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There was some relief knowing they met, even if the circumstances seemed too complicated for quick discourse. What distressed her was not recalling that encounter or anything. Her mind was a blank slate, stripped of everything that made her...a person. Fortunately, Alex had enough confidence for both of them. When he stated her name again, he included a designation of where she was from. 'Eos', she mentally tried to sound it out but by the look in her eyes, it did not wring any bells. Which left her frustrated and in a pensive state. His reassurance was taken with a measured glance. The reflexively answering part was compelling yet she couldn't be certain.
The care he seemed to show, gave a mixed signal in contrast to Lorenzo. Though he wasn't as old as he acted, being in his mid to late twenties, he certainly had the mannerisms to fit the Butler stereotype. Thus, it was only natural that the request made of him was met briefly with concern:
"...Certainly. It's good that she's met a familiar face. Just try not to stray too far."
An equally fair, yet subtle response. It's not like the lady was in a hostage situation after all. Though Lorenzo worried she could easily be, without clearing people first. Failure to protect a fellow Outlander, would leave his Mistress quite vex. So he gave them a fair amount of space, particularly if this man was a lover perhaps. It would explain things, that would be quite the fated encounter. He only needed to keep a passive watch if so.
As for Luna, the opportunity to have any insights, was not something she could pass up. That she restrained herself enough for Lorenzo to give them privacy, was an act of sheer discipline and upbringing! "I worry that my name, might be borrowed from another. That the fleeting semblances that I can intuit, are merely wishful thinking. In the end, everything about me has been taken away from me." well, except one part of her. Was it right to use the term 'pining', she wasn't sure if the vague notions of that person was romantic love or the sentiment one held for a dear childhood friend. Neither could be possible too, that left her hesitant to even bring up that bit.
"Please, can you tell me a bit more. I'm stronger than I look." Of course, if roles were reversed, she'd have the same caution about sharing too much all at once. There was no way to be certain which memory would act like a painful trigger, opening the flood gates. On the other hand, what if there was nothing to recollect. That her condition was no mere amnesia but something more? For Luna, there was no point in overly speculating. It only led her thoughts to dark places.
A soft gasp escaped Lunafreya's lips, followed by blinking in surprise. Shelke's response had resonated with her, yet as she strained to recollect why or whom she was being reminded of, it seemed to no avail. One thing she was certain of, the aura she herself gave off, attracted people to want to protect her, to return any kindness given, as well as the stares she received when walking with Lorenzo.
"I can't help but wonder...if you're someone from my past or if your words and actions, remind me of some forgotten figure." secretly, Luna hoped that Shelke was someone from her past, someone that knew her and it would clear up the darkness that permeated her mind. Where had the light of memories gone off to?
"Well now, that certainly explains things. Given your performance, I'd say you're very qualified to protect us further. I'm not an Outlander, though I do work for one. If you're looking to track someone down, say a fellow Outlander? I can assist. My name is Lorenzo, I work for Radiant Dawn Corporation. As to your personal matter, the resources of the company I work for, would surely be able to help. So yes, I'm certain my Mistress would love to hire you."
"Said 'Mistress' is quite the mysterious benefactor, she's helped me as well, even though we haven't met face to face yet. Though I'm afraid I'm no closer to solving my own personal issue at this time." Luna chimed in shortly after Lorenzo made things official. The relief on her face couldn't be missed. She hoped to return the favour for the protection, in time. Right now, though she was relying on the kindness of strangers, she knew to exercise patience and humility.
"...Ah, Lorenzo, will you be giving additional remuneration for that other target our new friend dispatched prior?" As her gaze shifted to Lorenzo, he looked rather contemplative before sighing and giving a faint smile.
"Why not? Oh but first, since I've introduced myself, can I get your name, Miss...?"
BAM!OOF!WARGH! the fluid dance left the thugs disoriented, hurt, and dazed. Little stars dancing across what bit of vision they could muster before the proverbial lights went off. Leaving the thugs unconscious, it was surprising how the two fell somewhat facing one another. Their third companion not too far from their bodies. Without the distraction, the tonal landscape of the streets came rushing forth. It didn't seem like reinforcements were coming, clearly they underestimated this job or their intel wasn't very good. Having to take on an Outworlder, wasn't in the equation from the seem of it.
"They took away my name—"
This left Luna, who heard Shelke's words and was mildly surprised. She hadn't anticipated help in such a manner, nor it did Lorenzo seem to have such in mind. For the most part, Luna remained where she was, poised in the event she needed to move at all, yet entirely stoic. Her gaze lowering at the end of Shelke's dance, watching as the bodies hit the ground.
"...I've done as you asked and sure enough, you've made quick work of these brutes." she gestures with her left hand to the trio. "...Might I ask why you protected me? Who...are you exactly, miss?" her inquiry was laced not in caution but rather intrigue. Was there a chance that this person recognized her? The potential to have some answers, some light in this darkness, filled Luna with hope.
That was when the door opened behind her. Seemingly Lorenzo had completed his business and now looked to the situation. He counted out the thugs audibly, unseen machinations at work before he nodded.
"I thought there would be more, seems like a decent pay out for the work."
his smooth voice was not too deep, slightly accented but not as heavy as Luna's own.
Things had certainly taken a turn and with one of the thugs struck, he keeled over, heaving as the other three looked to the assailant.
"...A kid, is threatening us? What are you, fourteen?" this came from a bigger thug, burly, head shaved clean and thick sunglasses obscuring his eyes. His tan skin and haggard casual attire topping off his appearance.
His associate, a tall, lanky male of fair skin had a mohawk, blonde. He would reply:
"...Cap'n? I think she's an outworlder..." this left the third male that comprised the thugs, dark skin, athletic build and a maintained afro. He flicked a wide tooth comb in hand, not saying anything but observing the wound dealt to their fourth member, another tanned skin man of short, stocky build.
"They took away my name—"
Luna stood firm, gazing at the situation with unwavering resolve. It didn't seem like she was afraid, even if that wasn't true due to the well of courage and conviction that came to her. It was as if she'd faced down tougher odds, against far crueler people. She witnessed Shelke's actions and noted how she took on the thugs.
"We should try to help her out, in case this becomes trouble. Go secure your package for now." given Lorenzo had been nothing but a gentleman to her thus far, she'd rather not test his combat prowess (or lack thereof). He had come to do a job for his Mistress and she didn't want to get in the way of that. Especially as his Mistress seemed to be a gracious hostess. Not taking a moment to look over her shoulder, she heard the shuffling of footsteps and it seemed the two went inside the club in order to escape the brawl that would soon commence.
Pride, Luna seemed to understand, through the darkness that claimed her memories; came before the fall. These men weren't going to allow a young looking female to best them. The added disdain they carried for Outworlders, a term Luna noted for later; was alarming too. This city she found herself in, didn't like a certain type of outsider? Yet she'd been treated quite well by Lorenzo and those he associated with...
"Odd..."
Through her conviction she had to find some type of inner strength, one that could help her fight. With narrowed eyes, she tried to recall the faintest clue but willpower alone would not best amnesia so potent. Her transmigration to Zephon seemed to be quite tumultuous to say the least. What would he do, in her place? Thinking that, she looked about to find anything she could as a makeshift weapon. Since her heart knew the answer, fight.
Needless to say, the entry fee was...high. Particularly since Lorenzo did pay for better in order to allow Luna to experience this as the elite of Sonora did. For those who were not Outworlders and affluent, Sonora was an entirely different world from what Caius had experienced thus far. That was why the class divide was so strong. When one had money, service was fantastic and just up ahead as the tickets were being purchased and entrance was granted, the proof of that was given. The clerk greeted the two warmly with polite mannerisms, provided two tablets that were loaded with information, akin to pamphlets.
When Lunafreya took her tablet, intuitively she began to work the device. A map was projected and it caused a slight gasp to escape her lips. The extravagance of this place was surreal in terms of size alone. Squinting, she tried to figure out where she wanted to visit first and thus the two moved to the side of the ticket booth. "I don't think we'll be able to see this all before the show." she confesses and Lorenzo chuckles in agreement.
As she looked closer, Luna was puzzled by one exhibit, because there was a mix of familiarity and something new. It forced her to grasp the side of her head with her left hand.
"You shouldn't force yourself..."
Lorenzo speaks up now, guiding her further in and towards a resting area so that Lunafreya could sit down. When she felt the pain subsided, she rested the tablet in her lap. Her eyes were downcast as she sighed solemnly. "I saw...someone, a young man with black hair. Then I saw a city...but it didn't seem familiar at all." what bothered Luna, that city was so vivid but unlike the man with black hair who felt familiar, he was unclear, his face...a blur.
Gazing up to the night sky, the young woman had finally gotten a chance to be alone with her thoughts. She was within the Shiva marketplace for the evening, perusing some of the wares. She hadn't bought anything as of yet, though she did have some allowance. The idea of having allowance felt...strange. Was it because of her age? The amnesia that riddled her, left faint impressions that she was beyond the age for such. Even as her current circumstances were far from ordinary. Thus far, she'd met people who seemed to know her but she couldn't recall them, not even a little. Anymore such faces would just be too much and whilst she felt bad even thinking on it; she'd prefer to meet new people.
With someone new, she wasn't constrained to try to act in a way she currently wasn't able to. The person she was at the moment, was inquisitive and happy to play things by ear. With no grand destiny or predefined notions of who she must be or what she must do. Just fresh, like the snow that was falling. Soon it would melt and give way to spring. What was spring like in these lands exactly? Given the climate, she couldn't imagine it warm enough to wear light clothing, for example. One such stall that she looked towards had clothes for sale. Finely woven scarves, mittens, sweaters, even coats were available.
Nothing that indicated spring fashion, yet alone that it was on its way. So Luna turned her gaze from that stall and looked about. A twinkle caught her eye from her periphery, leading the blonde to turn and walk in that direction. With a scrutinizing gaze, she looked at each stall, trying to find that refracting light that caught her eye until--- "There it is!" excitedly; Luna began to run. There was something so liberating to doing this simple act. Weaving through the crowds, with quick words of etiquette given in passing; she found a stall that seemed to be tucked away from the majority.
The vendor was selling various trinkets and bobbles, the kinds tourists would love. The display was well done as the items were within a glass case atop the a countertop. The item in question that had the shine was a snow globe. The lighting was changing to different colours that reflected the season. A nice contrast to the snow that was gently falling within the globe and the actual snow that was piling atop her head. She could put on the blueish white winter hat or toque as it was also called. However the fresh air of Mt. Hotan blowing through her admittedly messy high ponytail, was way too refreshing. Not having it done up properly, was also liberating. So too was the change in colour, the midnight blue coat she was adorned in, with the black ankle boots was different to the outfit she arrived in Sonora proper with. Beneath her coat, she was actually wearing blue jeans and a black sweater, very casual.
There was something Lorenzo was forthcoming about; Radiant Dawn, the name of the corporation he worked for. Whatever Radiant Dawn wanted from a supplier, Luna hadn't pieced together. Shelke's own job had put her in opposition with one Sonora's major powers! Nothing about this job, with its cloud of secrecy made sense. Radiant Dawn's supply chain was quite robust, they prided themselves on being a 'Tech' company too. One that made marvels from the 'Dust'. That was public facing knowledge of their on the books records. Off the record? They experimented with all kinds of alternate power sources and unique technology.
So a supplier, could also be a more polite way to call the individual they were to meet. Smuggler was a better term and in which case they'd be getting in magic crystals. Lorenzo's Mistress owned said supply distribution as part of her Zephon wide operations. She was just legally advised not to disclose any of her Torensten enterprises. It was troubling to have to smuggle in one's own supplies but there was only so much they could import under the guise of their Provo businesses. Such was the uneasy peace of Sonora and Torensten. That Shelke was tasked to confiscate such, would cause major headaches!
"We must move quickly."
Lorenzo instructed with caution in his tone. Luna held onto his arm as the two began to run ahead, in light of the commotion from the side street. There was...loud noises, likely steel against steel and men shouting. As the duo ran passed, soon enough a group of thugs emerged. They looked about before noticing the butler and lady running. It would appear that Shelke had competition~! The drop zone then wasn't much further. It was behind a dance club, which gave them a bit of cover from the streetlights. Ducking in there might elude the thugs...or not!
"What do we do, Mr. Lorenzo?" Luna asked, rather frightened given the imposing stature of the thugs in question. So many questions and her mind couldn't remember much of anything. For the moment, the butler looked contemplative yet stressed. The jury would still be out as to whether he possessed hidden combat prowess. The timing of this chaos couldn't be worse, as the contact was just coming out the back entrance of the club. A redhaired buxom woman, who was quite tall and a bit jacked to be frank. Over her right shoulder was a steel briefcase that had codes only she likely knew.
Luna opted to move before Lorenzo and stand her ground. If she lost the only one who could provide her with any hope of answers, then things would be beyond dire. Not that she had an visible weapon on her person, which left the thugs to laugh. Now the stage was set for Shelke. Would she listen to her heart?
"...Yes, I believe so—" Luna remarked absentmindedly until she'd turned to look at the one inquiring. "Excuse me, Mister— Have we met, before?" seeing him rang no bells though the likelihood that she'd have any recollection at all was very slim. Such was the extent of her amnesia, that she was hardly certain of her name. Was she perhaps misremembering another's name, someone she was close to? It did feel distinct enough, with a convention that indicated royalty. She was certain she had been a Princess but could that be wishful thinking? She could just as easily have been a handmaiden for a Princess.
"Terribly sorry, the Lady is suffering from amnesia, a real bad case based on medical examination. My name is Lorenzo, I work for a wealthy Proprietor who is currently sponsoring Lady Lunafreya. I've been tasked by her to act as a caretaker and escort, until my Mistress' sister arrives in Sonora to verify the situation."
the gentleman beside her spoke rather eloquently, with the mannerisms one would expect of the elite of Sonora.
He'd reached into his breast pocket and retrieve a business card, holding it up to offer to the stranger that recognized his charge.
"In case you had any doubts, as I'm native to Sonora but the Lady's sponsor, is not."
given the local sentiment pertaining to dimension travelers, he wanted to subtly ease the man's concerns on the situation. For once, a member of a certain group was not in trouble, the kindness of a stranger prevailed to aid a damsel in distress.
As for Lunafreya, she tilted her head but seemed fixated on studying Alex further. A questioning glint in her eyes as so many questions ran through her mind. "...Are you certain? That I am who you say?" the anxious expression she held, where ordinarily she maintained a steady conviction and love in her heart. Such was Luna's distress, that she needed something, perhaps someone; to anchor her. So that she could regain some semblance of normalcy again.
Throughout her brief time in Sonora, Luna had utilized the underground subway system constantly. Initially, it was just her caretaker's preferred method of transportation. It was quickly becoming something she looked forward to when traveling to new parts of the city. Each station had it's own life and depending on the neighbourhood or district being passed through, reflected the class of citizens. At this point, she'd experienced a healthy sample from poor to rich, having to accompany Lorenzo for different 'transactions'. The only place he wouldn't take her to, was the Scrapyard. Whenever he needed to go there, he'd make sure to call in some security personnel and have her stay in a fancy hotel or at the office.
Tonight, she'd be coming in from the west end. Having seen the various mining towns and the precious metals they were extracting on behalf of various corporate interests. Her mood had become rather melancholy, for despite the value of those goods, the towns were nowhere near the affluence of the city proper. All the technology, yet none of the benefits, left for a rather eye opening experience.
One man had mistaken her for the rich daughter of some CEO. Given the silver dress with it's long sleeves and off-white accents, she didn't have the heart to correct him. These days, she was the guest of a wealthy Mistress. Specializing in trade routes across Zephon; her ship routes were between Provo and Zephon and Provo to Torensten. She did get to see the ship and crew recently but not the elusive Mistress that was her sponsor. Apparently, she was feeling well as of late, which meant Lorenzo had to step up operations. Said Mistress has a sister, who was due to arrive in Sonora soon. Lorenzo was counting down the days till the relief would come.
In fact, as she looked to the seat next to her, he was on his phone looking at a calendar. She gave him a faint smile before looking out the window. The lighting strong enough to show her reflection as her car pulled into the next stop. Just a few more before they reached downtown. The slow stop was accompanied by the station name and the doors opening to let some passengers off, while letting others board.
