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Niso chuckled a little as Orion seemed to have the same chill energy regarding a retelling of his other self as his other self would usually hold about most things. As he glanced towards him, he wondered what was meant by “millefiore” but he casually shrugged it off and kept walking, mind wandering blindly for a while before Orion full out stopped. Even Niso wasn’t so oblivious that he didn’t know what that might have been for, a brief nervous spike hidden well beneath his usual expressions.
“Well maybe millions is exaggerating…tends of thousands is probably the closer number…” Yeah the wasteland wasn’t all THAT big. And a lot of the Pokemon had been fleeing the area at the time, so yeah he felt pretty stable with that number. With Orion walking with him again he felt hopeful there wasn’t an issue that was big enough to worry the other and he started walking again himself, chiming in with an upbeat tune. “Oh no!~” He smirked nice and wide. “The police even knew about it apparently? Like, of course they did, but they knew where I lived is what I mean. Some dumb guy with a drinking problem ran the place so I think that’s why I got away with it. That and my girlfriend has very good puppy eyes.”
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 25, 2019 14:11:00 GMT
A vague, uncomfortable look came and went from Orion’s features as Niso shrunk the number some. Yellow eyes flickered forward, but wolfly ears shifted up on his head to listen to every word a bit harder now. The police even knew about it and didn’t do anything? Yeash.
“Lucky,” Orion slowly answered thereafter. “In my— my home world, there’s an organization called the Vindice that deal with people who bring the underworld up to the overworld,” he paused and smirked. “The underworld being like nasty stuff and criminal organizations and whatnot and the overworld being normal people.” He nodded at that. “But they punish the hell out of you for making a scene, basically.” A sharp, dry laugh came and went from Orion. “Ten outta ten I wouldn’t suggest messing with ‘em.” Not that Niso even could here in the World Tree.
Orion’s lips pressed together hard for a second before he finally went on again. “Did you guys have powers called Flames? At all?” he asked a bit disjointedly now. “Flames of the Sky or Flames of the Earth or even the Flame of the Night?” He had started to pick at some fresh skin on his neck drawing attention to a rather light tattoo on it. It looked vaguely like a cross but with circles inside and on the ends (and many more spokes coming out from the central circle) with a O in the middle of the center.
Niso smiled a little as Orion seemed mostly accepting, though his own perceptive eyes noticed he seemed to be paying a lot more attention, earning a chuckle from Niso himself as he was simply called lucky, placing a hand on his chest and cheekily spinning on his heel briefly while majorly keeping pace and maintaining the momentum of his walk. “Oh yes, to have a girlfriend with such sweet open eyes, but the heart to love me and share in my chaos? I’m the luckiest Niso in the multiverse!~”
Hearing more about Orion’s home, he rolled his eyes at the explanation of the terms.”Oh please, you heard me just rattle on. You think I don’t know what under and overworld can mean in crime terms?~” He gave a cheeky smirk, looking in Orion’s direction a second too long that when he turned his head back his cheekiness was removed as he headbutted a lamppost, staggering back and holding his head with a hiss. “Don’t worry…I’m okay…keep going.”
Rubbing his head as he heard more, his eyes drifted to the tattoo, not really recognizing the symbol, especially since churches dedicated to Arceus used different symbols anyway. “Er…I controlled something called an Aura but me and it kinda fell out of our mutual agreement when I got here. My friend still has their powers but apparently my auras all calm and gentle now whatever that means.” He shrugged. “Mostly we used Pokemon if you’re asking what sort of power we had. Really strong beasts with good heads on their shoulders. We kept them in tiny balls and somehow they obeyed us even though they could slaughter us easy…its really weird looking back on it now.”
He gave a very big shrug, looking to Orion as the redness on his own forehead rapidly faded. “No idea what a night flame is though.”
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 25, 2019 15:11:59 GMT
A small ‘pffff’ of air escaped from Orion as Niso assured him he was the luckiest to have a girlfriend rather than say immortality and no consequences. He might have said something further but opening up about… some things… was… yeah nah.
Heh, at least Niso seemed to both understand catch on pretty quick. “Hey, you never know with people,” he quipped back with a small shoulder shrug— ???? Orion winced as Niso walked right into the stationary item. “Fuck….??” He was ok? Eh, Orion guessed. Orion failed to repress a small snicker after the fact.
Aura… Orion vaguely knew what that was in his world’s terms. A brow raised as Niso described his, but Orion didn’t say anything immediately. Pokemon… “You mean the gane boy games??” Or whatever generation of game-whatever-the-fuck they were on now. “Like … uh… Pikachu and stuff??” It had been years since he had played, but Orion was quick to drag up a few memories of such things. The more Niso described it, though, the more Orion was sure. “I played that back in like… elementary school…” he laughed a little at that. Only to sigh some as Niso explained that he didn’t have anything else resembling his elusive Flames. Ah well…
Niso just rubbed his head some with a borderline sheepish expression at his mixup with the lamppost. Where he back in his own world he may have gotten Karlak to rip it out of place just out of spite, but he wasn’t really feeling trying to see how that would work without a Pokemon to help him. Instead he just rolled his shoulder back as his forehead healed.
Wait, what? “Game boy…you mean…the practice toys kids use?” No wait of course not, different worlds and all. But as Orion explained his own version, Niso rounded him entirely and stopped them both dead so he could look him dead in the eye. “Wait wait wait…in my world game boys are like…practice toys for kids, so they can learn how to use Pokemon safely but…You’re saying they also exist in your world? My…my world is just a VIDEO GAME in your world…!?”
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 25, 2019 15:33:05 GMT
Orion stopped short as Niso rounded him. Staring back at Niso, Orion raised an eye brow. “Like… like a handheld video game, yeah,” he answered making a vague ‘playing the game’ gesture with his hands. “They were really popular when they first came out, really expensive too…” He shrugged a bit and set a hand on the back of his neck. “They were made in Japan by some weird anime creator or something?” Yeah, he really didn’t know the origin on that. “The graphics kind of sucked looking back but…. yeah?”
“….” Niso was silent, both stunned and just…bewildered in equal measure. Arms falling to his sides his brain tried to just…menetally comprehend that. It was like a reverse Isekai anime, suddenly realizing you were just some little bit of fiction in another person’s world. Now, Niso wasn’t prone to existential crisis since he’d become immortal…but the fraction of a chance that his whole life was just someone playing it out on a video game in another world sent another chill down his spine. Mostly just from the chance that all the chaos he’d ever caused was just…someone else pressing his literal buttons.
“…huh.” Was all that eventually escaped him, wondering if this was how that Arnold schwazenager felt in that movie the last action hero…His shoulders sagged a bit and just drifted his gaze off to the side as he put his hands in his pockets. “That is…the weirdest bombshell illever get.”
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 25, 2019 16:36:20 GMT
Orion stared at Niso. He couldn’t really get all of what was going on in the guy’s head, but he could guess quite a bit of what he was feeling. As Niso finally spoke, Orion hummed in response. “You kind of radiate that free will chaos persona,” he assessed reaching up to scratch a small scab on his chin. “Does it bother you that your world is fake to mine? Or was fake… or whatever the hell is fake to this world?” It wasn’t like Orion hadn’t thought of that at some point staying there for ten plus years. It had come about at the time he realized he’d probably never go home, heh.
“…Yeah. A LOT if I’m honestl” Blunt honesty was always his strong suit, but it came with a ‘what the hell’ level shrug as he turned on his heel and started to walk backwards. “I mean…if I’m a game in your universe, was someone controlling every action I was doing against the world order? Are all my chaotic actions just some kids trauma and power fantasy? Is me settling down with my girlfriend just because they started a new save? Or put in some mod to make it more like a Sims game?” He shrugged heavily again, sighed, and turned to walk the right way again.
“…But hey. I’ve literally put my thumbs in God’s jaw and lived to tell the tale.” He said, referring to Orion and the fact he’d shoved his hands in his maw with a cheeky smirk. “That’s something off the bucket list…” He let out a long breath. “End of the line, I’m here, in the real world, meeting people I was fake to, so hey at least now I’m as real as they are right? Maybe everything in my world WAS my choice…maybe it wasn’t…”
He stopped, looked across the street at a literal china shop…and paused.
“Maybe I should smash that place up just to prove I can. Ya know. Free will and all.” He smirked lazily and made flimsy jazz hands.
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 25, 2019 17:21:16 GMT
Orion couldn’t help but smirk at Niso’s mix of nonchalant-ness and brutal honest. He briefly considered turning around and walking backwards as well, but the thought of running into a pole didn’t actually sound all that great to someone who healed quickly but not that quickly.
“Ah…” Yeah, he figured about as much. Niso’s assessment had been his own to one degree or another. A snort escaped from him as he was referred to as God in a roundabout way. “I wouldn’t suggest doing it again,” was all he’d answer back with, a toothy grin coming to his features. But Niso had gone on again considering this world. Orion’s gaze raised upwards to the sky above them. From this position, Caeluma didn’t even seem to be flying. Orion knew that it was, but how easily his senses could be tricked by magic always vaguely got to him.
As Niso stopped moving, however, Orion stopped as well. The comment fell flat very briefly before Orion too saw what Niso was looking at. “You could,” he answered. “But I wouldn’t ruin Caeluma’s livelihood, heh.” He glanced away and grinned a bit. “The people of this town’re likely to tie you to the bottom feet of the golem and let you hang as it makes its rounds. Actually, no that sounds kinda cool. You should do it.” A sharper than normal laugh escaped from Orion at that.
Niso let out a long sigh. Damn even this Orion wanted him to behave? What happened to the days where he could do stuff like this on a whim? I mean...technically he COULD still do it, and the words from Orion technically turned to encouragement at the end.
Orion probably had about a half minute to stop Niso if he wanted to, as Niso stepped to the side, picking up a loose bit of metal piping that had been leaning against the wall of a nearby alleyway, the immortal teen smiling wide as he swung it about before resting it on his shoulder and starting to cross the road.
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 26, 2019 16:14:41 GMT
“Kdjhaksdh…” Orion knew he had encouraged Niso to go for it, but he still didn’t quite expect him to. As the metal piping was picked up, swung for effect, and then set forth to become the bull in the China shop, Orion watched on. He should stop it. Causing a scene in Mercator would be bad for everyone involved, but he was also very—
“Hey, what the hell are you doing—“ Niso would find his shoulder caught not by Orion but by a rather tall red haired man with a scar over one eye. He loomed over his own shades, his bright red eyes fixed on Niso.
Orion had immediately straightened in place. “Klaus—“
“Wasn’t talking to you, Orion,” Klaus answered twisting his hand to spin Niso around. “Was talking to this punk.” Orion grimaced again.
Niso stopped with the hefty hand catching his shoulder, looking over his shoulder with an oblivious smile, looking the tall guy up and down. Now, he could just behave, say he was on his way to a lead pipe based baseball game, buuuut...he was trying to push the chaotic boat out, so his mouth produced the words before he could truly regret them.
He spinned on his heels as he was forced to, and tilted the tip of the pipe towards the beastly fellow. "I was gonna pound someone's face in to see if I could make them the ugliest mother fucker imagineable, but seeing you makes me feel it's a futile task.~"
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Mar 8, 2019 1:22:05 GMT
“Oh…fuck…” Orion slapped a hand over his face. He couldn’t watch. Actually, he could, but he didn’t want to. The second-hand embarrassment from even associating with Niso would kill him dead in front of Klaus. If Klaus didn’t do so anyways.
The large red-haired man’s face twisted up on one side into a snarl. “Kid.” A hand reached forward seizing Niso by the shirt and easily lifting him up off the ground. Klaus’s face was drawing closer, and Niso would be able to see the details of other much lighter scars on his face. “That’s hilarious.”
“Ohthankfuck…” Orion deflated all at once slowly lowering his hand as he watched Klaus lean back again. The redhead’s grip on Niso’s shirt remained firm, but his own body had relaxed some.
Klaus was chuckling a weird harsh tone but a chuckle none the less.