for science... and me.

"Hey, don't touch-"

Once again, left speechless. She stands there in awe, absolute befuddlement, growing anger, and, unfortunately, intrigue. All this magic-tech nonsense he was saying to her went over her head in regards to understanding the scientific reason he was here, but she got the gist. It was an anomaly, one he clearly recognized despite somehow not accounting for it whatever science he was doing originally.

"You little-!" She lets out a frustrated huff, clearing her throat and regaining her composure. He got under her skin so easily, it was almost comedic. But his smug attitude AND the fact he messed with her WARDROBE of all things- HER STUFF IS IN THERE! And he just MESSED with it?! It's been established she shouldn't try touching him now. It was a good thing she waited on that.

Impressive. Even a strange, human-like creature from a dimension yet undiscovered by this artificer is capable of discriminating based solely upon their own past experiences. This merits further examination... preferably at a distance; a glance was cast low and Zar noticed his right hand warping unnaturally, close to un-making, what with those static blotches and squares filling in places where fingernails and skin creases once laid.

His reaction, concerningly enough, remits to a quirk of his brow as he gives the offending appendage a quick shake, akin to smacking the remote around until it works. Lo, it does. Like nothing ever happened.

"Goodness, where are my manners? They must not have phased alongside me." If they were ever there to begin with. Betwixt a polite bow, he provides a forthrightly arrogant introduction - "I am the Great and Powerful Zar. Situationally at your service, Princess Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom."

"...and I take it this is one such 'Mushroom Kingdom'." His eyes wander towards the nearest window. Sure enough, the vista contains an amount of mushroom-based landmasses and architecture so obscene, that a world health organization or two would have a field day filing disaster reports on.

Oh dear Mushrooms. You've GOT to be joshing her right now. Not like this. ANOTHER ONE. ... And this one seems the most insufferable yet. He seems otherworldly, but not in the same sense as all the others were. ... Here we go again...

"I am Princess Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom. And you, sir, are trespassing upon my home with no explanation, from yourself, or the realms of reality we live in." She speaks with a touch of impatience in her tone. But she does not dare approach, or even offer a semblance of resistance to his being here. Sure, she could throw him out... But there's an excellent chance he could do her or her toads harm if left unchecked.

In seeing the strong negative, entirely reasonable and justified in that calling the goblin an 'unwelcomed guest' alone fell rather short, he felt himself compelled to return only a solemn raise of his brows, impish smile everlasting as his hands reached behind his back to fold and remain there, all in a self-disarming gesture of good will.

"Very well, then, Princess Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom. I've only two words for you. Discordant reflux."

"Hasty lesson in technomagical physics." Harrumph! Aerial pathways expunged. "So you see, a discordant reflux is a cataclysmic reaction as unavoidable as breathing itself. Given the circumstances of our yet-limited grasp over the ergonomics of extradimensional travel, the space between two displacement event currents - that is, my original and current position - is subjected to multiple incalculable instabilities and fluctuations. These abnormalities result in a phenomenon that binds corporeal matter to two different locations at once, completely disregarding conventional norms of time and space. In brief terms, I exist and not at the same time. In brief-er terms..."

As though he had not just regurgitated the technobabble bible itself, Zar casually saunters his way towards her wardrobe. So tall and pretty, just like its owner, and no doubt full of fine garbs and garments especially fit for a dignified Princess such as Peach. Sparing her the indignity of poising to rummage through it, he instead stands besides it, and reaches to poke it on the side.

The item of furniture warps and stutters in the blink of an eye, incidentally dumping out a couple of her vestments - as if it had never been there before. Some hapless researchers at that Olympiad must now be privy to a couple of her socks.

"For how highly you speak of these spear-wielding partisans, it would be a shame if their intervention were to be met with their heads materializing where their knees should be... and vice-versa. Through no direct action of my own, of course; these forces are not the least bit under my control."

... ... ... WHAT. THE. FUNGUS-

"..." Well. The universe must truly, truly hate her. She shouldn't have spoke it into existence. Because she did seem to, truly, SPEAK THIS GUY INTO EXISTENCE. CAUSE HERE HE IS. She's baffled, standing there absolutely speechless. How weak is reality for it to keep having these little blips like this?

It was not, in fact, the Province's Self-Consistency Principle Olympiad. Rather, the spacious dwelling of a monarch who looks and sounds like a character out of a Saturday morning cartoon... if he knew what those were - and for that matter, given his aptitudes in reaching beyond worlds known to mere plebians, he probably does.

"In certain ways, yes, I am rather difficult to comprehend.~" The sudden and unprompted entrance, itself not too dissimilar from the suggestions of uneducated, philistinic postulates like 'karma', sure does lack a feasible explanation. For his, and mostly her sake, it should remain that way.

"If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd be stuck with multiple creatures beyond my comprehension hanging around and pestering people while I was helpless to stop it, I'd have had a hard time believing them."

Sha-SHOOM!

"Indeed, while the conventions of cross-dimensional travel have yet to be addressed in sufficiently prolific theorems, that which would enable the facilitation of 'fast travel' to the common masses, I can assure you all, dear investors, that my particular modus operandi in the application of continuum tether manipulation is convenient, safe, and above all, infallible..."