2 Chapter Two: Mutual (2/2)
”Well that's a fine way to say THANK YOU!” Siran says.
”Well” Alex says, ”as flashy as you were, you aren't exactly the most comfortable person to be around”
”Ouch” Siran says. He snaps his fingers and the sounds from outside the alley, such as people walking and talking, can once again be heard as Siran releases his barrier. ”Anyways, I'm totally down for getting a drink while we're here, what d'ya say?”
”How do you even have money?” Alex asks.
”Ah, I don't.” Siran says. ”That's why I'm asking you”
”But..” Alex tries to process Siran's actions. ”How did you pay for one last night, where'd that money come from?”
”Found it” Siran says.
”I don't believe that at all” Alex says. ”Do you think I'm an idiot? Where'd it come from?”
”I'll tell you after a drink” Siran says as he winks.
Alex lets out a loud sigh, then says ”Unbelievable. Fine, but if you stole it, I swear that I'll take you in”
”Deal” Siran says.
The two begin talking over some drinks. Their conversation begins with Siran saying ”So you wanted to know more about me, right?”
”You're just going to suddenly open up” Alex says.
”Well,” Siran says ”I still can't tell you most of the things about me, but I had to wait until I can show you that I'm at least a little trustworthy. I mean, I wouldn't just believe a random stranger either.”
”Fair enough” Alex says, ”proceed”.
”Well, as you can tell, I can cast spells without needing a charm to channel magic and I'm very good at controlling magic, both by casting and controlling others' magic. I can't tell you why though, you'll just have to trust me. As for my ID, as you probably guessed it is a fake”
”So you admit it finally” Alex says while sipping out of his mug.
”Well” Siran says, ”it's not like it's stolen from someone, I made it myself. Besides, I didn't make it so I can drink underage. I'm actually way older than it says on my ID”
”How much older?” Alex asks.
”Well, according to this ID, I would only be 23 years old. However, you wouldn't believe me if I told you how old I actually am”
”Try me” Alex says.
”Uhh, well” Siran says while scratching his head. ”Somewhere around 195 years old...”
Alex pauses then starts laughing very loudly. Siran laughs with him, and when they both calm down, Alex asks ”anyways, the money you had?”
”Oh, right” Siran says and sits up. ”Part time work, you could say”
”Really?” Alex asks, ”For whom?”
”Well that part you might not like” Siran says. ”I help out from time to time at this arms developer's shop. One just outside of the country here. ”
”What?” Alex asks. ”But those dealers are-”
”Are deemed an illegal trade, yes” Siran says. ”But, the owner there doesn't sell to just anyone. They only sell to soldiers of any country. The shop is set up in essentially that small land mass considered neutral land. Not a part of any country, but governed by its market essentially. So the owner holds no bias to which soldiers they sell to the most, but also refuses to trade with anyone who can't prove they're not going to do something stupid with their tools. Since they make the weapons themself, they're all custom made and unique. Making them easier to be traced to their store”
”Well, why don't we go down there some time and get you some work?” Alex asks.
”Why?” Siran says.
”Because the next round is NOT on me” Alex says. ”I'm not paying for your next drink. Besides, I'd like to investigate this arms dealer. See if he himself is up to no good”
”She, actually” Siran says. ”Her name is Violet. But everyone calls her Vivi. Oh, and by the way, I mostly just did cleaning chores for work there, in case you might've thought that I may know how to make her weapons”
The two talk a bit more and head home. They made plans to head out of the country to visit the arms dealer named Vivi that Siran spoke of, and the two felt a little bit closer. They were now, even if just a little, more comfortable being around each other.