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Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 8, 2019 18:15:21 GMT
It didn't bother Alistair to eat alone, he did that most of the time at his shop. Drinking alone, in and of itself, didn't bother him either, but some nights he could fixate on the wrong things, so he tried not to.
But here in the desert of Ardura, once the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature took a dive, and Alistair appreciated the feeling of warmth from his... well, he hadn't actually paid attention to what he was ordering. Cheap alcohol of some kind, effective but with a flavor worse than any of his potions, including those from The Old Days.
The food was good, though, and so was the music -- a young man playing piano on a small stage towards the back. He'd been playing for a while, and now that he seemed to be taking a break, it seemed a good time to speak with him.
Maybe it was the ale(?), maybe it was that Alistair knew he needed to practice his social skills so he didn't run off customers. Whatever the case, he made his way over and said, "That was some very good playing. What kind of music was that? I didn't recognize it."
Niso's skill as a pianist wasn't exactly his first go to when he realized he had to make money in this world for two reasons. One, robbing people was just far easier, quicker, and had much higher returns for the time invested...at least in his home-world. Back then he had powerful creatures to help him intimidate and threaten, and here, it seemed solely relying on his immortality when his body was so weak and frail would only get him so far.
The second reason he didn't instinctively turn to it was because it was a remnant of who he used to be before he...well. Snapped. He wasn't ashamed of it and it didn't bring back bad memories, but par the odd time he'd played for Sera or in a contest she was partaking in, he'd never really indulged in this talent...but with nothing else to do, and not yet equipped to do much more than survive in this odd new world, playing piano at a local resteraunt - bar hybrid wasn't so bad an option. As much as he thought it would bore him, he actually entered a somewhat zen like state when playing, a gentle expression on his face all the while as he managed to play his tunes to the end.
He was so out of it in fact he didn't realize someone was speaking to him till they ended up asking their question, carefully putting the wooden cover down over the keys of the resteraunt's piano. "H-huh? Oh er..." Right, he wasn't quite sure how people took to outsiders here yet so explaining his music was from his home was a risky move...but also, Niso did pride himself on honesty. it was always the more fun option. "It comes from my home. Just a few things I've learned over the years." Technically no lie there, even if he wasn't specific. "Thanks for the compliment, I was a bit rusty when I first got here but I think I've found my rhythm again."
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 8, 2019 18:33:35 GMT
"I see," Alistair said, and tilted his head to one side. "Where is that, exactly? I've technically been through every flower now, I think, but I only leave Caeluma for a few days at a time, so I'm a bit woefully out of touch with the various cultures. Taverns are about the only place I have to talk to people." He blinked (probably, hard to tell with only one eye) and shook his head. "Sorry, sorry. I'm Alistair. You?"
Niso couldn't really avoid this with careful wording so easily buuut it was a fun little mental game for him to try. "Oh Ardura's where I hang my hat now but I came from somewhere else entirely." He smirked a little, pushing back from the piano enough to comfortably lean his elbows on the key-cover that he'd lowered comfortably relaxing now and letting his eyes drift up to the person addressing him. Someone else may have been annoyed by the fact their break was kinda being stolen by this, but Niso was curious about this world in general, so any interactions he could get didn't hurt. "No idea why you're sorry, but my names Niso.~" He offered out his hand with a nice wide smirk.
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 9, 2019 5:21:22 GMT
"Ah, well," Alistair started. "Just that it's polite to introduce oneself, isn't it?" He shrugged and smiled, though there was still a nervous edge to his voice. "Nice to meet you, Niso. Are you off long enough for a drink? I'll buy." He blinked, then hastily added, "Ah, this isn't me hitting on you, just... Compensating for your time." It really wasn't anything like Alistair would do to flirt -- if he ever even had the inclination to begin with -- but once he'd realized what he'd offered, the heat rose to his face regardless.
Hopefully it could be passed off as from the drink. Maybe he could even convince himself of that.
"Well maybe but who really uses names these days?~" Niso spoke with a weirdly chipper tone, as if he was some wise old man delivering wisdom he felt should be second knowledge. Sure maybe one day he could hold that title but right now the most he’d aged since he became immortal was two years, so he wasn’t so ‘wise beyond his years’ as the title of immortal may have implied. “Seriously though I once worked with a group of people and I never learned their names. I just referred to them as ‘that guy’ and ‘that other guy who drives my vaaaa-wagon’.” Right some vehicles did still exist in this odd little magic world, running on magic however that worked, but Niso had yet to see a Van so better safe than sorry. “I mean even some I did learn the name of I just ended up using nicknames for, like green-head mcpsychic or green head mcstabby…I knew a lot of green haired people.”
Shrugging casually, having gone off on a bit of a ramble there, he turned his smile back to the man intruding slightly on his break and offered a dazed little smile, like he wasn’t quite in the moment. “I’m hardly one for pleasantries myself anyway. You could call me scruffy head for all I care so long as I know it’s me you’re referring to.” Pushing away from the Piano, Niso’s oblivious mind hadn’t registered the potential flirting until the other man brought it up, at which point he himself got just a tad flustered. Genophobia basically meant anything flirty got right under his skin when he recognized it. “O-oh don’t worry I didn’t even think about that. I-if you don’t mind buying me something non-acloholic I’d appreciate the offer…I’m a bit short on cash lately.”
Hopping off his stool he walked over to the bar with his new little aquintance, asking for a simple mango juice if prompted. If he was told Mango juices didn’t exist in this world, he’d just ask for something fruity before taking a seat, looking to the person paying for his drinks with a bright expression. “So! You a native or one of the…they call them outsiders I think?”
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 9, 2019 17:55:55 GMT
"Yes, ah, lets," Alistair said and promptly caught the bartender's attention, asking for a mango juice and a black tea.
It would taste like ash, Alistair knew, all cheap black tea did. But it was better than a hangover.
Once they sat down, apparently Niso's nerves had settled, having asked his question with apparent ease.
"Ah, well," Alistair said. "I've lived on Caeluma for the better part of a decade, now, but... No, I'm no native. I'm not originally from..." Alistair gestured vaguely at their general surroundings. "Here, the world tree, wherever this is."
Alistair shrugged. "And yes, that's the general term for it, 'Outsiders.' Apropos for me, I suppose."
It was less that Niso was mad uncomfortable and recovered, more he was briefly reminded of his genophobia, but skipping past that had him return to his usual, oblivious, psychotic / sociopathic self. He could never keep track of which one he was so why bother. A world like this probably didn't even have enough psychologists to care anyway. Grabbing his mango juice he wondered if they were a native fruit or if some outsider was lucky enough to fall with mango...seeds? Yeah they had seeds right. Anyway, thoughts were getting away from him, where was h-OH YEAH.
"Oh you're an outsider? Cool me too! Just got here a while ago. Like...same year I think? Do they have years here?" He shrugged, still catching up with everything in this new environment, pulling the juice towards himself and sipping from the straw he'd been provided. "Well you look like you've adjusted well enough at least. This er...magic stuff everyone does here. You managed to pick it up?"
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 10, 2019 0:58:26 GMT
Alistair chuckled, and said, "Yes, they have years here. From what I've heard, most realms have years, and of about the same length to boot, interestingly enough." He shrugged. "As for magic, that's..." He grimaced, took a sip of his tea to think over his wording. He immediately put the cup back down a bit harder than necessary, and glared as if it has personally insulted him.
"Magic here is different than it was in my birthplace," he finally said. "It's not a foreign concept, but there's only one thing I can still do that I could there." As he spoke, Alistair reached for his satchel, and rifled around until he found what he was looking for -- an unremarkable, fist-sized stone, smooth like it had spent eons tumbling at the bottom if a river.
Without waiting to see whatever Niso was actually still paying attention or not, he tossed the rock in the air, held out his elbow, and whistled -- all in the space of a few moments. In the does stone's place, a raven flapped its way noisily down to land on Alistair's arm.
The raven let out a low croak as he looked between Alistair and this other person. It probably wasn't necessary to take out Wolfsbane just to show off, this young man -- practically a boy, still -- doesn't look like much of a customer. It wasn't surprising that this thought would pop into Alistair's head once Wolfsbane had settled, but nonetheless Alistair glared at the bird and said, "Oh, be quiet, you."
"Huh, most of them have years...maybe then the world tree only links its self to worlds with similar elements..." He shrugged casually, it would be an interesting theory, that the world tree only takes in people who could adjust easily to it. "I mean I've heard more people than me come from worlds without magic but..." He drummed his fingers along the edge of the glass he was drinking from before looking to Alistair more fully again, drawing himself from his weird little theory.
“I had…Something, akin to magic myself, but it was more just manipulating this weird energy thing and the uses were very limited. Heck my home’s equivalent of animals could do it better than any human could ever hope to. Imagine that. The equivalent of a household pet being better at magic than you.” He snickered a little into his drink as he had another sip. He did briefly feel a tang of guilt at losing his lost companions, but that quickly faded simply due to how his brain worked.
Looking over to the little rock as it transformed, Niso pulled back a little, narrowing his eyes and wondering how the hell magic pulled that off. He was never one for science but he always felt he could rely on it a little, so this world kept throwing him for loops…then again in his world there was a scientific abomination that could shapeshift into anything so who was he to judge.
Niso quirked his brow when the bird made no sound but was told to be quiet, glancing to the man and making an assumption that came all too easily when his own girlfriend had the gift. “Oh, it psychic or something?”
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2019 10:43:48 GMT by Niso Konto
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 11, 2019 12:29:52 GMT
As Niso spoke of his own world, Alistair chuckled, but didn't reply. Once he was asked a question, though, Alistair nodded and answered, "Yes, or what amounts to it, anyway. Though I'm not sure whether Familiars -- at least those that function on the rules that mine does -- actually have independent thoughts themselves, or if it's simply an extension of my own, since--"
At this point the raven hopped up Alistair's arm so he could reach over and tweak Alistair's nose with his beak.
"--Ow!" Again, Alistair glared. "Whether or not he can hurt me," he said with a sarcastic edge to his voice, "the fact remains that Wolfsbane is nothing more than a manifestation of my own magic."
Niso had a brief moment of pride for guessing that. Psychic abilities weren’t exactly obvious, especially when things such as levitation covered that in this world now. He briefly let his mind wonder, wondering how Marceline would feel if she couldn’t find a magical equivalent to her brain washing psychic potential, but that was a thought for another day as he refocused on current company.
“Huh, so really you’re saying you hate yourself.~” He cheekily quipped as the bird bit them, snickering a little as the more malicious sadistic side of him reared it’s ugly head in the back of his…head. Okay poor choice of words but the idea was clear. “I’ve not been too eager to learn about the magic. Really I’m just glad I kept my own little magic trick from my own world.”
Not thinking much of it, Niso reached over the bar to where they kept cutlery from when peopled ordered food. Grabbing a knife, he twirled it in his fingers before slamming it down into the back of his other palm.
This was immediately regretted.
Biting the insides of his lip and cheek with a muffled cry of pain, Niso slammed his head down into the desk at his mistake to display his immortality, the wound around the knife closing around it so quickly he didn’t even get blood on the bar. At least, it didn’t seem like he did, as any blood he lost turned to dust the moment he healed. “NNNGH FUCK! I forgot that hurts now!” Lifting his head, the pain thankfully faded rapidly, and Niso was able to muster the strength to pull the knife from his hand. Apparently traveling to this world let him keep being immortal, but his pain tolerance was back to what it once was. That was gonna be fun training again… “And there ya go…you get a bird…I get to live forever with this crap.” He wiggled his fingers as his severed tendons regrew, making sure he was in working condition before wiping the knife off of the dust his blood had turned to and placing it back behind the bar. As far as he was concerned it was still sanitary enough.
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 11, 2019 20:10:07 GMT
"No," Alistair responded to Niso's comment, tone perhaps harsher than necessary, "I'm just contrary." Before he could say more, though, Niso continued, so Alistair let it be.
He watched Niso with mild interest until the other man straight up stabbed himself, at which point Alistair just about jumped out of his skin, and Wolfsbane was sent to flapping wildly to keep his balance on Alistair's arm. "What in the actual hells was--" he started, but was cut off by Niso's own cry of pain, followed by... well, it was too short to call it an explanation, really.
Once he'd regathered his nerves, Alistair said, "I don't envy you that." He paused, then added, "I'm not sure I would even if it were -- ah, still? -- painless."
If Alistair had noticed the knife, he probably would have been upset or unsettled, disagreeing it was sanitary, but thankfully for everyone involved he was still too hung up on the fact that his conversation partner had casually stabbed himself.
"Mmmm. It's not so much of a party trick when you scream I guess." Making sure his hand was working properly he shook it out at the end of his arm before relaxing and leaning into the bar again, casually taking a sip from his drink. "I mean it used to hurt a lot where I was from too but eventually i just got used to it and phased it out. First my girlfriend becomes a succubus and now I feel pain again, but hey, ya know what? At least I'm still immortal.~" He gave a cheeky smirk and lifted his drink in a cheers motion before downing about half of what was left of his juice to drink to that steady constant that he still couldn't die, a blissful sigh escaping him as the fact rested in his mind.
Post by Alistair Innova on Jan 11, 2019 20:43:51 GMT
"That's...fair," Alistair said. "And cheers." He raised his own mug in turn, and drank his tea -- even worse now for being lukewarm, but he'd paid for it, and he really did need to keep hydrated...
After which Alistair wasn't sure what to say to continue the conversation. Maybe he should just thank Niso, give him his business card, and leave? With regenerative immortality like that, though, he'd never need health potions. It's pointless.
Alistair glanced at Wolfsbane, who looked back at him. It's not 'needlessly' negative if it's just stating the facts. He sighed.
"I'd like to hear more about those magical housepets, I think," Alistair finally said, standing up, "but I think I've taken too much of your break already, or prevented you from heading home in a timely manner. Thank you again for your interesting playing." Another glance at Wolfsbane, then he dug in his pocket for a business card anyway. "If you're ever on Caeluma, feel free to look me up. It goes without saying that you won't need my health potions--" then why did he say it "--but, ah, perhaps that girlfriend you mentioned, or my other wares, or just to say hello." Alistair laid the card out on the bar between them, and bowed slightly. "Right, yes, thanks, I'll stop bothering you now."
As he backed away, Alistair couldn't shake the feeling that the whole conversation had been a mistake.