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.

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…

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?”

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.

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.

“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.