october/november catch-all

[aflowers]

WHO: Aerith Gainsborough (and you?)
WHERE: around and about, mostly in Stygia!
WHEN: through the end of October and any time during November!
WHAT: catch-all; there's some notice board starters in here, or you can wildcard at any time!
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if anything comes up!

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[heavenstorn]

[ The stranger in question looks back at Aerith with surprise, though it quickly shifts into a pleasant one. He'd been standing before the board, arms folded, finally equipped with an actual greatsword thanks to Puck, and looking over the remaining jobs with renewed determination. This is what he does, what he's meant to do, and it's just as natural to have company along the way. A little thing like death isn't going to change that. ]

You mean this one, from the professor? [ He reaches out, tapping a knuckle on the posting to confirm. ] I'd certainly welcome the aid.

[ Could he do it alone? Probably, now that he's armed, though it would still be risky...and while he's not one to let something like that stop him, he's not stupid.

Not about this sort of thing, at least. ]

Do you fight?

[aflowers]

[ Maybe later she'll apologize for startling him (probably not), but right now she has one thing on her mind, and that's getting the job underway. She's not particularly bothered by the fact that the man to whom she's found herself speaking his large, bunny-like ears protruding from the top of his head— although he'll probably notice the green of her eyes trail up their length, adding practically another foot to his height— which is otherwise not that much more than her own.

Her eyes alight on his sword, and brighten, before returning to his face. In response to the question, she nods. ]

I can hold my own.

[ Even if, right now, "holding her own" has to be done with a makeshift staff and her magic only sometimes working.

But that's a worry for later on, as far as she's concerned.

She holds out her hand with a smile. ]

I'm Aerith. And you are?

[heavenstorn]

[ In life he was already a rare sight so he's more than used to the sort of look Aerith's currently giving him, or rather, giving his ears... He wouldn't even mind if she had a question or two but it's better to focus on more important matters.

Unfolding his arms he turns to give Aerith a proper look himself. Bright eyes...and the weapon she carries reads 'mage' to him. If he's guessed right then he absolutely believes her. Though she'll 'hold her own' more easily if she has someone like him backing her up.

Which is fine by him. After all that's also what he does, what he's meant to do. ]

Cedrik. [ He smiles back and takes her hand, shaking it firmly as he would with any fellow adventurer. ] Cedrik Reede. Full glad to meet you, Aerith. Shall we? I'd rather not leave this one waiting any longer than it has...and we can get to know one another on the way.

sorry for the delay! still catching up. ♥

[aflowers]

[ Even though she hardly stares at him before her eyes move to his sword instead, she would still apologize if he were to ask her about it; after all, she knows what it is to be gawked at like one is something different, and it's not nice. And who knows— maybe where he's from, ears like that are the norm. She's already met some people here who are... quite different from her, to say the least.

She smiles brightly at the suggestion though, returning the shake with one that is firm, but with a hint of gentleness to it. ]

It's nice to meet you, Cedrik. [ And then, to the rest of his statement, a resolute nod, before she sets out in (what she hopes) is the right direction. After all, they're not exactly sure where these things are, right?

Come to think of it, there's a lot she doesn't know about this. Maybe she should have researched first.

Or maybe they'll get lucky.

Either way, as they move, she turns to smile at Cedrik. ] With a sword like that, you have to be some sort of mercenary, right?

[ Maybe later she can figure out where he got it from, and organize a proper staff for herself, rather than the branch strapped to her back right now. ]

[heavenstorn]

[ Luck is usually a healthy factor in Cedrik's usual methods so he isn't worried. At least they're heading for Serene, where the petition came from. From there someone can point them towards the last known sighting or where the most recent remains were found and then there will be more clues... It'll work out.

At the question he reaches back, fingers brushing over the long handle. It doesn't look new but it has been well cared for. The decay that usually plagues mundane items has yet to set in. ]

I'm an adventurer but...'mercenary' isn't far off, to be fair.

[ He gives a chagrined little smile before nodding to Aerith's own weapon. It may be only a placeholder, but he's seen mages using 'natural' looking canes like that before. ]

And you? A conjurer, am I right?

[aflowers]

[ Aerith's not sure she's heard the word "conjurer" as a job title before, but it's true that some of what she does could be considered a type of conjury. The wards and offensive magic she can naturally cast both do come out of basically nothing, and isn't that the very meaning of "conjuring"?

That said, she's not sure it's a title she can comfortably take for herself. She shakes her head with a small, embarrassed smile. ]

I'm not really anything like that. I'm just a florist. I have some natural magic, but... most of the time I need Materia to do anything special. It's a type of crystallized energy from my planet... but I don't have any of it here.

[ Luck is a factor of course, but she knows her way around Serene at this point. And she's sure she can think of any number of people they can talk to if necessary, too. ]

[heavenstorn]

[ His eyes light up at the mention of Materia. Though she describes it a curious way--

Cedrik skips past that, jumping to the conclusion he hopes for first. ]

Materia--I'm familiar! You're from Hydaelyn?

[ He's not sure why he'd excited by the idea, he's not thinking too deeply on it. But someone else from his star would mean that him being here isn't some impossible fluke. Surely that would mean something, wouldn't it? ]

[aflowers]

[ Unfortunately for him, Aerith's response to his words is to blink, her confusion more than evident on her face as she shakes her head. He says he's familiar with Materia, but the name he asks of her... ]

I'm sorry, no. Or at least... if I am, I've never heard it called that before. My planet... we call it Gaia.

[ Although it's not like she's been everywhere— Maybe there's somewhere on the planet that they call it by something else? And from meeting Red XIII, she knows there are peoples with animal-like features... ]

Have you ever heard of Midgar? It's a big city run by the Shinra corporation.

[heavenstorn]

[ Hydaelyn the star has another name as well, but it isn't Gaia. Though that name alone is another odd coincidence...at this point he doubts it's more than that. Some of Cedrik's enthusiasm visibly dampens, but he tries to keep a smile on his face, even if it's smaller. ]

Well, as many stars as there are, I suppose it's to be expected that similar names will crop up more than once... I know of Midgardsormr, for instance, but he's a great wyrm, not a city.

[ Cedrik shrugs the trouble away. ]

Forgive me for the confusion, Aerith. Perhaps you'll find an alternative means of casting magic, though in my experience it's all dampened down here...we'll need to take added care.