Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
The look the kid gave him made him froze in his tracks the smile slightly cracking on the inside.... This guy was not nice not nice at all, was it an asian thing? Even going so far as to shift his attention back to the tower making comment about enjoying the view and something wrong with that. A wise man would have walked away thought this kid wanted to be left alone.... He wasn't the brightest, especially when it came to people. A grin just grew as he pressed on even drawing very nicely toward the young male. Absolutely nothing! Why doesn't it look so cool! All the various geometry and mathematics went to design the whole thing? " He placed his hands upward as if the fingers somehow helped create the giant eiffel tower.
Super Personal? Why would his brother get all personal with somebody? He felt a bit baffled by this very idea... Maybe he should ask his brother why he was asking this girl personal questions.. Wait did he like the girl? His brother never brought home a date or really went out of his way to LIKE a girl. A small grin crossed his face at the thought, it sounded great.
"I kinda just...trusted him you know? Thought I had a...good read on him, thought he was a good person... "
Oh! Did she like him too? Maybe the two should get together, maybe he should be like. Oh! I know this guy can totally set you two up. Then he remembered she was a magic user, she would have to be killed... That shrunk his shipping side a bit, that was.... not good.
As if sensing his personal internal battle, she turned to him suddenly seeming to focus trying to really really figure this all out.. scratching her head talking about him.... as if breaking down this new enigma.
"He's not...a bad person though. He's just...stupid. Really stupid. Like he doesn't realize all the sad things he's saying..."
Really? He never pinned his brother as one who didn't understand things.. Then you know... The more he thought about it.. maybe she was right.. He did seem more silent, but he was just observing right? Nothing too out of ordinary? Maybe she was just confused, checking him out not noticing the great emotional normal person his brother was. Yeah that was it.
"What, you got a magic wand to wave and make all my problems go away fairy godmother?"
Well.... Not want, but definitly magic goo. That was sticky and glittery that made him question every single slime container he saw at the store wondeirng why kids WANT to get into the stuff. She seemed to be joking messing around enjoying herself... Soon talking of Princes and ballroom dancing. Ha! She did like him!
"But do I wanna forget everything about meeting little ol' Julius huh?"
She seemed caught in some sort of debate, like this was a serious thing she was really taking seriously. This helped him a lot better to trust that whatever he did, it was after all her choice and he was not forcing it on her. Why was he the only one that struggled with these kinds of things? Noire just be shouting KILL HER! Experiment! Serve The Vice! Mybe it was a newbie problem? He found himself staring at his hands thinking about it his new role in this new world.
"...My Mom told me that there are things in life you can't pave over. Harsh, painful things that really hurt whenever you think about it. Why? "
He looked up to look at her flinching as the flask came down on the table with a small noice. Her words continuing about burying something that meant a lot to you.... Pausing cocking her head as if in thought about the whole thing... Speaking about forgetting already, shaking her head beside him pigtails hitting his face.
"Meh, if its important he'll remind me right? OH! I CAN ASK HIM!"
What was important? What needed to be reminded of... WAit... She held oup his card, THAT was his business card! Huh. "Ask?! You can't ask hima t this hour!" Alex quickl spoke leaning over her snatching the card from her grasp, "Especially like this... You're drunk off your ass." Practically his voice coming out in a snap at her whole mental state, setting the card on the table.
He leaned back giving her more room, fighting her should she go for the card again. "Look I know you can use magic, so would you please just let me.. help you!" He spoke softly almost in a whisper. "I-I have the ability to remove unwanted thoughts... it-it isn't permanent.... but.. you know... just... enough to ease your pains BE your Fairy Godmother!"probably forever if you'd ask me..... He thought the last part to himself with a slight grim uncertain face. What was he doing? Where was Noire to help him out.... this was just.. He was the worst subservant ever!
She about floped on the couch, the very same couch he noticed was still yellow goo left over from his powers acting up when Noire Wynter was over forcing him to learn how to better control them. A small blusha t the thought of what had happened quickly raised to his cheeks, quickly pushing the thoughts down as she began with her story.
"He tied me up!"
Tied her up?! Who would do such a thing? Definitly not his Julius, had to be somebody out!
"I trust him and go out and a limb and you know what he does?"
Her body form changed slightly as she seemed to mock something that sound ectremely off base from expected of this random stranger. He held in a slight smile thinking she was just being overly drunk dramatic. As she went on about rope and awkward direct question. Did she just say awkward? He felt a small bile no way would it be his brother... His brother was kind sweet and cared about others. Was always nice to others, why he may seemed out of place, it seemed awfully okay to Alex. Prosecutor.... Yeah.... There was only.. one.. he knew of...
"I mean that whole...thing was just a weird ass day. Although...he was a lot thinner then I thought he would be."
Thinner? There were lots of guys thinner... Right... He felt the bile thicken there wasnt a possible way... That... She was being serious, oh gawd she was being serious... His brother.. it was his actual.. brother.. Tied her up.... And now she was asking about alcohol using its miraculous properties... to work magic.
He cleared his throat, "di-did he just ask questions? Wha-what kind of questions? " He asked uncertain... Hugely Uncertain... Was his brother really this awful? Surely not... Surely she was just drunk acting out and pictured this whole imaginary scene.. Yeah. and he is sort of cop-like... Not full cop, but enough not to hesitate to use cuffs when in danger... maybe the rope was a temporary cuff. "What did you trust him with? Yo-you really... Wish to forget about the whole encounter? Even a little? Even though its so important?"
This... This.. He could help this girl out.... Just practice his powers, he was suppose to practice right? Make her forget all about... The guy.. but... wasn't it temporary... What was the chances of her running into him again? There were thousands of this city... Chances of two magic users.. "Do-do... you believe in magic? you know the alcohol.." He flinched awkwardly moving in his chair, crap....
"Eh, yeah I guess...I might have partied a little too hardy..."
A little too hardy? He rolled his eyes just imagining what this type of girl could do at a bar. It definitly was not the 'fun' 'hardy' type he was interested in.
"But how else am I supposed to forget about friggin Julius? I'm young! My memory is still good!"
Wait, Julius? This made him pause, was it his brother she was referring to? He looked at her completely baffled trying to figure out what his brother an organized prosecutor would want to upset somebody? Maybe she understood? Maybe they were dating, note to self call and check.... "I mean the only way I can face that guy again is if I pretend I barely remember him." He wasn't sure how to respond to it, deciding to pocket that information... maybe he could help the woman out? Erase her memories? Would that help? What if his brother actually liked her though. No wait, it probably wasn't his brother after all hundreds of Julius.. After all... "I'm telling you, without this? Next time I see that guy, it'd be awkward as hell."
WHAT HAPPENED?! He couldn't help but wonder, deciding to ask. If possible after he was home.. Was it just pure conciendence that this julius with powers, met this woman as well? Was Magic users just naturally attracted to each other? Or was the whole city magical? No wait... He'd sense that, it wasn't... He wasn't going crazy...
"Are you accusing me, Ayakka, of being tipsy Alex?"
She turned toward him with a harsh longated look that while made it pretty obvious she was wasted, really really made him flinch back in fear. She was definintly not somebody to piss off, and definitly not the type to trust with your wine cellar.
"Because I will have you know I am plastered good sir! And I appreciate your offer. But!"
She held up her finger dramatically, once more making him shiver in a slight edge of fear. When did he start fearing women? Was it just that he was running into these strong persona types? Or just.. You know, he decided to let that one go.
. "You cant catch me off guard that easily! I may be piss drunk, but I know a fast one when I see one!"
Before he could even have a chance to respond she was already asking if she was a murderer, and he feared for a quick moment she planned to kill him on the spot. How dare he even think of asking a lady over. What was he? A moron? A large blush crossed his face as uncertainty filled it all over, maybe this girl was a bad idea? Besides... Wasn't he suppose to be the murderer here? not her.... Was she? Was that her beef with his brother? Trying to put her in jail.. Some sort of secret killer on the side of saving people.... She didn't read that way.. So. "Buuuuuut if you wanna let me stay inside till the storm dies and I can get a cab....?"
He wasn't sure how to respond to her at all, quickly blaming her drunkness for all the problems he was having on the walk back home. "Yes... You can leave when the storm dies." He commented voice coming off exhuasted and definintly already tired of her drunkness antics.
Quickly unlocking the door to his apartment, fingers crossed for no unexpected visitors, a thing happening him quite recently. He walked in turned on the light, enjoying the warmth flowing from inside. "Make yourself at home." The comment coming out as he dropped off his jacket and supplies, getting more comfortable.
Once sitting down and feeling much better, he decided to ask her the very serious questions from before. "What did this Julius do to you, anyway?"
ooc: Sorry for terrible skippy post... I was playing mobile games at exact same time writing this.... and sneezing badly...
"Nice meeting you Ringo, Alex.." He replied his name, nodded with a taste of uncertainty as Ringo offered the Grief seeds. Followed him to clean the gem.. Only to learn, its a bit harder when your gem still in your chest.
The woman seemed to shuffling suddenly, what was she doing? He backed off suddenly worried she planned to throw something at him.. Or attack him.. Or scream.. Or... Something? What he got instead was a silver flask on the ground, her clumsily turning around to pick it up... Taking a swig. What was... Why did she.. He was completely baffled by her very existence and actions, to the point of actually taking a bit of pity on her. Maybe she should just sleep at his apartment? Till she felt even a little better? No need... For somebody to take advantage of a young lady like her...
"Eh it'll sort itself out right? I don't see anymore burning trashcans so that means its good right?"
The words came spilling out, followed by her hiccuping and the words built up escaping to nothingness. "Eer.." Was all he could struggle in reply to all her dizzy actions, happy she ansered about normally... Yes.. Saving people.. That today was her day off, and was being... Responsible? By drinking? What? He felt confused, "wha-what.. Did yo-" He stopped midsentence as she suddenly mentioned about taking a drink, and calling him a friend. His eyes growing wide as her hands practically thrusted a silver flask into his hand. Wha...What.... Her large amber eyes watching studiously... Unfocused.. At him.. Making him wonder she truly planned to make him drink her backwash... Luckily.. She suddenly spouted more words at him asking his name. He sighed holding the flask back at her, "No thank you. You're drunk enough for the both of us.... Alex.. My name is... Alex."
He mumbled a bit under his breath about her drunkness getting rather... aggrevating. Before turning to see his apartment building right within reach, "Oh good.. We're here.." The voice was clear cut thankful at reaching their end goal. He pulled the door keys, the moment they reached the apartment door. Unlocked the lock, holding the door open. "Di-did you want to stay... At least till tomorrow? Storm really bad.. and you seem... Uhh.." He scratched the back of his neck refusing to meet her eyes, blush raising. "Tipsy..."
"Hmm, local fire fighter Ayakka Atland at your service." He eyed her a bit confused as to why a drunken firefighter was out in about during a blizzard, maybe this female was kidnapped? Dropped off? He looked away from the female vigorously almost forcefully shaking his hand, eyes attempting to find some familiar face in the snow. Was this a trap? To see what he would do? Would he be punished later, that crazed girl he met at the bar... Definitly the crazed type to pull such a trap.
The Woman continued her dialogue making him give a small tired sigh, why was she acting such a hero? He was suppose to murder people like her, "Uhh... Sure...Hi.. Ayakka?" "Currently lost in a snowstorm, but worry not citizen. I shall escort you to your home and make sure you arrive safely." Maybe this was his chance right here? Drunk woman, willingly... Practically throwing herself onto a platter asking to take him home. Just smear some goo, shove her into the door.. bam easy victim, then where would he hide the body? Ugh, then his brother would find out randomly during family Christmas visit. Why was he over thinking this? "So do you wander around blizzards often or is this a once in a while kind of thing Mister.....?"
She continued on, did she ever stop blabbering? Slowly he began to lead her to his house, as she went on about blizzards. "Well.. You see... I almost got into a wreck... Walking, seemed safer.." Saying it outloud... He almost felt it was a bad idea, walking in a blizzard. "Yo-you..." He asked her just as she asked questions about some fire in a trashcan. "Trashcan? A homeless man?" The question coming out confused as to why fires in trashcans were bad... In this weather... "I-I don't really know?" He followed up hoping that would help even a little more.
A little further, he needed to learn more about her.. Befriend her.. Right? That's how it works.. lure them by being trustworthy... Or did you just stab into people's chest with your hand and make arun for it? Right cameras. Why... Was this complicatd. "You.. uhh help save people right? So, is that why you're out in a blizzard....Saving.." He gave a small gulp lips feeling dry from the weather, "People?" Great.. Now he just felt guilty, were all magic users heroes? No wonder it'd help chaos ending them...
You know... This snow just made transportation awful, whoever thought that chaos would be better off in the snow had clearly lost their mind. This.. made it near to next impossible for him to gather starseeds, not that... He.. Actually ever did.. yet. He really really should fix that, somehow... Second thought, maybe Marceline would just leave him alone if he failed, right?
Walking in the blizzard, avoiding the best he could... Random gusts of Heavy winds, he made his way back home, again his driving expertise was absolute zero in this type weather... He tried couple days ago, almost made it into a wreck, thanks to timing alone he survived. The last thing he'd had expected was a female screaming, "HEY! HEY YOU! WAIT UP!" He paused almost slipping, "Huh!?" He asked looking around to see some sort of woman heading right for him, cheeks looking read, large black pigtails, and clothing covering most of her body. The thing that stood out, was her warmth and light, why.. How. It was one of those the people he was suppose to steal their lights.. The magic users. Why did this town have so damn many?!
His white windbreaker jacket practically covered in snow from teh woman's sudden stop, screaming about being lost too. Lost? She was lost? The woman came off way to excited, and happy for this horrid cold weather. "Uhh.. well no.. My home right over... there..." He said not quite thinking as he said it, pointing to his apartment he lived at. Brain overloaded by her energy... How could somebody have so much energy in this weather? Practically felt like an old skeleton walking, barely making it alive. "Who.. Who.. Are you?" He asked still struggling how Magic Users just came out of nowhere, did he put off some sort of signal? Hey Killer, come here to die.
Before any of what? He paused slightly half listening, slightly half wanting to just get away end all of this. The male only continue
"You got to be cautious, your soul gem is supremely dirty and who knows what will happen if it is completely corrupted. So let me get you some grief seeds to clean it up first."
Alex huffed, it was like the Shining Knight was some sort of broken tutorial. He got it defeat the villains, clear the gem. bam done. "I guess you don't have any spares.... So, where are they the evil." Alex had taken this time to motion toward the sudden emptiness.... The rather oddity that the clouds had cleared up, as if the whole Magician show had ended... Sometime during their visit in the clinic. "Not a cloud in sight." He commented small hints upset at how Quests seeemed to be broken in this game.... Not game.
ooc: We should probably end the thread soon, we can't ask staff to just make October Event monsters to summon.
He just kept staring at her trying to understand why she was giving him such weird looks followed with 'show you what'. What she seriously completely confused as to WHY he was upset about all this?! He wasn't quite sure how to respond and was just feeling bit to tired to be playing these mind games. Yes, Your Memories." he snapped back just as she leaned forward, hands moving to his thighs... A rather uncomfortable position that only grew more uncomfortable as she leaned in to the point her hot breath and alcohol scent was coming off onto his cheeks. Green eyes just mesmerizing causing his brain to swell with panic and shut off at the same time.
Her voice barely breaking thorugh asking about the tears, pointing out she never once cried during those times. Oh? Lovely, so it was on purpose. He pulled his body and mind together eyes narrowing taking up the challenge she seemed to have offered. Her fingers slowly tigtening the thighs, words escaping about how interesting it was. He reached out in an effort to push her off of him, "Personal Space Woman." The voice coming up tightened and slightly forced, not at all liking how much she was making his heart pound. "Listen I don't just Watch, I experience."
A small growl escaped him, "You plan to murder them all don't you? No, not just murder torture, flat out toy with them. What kind of sick person are you?" He leaned forward should she have backed off he probably appreciated, should she not have he'd be about level with her almost inches away. Almost as if this gave him some new dominance advantage. "There were tears, there was anger, and some sort of monster inside of you. No damn wonder Marceline targeted you"
She responded by turning away, making his guard raise even more ready to throw him off the stool should she suddenly attack. What she did however was signal the bartender getting the actual bottle this time around, this chick really liked to drink the alcohol didn't she? He was already thinking he had a bit too much, wondering maybe he should shift to just slipping from this point on, and get out of there quick. While lost in his thoughts he practically saw what looked to be a viper attacking toward the bartender, making him just bit nervous and jumpy. What the? He turned to her eyes bit wide as her fingers laid on the male's sleeve before asking the male to leave.. For a moment.. He'd thought. she'd... Maybe he did need another drink, paranoia was definitly getting to him with all this magic and soul stealing...
Once the man was gone, and done left the bottle, she began again explaining that Marceline had visited her as well. Green eyes piercing turning toward him, studying him making him shift ever uncomfortably. "So... You can.." He started uncertain how to ask, 'oh hey you have magical powers?' only to swallow his words as her features seemed to change to one of happiness, what had he done? His body slowly shifted away attempting to flee, but too scared to complete take out that door. The smile definitly not helping, where did Marcelina find this one? His gut swore the female was almost just like marceline herself, her idea came out starting about both ways again. Hand raising... Asking him to give it a try. He instantly shook his head and hands, "Oh.. no. not again... No, It-it." he started but already caught in the spider's trap of curiousity. His silver eyes staring right at the palm, it wouldn't be hard right? "I-I don't even know how to control it." The insecurities coming out as excuses, eyes shifting to meet her green ones... Only to instantly shift back to the palm blush raising, he is gonna have to..
A small gulp he raised his hand making hand to hand contact, it wasn't her memories that was shifted first but rather his own his demands that as a child toward julius as a child that they should end villains of the world... That everybody lies... Those powerful emotions as he told his brother about their parents murder and his investigation. Instantly he pulled back clearing his throat, "Sorry, you weren't. Okay." He focused more this time let.. Him into her mind..
Focus. He placed his palm against her own completely wishing to see her memories, again a small flicker of his own fixing computer in a room the sense of loneliness... This eventually shifted to her memories once he had a grasp of hers he attempted to dig for the details, and did they come in fast. Pains of getting beat up, he felt everything she felt at that very moment. ooc: I'll add his reaction to her memories after I get a summary of what he experienced, pming now.
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Panic, fear, dirt burns... Whole body ache, xe didn't know what to expect just the anger of betrayal anger at them all.. How dare they, How dare All fo this. They were Family! Didn't that Fucking mean anything? Kicks, Punches, gagging, the pressure of those around her. Those cold hard eyes, murderous, shouting commentary, demanding. Tears, they were roough and muddied, as trash as xe was.. Trashy this whole place, these damn bastards were. End them all.... All movements were gone, but body torn and broken xe just didn't want to die... Didn't want to just be the end here.. Small tears slowly dried up in xer anguish.
Then came what looked to be an angel bright green hair words coming out of softly amused "my,my,my noire wynter. you are a special one. I can do great things for you. And in return, you'll so great things for this world. Shall we give you a chance at a new life? One where all the door's that had been shut are now open? There will be no bars to hold you. Come with me, embrace chaos, my dear~"
Hope... Shining green light of Life. Xe reached out acepting the life given, another chance... Without even thinking or hesitating xe agreed to let xer soul be corrupted, work fo this chaos. As long... As Long End Every single Damn one of them that Dared do this TO XER.
He broke away tears dripping down his face confusion the memories not his own jumbled and mix those strong emotions of pai, hatred, and anger for revenge. He felt it made his body tingle to go take action to end them, just reach out show them what it was like to be on the recieving end. quickly he picked up the bottle, screw self control.. This this.. His hands shaking poured the bottle only to be too shakey and gave up leaving the bottle where it was. Only to turn toward her in anguish the memories still lurking, his, "Why did You Want me to Know That!" Across the bar, the bartender giving them a look of. 'Durnks'.
He turned away from her taking deep breaths calming down, returning to his more neutral normal mental state. The sadness and pain still lurking causing small tears in his eyes turning to her uncertain of exactly what he should say.. What should he say. Don't kill them all.. Vegence isn't good.. What.. Was the right words here? Lie to her, say that time heals all wounds? This uncertainty... Mental debate... Just left him empty, quiet, and staring at the glass wishing it was full again but scared of breaking the bottle against... Something. All that anger, how could somebody feel so much anger? To the point of murder?
She came sudden, he hadn't even noticed her movement toward him, oh no.. He was too focused to get out that door, so as the voice suddenly came from no where a small mouse squeak practically escaped his lips as he jumped. What was with his life these past couple weeks? It was like he couldn't catch a break at all.
Woman easily slipped around him tugging at the fabric, eyes locking with his own, the bright green burning in. There could be small shivers felt across the skin, should somebody had reached out to touch the skin. The eyes froze him on the spot, causing him to listen to her as she spoke, stepping closer invading his space complete, hands blocking any exit not that he had the will or effort to do so anymore. Lady Marceline? Gift? She knew.... More than just the memory? Both Ways? He almost felt a gulp at the very thought of going the other way, toward another's personal thoughts... Those.. Made it near impossible to steal starseeds, partial why he hadn't yet... The many many failed attempts.
"Relax. No need to panic. No need to stress."
The words coming from the lips gentle soothing, slowly he placed the things back on the coat, heartrate slowing down its panic just a smidge. A smirk slowly crossed the woman's face, a small movement placing him just a bit more of an edge. Almost like a rabbit getting ready to jump and get far far away from the stalking kitty cat.
Her words were about him figuring it out, already... His thoughts flickered toward her knowledge, that perhaps she knew... A detail she did in fact clarified, all while steering him back toward where they were.. Back toward the stoll, caught up in his thoughts and slight fear he hadn't quite notice or caught on. Just listened as she spoke finishing with them talking... Why was it always talking, at least it was just talking. Slowly he shifted back into the chair, shifted immediantly to take a gulp of his drink... The numbness, he needed that numbness feeling.. Did he used to drink this much before the Halloween incident? He couldn't quite recall..
Taking a deep calming breath he forced himself to fully relax, he spoke softly at first, growing in confidence as he continued on. "It.. It.. Works both ways, just seems to happen when I touch others hands. Not quite sure how it works, but I-I've practiced only past couple days at uhh... Cafes and random locations, but I can't quite control it. Sometimes I make the connections they learn of personal things.. Other times I learn their.. personal things." He shook his head fear running through him, mostly what Marceline will do to him.. Should he give too much information.. His distrust growing, looking at the woman eyes narrowing, "How do you know Her?" The way of phasing Her almost sounded as if he viewed her some higher unreachable being, one to be feared.
Snowstorm from Hell? In the world of magic, that certainly wouldn't have surprised him. Didn't they say hell was worst if it freezes over? That fire is weaker to Ice? He pushed the unnecessary thoughts down focusing on sucking on the liquid in the glass. Her eyes still just staring, still making him very uncomfortable, while twistedly making him crave her to stare more. A mixed pit in his stomach he couldn't quite explain, that he was certain was exactly normal.
She tapped on the counter asking for a drink, he with a slight uncertainty mimicked by placing the glass next to her asking for another. Noire continued on about her life, saying it was where that most people wanted to know, he never quite saw that way. Then he thought about how the police always treated certain questions... Certain Areas... As bad.. Began to wonder if she spoke of Old Paris, rather than New. She seemed to read his mind, leaning forward ignoring his commentary, asking of if he wanted to know. He was debating a reply, wasn't quite sure if he should fall for the trap or not. Luckily a chuckle escaped her, letting him the air to breath... Room to pick up his drink and pretend to gulp it..
A clunk of the glass making contact with wood, as she set it down, slowly he lowered his watching her curious what she planned to do now. What he hadn't expect was her raising the palm speaking of hands... Claiming they tell the story, and he stared at it feeling the offer to just take what he wanted from her... Oh how clueless she was that he could learn bits and pieces, he had... used similar technique to practice.. But.. it just. There. "Yo-you had a hard life.. I get it.." He mumbled looking away fearing his ability.. Fearing the fingers, the palm, the.. the.. Fate he had been placed it. Should she had insist with small cooing, he'd give a small sigh before giving in.. Almost an instinct to react to the sound of cooing, something new he hadn't been aware trained into him.
The skin upon skin contact, palm to palm, he tried with everything not to active his ability.. Unfortunately, his ability untrained had a mind of its own.. Acted of its own. All his thoughts of that cooing, of his ability, accidently caused him to flow the whole awakening process he had been through. The danger of skeletons, the child, screaming for help, the shining knight, Marceline appearing, The false wish, the true wish... The memory transfer finally ending with the pain in his chest subsiding.
Moment he managed to regain control of his ability, he instantly pulled it back just about falling off his seat with a slight crash. Quickly he backed up, while picking himself up, "I-I Have to go." He spoke swiftly and quietly heading straight for the coatrack attempting to put on his outfit to rush back outside. Something he failed due to his panicking shaky hands.. Only managing to get first layer half on.
The guy attempted to answer, but he was too busy figuring it out only to cut the man off. Only for the Knight to give a nervous laugh about playing pretend, all super real, showing that Yes... They Are Real... Stop.. Lying to yourself. That this is ALL REAL. That Magician lady was REAL. That he was to gather these Grief Seeds, that he was now Magical.. That he was to fight evil.
He took a small gulp stepping back toward the wall finding comfort in something he had known to exist for a long time.. Something he hoped wouldn't just tumble down because Reality was slamming down HARD. "Oh. Its. Real. Not Larping. That lady, the Contractor. Really helped me out... Capable saving others.. Stop evil. " He shooke his head, why did this always happen to him? First the Police force, wanting him to join.. Now Magical Deity forces? "Heh. Great. Saving people, just like my parents."
Slowly the facade slipped on... Slowly.. He fell to old patterns lying to the adults, pretending to be something he wasn't. Stepping forward large grin on his face, "Finally! I can actually help out this world from evil doers!" He hated himself, he hated his act.. His LIE. Slowly he stepped from the wall. "We should probably go look for trouble? SHouldn't we. Best part ways."
He stepped around he guy planning to run off, before pausing. Pulling out his phone from the onsie pocket. "Could you give me your number? If you wish to hide your identity that's fine, I-I take your hero name." Motioning toward the guy still wearing the helmet, still having no clue... Who he was. "We could, maybe help each other out?" He offered still uncertain, actually planning to never call.. or answer the phone. All. A Lie.
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