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He frowned as he heard Clarissa talk, thanks to Zigmund memories he understood what she was talking about, despite the different language used in Mytheria and whatever magic the Source was running to translate for them, HACKING was really the best word to describe the process in which one could interact with Source directly. Not that he had much experience in doing so, the closest he came to it was doing sabotage and espionage on behalf of some shady two-bit egghead back when he spent his days at the Capital.
Still, if there was one thing he had learned during his time working with Clarissa was to let her rant, there were nuggets of wisdom she expected you to pick up and she would give you this disappointed stare if you failed to do so.
What he didn't expect was for the instant recrimination, he stared baffled as she scolded him, did she really? He watched around and saw a few of the surrounding scientists pretending they didn't overhear anything while shaking their shoulders with repressed laughter and by his side, he made eye contact with Alison. He grits his teeth to prevent a blush from forming on his face "Oi" Sadly Clarissa Shields was not a woman who stopped by anything, so she simply bulldozed through his attempt at a response, made some creepy gang signs disguised as crossing her arms, then exited the room with his companion in tow. Leaving him in the middle of the room in bemused silence with an eyelid shaking in annoyance.
"Snrk..."
Slowly his head moved in the direction of a particular scientist, a 40-something balding man with an impressive poker face.
He watched as said face turned progressively purple by the moment before deciding it was enough "Ahhhh, a minute, you all can laugh at me for a minute" Instantly his eardrums were assailed by the sound of laughter, for all that Clarissa had trouble being considerate to her subordinates she was talented at accidentally allowing them to relieve tension with her antics.
After said minute he decided that enough was enough "Okay ya lot that's enough, you all have a job to do" He directed a glare around the room and was glad to see that between giggle and chuckle they were in fact returning to work "Marcus you tend to be her translator, any idea what the fuck that was?"
He just knew that no matter the answer it would be a headache for him.
Yo I am writting my post and I should be finished by tomorro- HOLY SHIT AVAP YOU CAN FLY!!??
Alison, bless her heart, decided to not press the issue and instead shifted her questions which was more than welcome on his part. To be asked about himself out of nowhere was... rattling, not unpleasant, despite the thousand sins he had committed and regretted there was still a sense of pride in his previous prowess. But to James, it still felt odd talking to strangers about their little situation, despite how far he has come in terms of moving past it.
Hearing her talk about being the enemy's thought process was a reminder of the sort of enemy they possessed.
"You make sense, from what I have heard, General Saladin is, well sorry for the language but he is a crafty motherfucker" He gave her a shake of the head "Cunning, pragmatic and with a penchant for overwhelming force, there is a reason why the Witch Queen has him at the forefront of the war"
He hesitated for a moment before elaborating, the subject was difficult but if he felt that anyone could do something with the info it was Alison.
"I learned a couple of days ago about something called the massacre of Eretia, Eredge, and Dantuin, a large scale conflict led by the General, the records are spotty as they were compiled by the few survivors that managed to escape but they spoke of spies and infiltrators long before the operation began, of long-range artillery supported by magic defenses, illusions, tunnels, poisoning of supplies and psychological attacks to lower morale. The General is a crafty old bastard whose pragmatism is surpassed only by his cunning. Make no mistake, if given the slightest opening he will slide a poisoned dagger through a gash in your armor and then convince you to kill your friends in exchange for an antidote"
Maybe there were such records, or maybe there weren't. He didn't know.
All he could remember was the barked orders, the FIREfire, the screams, and the glee.
"That is to say, never underestimate him, always assume he has a backup strategy and an escape route planned" He gave her a small node "I already brought this to the attention of the few authorities I know but what they do with it..."
They never stopped talking as they walked and eventually, the Academy was in sight.
With sure steps James walked right through the front doors while making a gesture to the guards that Alison was with him, he didn't know if there had always been guards stationed at the doors of the Academy or if it was a recent thing thanks to the siege but for all they were intimidating Charles and Manny were pleasant once you got to know them. Room by room he led Alison deeper into the Academy, until he arrived at the now familiar door, giving it a push he came across a familiar sight, a room full of Mytheria style computers and some kind of reinforced glass showing the Control Cube being held tightly by a pillar.
There were several familiar faces and he returned a couple of nods and greetings but his destination was the woman in a small podium overlooking the work stations. Clarissa Shield cut an intimidating figure as always, back straight and shoulders squared, one would think she was getting ready to throw down in a ring but that was just the way she did things.
"Hey Chief! Got someone I want you to meet"
She was also someone he considered a friend so there was a certain lel of informality he wouldn't allow to drop.
I will post tomorrow, thankyou everyone for the kind words, things seems to have calmed down a little on my end so I should be able to return to regular shceduled posting
Ugh, this post fought me all the way and I am still not happy with it. Got a lot of stress cuz some bad news lately and I can't focus properly on writting. But anyway, post up.
He had to wonder, what had the people of the Academy been thinking when they founded it? Lately he had been reading things about the city but he had yet to come across that particular story. He could ask Chief Shield for it but knowing her she would either launch into a detailed lecture with a quiz at the end or would expect him to research it on his own depending on her mood.
Maybe after the siege he would investigate it, would be a fun way to kill an afternoon after everything was resolved.
As he walked beside Alison he looked at the architecture around them, so unlike back home it was startling sometimes. [i][s]He wondered if Mom and the others would like it[/i][/s]. It was nice allowing himself to be distracted, with so much going on lately God(s) know he needs it.
He was startled by Alison's voice, pulling him from his thoughts.
"James, this is Pete. Pete, James. Pete here is a member of my crew. He may seem about as inbred as the rest of his fellow peasants... and he is, but enough brain cells rubbed together in there to make him useful." she said. Pete made a gesture of jabbing a threatening finger in her face before giving his crooked smile and nod to James.
"Nice to meet ya fella. Boss is a cruel woman, so you best watch yourself round her." Pete finished before expertly dodging the low elbow and fading back into the crowd. Alison shook her head, a disapproving frown on her face.
"Asshole. Anyway, I have them right now combing the town for anyone with an uncanny interest in us. I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet the other two later today. Either way, glad that my intuition was right, cause if the Witch already tried to get you assassinated, she's liable to try again. Speaking of which, you gotta tell me sometime about that. What the hell is a water ninja?"
He watched as Alison and Pete bickered, a smile coming to his face even as he chimed with a "Nice to meet you", it was perhaps strange for him to feel better knowing Alison was getting along with someone but perhaps he had associated her with his party in his mind, so there was a certain feeling of responsibility there despite the fact she was older, practically an stranger and definitely more competent.
But all things come to an end and as her question left her lips so did his smile.
For some reason, his mind reminded him of that one meme about a serial killer being discovered 'It's over, she knows' but then he pulled himself back on track.
"That's..." A deep breath "Okay, shit, you caught me off guard, sorry, sorry, just let me think a little" He wasn't being very inconspicuous "Okay, okay, the 'Water Ninja' was one Zigmund" You don't the surnames, you don't know the surnames "Some robot looking asshole who could turn into water to dodge blows and could make weapons out of water, he was the one who killed Clive and Arthur. We killed him" We killed me "but he was some sort of scout or assassin, I don't think he ever revealed his exact orders but he decided to take care of us permanently"
He was rambling he knew.
He couldn't help it, when was the last time James had been asked about Zigmund? It was throwing his thoughts in disarray and he wasn't a fan of it.
He needed to pull himself together.
"I think the Academy may know more about him, let me introduce you to Chief Shield, she is the head honcho of the Academy and a friend, if you ever need info about something just tell her you know me and she should hook you up with something"
Too much James and not enough Zigmund, pull back, she is going to suspect, calm down, you are you, you are you.
You are you.
I will post tomorrow, its taking me a little longer to post than expected
[Location] Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 07:30 AM, September 15
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He leaned against a small fence as he watched the creatures appear over on the beach. For a moment he was tempted to close his eyes and enjoy the sound of gunfire and screams but the reality was that he couldn't afford to do so, this was an unknown enemy who for all he knew was hiding a long distance weapon capable of killing him in a single blow.
He was also watching with interest as the corpse painted woman faced the newfound enemy. For all her talk it was obvious she was determined to do something about it, her eyes clearly working properly now as she struggled to her feet. There was a feeling of smugness rising inside him, he had not been wrong after all, she was a fighter.
The feeling only simplified as some of his earlier guesses were confirmed, she really was a Regalia after all.
He didn't recognize the Dominant but that was no surprise, for all his Master had been determined to teach him the general workings of the world theology was not a subject the old man had delved into outside Ifrit. Guess that proved there was still more to this world he had to see.
Similar thoughts crossed his mind as he continued to observe the events unfold, a minor sense of satisfaction at the violence happening in front of him.
Not that he was idle either.
At his side lay his drawn sword, held tightly to his palm and hot enough to melt through flesh. Getting hotter too as he channeled his dominion over fire in it.
Then when it reached some unknown threshold he cut the flames and allowed the blade to contain the heat inside it without adding more.
Then he threw it.
The moment the sword left his hands he was moving behind it, following in its wake as it sailed through the air before slamming point first into one of the monsters about to devour some helpless civilian. The hit managed to stun the monster long enough for him to impact against its head with all his might, driving the sword further in as he made his best effort to Cauterize the wound. He had fought a monster capable of regenerating before so it was better to take care of them quickly, usually battles of stamina were in their favor.
Behind him he could hear the man scream and run with renewed fervor, from what he had observed of this man that was in line with his character, he was one of the first to run and even pushed other people in his attempts to escape.
A battlefield was no place for a coward.
At some point, the monster stopped struggling but whether it was dead or not he couldn't be sure as more and more of its brethren marked their displeasure as they approached him with clear hostile intent.
His Master was right.
This Festival was interesting in all the right ways.
The process was easy enough and in no time he was once more on the receiving end of that accursed message.
Despite having seen it before it still gave him the ick, like a piece of ice touching his spine and slowly grasping his throat, oppressive and ruthless until it was satisfied -but it never was. It wasn't until Alison talked to him that he managed to tear himself away from it.
He gave her a nod to confirm her rhetorical question
"Yah, we more or less thought along those lines too, plus the fact that she sent people to kill us kind of soured the deal"
He followed as they left the guild, from what little he had seen then it was likely the people there were going to become very busy soon enough and frankly he didn't have the time to delay, the ritual still needed preparation and he had to gather some regents.
Still, it was nice talking to Alison, even more so as she sprung an old saying as they walked together.
"Ah!" He chuckled, the sudden use of Spanish was surprising but perhaps it should have been considering how common it was across the globe, but saying that it was nice hearing a piece of home so far away "Truer words have never been spoken, but yeah you are right, I am not a fan of becoming some disposable asset or tool after we are done" He gave her a shook of the head "Frankly I would prefer to get everyone back home as soon as possible, some would wish to help I know but I would choose their lives over people I don't know without hesitation"
It was callous of him and he wasn't sure he would have been able to do what had to be done before the 'incident'. But now he knew deep inside his heart to what extent he was willing to go.
"So, I have an errand to run in the Academy, do you want to go too? I could present you some of the peeps I know there" If his read on Alison was correct so far she was the kind of person who seeks connections like a gambler seeks a roulette.
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