#the orbz

Keeper of Duality: "Shut up."

Orbz: "Did you have to use Puppet's age as a cover up?"

Keeper of Duality: "Orbz, shut up."

Orbz: "You got banned for 'weird behavior,' you deserve that one."

Keeper of Duality: "I said to shut up."

Orbz: "Leave interaction with users to me."

"Will I shatter your harmful cycle by revealing its truth? Or will I shatter like before for trying, hurting another for what? Is there any escape to your harm?" The voice trails off from translating to native tongue, but the ill intention of harm carries through any language. Still, in a magical plane such as the legendary realm, one does not need words to understand emotions, as black magic crawls around the bitter spoken Anthoid. It seems to mimic the true pain behind the words of the successful translation, trying to dig into the kill-able flesh of the semi-mortal and fighting itself to show the urge of protection. All black though, no matter the intention, the harm of the magic will still apply.

"We all represent a problem ourselves, Orbz, even in this nightmare free from the control of Illusionist, we still operate." He draws his scythe, pulling the magical mask off his face and the purple magic forming into the weapon. Dark magic, no concern of the issues they face against others. The scythe glows with a purple shine before fully gaining its metallic color, it needs no magic to cause harm.

"You are wrong, Dark Crystal of Rayn, Illusionist always watches, no matter my user. You still represent his issue and Keith's issue, but together." The Dark Orb activates in the hand of the truth, the sphere shooting out dark magic and returning to its spot in the minimizing armor. The weapon forms into an odd choice, one few are aware of how to even use, a hand-type scythe attached to a chain. "Not here to fight though, are we? Otherwise you would not be let in to be a nightmare."

"Limited time- how much can we get with our limited time?" The blue energy turns red with its user's emotions; magical energy in this area allowing a trait only mages and crystals to activate to be activated by just emotions of someone.

"Orbz, you assume the worst. What if our time is greater than you think? There is so much more story that could happen still." He responds to Orbz looking at the veins, surprised that this area even works like that.

"No, users are as stupid as the other characters, all stupid to be under the rule the way they are. We just disappear with no damned user to support us." The veins stay red with the powerful anger in the emotion, magic itself almost seeming to reform with the will of the writing.

"You know, it is my job to have other characters not be able to comprehend when people like you share about 'users,' you better not discuss this with anyone other than the core gods. And no, Rayn does not count, his core is lessened." Gilc keeps back, looking at the energy monitor on the suit of Orbz.

"You do not know these users like I do, it is incredibly difficult for a character to convince them of something. It takes more users to hold each other like a damned puzzle." The color of the magic turns from red to purple as the anger simmers down, but becomes something a bit worse.

"Which user controls you, Orbz?" Gilc asks, with full intent to confuse.

"Both, equal failures. And equal success, their progress matters, quality and quantity." Void magic crawls out of the suit, adapting to the emotions and being the only magic to ever come from the mortal without the use of tech.

Have I really never brought someone who couldn't use magic here? It is crazy that this area brings magic to those who can't cast. "Orbz, what will you do, get another user to hold it together?"

Everything pauses for a moment, even the moving magic stopping in place, almost fading away with the shock to the question. But just as easy as it disappeared, the magic returns in several colors: light, blue, purple and dark. "I tried- they are gone- but it was not my fault, Gilc, it was within the users, it was because the users- I could not do anything to save it, I tried. The only option was to wait for something that would never happen. It never will, those users are gone-"

He responds, "You are biased, nothing is different because of them, you only had some glue for the user that would not stick forever."

"They could have, Gilc, they could have." Slowly the magic fades, becoming mostly blue. "I have spent every day, every single day I have thought about them."

"Are you complaining about your deadline you made up to say that having the user who left would extend it and fix your puzzle, or do you want me to suggest something to fix your deadline? You insist the deadline is impossible to fix with your complaining, but then complain about a user." Gilc yet again responds, this time annoyed at trying to find a goal in this interaction.

"Users."

"What?"

"Users, plural, there are multiple."

"Are you trying to use this as a sympathy card to get those users back, or get new ones? Neither works." Gilc cuts off from the confusion, applying the new knowledge to the conversation.

"No, we both know that does not work." No magic, back to normal dialogue.

"Do you want me to tell you to hunt down users or some shit to glue the ones we need together, or to somehow get those ones back? Shit, Orbz, the fuck do you want me to tell you?" Gilc's response seems to hold an empty form of anger, annoyance being the main suit to dress this attitude, but a general disappointment being what comes out.

"Hunt down the users to what, get blocked again?"

"You tell me Orbz, you tell me what you want to do. One user is never there as a user, and when they are they do not help. The other ruins things, only holding it just together. You tell me how to fix things." Gilc's response holds the volume of a final response, as if a friend was waving goodbye after an argument, one thought away from realizing what he is simulating.

"Are you waiting on maybes now?" Illusionist peaks over at him.

"I can miss people too, Illusionist." He speaks slower, holding back any pauses in his voice so Illusionist does not catch on.

"Are you... crying?" Still with the power to read what happens instead of just see it, it still takes him this long to catch on.

"Shut up we just have to wait." Orbz is slightly annoyed at Illusionist, but it seems he is not getting mad at the lack of response, still keeping his visor up. "Just have to wait."

"WE? WHO IS WE? Your ass ain't getting responded to so now you can not make fun of me!"

"This is why Termina is not coming back." He just stares at Illusionist for the moment, making sure he took it to heart.

"What happened? Why are you scared-" Illusionist floats upside-down, on his back. He looks up(down) at Orbz.

"I ASKED QUESTION TO ANOTHER REALITY and I AM GOING TO BRING SOMETHING HERE." He seems to fumble with a weird ball, not a usual orb, playing with it in his hands and circling the button on it.

"You bring orbs here all the time, what is the problem?" He turns back over to be floating on his stomach, looking closely at what Orbz is playing with.

"A LIVING thing Illusionist- like a pet-" A red and white ball?

"HAHAHA YOU TALKED TO THE TRAINER"

"DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME FOR BEING SCARED- Going to other realities is scary!" He holds it out while panic yelling.

"You are just scared because the trainer! No one would notice one animal missing!" He laughs at Orbz and goes into a sitting position.

"Shut up-"

"It will be okay Orbz."

"A friend." ^Thank god this translator works^ he thinks, being able to solve these problems is very important. How can he recruit all these new people without the help of others?

"Do you know we have moving dark spots?" She squints her eyes, adjusting to the flashlight and clawing up some crystals.

"Yes, we have invaders- they may look like me, but they are here for the crystals you crawl upon." His energy marks fade off crystals descended, broken drones are along the path he made, wires and metal around only to slowly be absorbed by more crystals.

"Oh, why are you here?" She looks up at him, her orange eyes focused on him as her pink and blue outer fur shows, lines and curves down her fur as lengths vary between pink and blue, the sides less but her back having variety.

"I feel like it is unfair you have not been able to see the world, or at least agree to these terms that they have set. Would you like to come up?" The white section of his visor dims as he controls the settings, his hand pressing buttons on the visor.

"It is so scary up there, and bright- and you have not even told me your name. How can I trust you do not want to hurt me?" Her claw attaches to the crystal perfectly, attaching to the smooth surface with ease. Her two front fingers are past the edge of the crystal, with the back finger on the other part. Her brown leading to the white fur underneath, and an overall beautiful creature.

"I do not trust people easily either, but you do not have to stay with me if you do not want to." He prepares his grapple shot, holding his hand out for her to grab. "Don't worry, I have strength in this suit, I can hold you."

She grabs his wrist with her left claw, the five of each back claw releasing as she jumps up to follow him. "Name is Crawler"