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Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 20, 2024 15:40:13 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Indeed, Nibelheim... An incident that Oren never learned the true details of considering Shinra's coverup in the immediate aftermath of it. He went to his death never learning the truth. Nothing beyond that Shinra was assuredly hiding something about what happened to Zack, Sephiroth, and Cloud... Maybe even Nibelheim itself for all he knew at the time. After all, even a regular SOLDIER was effectively a one man army... And Sephiroth was on a completely different level from even the other 1st Class SOLDIERs. Did they really think that nobody would find just announcing he died suspicious? For now, Oren would leave such questions swirling in his mind to the side. Much like his own cluttered thoughts, they weren't all that important now... Not unless he was ever forced to make them important.[break][break]
Ugh. Oren never thought he'd be doing this right now... But... Well... He was faced with someone in need... As Oren looked upon Cloud, something in his similarly cold expression seemed to soften slightly as he actually sat down across from Oren. There were no words, but even if he didn't recall, it seemed like he was willing to at least humor Oren's seemingly nonsensical babbling. Indeed, he noted that Oren's name did faintly remind him of something. Oren's own ability to express himself had broken down over the months he'd been in Zephon as he slowly lost himself to the despair of his situation here... Or rather his way of coping was a familiar one... Putting forth a stoic façade and keeping everyone at an arm's length.[break][break]
Oren took a deep breath. He himself was plagued by his own past... And now a realization that some parts of his own seemed to be fractured. Add on being put into a present he had no choice in being apart of. A second life that offered him little beyond the past and nothing in the way of a real future. Yet, it seemed there was someone before him who he could actually help in some regard...[break][break]
Oren laid his elbow on the table and then rested his chin in his hand.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Heh. Well, that's a start I suppose..."
Oren did remember the spiky blonde before him a lot better than Cloud remembered him so he couldn't deny some small remnant of joy over him... Being around? Of course, that did raise the question of what to do about Cloud's memories...? They weren't back home anymore so trying to figure this out might be more difficult than it'd normally be... Oren wasn't sure where else to start or if it'd even be a good idea to force Cloud to somehow remember?
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Hm... Maybe time will eventually bring more memories back to you. Considering you're lugging that beast of metal around now, I assume your swordplay has only gotten better since the testing..."
Said 'beast of metal' of course being the Buster Sword.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"If you've just recently appeared here, I might be able to help you a bit if you need it..."
Words that Oren thought he'd never say, but... Damn it. Much as he refused the help from others for his problems, he couldn't truly break out of that desire to help others himself.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 19, 2024 22:58:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren just sat there. There was a silence that felt like it lasted an eternity. It was apparent the questions he started just throwing out were giving Angeal pause. It wasn't a surprise. Oren was constantly being tormented by them and he really wasn't expecting most people to have any real answers to them. Angeal was perhaps the one exception he could think of now knowing that he was here, but even that was a shot in the dark... Especially considering he wasn't exactly in the most positive headspace himself. Oren slowly turned away and stared off into the distance... The gray, gray distance. He almost wanted to just instinctively say sorry again. Maybe it was a bad idea to bother Angeal... Maybe he should have committed to keeping everyone at a distance even if he knew them... Granted, he had already been failing at that task. It was as if some invisible strings were forcing him to face... Something. His past? Who the hell knows anymore...[break][break]
Maybe there was no escaping this epiphany... Maybe there really was no point to even caring anymore... His last attempt at giving himself a reason for living literally crashed and burned around him. Oren just wanted to matter in a life where his own damned parents scorned his very birth. Yet every time things seemed to look up in his life, it all went to shit before long... Him becoming a SOLDIER warped his mind in some unclear way, he now realized he was forgetting something from his past, he kept losing people he grew to care about in some regard, then HE HIMSELF DIED and he was forcibly revived in some alien world that would be perfectly fine without his presence... That then also raised the question if he truly mattered even back home...? He had yet to figure out what exactly transpired after he died... Or what exactly happened to Zack, Cloud, and Sephiroth in the past... Eventually, Angeal would speak up and note his understanding of how Oren felt. Considering what had happened to Angeal, Oren knew they weren't just empty words... That being said, Angeal would admit to what Oren already knew deep down... He did not have any clear answers to the questions. Oren just sat there seemingly unbothered by the growing breeze. He just slowly looked up at the dreary sky above them in silence as he allowed Angeal to continue speaking. His long, fiery locks blew back in the breeze almost akin to some cheesy film from the more 'modern' realms like their own.[break][break]
Some of those words did hurt a little to openly hear... Angeal had confirmed it that he spoke from personal experience regarding such thoughts. Oren's eyes began to waver from their focus on the gray above. It looked so dead here, but nature was actually still thriving in some regard.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"..."
Oren remained silent even as Angeal began to offer some more proper comfort through words and even a hand on his shoulder. Oren's lip quivered slightly. It was almost like some cheesy speech a hero would give... Granted, that is what Angeal always strived to be, wasn't he? And he said such an incredibly simple phrase that gave Oren himself pause.[break][break]
Oren gritted his teeth. They were just empty platitudes... It didn't change anything... It didn't... Oren's eyes began to water as he covered his face with one of his hands.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... You know what I mentioned about my 'little story'...? I... I died, Angeal... All my life... I don't think I ever heard anyone say that to me... Even coming from you, I'm not sure if my heart wants to believe it... I don't know if I am ready..."
It was quite the bombshell to drop about his final fate that tied into his own appearance in Zephon. The actual story of what led to that event being a tragic, sordid tale just like the rest of his life had been. Despite Oren's own words, was he himself actually capable of accepting help from others again...? Did he even want to or was he fully prepared to lose himself to how meaningless it all felt? What use was there for a monster like him in Zephon? Was being a mercenary until he dropped dead again all that awaited him? He... He didn't know anymore. Maybe... Maybe there was... Something, though...
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 4, 2024 20:49:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren yawned. Maybe he was more tired than he realized. Even with that in mind, sitting around doing nothing was not something he usually did. At least not anymore. His usual existence here was actually a little TOO exciting despite how mundane it felt to him. However, as he just stared at the fountain trying to figure out some sort of plan of action, something felt... Off in the air. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, though... Indeed, it seemed the bad feeling he was getting ended up being vindicated before long as an ominous figure slowly loomed into his peripheral vision...[break][break]
... Only for said figure to actually just be some... Teenaged girl? Wait... Something about her seemed a bit familiar to Oren. Was she from... Wutai? Granted, it was entirely possible she was some ninja from a different world... It turns out they did exist in the other universes that got dragged into Zephon too... Because of course they did. Nothing was unique anymore.[break][break]
Oren just looked at Yuffie with a completely blank expression regarding her... Energetic introduction. He did not at all appear surprised at her sudden appearance. Those iconic glowing eyes of a SOLDIER, former or otherwise, looked like they could stare right into her very soul. Oren just sighed and would cross his arms. Last time he was given a supposedly 'lucky day', he ended up biting the dust years down the line. Granted, he was rather certain an overly cocky teenager wasn't going to somehow be the second death of him... Probably. He supposed he'd humor whatever she had to say to him. If it was stupid, he could just go about his business. If it was actually something worthwhile, he'd have something to work on today.[break][break]
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Uh. Hi...? How exactly is my day going to be lucky now?"
Yep. Oren did not bother introducing himself at the moment. He also was not going to beat around the bush either.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 1, 2024 23:35:27 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren looked down at a couple wanted posters for some classic monster hunts... That was as easy as he expected it to be. Oren had decided to make another trip to Provo after some frustrations back in Torensten. While he was mainly here to look for extra jobs so he could stop thinking about his problems, there was a part of him that wanted to pay Angeal a visit since he apparently lived in the area... Even if he wouldn't openly admit it. He'd also likely run into two faces with far more... Complicated feelings attached to them should he get the nerve to go find Angeal. Oren wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet, though...[break][break]
Oren looked around the streets of Provo. He was trying to formulate some sort of strategies for dealing with the monsters so the other thoughts would leave him be for the time being... It really wasn't working. After a reunion with a certain spiky haired blonde, Oren now felt like... He himself had been forgetting something... Or... Someone...? It was something that especially began to bother him when Cloud couldn't remember who he was. Sure, they might not have been besties like him and Zack were, but Oren had still been someone he KNEW... Considering his own mind got a little scrambled up following his 'official' bath in Mako, it made him wonder if his own memories were not all there either... When he tried to force himself to think of a past he desperately wanted to forget, it was as if that bath of mako clouded the details of certain events... Or warped them...[break][break]
Oren had a friend growing up in the Sector 5 slums... The abandoned church... He spent a lot of time there too... Was it with that friend...? He remembered that much... Who... Who was she again, though? It was on the tip of his... Brain? He could almost make out her visage through that blinding light of Mako that shrouded clearer memories of her... Oren wasn't always alone in that abandoned church, though... He knew that for certain. Oren was feeling a little concerned for the first time in awhile. If this was something he was having issues remembering... Were there other memories in his mind that weren't fully correct? Was he overthinking it? Angeal remembered him and Oren's memories of him didn't seem distorted in any way... Ugh. Oren was giving himself another headache trying to think this over. However, a short distance away, he suddenly noticed a woman who did not seem to 'fit in' here... Someone who... Looked... Familiar...[break][break]
Oren's eyes widened. It was as if he suddenly emerged from that metaphorical sea of Mako that blinded him from certain memories of his past. It was all coming back to him... He just froze in place staring at the woman. Was that... Was that actually her? Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him... No... He should just... He had work to do now... Yet... Move he did not. He seemed to be petrified in place. It was likely a little concerning to others just passing back.[break][break]
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 1, 2024 23:04:52 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren actually felt some modicum of what some might call joy when he tried speaking to Cloud... However, that feeling slowly started to fade when as he said his piece on wondering what happened to Cloud, he was met with a face that spelled only... Confusion. Like Oren was some madman babbling on about events that never happened... Yet... Oren knew they did... They tried joining SOLDIER around the same time. Oren got in, but they ended up not accepting Cloud even though he was honestly pretty good at swordplay and stronger than he looked. Perhaps it was something to do with his mentality...? Indeed, if Cloud actually had been submerged in Mako despite not being deemed 'worthy' of it back then... And Oren himself came out of such a bath with his own mind a little fucked up... And could actually relate to that strange mental static...[break][break]
Oren tried to ponder over it a bit more and the conclusion he came to was an obvious, yet horrifying one... Mako poisoning. Of course, Cloud seemed to actually sort of recover from it unlike almost every other known case considering he wasn't in a catatonic state. Yet, the effects on his mind were rather apparent... Or was it possible...? Was he from some alternate reality where Oren didn't exist...? Oren hadn't considered THAT possibility yet because it honestly was something he hoped WASN'T the case. He already found existence itself slowly losing meaning with all the other universes that converged in Zephon and trying to ponder over alternate realities to the world he already came from... That thought alone was truly harrowing. Oren looked down, his expression actually looking a little... Sad. Maybe it would be a poor idea to try to question him further on Nibelheim... No matter how tempted Oren was to try and learn about what fate actually befell all of those who went on that mission...[break][break]
Oren sighed.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Mmm. I see. I suppose that isn't too surprising... I should have known better than to think your mind would have escaped such an experience fully intact... Not even my own did... Hm. Does the name 'Oren McGinnis' ring even the faintest of bells to you? It's... My name. From my memory, we both tried to make it into SOLDIER around the same time. It'd perhaps be presumptuous to say we were close, but we had stayed acquainted for some number of years after before... Well. That event I just described to you."
Oren couldn't even remember the last time he SAID the name McGinnis. He was pretty sure he hadn't said it once since arriving in Zephon as the lovely specter sitting before Cloud. He wasn't really sure what the current state of his memories were so Oren figured he'd start with how he remembered meeting Cloud and a basic enough idea of their relationship. Seeing this seeming lack of memory of himself from Cloud made Oren recall something... Or rather the fact that he DIDN'T recall something... Or someone...? Oren himself suddenly grasped his head as a pain wracked his mind and a strange static took over his vision for a few moments. It eventually subsided and he would slowly look at Cloud again in silence to see if any of what Oren said made any sense to him.[break][break]
... His own memory problems didn't matter right now.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Sept 1, 2024 21:48:56 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Ugh... Oren opened the door and emerged from his current abode within Torensten, adjusting Lunaris on his back and his little hat upon his head. He slept like complete shit last night. He wasn't sure if what he experienced was a nightmare or... Something else? It was bizarre and disturbing regardless. Oren pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath to steady himself. It was time for the usual hunt for jobs to kill another day... He had been given a lot to think about recently and he wasn't really sure what exactly he was going to do about it all at the moment...[break][break]
Oren decided to take a seat on a bench somewhere in the city and just... Watch a fountain. Yeah. Maybe something will just happen if he does this for a little while... With the way those invisible strings like to puppeteer Outlanders around, someone was bound to bother him eventually. He rubbed his temples in the meanwhile trying to get some order back in the chaos that was his mind. Of course, as the classic saying goes... Be careful what you wish for.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 27, 2024 5:48:05 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren's expression looked incredibly... Befuddled at when the strangely named Hythlodaeus started questioning to himself about he ended up here... Oh. He was drunk. Of course. That shit always explains it... It was almost impressive in its ridiculousness. Especially when he noted he had been all the way in TORENSTEN last he recalled.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Right then..."
Oren uttered. He still had no idea how that was even possible. Even that pretty drunkard seemed baffled at how he managed it.[break][break]
Unlike Oren's visible confusion, the elder looking man (relatively speaking at least), just looked upon them with a completely stoic look. Oren knew the look well. He was clearly gauging the two in silence. Listening for further intel from whatever they provided. During this time, Hythlodaeus would make a suggestion of sharing some stories while they waited around for the main event to begin. Oren honestly had no problem with music... Granted, any music being played throughout most of Zephon was not the sort of music he would listen to back home. It would be a little difficult to explain the more... Electrified music he indulged in that didn't seem to even exist in Zephon. People were another story, though... On top of the proposal of telling his own life's story.[break][break]
Oren's expression had stayed a bit more stoic after his confusion passed, though... The confusion immediately returned when the older man actually said his name... Auron... Oren... Auron...? Oren held his head. His vision seemed to briefly distort again. Had he truly underestimated the whims of these damnable different universes? Could this man be...? No... He looked nothing like him... If they actually were to be counterparts somehow, surely there'd be at least SOME similarity between their appearances. Still, the name being pronounced near identically to his own was truly bizarre to behold. Beyond his name and a tiny bit about his home world, he did not seem terribly interested in sharing much about his life, which Oren kind of understood. Was it for similar reason to his own or mere disinterest...? Considering how worn out Auron looked, Oren logically considered both possibilities there.[break][break]
Oren slowly closed his eyes. Even if they didn't look the same, there was still something almost uncanny about his demeanor in comparison to his own current mental state... Even as Oren found himself constantly questioning it. He even spoke of leaving for what he called the Farplane, which Oren assumed must be similar to returning to the Lifestream in his own world... So Auron really had died much like himself... Now reeling from suddenly being returned to the world of the living. Though, of course, THAT story was far more complicated than Oren could ever imagine.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... I certainly have no idea what those are so you're probably safe from them here..."
If 'Sin' or 'Yevon' did exist in Zephon, Oren probably would've looked into it because they did not sound like good things... In what world would something called SIN be a good thing after all? Oren let the silence hang in the air for a moment. He then sighed. Oren supposed he had to say SOMETHING now.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Oren... Mmh. Oren McGinnis. That is my name."
Oren rarely invoked his last name since coming to Zephon, but this was a situation where that was kind of necessary to avoid confusion.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... I am from a world called Gaia... For my story... To be respectful, it... It is not one you want to hear..."
Oren lightly shook his head. Auron spoke of his story being finished... Oren's own story was burned to ashes long before it could properly finish...
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 24, 2024 0:35:35 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren sighed. Was he truly so unforgettable...? Oren wasn't sure what to think about that. Regardless, he honestly couldn't imagine what Angeal had been going through. To think growing an almost angelic looking wing out of your back was actually the sign of something horrible happening within your own body... Oren rubbed his forehead a little. He arguably felt his own share of guilt for merely being apart of SOLDIER. The desperation back then to escape his parents and try to become some big hero like Sephiroth made him act rashly even if he definitely had what was required to join... He just wanted to be free. To never be hurt again. Yet having been an attack dog for Shinra for almost a decade of Oren's life proved itself to be truly deplorable... And caused him a lot of new pain instead. It was hard to really think all that optimistically about it in hindsight even if he met genuinely good people through his time there.[break][break]
Oren just sat quietly as Angeal started to speak up in response to what Oren had tried to utter out to him. Eventually, those glowing blue eyes opened again to stare off into the tumultuous distance before them. His words were arguably something more fit for Zack Fair's ears considering he was the one who actually did the deed from what Oren heard... Though knowing that goof, he wouldn't want Angeal talking like this to begin with. The words were also the confirmation that, yes, Angeal was fully aware of his final fate in their home world.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"So you are aware then... I can't really blame you for thinking there was no way to escape what was happening to you... Much as it still haunts me that you did what you did... You really should've let us all try, though... Even if we failed in the end... Regardless, times got rather difficult, though I'm not sure if even your presence might've prevented what ended up happening not even a year later..."
Whatever that certain incident was that he didn't know the truth of, he had a feeling whatever occurred may well have still transpired anyways. Oren then let off a very morbid looking smirk.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I already know you wouldn't like my little story especially... Doesn't have a pretty ending..."
The smirk that stretched across his face did not at all match the look in his eyes. The sorrowful look remained even as he tried to be somewhat sardonic about it all.[break][break]
After a moment, Oren's forced smile eventually went back down to that blank frown that had become common for him since arriving in Zephon and having his little epiphany about the world... Or rather WORLDS... It was a cruel existence and Oren had yet to figure out how to remotely cope with any of it... He couldn't end his own pain. He didn't quite have the nerve on top of thinking it'd be pointless to anyways. He'd either just wake up here again or somehow wake up somewhere else. Angeal spoke of a second chance... Oren could actually understand him taking the chance he was given. Alas, there was nothing here that really amounted to a second chance for Oren. His true second chance had been him turning against Shinra and now there was no Shinra to destroy or anything else he might've wanted to do. He hadn't exactly wronged anyone in their old world either... At least nobody who he can recall. He had... Nothing in Zephon. Not even some bare minimum reason for why he was summoned here in the first place. It was admittedly nice to see people he had lost in his old life, but... That didn't inherently solve his issue...[break][break]
Oren slowly turned to look at Angeal again.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Is that right, though...? I wish I could share your view... This is perhaps the best opportunity you could've gotten if the others are actually here too... For me, though... I am actually... Happy to see you, but... I... I don't know anymore."
Oren then turned to look at the emptiness before him.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"All I've been doing here is killing time so I can try to not THINK about anything... Took on work as a mercenary. With the Mako that empowers a SOLDIER, that's not exactly a difficult job to do here and there's plenty of work to find... Yet, it feels so... Empty now..."
Despite that, Oren kept doing it anyways. That lingering light inside of him wanted him to keep helping people... And that darkness wanted him to find some life-or-death challenge to finally thrill himself.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Is there any reason why we're all here? Does death actually matter anymore? Is anything we do here even going to matter in the end...?"
Oren's eyelids lowered sadly. It really seemed like this world wanted those trapped here to make their own fate, but... Oren had nothing to work with there... And now he was bothering another person with those issues even after he told himself how pointless it'd be to do so... Because Angeal was someone who maybe will give him SOMETHING worthwhile to consider.
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[attr="class","nikki109"]It was a pretty uneventful walk. For once, Oren was actually kind of relieved that nothing immediately went wrong on an outing like this. He could distract himself from the usual doom and gloom by trying to strategize how to possibly take on the enemy of the day as well. Him doing that was... More common than one would probably assume. He didn't have any Thunder Materia on him when he was brought to Zephon so he would probably need to be creative with the use of what he did have against something like this... Slow its movements with ice and gravity, ignite weak points with fire, he had his healing and revival materia to keep them going should anything fall flat against the machine... His sword, alongside his strength, was more than tough enough to deal with cutting through machinery as well.[break][break]
However, at around the same time Zenos had started to sense something amiss, Oren also felt something... Strange in the air. It was hard to explain. Perhaps it was indeed just instinct. Things had become a little TOO quiet as the time passed with their trek. Nice as it was... All good things always came to an end, though. A ray had started approaching where the peculiar duo stood and Oren, much as Zenos had done, would leap to the side. Oren's own dodge came in a somewhat more ridiculous fashion as he had lept into the air far higher than what would normally be possible for most people and did an acrobatic flip as if it were second nature to his very being. He would land in the grass, skidding a little further to the side before he immediately pulled Lunaris off of his back again and straightened his stance. It seemed their target had saw them first and would, indeed, make itself known... Oren didn't recognize any machine like it, but it was admittedly a pretty impressive looking one. However, what happened next would confuse Oren just a little bit...[break][break]
Oren's companion had addressed the machine in a manner that indicated he actually recognized it... And the machine, in return, yelled out in a warped, vaguely huamn voice what Oren could deduce was actually the behemoth's name... Zenos. Oren started walking towards that strange weapon.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Friend of yours, I take it?"
Oren quipped in a somewhat amused manner. Whatever this machine was, it seems likely it was also an 'Outlander' like them... Something that came from wherever Zenos originated. There wasn't much time to actually speak further on the matter before the machine started charging another laser and Zenos had just immediately started gunning for it. Oren took a deep breath and grasped Lunaris with both hands, striking a stance where he held the sword at a downward angle in front of him... Much like a certain one winged angel...
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Alright then... I'll play your game."
Oren's vision started warping in front of him in tune with his own thoughts gradually being overtaken by a desire to rip apart that machine before him... His head started hurting and he knew the only thing that'd make it stop... A grin stretched across Oren's face as he, much like Zenos, started running towards the machine. Much like Zenos, Oren would also prepare to jump out of the way at the very last second... Maybe this will be rather fun after all...
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 19, 2024 21:34:11 GMT -6
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JUST KILLING TIME...
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[attr="class","nikki101"]I BELIEVE THAT NONE OF THIS TRULY MATTERS...
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[attr="class","nikki102"]WELL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL MYSELF ANYWAYS...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]It was inevitable that Oren found himself returning back to Torensten. The past few experiences had been rather... Heavy to put it lightly. He had been given a lot to think about and had been forced to think about a lot of things he had been trying to repress since arriving in Zephon. All he knew was that he probably was planning on making some extra trips in the near future... However, as he approached the city-state that had become his familiar stomping ground during this ridiculous second life of his, he noticed something... Really strange in the distance. There really was no other way to describe it.[break][break]
Oren quirked an eyebrow at the sight of a clown floating ever so slightly above a small fire that had been formed on the ground. That wasn't even some insult or anything. The creep looked like a genuine jester. Akin to some weirdo who'd work at the famed Gold Saucer or something out of a storybook. There was no clear source for that small fire either, though Oren had vaguely heard what seemed to be the clown's voice muttering something... Magic then? Oren wasn't sure if this guy would be an issue or not... He was kind of freaky, though. That much was true.[break][break]
Oren sighed. Well. Someone needed to see what was going on here so he guessed it had to be him. He didn't see anyone else in the area... Oren slowly started walking up to Kefka. He would then lightly wave up at him.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Hey. Clown. Over here. Are you doing alright...?"
Bright, glowing eyes just stared at the totally innocent jester from beneath the shade of a nice hat. Oren then shoved his hands into his pockets. While he currently looked casual enough, he was fully prepared to defend himself should this likely bizarre interaction go south.