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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.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 19, 2024 22:31:01 GMT -6
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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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[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.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 16, 2024 23:31:17 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oren's eyes continued to gaze around the courtyard for signs of... Anything peculiar, though nothing immediately stood out to him. It honestly seemed an innocent enough celebration currently, though he supposed the 'main event' hadn't actually begun yet so there was still time for something a little more... Interesting to unveil itself. Even then, Oren still doubted that he would uncover some grand truth about Zephon and/or why he might've been summoned to this damned place... Yet, try he would anyways in the unlikely event that he DID learn something new. Maybe there was some reason why he was here... Or something he was merely missing about all of this... Oren sighed and shook his head.[break][break]
Oren decided to just move off to the side and leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed. Maybe observation would be the key. He had no ill intent so hopefully nobody would get the wrong idea here... No matter how many odd glances continued to be thrown his way. However, it seems some sort of cruel fate decided to pull a few invisible strings as Oren heard footsteps approaching where he was... Two different sets in fact... A friendly introduction inquiring about where they were all at and then a rather gruff sounding voice answered before Oren himself could answer. Oren looked up and glanced between the two... The strangely named lad had an equally odd colored head of hair that Oren would almost describe as... Lavender? Was it dyed or was that actually natural...? When Oren looked at the older looking man who made no introduction of his , Oren was given pause when seeing his eyes (or rather, single eye)...[break][break]
The look was very similar to how some had describe the deadened, tired gaze in Oren's own eyes during his time in Zephon...[break][break]
Oren was not sure how to describe... Hythlodaeus? He was probably going to need to constantly think that to himself to not forget how it was pronounced... Very pretty. Carrying a stringed instrument like some sort of bard out of a storybook. Had a truly bizarre name... The older looking man had the look of a true warrior. Albeit, a very weary one. Oren remained silent for a moment. They were both indeed much the same as he was, though Oren couldn't immediately try to guess where they actually came from.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Just arrived, huh..."
Oren slowly uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands into his pockets, stepping forward from the pillar he leaned again.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"So, you've just found yourself here from wherever you originated then. Either a cruel fate befell you or SOMETHING here decided to be coy and just poof you here out of the blue... I'd wager a guess you're not from here either..."
Oren glanced at Hythlodaeus. This world always seemed to have a strange way of bringing the people who didn't actually belong here together.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"He is correct, though. The only real civilization out in these parts that they fittingly call the Fractured Plains... I was looking into something out here and had not anticipated I'd arrive to festivities..."
Oren knew a little more compared to Auron given that he's been in Zephon longer, but he didn't know WHAT exactly the celebration here was about beyond a few vague guesses relating to 'Titan'. Yet another name that he remembered hearing in his own world, albeit it wasn't something people worshipped there... Oren did not elaborate further, but it got the point across as to why he was here if nothing else.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Aug 8, 2024 2:31:07 GMT -6
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[attr="class","nikki109"]It felt like the world around Oren has frozen. The raucous winds and waves now silent. It was just a dead man standing before another dead man, though only one of them looked as though he was an angel that had emerged from the Lifestream ready to guide others into the embrace of that green void. Oren was not entirely sure what he thought seeing Angeal again. There was so much he could say, yet would any of it even matter? Well, there were a few thoughts... Merely reminiscing about when everything actually seemed to be going fine... About the 1st Class SOLDIER who had actually willingly gave his time for the lower classes to help them train. Almost like an ideal father figure... Well, more like an older brother. He wasn't THAT old after all. It was a common ritual as Oren constantly sought to prove he was worthy of being 1st Class. Even if his mind was a touch warped, the power he gained from becoming a SOLDIER was undeniable. Thinking back on everything, Oren reached one particular memory... One of the last times he actually saw Angeal before that horrid year TRULY got out of hand. It might've been around the time Genesis had defected and conned all those other SOLDIERs into following him... Angeal was as helpful of a mentor as ever, though something had been slightly off about his demeanor. In hindsight, it made sense. Especially seeing the sight before him...[break][break]
Oren had been taken aback when Angeal immediately jumped to his feet, clearly startled by his beckoning. If Oren wanted to be fair, he'd probably do the same thing if a voice called out to him when he thought he was alone. There wasn't exactly a more tactful way to make his presence known, though... Angeal had quickly calmed down after a moment, realizing who stood before him. Oren chuckled bitterly.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"I almost thought you forgot who I was for a moment there... I probably look like hell now, don't I? Suppose you look rather tired yourself..."
It would've been better if he had forgotten... Oren then slowly plopped his hat back onto his head.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"If you think it's been a long time, take a guess how long it's been for me..."
Oren indeed never fell victim to becoming one of those freaky clones. He was very much still himself. He certainly killed his share of those clones, though... They had all been rather pathetic compared to what it'd be like to fight the real deal. Now that was a fight that'd give Oren a real challenge...[break][break]
There perhaps was a benefit to the fact that Oren went the rest of his prior life never learning exactly what happened with Sephiroth in Nibelheim. Of course, even if Oren knew, he wouldn't exactly fault Angeal for hanging around him in Zephon... Nor would it make him immediately turn on the man. He likely was ever the hero even now... Oren had heard a startling report regarding Sephiroth some time back so he knew he was SOMEWHERE in Zephon already, but that was about it. He hadn't had the heart to actually track down where he was currently at... Oren was afraid of what might happen when he finally did run into Sephiroth. What he might learn in the process... Ugh. His head was starting to hurt even more.[break][break]
In spite of everything that happened, Oren knew Angeal was never a bad person... It was perhaps foolish to overlook his mistakes, but even in death, only the worst of the worst would have negative things to say about the man... It took an extraordinary amount of willpower for Oren to not immediately kill them on the spot, but choice words were definitely said. Oren rubbed one of his temples.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... I... I probably should sit... My head hurts."
Oren talking about getting strange headaches likely was mentioned to Angeal a few times in the past. He didn't remember for certain. He slowly walked closer to Angeal, took Lunaris off his back, and would sit down nearby the Buster Sword... Peculiar. If Zack Fair actually somehow ended up in Zephon, which would not surprise Oren in the slightest, that'd mean there could be at least three Buster Swords lurking about. The same sword from three different points in time all used in differing fashions by their owners.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... I did make it, Angeal... To 1st Class."
Oren held up Lunaris in front of him, the slotted Materia gleaming in contrast to the black blade.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Got myself some new threads and had this fancy toy crafted for the occasion... It wasn't a happy one, though... I mean. How could it be? You... You weren't..."
Oren didn't finish the sentence. Those cold words about Angeal's fate got caught in his throat. He just laid Lunaris down in front of him and closed his eyes. Oren had almost wanted to just start rambling about everything that happened, yet... He knew if he did that, he'd only get to more sordid affairs pretty quickly... And that was not even getting into what eventually befell Oren himself. Things truly just got even worse after Angeal was gone. Was there really anything positive that Oren could talk about in this damnable existence? Then some otherworldly force decided to play another cruel joke on himself and countless people from so many different realms. Oren slowly curled up and rested his arms on top of his knees.[break][break]
[attr="class","dialogue"]"... Sorry..."
Oren fell silent for the moment after uttering that.
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[attr="class","nikki102"]WELL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL MYSELF ANYWAYS...
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[attr="class","nikki109"]The feeling of awakening from death itself was a rather strange one that Oren may one day grow used to or never experience again in this next life that was inexplicably forced upon him. One thing that long plagued Oren and made him utterly laugh at fate itself nowadays was the lack of any reason why he was in Zephon. He robotically trudged along, day after day, passing the time until he dropped dead again or ended up teleported to some other world to waste more time. Whatever came first. He long verged on giving up on trying to find some reason for any of this, but a part of him did still want to unearth SOME reason behind what brought the 'Outlanders' to this world... Or merely just make up his own purpose for being here. He tried not to dwell on it much, but this land did give him opportunities that were now impossible back home... Yet he had been so broken down by everything, both in his old life and by the morbid realization regarding his very existence in Zephon, that he felt incapable of actually taking them... That being said, there was one thing he wanted to try and investigate regarding that purpose. Not even for a job, but of his own volition.[break][break]
Oren trudged through the vast, strangely cracked plains, his boots crunching up the dry grass beneath them as he did so... So it was true those fissues let off some otherworldly light... He had to go past the Metaia Marshlands to get here. It apparently was another route to get to Aljana should he ever want to go there again, but Oren figured dealing with a desert was preferable to this place... Something about it just felt... Off to him... He wasn't sure why as the actual climate was almost serene. Rather fitting for its appearance, this part of Zephon was only known as the Fractured Plains. Oren had to ignore that bad feeling in the back of his mind, though, as there was much he wanted to look into regarding this place... If he was following the map correctly, he should reach the aptly named 'Fractured City', which was the only true civilization within this place. Populated by people of some religious sect who worship a supposed God with a rather familiar name... Had Oren not known better at this point, he would chalk it up to coincidence, but there was no such thing as those anymore... Oren thus continued on his lonely walk with only an occasional light breeze and some faint rumbling beneath him breaking the silence.[break][break]
Oren was not sure how much time had passed before he eventually stumbled across signs of civilization... It would be rude to call it a backwater, but it almost reminded him of home... Just a lot more uniform and less cluttered in appearance. The rumbling in the ground had grown more noticeable as he approached, though thankfully not enough to cause any destruction in the quaint 'City'. This indeed was the place. Oren would approach and things seemed a little... Empty. Barring a few people who seemed to be hurrying off somewhere. Oren managed to catch one of the people... Who promptly gawked at him and cheerfully explained what was happening before they were on their way. Oren was used to the natives of Zephon looking at him like that... He didn't exactly put forth the friendliest of faces and his glowing 'Mako Eyes' didn't help... Regardless, he got what he needed. It seemd he had arrived in time for some sort of celebration they were having today? He just had to go to the courtyard outside of some temple... It wasn't hard to see the temple so Oren would walk towards it. Indeed, the courtyard area was congested with people and more and more were piling into the space. Most of them seemed to be the locals of this city... Given that a decent chunk of them immediately stared at Oren when he stepped into the courtyard before going about their business, though a few came forward to greet Oren and politely welcome him. Oren just sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and returned the greeting. He then moved on ahead and started looking around the courtyard curiously... Almost too curiously. While there were some goods to peruse, he tried to find out some more details about their specific 'celebration' and also seemed to be looking for... Something? Not even he was sure what he hoped to find.[break][break]
If Auron wanted to spot an 'otherworlder', he had one very obvious person to look at now. The more distinct outfit. The traveling gear. The sword. The eyes. He certainly fit the bill for someone who didn't belong here.
Post by Oren McGinnis on Jul 29, 2024 17:47:16 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"]... Well. This was a little different than the usual. The behemoth of a man had paused with his exercises after a moment and just... Stared at Oren. Oren didn't even know how long it lasted before he heard a word out of him... Just gazing into his warped soul. If Oren had to guess, he must've been silently gauging him. Oren really wasn't sure how much one could gather from him just standing around, but it seemed whatever the other observed elicited some sort of... Approval? Oren wasn't really sure... He already gathered the man had some clear skill with his scythe and had a baffling stature that definitely had its advantages for combat. Eventually, the other confirmed that he was indeed the other mercenary that Oren was supposed to team up with today and that they had some walking to do to find this robotic... Thing. That was that. He was all business. It was honestly a bit of a relief for once to work with someone like this... He could stay focused and not have to think about matters beyond the mission.[break][break]
Oren would just curtly nod.
[attr="class","dialogue"]"Right... Let us. This should be a simple matter."
Well. Oren could only hope that it would be. While he was a little excited at the prospect of a genuinely unknown enemy, he certainly wasn't prepared to lose to it. What information there was out there on it didn't seem like anything Oren couldn't handle. Oren would then start walking nearby Zenos towards their destination. Unless the other tried saying anything else to Oren, he would remain silent from that point onward. Not exactly much to do when you're just walking to go destroy a giant robot that can somehow use magic. Oren would occasionally fidget with his hands or unsheathe his sword to look it over and swing at the air with it a few times.
