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SELECTIVE & AFFILIATED WITH VASTERIA CITY Fandomless OC Estelle Prudentia Written by Alphamon

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“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ as obnoxiously as he could, before taking at least one slice of the pie. It looked good, so he cautiously took a bite. Regardless if there was poison or not, he wouldn’t be too badly affected thanks to his… nature.

“Eh, there hasn’t been a jail that could hold me in centuries.” Vicious pointed out. “I usually just tear out of there as soon as I’m put back in.” There had been times he stuck around to see what sort of sorry state the place was in, but it had all been just boring.

“Just call me Vicious, ain’t right callin’ me ‘mister’. But sure, sounds like somethin’ fun we can both do.”

“There’s always a first time for everything. Some jails were even able to hold me for a couple of decades.” Estelle spoke and decided to eat a slice herself too, making sure not to leave a mess as she ate it in a rather leisure manner.

He cocked an eyebrow. “You want to be called … prude? Can’t say that’s one I’ve heard before, but whatever floats your boat, lady.” 

He was beginning to suspect that this Vasteria place was just as zany and stupid as the world he left behind. He wasn’t sure if that was a bad or a good thing.

He clicked his tongue. “Keep your damn cups. I’m not so useless that I don’t have my own. I said it wasn’t fancy, not that I had nothing. A man’s gotta keep himself alive after all.”  

“Ya suuuure?” Oh well, she let the cups fall down, conveniently where portals had appeared and swallowed them, before disappearing without a trace once more. “Our other neighbour, Viscious didn’t really keep his place well at all, so that already makes you more tidy than him~”

“When you’re on the run, beds are a luxury. Still can’t get used to it.” Yeah, he didn’t even stop himself from saying it. Why hide the fact he’s a criminal? He enjoyed people knowing about that… right? Regardless, he chuckled at the fact she’d gotten her name from her parents.

Two different worlds, they were.

“Heh.” He didn’t respond to her saying that besides a chuckle. Parents… were a difficult subject for the man.

Yeah, a new start. And yet he had seven tickets already. “Just do what I always do. Piss people off, get into fights, live my life how I want. I’ve already got seven tickets, what’s another dozen or two?” Vicious didn’t seem to care about how many times he disturbed the peace.

“So you were wanted in your previous world?” Estelle herself had only experienced that a couple of times when she had...’borrowed’ some gadgets of hers for an undefined period of time.

Although she never had been chased down. Still, she blinked a couple of times once she heard the fact about tickets. “You do realize one or two more tickets in such a short period of time will net you a couple of months in jail, do you?”

He noted the portal. Huh, seemed like something out of one of those books Misella read in her spare time when she wasn’t exercising. But he didn’t care either way, watching as it was made to disappear with just a flick of Estelle’s wrist. Hm. She’d be a difficult opponent if he ever had to fight her.

“Eh.” He walked into the kitchen area to grab a couple of the plates from the cupboard before grabbing a knife and a couple forks, setting them down on the table where the pie and drinks were. “Just find sleepin’ in here a bit too uncomfortable.”

His… parents? “I gave it to myself.” He said, raising a brow. “Sounded cool. That’s all there was to it.”

“Are the beds too stiff or something? If they are, I can replace it for you.” Estelle offered, as she decided to pull back the chairs, one for herself and one for her neighbour.

“Oh you gave your name to yourself? Still, that’s pretty cool. I got the birth name my parents gave me and stuck with it for the last couple of centuries.” Oh well, she decided to take the knife and cut the pie into pieces, only taking a small piece for herself and leaving the rest to the other.

“Yea, that’s why.” Because he wasn’t in there. But he noticed how she’d brought food and– well, drinks. Bit of a disappointment it wasn’t booze, but it’d have to do. As he walked to his door to pull out the key and unlock it, he listened to her introduction. He had just woken up not too long ago, so food did sound good. Breakfast pie? Eh, he could eat it. He wasn’t picky.

And then, there it was. His name. If this world didn’t know him, then this girl shouldn’t either. So it was fine to give his name out. “Vicious.” He responded in kind. “How I arrived here? Eh, that’s a long story.” A portal, eh? Sounded like something Misella could do… though with her, it was more her going invisible and transferring herself to another world for things to cool off.

Maybe Misella had grabbed onto him. That would explain why he was here– but then where was Misella? “Place isn’t a wreck. Might be collectin’ dust though. Don’t spend too much time in it.” He pushed the door open after turning the knob, walking inside and leaving said door open for her.

“That explains so much.” Oh well, she decided to wait until he opened the door, before entering and putting both the drinks and the pie on the nearest table. Hearing him out, she gave a nod. “Oh yeah, a portal like this one.” Hence why Estelle had created a Quantum Portal that looked like one from the Portal Games.

“Mine looked similar to that, but ignoring that for a bit.” With a flick of her wrist, she made the portal disappear, not wanting to cause any disarray in Vicious’ place. “I understand, exploring the city is way more fun than being in your home, right?”

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“Hello there, fellow non-human!” Estelle had thought about what to bring the other, and settled on a couple of watermelons, which were comically big and close to the size of her bust. “I have brought some food as peace offering and because I’m your new neighbour.”

Upon seeing her expression and hearing her words, he visible relaxed and let out a sigh. “Sorry about that,” he said as he rubbed the back of his head. “Your entire essence just screamed trouble and I was being paranoid due to past experiences.” 

“I’ll gladly accept the offerings. Name’s Ragna by the way.” 

He’d keep his title a secret for now.

“Oh I get that often.” Estelle spoke with an understanding kind of voice. “It’s the whole higher dimensional being thing, right? I tried multiple times to turn it down, but I don’t know how to.” A shrug in other words, as she handed over the pizza and beer.

Sleeping in a bed was.. different. So he’d opted to sleep near Belfast Lake that night, completely unconcerned with the looks he got come morning.

When the sun rose just slightly, Vicious was awake. With a loud yawn and a stretch, the Great Transgressor got to his feet. It was a good sleep, regardless if he used the bed or not. On his way back, he noted how the people here didn’t even realize who he was. It was… different, to not have people just screaming for him to die.

The seven tickets still stuffed in a drawer on a side table said the police knew him well enough, though.

So, when he made it back to his apartment, he noted the girl standing outside. Raising a brow, he walked up to her.

“You need me for somethin’?” He asked, putting a hand on his hip and making it plainly obvious he hadn’t been in his apartment at all that morning.

“Oh, that’s why no one was answering.” Estelle tilted her head in surprise, then chuckled once he asked her that. Stepping aside for a moment to grant him easier access to his home, she decided to hold up the pie and the bag full of soda cans.

“Technically no, but I’ll answer it with yes for convenience’s sake.” The Post-Human explained a bit more in detail. “My name is Estelle Prudentia and I’m the newest neighbour of yours. Therefore I thought it’d be a nice idea to make new friends and bringing them some food I baked.”

It took a while, and a lot of using portals to move furniture from the Quantum Sea to this new apartment of hers, just so she could decorate it to her liking and make it look cozy as well, but it had been worth it.

Checking on the time, Estelle saw that it was close to morning, the entire move-in having taken all-night long. Nodding to herself, she reasoned that her neighbours should be awake, so she stepped out of her apartment and took some freshly baked pie and some soda cans with her.

Knocking on the door of apartment one, she decided to cheerfully speak.