered how Argos was doing now, being treated like some fluffy pet.
Probably hated it.
Done with her after everything, though? He crossed his arms, murmuring some gibberish to himself and shaking his head. He didn't think she had that much in her. "Still though, guilt tripping? Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're on Zephon. I don't know where, exactly, in the cosmos that is. But we're on one of the few planets that didn't get blown to bits by Meteion. Which is kind of impressive considering this place has no lifestream and barely any aether." That still surprised him. He couldn't fathom a world that was lacking in two such critical components doing so well, but here Zephon stood, or floated in the dark expanse or something, all fine and dandy. "Now then," He coughed lightly. "What's this business about me being Azem, too?" A previous incarnation? Someone trying to say they were the current incarnation? He'd accept no pretenders.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Feb 4, 2022 20:12:55 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
He turned back around, throwing his hands up as his voice took on a sarcastic tone. "Ah, yes. It's completely my fault that my shop and my home got destroyed by some murderhobo homewrecker while I was out. Mhmm. Yep." With the way this lady had been acting, he was pretty sure she would agree with that sentiment. Whether or not she believed it, he had a feeling she'd agree out of spite. Although... he thought about it for a moment and looked right at her. "Which by the way, you wouldn't happen to know anything about a guy with blonde spiky hair and a massive sword, right? 'Course not." It was a fruitless endeavor with this one, he'd have to find something about this guy sooner or later. And then Alex was gonna wreck his legs like he wrecked his shop. When he was done, that guy would be stuck in a wheelchair for a good, long while.
Instead however, he moved on, if she was going to act like they were sooooo good, pfah. She didn't realize just how temporary that would be. "Look, lady. I know things are great and wonderful for you guys now, but when old man Hremit croaks and you're framed for regicide, it's gonna be real shitty." It had been the same for him, after all. After he'd almost died stopping Baelsar's conquest of Eorzea and that infernal Ultima Weapon, things had been great. Then one of the Monetarists thought he'd become a problem, poisoned the Sultana, and framed the Scions for it. It still left a bitter taste in his mouth, having to flee the very land that you had just a few months prior saved from imperial conquest and destruction.
He narrowed his eyes at the woman for her command, before letting a snort out of his nose. Putting on his best impression of the woman, which was to say, quite awful, he followed up with. "Sit down, you're making a fool of yourself." Before tacking on some noises at the end before indeed, sitting down. He probably hadn't realized it himself at that moment. "Fine, whatever. Vorsuck not being here helps because the Griffons aren't the problem, and they would see the dragon as a threat. They don't normally venture out to attack people. My guess is they're either being poached or there's another monster muscling in on their territory." He finally coughed up, coming to the point that he probably should have opened with."And that's why I'm here. To actually address the root of the problem unlike you or Caius, or whoever, who would just go in and kill 'em all. Happy?"
Crossing his arms, he added on. "Besides, they're majestic, intelligent, beautiful creatures. I'd... rather not kill them." Not if he could help it.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 30, 2022 15:10:53 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Well, her temper was flaring, which just made his flare as he found himself standing upright, glowering at the woman with fury. Oh, what have the Dragonblades ever done to him? He leaned down just a little. His voice barely coming out as a tranquil whisper. "What, you mean aside from poaching my employees, suffocating my business, stealing my pets?" Oh ho ho, no, he was not over Cassandra leaving to go join them and he probably wouldn't be over that for a good, long time. At least Prompto had the decency to give him a letter before he ran off to who knows where. ... Where had he gone, anyway? He'd figure it out as soon as he could, but he hoped the little guy didn't get into too much trouble. As exasperating as the Crownsguard could be to deal with, he actually liked Prompto. That, however, was neither here nor there, and it was quickly forgotten as he erupted in fury.
Standing back to his full height, he let the anger flow. "So, what did they do?! They took my job and they took my dog!" Yeah, that last one was, that was probably going to take some explaining. But it seemed he had no intention of that as he just let out his pent up frustration. "And I want Argos back, godsdammit! Caius might think he's an emergency food supply, but he's my dog!" Argos had to have been stolen by Cassie. He didn't understand how, otherwise. Alex treated Argos with the dignity and respect befitting Hydaelyn's Chosen Steed. Cassandra just treated him like a giant fluffy derp and gave him treats and spoiled him rotten. It was obvious which of the two should have been preferred!
He did dial back his fury a little however, letting out a huff. "Also, you guys have a fucking dragon. Burning things is included!" If she was going to insist on that terminology for Caius's dragon, then he was all too happy to be going along with it. At least until a thought occurred to him, and all the fire seemed to die out in a moment as he turned around, hand to his chin as he mused to himself, albeit rather loudly. "Although that is actually quite good to hear, at least the Griffons won't get mad about the lizard and that makes my job easier." Yes, without a dragon to rile them up as a potential challenger, it'd be easier to move through and solve the actual problem. At least if he could identify that actual problem.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 16, 2022 20:55:38 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
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The problem wasn't the Griffons. He was sure of it. That was his childhood kicking in there, back in the New World where he grew up with the Whalaqee and an expedition to document, capture, and even hunt the various monsters of said New World. Griffons were part of that ecosystem. Powerful, intelligent, and majestic creatures who knew well enough to stay out of the affairs of man. Needless to say, unless the Griffons of this world were a fary cry from their brethren on Etheirys, they didn't just up and decide to become jerks and attack people for no reason. There was always a cause. The most common of this was something was encroaching on the animal's territory, or hunting them, and they were forced to move. Where that issue came up was that Griffons were apex predators, owing to their strength and intelligence, they had no natural predators. Alex had figured they were either losing a battle for resources with another apex predator, or someone was poaching them.
Both bad. Monsters that could drive off Griffons were far and few between, and none of them fun to deal with. Poachers needed no explanation.
It was bad enough that he wasn't the only one hired. Aside from the fact he was peeved about a competition, none of the other mercenaries understood the subtleties of the ecosystem well enough to actually handle the problem. They'd charge in there, kill as many as they could, and call it a day. In truth, that'd work. Griffons were intelligent enough that if you killed a few of them, the remaining herd would generally take the hint and back off. But if Alex was right, that wouldn't address the root of the issue, not to mention killing obviously intelligent creatures left a bad taste in his mouth. He was willing to wager it also meant forfeiting payment. He doubted the client understood this either, and judging by their hiring habits, would take any reason they could to not have to pay, if it saved them gil. He could be pretty persuasive, but at least if it came to pass, he'd feel better that night. But killing Griffons was an entirely last resort. Namely, his mood as it was, was shot.
The building he was in, with its rancid odor and general noise, did not help.
And then his mood soured even further when he heard the name of the contact from a nearby woman, the man who had hired him, as well as an all too familiar organization name. "Oh, Godsdammit." He muttered to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "He hired the Dragonblades? Boooooo." He was a bit more loud this time, but he had his reasons. Aside from the obvious of actual competition, well... "Bad enough everyone here's already in Team Kill 'Em All, the last thing we need is Caius and that fucking dragon of his kickstarting Team Burn 'Em All." His temper already flaring a bit. Griffons did not suffer encroachment lightly, and a dragon would very much be seen as encroaching on their territory, if not possibly what they were competing with and thus what may or may not have been waiting for him. But a Griffon's territorial nature was a damn good reason he was leaving Ragnabawk behind. And the possibility that they were fleeing from something worse was more dangerous than the poachers.
The last thing he needed was a firebreathing dragon fucking this up beyond repair.
Wait, Taxis don't fly? Alex looked at Noctis incredulously at this information. "Well the Regalia--Hey, careful!" He objected to Noctis pulling hard to the right. The sudden, sharp turn along with the terrain proving to be a nasty combination as the right side of the car lifted up, turning over to begin flipping. At least Alex had worn his seat belt, not that such would help when they were going to go off a cliff and die. He wondered for an instant if Prompto would be mad. Well, assuming he survived. He wondered if he'd reincarnate on this world or if he was on the last one. He said a silent, brief prayer; should he be reborn, let him be reborn ginger. He was brought back to reality as they began to go over, and he noticed Noctis wasn't wearing his seat belt; careless little--! "Hold on!" He remarked, grabbing on to Noctis as the white wisps began to surround the both of them.
Abandoning the taxi to its fate and its owner to bankruptcy, Alex phased himself and Noctis through the car with Loom. Finding that they were already over, he summoned a crystal sword, imbuing it with blazing heat as he stabbed it into the side of the cliff, dragging slightly and feeling the sudden strain on his arm. He hoped he didn't pull a muscle. He looked down, relieved that he had a good hold on Noctis, and sighed, only to be alerted by a crashing sound at the bottom. "So, yeah, Welcome--" He was interrupted by the sound of the taxi below bursting into flames. Apparently the gas tank had ruptured and it just spiraled out of control there. Waves of orange and red consumed the yellow, the heat rising up to meet the two hanging on the cliff. Alex blinked, then sighed. He was in so much trouble, wasn't he? "Welcome to Zephon." He remarked.
Alex shook his head, letting out an odd sounding whistle. He'd long since figured out how to make the noise himself, and really didn't need the whistle proper anymore. "We'll just, get on Ragnabawk's back and get you back to the Rising Stones. Get you settled. You're hired, by the way." He nodded. "And uh, please do me a, small, favor?" He looked down, cringing a bit and giving the Chosen King a pleading look. "Your friends--they can never find out about this." He was pretty sure they might actually try to kill him if they did. But, on the bright side, if they made their getaway fast enough, it'd probably just be assumed they died, that'd be a plus.
Post by Alexander Sorel on Jan 14, 2022 19:20:49 GMT -6
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One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
Okay, so she knew everything else that was going on, but not who he was specifically. That one... that one kind of stung. It was one thing to forget him, he could write that off as a general memory wipe that happened all too often in this place. But to remember everything else but specifically forget him, his lips thinned as he just quietly shoved that revelation down. It was best to just not think on it. Instead, he let her continue on, before shrugging ever so slightly. There was a small snort. "Well, of course I know him." He remarked, motioning to himself. "He's me." The one who had passed the trial, the one who had silenced the song of oblivion, the one who was the entire reason for this bloody world even existing. Or, well, continuing to exist. He made no claim to having actually made the place, at least. "Needless to say, yes, I do know the whole story." From beginning to end.
Reaching into his coat, he pulled out the orange crystal, the emblem of the sun shining bright. "Alexander Sorel. Azem. The current in a long line of reincarnations." He wondered who he could summon with this thing. Ryne. Cassandra. Prompto. Noctis. ... As much as the man currently infuriated him as a business rival, he would, if teeth were pulled and arms were twisted, admit that he could conjure up Caius if he really had to. There was just... a lot of salt towards Caius on his end. But he wondered about the rest of the Scions. How they were doing. He hadn't seen any of them since he'd come to this world, and it'd been over a year. Did they ever think about him? Did they even remember him? Had they simply written him off as lost and moved on with their lives?
But Venat was right here, and the thought of the Scions, well, he had to wonder, seeing as this was a better time to ask. "... Say, did you have any particular dislike for Alisaie?" The Echo afforded him many abilities, and being able to see Hydaelyn's plans had been invaluable, even if infuriating. Everyone on Alisaie, go go--Alisaie, no! He could almost see the young Elezen moving away at the last second to close the distance to their next Crystal of Light. A spectacular slam that effectively made Alisaie go splat. You--dumb--! Followed by the panicked sounds of Alphinaud getting a spell ready to get his sister back up.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He really, really hoped they didn't need him right now.
