Sasara Nurude

Annoying. Annoying. Why did Sasara have to be better at something than him? He was supposed to be so good at everything he did, it’d have adults groveling at his feet as they wondered just how he managed to get so fucking awesome in such a short amount of time. He wasn’t supposed to lose, not to something as big as the DRB, and not to something so small as grass whistle-making.

…but he really couldn’t deny that Sasara had some kind of grass-mastery that he didn’t have.

Coming in and crashing his spot without grass-king, showing off like he mow-ned the place?! Grasshole.

…Anyways.

“Look, old man, whadd’you want from me? I dunno where any of your pals are, so don’t start askin’.” Jiro was pointedly upping the aggression in his voice to wave Sasara’s attention away from his very real attempt to imitate what Sasara had done with the grass. He didn’t want to acknowledge he was doing what he was told, especially from the clown who crashed his party. “N’ don’t start thinkin’ you can come here when you want. This is my spot, dickhead.”

Rosho rolled his eyes at Sasara’s word play, opting to not comment on it, lest he give the man a reason to make more terrible puns. But even still, he smiled. Sasara’s horrid jokes were something a comfort in this unfamiliar world. Not that he’d say that out loud.

Only a moment later though he was rolling his eyes again, this time at Sasara’s suggestion.

“No,” he stated bluntly. “You’re free to continue on the stage if you want, but those days are in the past for me. I’m happy to just support you from here on out.”

“But, I do agree that it does seem as if we’ve just been relocated… The question then is for what reason? There’s got to be some… some meaning behind this, right? I mean, doesn’t this sort of thing happen in books and manga? Isn’t there usually some kind of destiny set out for the hero who’s been whisked off to some world…?”

He let out a small sigh. “But I don’t think either of us really qualifies as some kind of hero… and if it were that sort of story, there wouldn’t be nearly so many people ending up here…”

“…”

Why is he, like, so comfortable with that lead pipe? Somehow, him mentioning he’s been in plenty of fights while spinning that around doesn’t comfort her a whole ton, but she ultimately decides not to mention it. “…Right. Uh, we can do that, then. More than happy to let you fight the fucky little robots.”

Syd scratches her head and turns to the terminal to accept the quest for the two of them. “Here we go…” And the quest… begins! Seeing as they’re starting in the Fibbonaci ward, they’re gonna have to book it over to Cotes or Archimedes. It’s not actually much of a choice, because Sydney doesn’t know her way around the island, but her gut tells her to go left- towards Cotes!  “Uh, this way? C’mon, I think we’re supposed to go fast.”

Rarely does she actually care about this kind of thing, but she also knows she’s gonna be pissed if one of those weird drones tells her she failed. So, she picks up a quick jog in place, then starts lightly running in the aforementioned direction. “Let’s go!” She calls out. This is one hell of a way to wake up…

  In contrast to Sasara’s weird, gaudy suit, Syd opts for her usual fashion sense of a t shirt and a jacket that practically swallows her with how big it is. If she wasn’t so tired, she’d make a joke making fun of the suit, but for now she’ll just let him drag her along out of the house. She’s plenty grouchy, but at the same time… hey, at least someone wants to drag her along to do stuff.   Arriving at the terminal, she leans forward a little and squints at the different quests on the list. “…Man, I’ve never done ‘quests’ and stuff. It feels like we’re in some dweeby video game.” Sydney thinks for a minute as she scrolls through the list.

   “Uh, how about this one? This. The Traveling Salesmuse Problem. Doesn’t look too hard. Just gotta run places and… fight off Ofiuclones…?” She frowns and glances up at Sasara. 

 “…Maybe not. I’ve never been in a fight before, uhm, have you?” Sure, she’s broken shit and yelled at people, but she’s never really, like, fought anything, let alone whatever those things in the sky were. “What do you think?”

At that, she makes her face and sticks out her tongue. “Gross, I’m not gonna go out of my way to do school if I’m getting out of it. But, yeah, I’m 17. I was totally failing math before I dropped in here.” You know what, annoying amount of free time aside, she just realized how freeing not having to go to school was. Her expression lightens up just a little. “Never had a job before, but work always sounds like it sucks. What’s your job?”

Pick up a new hobby… “Huh. Well, uh, I did play soccer with this one girl a little bit ago. Maybe I could pick that up, I’ve always wanted to play it and stuff. I dunno if there’s a lot of soccer teams around here, but that could be fun.” The more she talks… huh, the urge to crack someone’s skull is slowly going away. Maybe, just maybe, this won’t totally suck. “I could START a soccer team.”

 Sometimes, you’re just so tired that you end up sleeping through a blaring announcement on your phone at… midnight. For some reason, though, Sydney couldn’t sleep through her roommate knocking on her door, and clumsily fell out of bed as she got up. What a pain…  “What is it..? I don’t have school anymore, lemme sleep in…” She groaned, groggily opening the door. “Announcement.. wh?” Syd blinked a few times and shuffled back to her bed to look at her phone.

 “…” Her phone was tossed aside, and she flopped back onto the bed with another loud groan. For a moment, it seemed like she might just tell him to bug off, but- “Mmmmrfh. Fine. Get out so I can get dressed, I’ll tag along.” She still wasn’t totally sure about quests or whatever the hell was going on, but, as always, it’s not like she has anything better to do.

 Oh, good lord. Lusyd dreaming? Something tells her this guy doesn’t have any shortage of these jokes. Man, he reminds her of Stanley, but like, a taller version. It’s so… dorky. She gives him yet another eye roll and curls up further on the couch. 

 “I actually don’t sleep a lot,” Sydney says dryly. Kinda true, it’s a little hit or miss sometimes. She felt bad for being so… unfriendly, but it’s been a weird time here. “Uhm, yeah. Well, have fun… going out to dreamland and stuff. I’m not totally sure what I’m gonna do around here.” She took a long, slow bite of peanut butter. “Like, I don’t have… school anymore. That’s way more time than I’ve ever had. What do you old people even do with that much time?”

 Oh, a roommate. That certainly makes more sense than a home intruder. Syd stares for a moment, slowly taking a bite of the peanut butter. Sasara Nu-rude, huh? That was… definitely a joke. Not a good one, but it was a joke. Rolling her eyes, she shifts the peanut butter jar to one hand and uses the other to cautiously shake the man’s hand.

 “Right. I’m Sydney. Uhm. Nice to meet you, I guess.” She takes another bite of peanut butter, then takes a seat on the couch, avoiding his eyes. Sorry about that, Sasara, she’s shy. “You can call me Syd.”   Roommate wise, she’s only ever lived with her family. The situation with people you aren’t related to/don’t know is probably much much different… but despite her nervousness towards the man, she figures it’s still nice to try and take care of things around the house when you’re living with people. (If she lived on her own, the house would probably end up unkept very soon.) “Sorry about, like, just creeping around and stuff. So… I can worry about the chores around here if you want. I’m probably just gonna be around here anyways.”

An eye roll was about what Sasara was used to in response to his jokes, though usually it was accompanied by a slap to his shoulder. Either way, he just laughed it off. Though mentally he made a note to himself that he’d get this girl to laugh eventually.

“Faeries?” Rosho frowned, giving Sasara a befuddled look. “You’re thinking of changelings, maybe? But either way, I really doubt that’s the case, as I’m fairly certain there’s no such thing as faeries where we’re from.”

As for if there’s such a thing as faeries in other worlds though, Rosho wasn’t sure anymore. After meeting people from worlds entirely unlike his own, Rosho couldn’t be sure of much, really. So he supposed it really could be the work of some magic creature, if travelling between worlds was possible.

“And yeah, I woke up by that pit… There were other people there, too, but it seems like there’s also people who have lived here longer. It’s hard to say… I haven’t been here much longer than you, I think, so I haven’t really had the chance to learn about much…”

Rosho spluttered indignantly at Sasara’s teasing, elbowing him lightly in the side. “I don’t sound like that! And I haven’t run into anyone suspicious, I promise.” At least, he didn’t think he had. His roommate for example had seemed like a perfectly fine young man. Rosho didn’t think he had anything to worry about.

Still, he couldn’t help the small, affectionate smile that turned the corners of his lips. That’s right. Sasara was here now. Whatever worries he might come across, at least now Sasara would be there to take them on with him.

“Ah…” As the other man’s expression shifted, so did Rosho’s, brow pinching into a thoughtful expression. “Well, you probably already know the basics… But I don’t really know a whole lot yet. I know this island is called Radiale, and there seems to be four different wards that comprise it, but as for where exactly this is and why we’re here, I… I don’t know. And I’ve yet to meet anyone who knows, either.”