Klein Star ✩ +18

“I’ll… s-see you around…?” Till hesitates, searching for a phrase people use here. “I-I’ll… t-text you?”

‘I did it!’ Till internally cheers, hardly waiting for Eiden’s answer before privately celebrating. ‘He said we were friends! I made a friend!’

It takes a lot for him not to snort a little at the celebratory gesture. It's endearing though, if you ask him. He gets up, patting up his jeans a little before peeking Til at eye level for a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah that home was clean gone. I'm sure someone rebuilt it because this city is well a weird one. But for that little bit of time there was zilch on that plot. I really hope someone took a picture..."

" Can't you just become a cashier instead of ...order-demolisher or something?! "

Supermarket already has enough carnage for Eiden's standards.

He had read tons of books in Klein throughout his time in there.

" The essence heals me automatically but it's way slower than magic - that's a difference between potential death and survival. "

Klaus would rather Eiden didn't know some things about what was going on. Especially with sebastian, but he also deserves to know!

Eiden scratches his chin, kind of curious about details but pushes them aside quickly before that thought forms too strong. He's more concerned over the other matter that goes by the name Sebastian.

" That guy's got frie-- "

Eiden coughs.

" Targeting them? What's happened...? "

"OH! You okay?!"

There wasn't a lot of time to worry about it either way. While her own wet splat wasn't the most graceful landing either, not having any bones to break did have it's advantages during rushed escapes like this! Already shifted back upright, Frye ignored the light sting of scraped limbs as she raced to gather her newfound keepsakes back up, adrenaline pulsing with the ink through her veins.

There's a shout somewhere above them, beams of light spilling out from flashlights pointed through the window they'd just leapt from. Shoving everything she can carry under one elbow, Frye's bolted over to Eiden's side again in an instant, straining to tug him upright by the forearm with her free hand.

"We're outta time, let's go! You can still run, right?"

" My precious cheeks might be a little bruised. "

He's NOT about to check on that here though but with no cracks he can only assume that might be the worst case scenario. Besides that though it was just some scratches, dirt and a deeply injured ego.

Plus it hurts like balls. Almost made him forget they might have people after them. When Fry comes to help him, Eiden's as co-operative as they get, dragging himself up with that assistance.

" Essence is the magical energy sorta kinda thing you need to use for magic, I just happen to have loads of it. I can technically only transfer it and use it to look for certain sorta things, it keeps me sort of healthy, it heals me ... but it's still different from magic. "

Basically it has it's properties but he can only wield essence around or transfer it.

Perhaps it had something to do with the angle then. Otherwise, laying down onto the ground did not sound all that pleasant. Comparatively, the surface was covered in soft looking green grass instead of rubbish and filth. Maybe he could give this a try.

And so he does. Zodyl sits onto the ground before awkwardly flopping back into the grass. Now his eyes were squinting to keep the sun rays out of his face.

What did Eiden do--?

He opened his hands out, and he said something. Words were important, so Zodyl decides to copy everything verbatum.

Zodyl opens his eyes properly to look up towards the sky, and spreads his arms out.

In the flattest tone possible, he says:

" Voilà. "

That might be exaggeration even for himself. This was supposed to be more about the sky anyway. That said the game isn't over yet! The guy did lay down there so he's not doing something totally unnecessary after all ... probably.

Regardless - he's got... sort of a secret weapon.

Or not really but.

" Anyway from here you can look at the cloud shapes and then when you see some of them resembling something then you go... "

Eiden gasps mid sentence and continues with great energy:

" WOW that totally looks like a dick?! "

And loosens up again. No, there's no phallic clouds that Eiden has noticed up there.

" But! "

Unsure what else to do he finds his hands, balled into first. No anger behind the gesture, more just general upset. Should he even be upset? He can't find himself doubing this guy. It's not like he hasn't been given warning about the guy.

" Why would he do something like that though!!! "

Not for himself. Sun was told to never lie. Though when he didn't lie, oftentimes, he got in trouble.

" Don't know what's up with that guy but I don't think I've ever heard you speak of him nicely - not that you should. I don't think I'd like him either."

There's a reason for that, Eiden assumes - knows, really.