Good evening. What can I get for you?

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bluehaired-tales‌:

What a very strange individual. 

At least that was what she had supposed to herself, and had decided that it was perhaps best that she kept that comment to herself too.

As mysterious and cryptic as her statement was, it was purely intentional. Maybe this one would be put off a little and would think no more of it.

Oh how wrong she was. 

Pari watched them leave after they had conversed. Thinking to herself that they probably wouldn’t be back. Although it didn’t stop her from contacting her handler just in case. As such, she often kept her ears to the ground for any new work leads. 

The next night however;

Pari had been flabbergasted by the appearance of Libra once again. Apparently her cryptic commentary hadn’t put them off. As unsettling as they were, oddly calm, it still didn’t stop her from being polite and passing the glass of water to them. 

Their following question caused her to raise a brow. 

“I did.. and he was actually wondering if you were being serious. Seeing as you’re back, I’m guessing you weren’t put off. I’d take my hat off to you, if I indeed wore one. Yes, turns out I have a job. But we cannot divulge it here.” 

“Good.” Libra smiled, eyes glittering for a moment with childish excitement, mixed with an approving look, but one that less suggested I’m glad it worked out and more all as things should be. “Of course, I’m serious. If not, I wouldn’t have come in the first place. Is there a back room in which we can discuss?”

This time, Libra didn’t so much as touch the glass of water, seemingly void of any interest in it. After all, Pari and her line of work were of much more interest to them...

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theketchupspy‌:

Gemüse grunted.  Part of him wasn’t particularly happy at the idea of an unknown stranger following him to his hotel room, but it was currently the only lead he had, so he’d suck it up.  He could always change hotels, or at least rooms, afterwards.

While Libra finished their preparations for their job, Gemüse finished his drink, mumbling irritably about never having the chance to order food, but such were the sacrifices one made in a field such as his.  He pushed it aside, handed over his debit card to pay for the drink, and stood from his seat.  

“Sure,” Gemüse answered, digging a finger around in his ear; as he glanced at Libra with half-lidded eyes.  “Just give me a ride to my universe, and we’ll be good to go.”

He didn’t exactly have a way back to his universe.  Given the long term nature of it, his homeworld was only checking in every other week (wow, when it was put like that, it almost sounded like they wanted to get rid of him.  Rude.)  He did actually have a means to call home, but it was very clearly explained to him that it was for emergency use only.  

Libra paused with a blank stare. “So you’re unable to return to your universe? Hm... I should be able to locate your universe if I have you with me to reference the nature of your universe’s energies.”

Without warning they collapsed onto the floor in a jumble of limbs, a rag doll, a puppet abandoned by its puppeteer, eyes unfocused. Their coworker rushed over immediately, crouching over them, calling their name and asking what was wrong, but they got no response or reaction, not a twitch or glance. The coworker was just dialing the ambulance when just as suddenly, Libra’s pupils snapped back into focus and they jerked up to their feet again.

Failing to notice their coworker, they instead turned back to their new otherworldly acquaintance and said, “I’ve found it. Are you ready to go? Ah, we should retreat into a private space first.” A late realization, but they slipped out the door before their coworker could say anything more, leaving their coworker standing there, dazed, with their mouth half open.

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sweetest-blxxd‌:

✮˚✧₊⁎ The young vampire had left his residence after an unfortunately unsuccessful week, and he no intention to let the soggy weather ruin his plan. The previous night had provided him no opportunity to hunt or even to properly explore the city. It had been a disappointing experience, and was eager to wash away the bitter taste of failure. 

      The night was far from enjoyable; the rain had been annoying him for a while now, ruining his initial plans. That had not been enough to discourage him, and Valentino had found his way in one of the last open bars. The cold didn’t bother him as much as when he was human, but the chills the rain sent down his spine remained a disgrace. Stepping inside the local with a sigh of relief, he looked around, pleased to see there were still some patrons around; it seemed the decision to stop there had brought more opportunities. It was promising.

     Idly fixing the collar of his shirt, Valentino calmly approached the bartender. He approached the other with a sincere smile – he still enjoyed a good chat – acknowledging his words with a polite nod. 

      ❝Good evening; I hope I am not too late,❞ he continued, silently studying the man. Something about his presence stirred the vampire ’s instincts, but Valentino wouldn’t quite grasp what it was. He had the distinct feeling there was more, almost as if two eyes were staring at him from the shadows. The intuition was neither frightening or intimidating: no, the vampire was lured by it.

      Taking his time, he rested his arms over the counter. ❝Do you have a menu, or, even better, a suggestion? I’m not looking for anything strong or bitter. Thank you in advance,❞ Valentino requested, his smile lingering. A drink would not sate his thirst, but it would be a nice distraction while he waited for his chance.

“Not at all, half an hour is easily enough for a quick drink,” they replied gently, their own abyssal black eyes studying him in return. Just as Libra had taken interest in him, so had he seemed to have taken an interest in Libra.

“Our Alkaid Sea is our most prized drink.” They plucked a menu from beside them and slid it towards this curious customer, lightly pointing out the Alkaid Sea from the selection. Now there were only one or two other patrons left in the soon to be empty bar, and Libra and this curious new arrival would have the bar to themselves.

In the meantime, Libra continued to gaze deeply into his visage, his smirk and the curve of his eyes suggesting the careful, aimed twist of a cherry tree branch. At the same time, the leaves and petals were weighted, dripping with fresh rain. This detail was literal, as the firefly-like bar lamps cast a sparkle upon the raindrops sitting in the patron’s hair and upon his shoulders.

“Long day?” They eyed the slightest of wrinkles in his forehead, the angle of his brow. Now the last of the other patrons had gone, and it was just the two of them.

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ic fact. }}

Most people owned houses or apartments in which they resided at times, yes? A natural parallel to how birds built nests, and the like. Perhaps it was something Libra should consider investing in as well…? Or so they idly wondered to themself.

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robocatandboy‌:

“I’d say the ‘without a soul’ part isn’t too far off.” Nobita lightly smacked his best friend’s head before returning his attention to him, “You just yelled at a total stranger, you know. And all because you’re so stubborn.” 

“You’re right. I guess there really is nothing I can do now…” Doraemon sighed before answer the curious stranger’s question, “Sorry for yelling at you like that. I’m Doraemon, a robot cat from the future!” 

“Hm? Does yelling warrant an apology?” They would be sure to remember that, in that case, although now that they thought about it, raising their voice was never a habit Libra themself entertained. But of more immediate interest to them at the moment was...

“A robot cat? A cat creature modified into a robot? Or a robot designed after a cat?” Libra’s stare intensified, almost threatening to burn a hole in the robot cat somehow. Likely it was the latter, as a modified cat would typically still retain a soul. “And from the future... That is to say, you previously resided in a later point in the midworld timeline--” (They neglected to consider that ‘midworld’ was not a common term) “--and relocated yourself to this point in its timeline? Which means time manipulating creations must exist in the later timeline... Fascinating.”

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@picorihero (ask.)

“Watch–!” Link shouted, but the dog struck faster than his warning could reach the other. Heroic impulse threw him between the fray as the boy pried the animal off of the poor stranger and allowing it to clamp onto his own arm.

Through it all, Link spoke in an ancient, unknown language to many, but the dog’s ears perked up and its growls subsided. Eventually it released its grip and barked back its last warning not to ‘sneak up on it like that.’

He pulled his arm close to his chest and applied pressure to the injury as he watched the dog scamper off. Almost in a daze, he had to snap himself away and turn to the stranger reminding himself why he got involved in the first place. He slurred his words together but managed to produce the beginnings of “Areyou–” then stopped. Are they… Smiling? His brain kicked up again and finished the question: “… ‘right?”

Instead of answering the kid’s question, Libra pursued what was of more interest to them. “Was that a foreign language you spoke?” They could recognize, understand, and speak most languages by now, but it seemed there were yet more to acquaint themself with, and this caught their attention instantly.

Indeed they were smiling, completely unfazed by the incident, despite that the dog’s teeth had undoubtedly made contact with their arm. Or had it? There was no injury to be found anywhere on them, not so much as a stain on their perfectly white shirt, no rips, no bruises, no blood.

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pushspacetocontinue‌:

“Well, I meant them. I didn’t want them to try and hurt you. You know, one of them had a knife, they coulda stabbed you, or like, cut you,” he said, before he looked curious, “Well, I guess, um, well…”

Just how did he explain it? Most people just instinctively knew what he meant by that. 

“I mean, I guess, good, as in what most people should do, which is like, help people out if they can,” he said, fidgeting, “I uh, it’s… I find it hard to explain, I’m uh, ehehe, I’m sorry about that.”

He really did. He wasn’t that great at putting his thoughts into words, and with this topic, it seemed impossible. 

He was very thankful that he had the chance to more onto something a little bit easier. 

“I like seeing the ideas people have. Like, they make their own worlds and bring them to life. I think it’s really fascinating,” he said, smiling, “And I think it’s good to lose yourself in those different worlds and stories sometime.”

He then listened to Libra as they explained their own tastes in books. 

“That’s interesting to hear. Reading about people can really help us learn about like, our attitudes, how we’ve gone on through history, that kinda thing,” he agreed, that’s good to hear. I hope our library isn’t an exception. I’m sure there will be something you’ll like. Funnily enough, my brother used to say that humans are made of stars and stories.” 

He was trying to tell himself that his companion was just a bit strange and that he had no right to judge, even if he felt something really was off about him. He was probably just being too paranoid.

When they got to the library, he walked over to the door and opened it to that Libra could step inside first, as he usually did whenever he was with someone.

“A… after you,” he said, politely. 

“Oh...? I see.” Libra contemplated this. They had never witnessed an occurrence of a person stabbing or cutting another with a knife, but now, hearing about it, it was evidently something to keep in mind. Perhaps they could still retrieve the item in question.

“Hm... I understand. People are expected to aid each other when possible.” Finally they came to a satisfactory level of understanding with the concept, and sought no further inquiries on the matter. For now, they understood this as a part of the concept of social expectation, or social norms, and took it at face value.

The wonder of human creation. Yes, Libra found that wonderfully fascinating themself, and they wholeheartedly agreed with the opinion. But there was one thing they didn’t quite grasp. “What do you mean by losing yourself?”

Attitudes, history, this too was true. “Humans...are made of stars and stories,” they repeated to themself, feeling the words through their voice like one stroked fine silk with their fingers. A curious, mysterious phrase. “What does that mean?”

When he held the door open for Libra, they didn’t enter. “I’d like to fetch something, so you go in first. I’ll be back shortly.” Immediately, they turned back the way they came and disappeared, leaving only a light gust of wind in their wake.

As they had promised, they returned after a few minutes, and once they had, they searched to relocate the interesting stranger, vaguely wondering if he’d found any books to take a liking to yet.

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bluehaired-tales‌:

“Well, as I’ve said. You get to see the world.. go and do business with shady types. But I tend not to go back into the field as much. I mean there’s the once in a while where I dabble. But that’s about it..”

The notion of them asking to accompany her caused the woman’s eyes to widen somewhat. Mostly because while it wasn’t anywhere near as dangerous as it used to be, it still wasn’t ideal for bringing someone along..

“Well.. I would certainly have to talk to my handler about that. See, they happen to be who I get the job from.. Or used to. As I’ve said, not been in the game for a while.”

“See the world...” Libra repeated to themself. A simple set of words, but ones that carried such mystery and temptation for themself. It was becoming more tangible, this ex-information broker Pari, the feel of her atmosphere.

“Alright. Then I’ll wait until you’ve discussed it with them.” They stood suddenly. “I’m looking forward to it.” And with that, they paid for the still-untouched water and left without another word (they’d simply forgotten to say goodbye), nor did they ask for Pari’s contact information or give her theirs. But they were gone, and then it was as though they’d never come in the first place.

The next evening, Libra appeared once more in the bar at around the same time as before, striding up to order yet another glass of water when they confirmed that Pari was the one behind the counter. “Hello again,” they said pleasantly, with their usual ghostly smile. “Have you spoken to your handler?”

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triplemuse‌:

“….. Well you can’t do anything like that.”

A couple more chips were handed over with a sigh. How on earth did they get into this situation, was it some kind of prank? Were they just a fool? If so, this other person seemed determined about this then.

“You’re supposed to put the chips in your mouth. Ya know… open it, shove them in? Close it again? As for chewing, just… repeatedly open and close your jaw until the chips are all soft and stuff.”

What a mess this was already…

Libra listened to the instructions closely and intently as they once again cradled the new set of chips in their palms. Open their mouth. Shove the chips in. Once again, the shoving part was done with poor precision, and broken chips flew into the ground like shitty fireworks, but this time, at least some of it made it in. Close it again. Repeatedly open and close their jaw.

It was working the intended way, somewhat.

“And as for swallowing?” they asked next, half-chewed chips still sitting in their mouth.

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triplemuse‌:

There’s an oddly long silence, before Palkia just tilts their head, with probably the most dumb-founded look one could possibly make.

“You… don’t know how to eat?” Even most ghost types at least knew how, despite being basically dead!. And especially if this one was trying to pose as a human! Sure, the other things said had been pretty… oddly worded at the least, but that?

“You just…. shove the food in your mouth. and then chew it. And then swallow…” This was not something the god of space ever saw themself explaining. A couple of chips were pulled from the bag and held out to Libra.

“Here, you try.”

“I don’t,” they confirmed, expression unfazed. Their eyes fell to the food offered to them. Of course, they had to practice... So they reached out both of their hands and accepted the potato chips, holding them like a puddle of water instead of pinching them between their fingers and thumb like one was supposed to.

You just shove the food in your mouth was taken literally, and Libra just smashed the stuff in their face, forgetting to even open their mouth first. The crushed chips crumbled pathetically onto their shirt and the ground. None of it made it in. Regardless, they thought to move to the next step.

“How does one chew?” They looked completely serious. It was not an elaborate joke, unfortunately for both of them.

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theketchupspy‌:

“I see.”  Gemüse supposed it made enough sense.  He didn’t believe in these Celestials as gods, and would not do so, but he could comprehend the idea of some otherly species living in a different… plane?  He wasn’t sure what the technical differences were between a plane and a universe, other than it seemed that universes had planes, but he didn’t feel as if it really mattered.  

Gemüse didn’t entirely catch what was said, but from the sounds of what he did hear, it sounded like this guy was planning on breaking some sort of rules.  He didn’t really care, as long as it suited him.  

“Me personally?  Not long.  I just arrived here not too long ago.  My universe?  I can’t say.  Probably some years.” His expression scrunched.  Maybe he should have paid more attention when they were explaining this to him.  He didn’t honestly expect to find a source.  No one did.  

“I have some more information back at the hotel, if you can understand more technical mumbo jumbo.”

“Mm...? I’m not certain what ‘technical mumbo jumbo’ is, but if you have more information, I’ll hear it. My shift ends in a few minutes, I’ll come with you once I’ve cleaned up.”

For all their social mishaps, Libra was at least trained and competent in their job. They were quick and efficient in their preparations, and the next employee to take over was present and ready to be passed the metaphorical baton. Soon they emerged again from the back room and placed themself between their new otherworldly acquaintance and the door, ready to leave and follow.

How were they to determine whether the source was internal or external? If another otherworldly visitor came here and caused these effects, there would likely be a trace of it, a foreign scent to be found near sites of tampering or along the universal borders. Could Libra manage to investigate the borders without getting caught? It would be easier to investigate the sites of deaths caused by the phenomenon. No, inversely...

“Bring me samples from your universe,” Libra said suddenly, like snapping out of a dream. “Samples affected by the phenomenon.” They, of course, meant human corpses that had fallen victim to unnatural deaths. “I’ll feel the energy imbued in them. If that energy matches that of this universe, the culprit originates from here. If it matches yours, the culprit originates from your universe. If it matches neither, the culprit originates from a universe other than mine or yours.”

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triplemuse‌:

The space god gave a wave, red eyes glancing around right after. This was at least a semi-public place, so probably best to keep their question to themself for now.

“It’s too nice a day to pass up, I just had to get put and see what might be new!”

That response was followed up by a crunch… Chips. This being, a god, able to control space and dimension at a whim… was eating a bag of convenience-store branded potato chips.This one didn’t really seem to care  about their status, truly…

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around. Got a name?”

“Too nice...a day? What constitutes a ‘nice’ day?” As far as Libra knew, every day was the same, but perhaps it was different for others. Potato chips... Human food. Perhaps eating human food was effective for blending in with them?

“How does one do that?” And, realizing the vagueness of their phrasing, restated, “How is ‘eating’ done?” Even though most Pokemon ate as well, Libra had never desired to blend in with common Pokemon, so they truly had never looked into the concept. Of course, they had no clue it was weird to simply ask.

“A name...” Those were a human thing. “Others refer to me by Libra.”

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robocatandboy‌:

“Just to be clear, I’m gonna ask you one last time. How many dorayakis did we buy?” Doraemon crossed his arms while standing on the tips of his toes (?) to get a good look at his best friend’s every move. A single change could be a sign of lies. 

“We bought six and we currently have six. Just as I’ve been saying!” To avoid the judgmental eyes of his best friend, Nobita kept his eyes closed and his back against the wall. He tried relaxing but he could feel the robot’s breath get closer and closer. 

“I do not remember buying six! We definitely bought eight!” Doraemon finally backed away to wave his arms in distress, “That means you ate two! You owe- What!?” The robot cat turned to the white-haired stranger with his voice as angry as before. 

Whiskers, red nose, round eyes, stubby limbs. Curious. Libra fell to a squat to scrutinize every component of interest, completely unfazed at having been shouted at, while its human companion remained ignored in favor of this blue oddity.

“What are you?” they repeated, voice hazy like a drifting smoke, eyes gliding around the blue thing’s form, a lost bird unable to find a perch. “A creature without a soul? Or a construct? Surely a construct of some sort...”

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musas-infinitas‌:

Had the newcomer not surpassed the threshold, Claudia would have locked the door and shut the blinds–perhaps even right before them, crushing hopes of dire medical assistance. But, no. They entered her domain before her nightly getaway, and thus, her hands were tied.

At the beckon of the other, she approached–her head cocked, lips splitting into that signature ear-to-ear grin, despite no light touching her vacant eyes.  

“A drunkard hit his head, did he? I have just the thing.”

Drunkards. She had dealt with them before one too many times. Such pitiful things who needed the strongest medicine of all: a harsh reality check.

She motioned for the other to follow into the hall that branched behind the waiting room. Despite the paperwork that needed filling before one could barge in and demand visitation, the interns had already departed, and, well–one could break the rules if they were the rulemaker. (Besides, the visitation could hardly be considered formal. A little bandage ought to fix him up nicely–far too insignificant to note in the archives.)

With an amused hum, she spoke:

“You’re lucky, you know. I was just about to lock up for the night. Had I, perhaps you would’ve had to leave him bleeding out on my doorstep.”

A little chuckle followed, fingers touching quaint to her lips, as though in innocent humor.

Assistance with carrying the other, she offered not. This individual seemed to be faring fine. Not even breaking a sweat.

In the event that Libra was unable to secure medical aid, they would’ve simply sought help elsewhere, though there was less guarantee their bar patron would’ve received treatment in time had it come to that. Regardless, their patron found fortune with him today, so it seemed.

Their own dim eyes reached deeply into the blue, similarly dim ones of the clinic owner. An energy of playful amusement, like a sweet perfume, a caramel apple, glee, a ring of fairies. Libra smiled gently.

“Yes, that’s correct.” Or rather, that’s what they’d heard had happened according to their coworker, Libra themself had been looking away when the crash of a table had avalanched through even the din of the bar. They now followed at the clinic owner’s gesture, moving the large man through the hall as effortlessly and lightly as they’d brought him in.

“Me? There would have been no consequence to myself,” the bartender responded cheerfully, even adding a short, light laugh (it was appropriate to laugh when others laughed, yes?), though it was as if that laugh was manufactured, counterfeit, stiff, or something thrown in carelessly, amateurish. They found nothing odd about her sense of humor, either.

Indeed they could have gone on carrying this man for as long as necessary, could possibly even have walked around the Earth’s circumference on their back, but hopefully the patient room was not that far, lest this patron would’ve first bled to death.

In any case, this was a timing in which it was appropriate to give a word of thanks, right?

“Thank you.”

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@sweetest-blxxd

The bar was a little over half an hour or so from closing up for the night, and only a few patrons still lingered, even these stragglers just about finishing up in ten or twenty. It was soon to be empty. The night was damp, and just outside the window, the rain fell softly but insistently. Libra paid the weather no mind, instead intently fixated on the patrons that remained, smiling distractedly at them with a serene expression. Until the door moved open once more, that is, and now Libra turned to greet this curious customer that would make entrance so near closing time.

A blood-red soul, one of clear vampiric flavor, yet seasoned with an unmistakable trace of human scent: a human turned vampire. The stride of the soul’s owner was smooth yet firm, the grace of a cherry tree branch, his eyes the floating petals.

“Good evening.” Libra’s own gentle voice entwined with his energy, a breeze brushing through the cherry tree like sand through fingers. “What can I get for you tonight?”

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bluehaired-tales‌:

Keen was one way to put it. Direct was probably a lot more appropriate, given that at that point in time, she had seen a lot.

Had done a lot and had a lot done to her. Perhaps she may have seemed jaded, but some feelings would always remain. And that would be that little thrill of getting to see new places, meet new people and to of course get into some dangerous scrapes.

Their question was met with a raised eyebrow, and the woman wondered how best to explain.

“Think of it like this. How many jobs can you get that take you to some extraordinary places and getting knee deep into things that you only imagine could exist on the outside? Not many. As murky as it is, I wouldn’t change those days.”

“What do you mean by ‘extraordinary’? I want to know more.” Libra still hadn’t as much as taken a small sip from the water. “No, even better: if you take another job, I’d like to come along with you.” They looked directly into Pari’s eyes as they said this, still smiling faintly, expression stuck on their face as though they weren’t even aware of what they were proposing. At the same time, there was something insistent about their stare. They were serious.

Libra had already taken interest, but the more she relayed her feelings to them, the more they wanted to see for themself, not just hear about it.