âScrew Earth, carbon based flesh and this stupid gravity too!â Suppressing the urge to light something up with ionic heat from his frustration, Jongie pulled himself togetherâa lot harder to do than it was usually. There were slow walking humans in the way of his sight line. Again.
âGo away! Move! Canât see!â Seething and hissing fury in the direction of the milling tech drunk attendees of G-Star, he tried to continue his covert surveillance. The target: a pro-competitor registration booth. His cover: a nearby pillar. Honestly, it was the waiting that was making him contemplate blasting a hole in the nearest gaming geek for relief. Sungjong was bad with the entire concept of âwaitingâ. In space, there was no waiting, things happened when they had to and space itself changed every second, carrying the rest of the universe along with it as it grew.
Unfortunately however, Sungjong was no longer in space and his patience was nonexistent with humanityâs giddy geekdom blocking his view. Today was too important for hairless apes practicing opposable thumb usage to keep getting under foot. Sungjong wanted this first meeting with HIM to be flawless.
After all he was âonlyâ about to meet the one other non-human on Earth possibly as fantastic as he himself was. Fatality. Just thinking of the professional gamers online moniker made his shoddy little human insides go all bubbled and jittery. Jongie didnât mind, much, because Fatality was just the companion being he had been searching for since being trapped on Earth.
An equal in over-all awesomeness.
It was why he was here today. Meeting Fatality. He was fully confident that once the other card and he talked, they would combine their mutual greatness in friendship. So with that in mind he clung to the edge of the pillar and watched the comings-and-goings of the player registration, his thoughts whirling:
âť How big was his TV thing?
âť Did he like Starbucks drinks too?
âť What other powers did he have?
âť What kind of creature was he?
(Secretly Jongie hoped he was another like himself of course, but he was flexible on species concernsâsince anything in the universe was truly better than a sweaty greasy âhumanâ any day of the week and twice on a Sunday.)
On and on it went, thoughts and questions fluttering in and out with every minute that continued to tick by while the name Kylin Zhang remaining a glaring red of absenteeism. Until finally like a star being born, red became blue. HE WAS HERE. Sungjong hopped excited from behind the pillar like he had been shot from a gun to stumble and careen over in the direction of the back embossed with a âRepublic Of Gamersâ logo. He shoved past anyone unwary enough not to move first out of his way, refusing to let anything come between him and destiny.
Even if that meant ending up gravityâs clownâŚ
He start to fall before he even rightly realized what was happening. Earthâs gravitational physics just really sucked was all he was conscious of in mid-air as his feet lifted unbidden out from beneath him and added to the chaos of forward inertia. Then he was lurching too fast and uncontrollable over the queueâs stanchions and smacking hard face first right between black jacket covered shoulders.
Despite turning his head to look at the big screen, the male honestly hadnât realize that there was a commotion behind him, given how his earphones were securely placed on both his ears. A faint smile lurked by his lips when he witnessed the change of his in-game name from red to blue; now the fun begins.
His fingers danced on the keys for a little while, and the moment he was over with it, Qiling had erased all his traces from the computer. One could never be too careful; hacking attacks on his account werenât rare, after all. There would always be those that uses such underhanded methods to get what they want... and the collision that came afterwards may or may not be the result of a living example (no, he wouldnât call incessant pushing âpettyâ per se, it just lacked class).
âOh, sorry...â the male had to mutter to one of the female staffs that he ended up pushing accidentally because someone just pushed against his back, but then he immediately turned around to see what - or who - had almost made him caught in what might be one of the most embarrassing accident in his life, should it come to fruition. At the same time, white noise flooded his world as he took one of his earbuds off.
âPlease be careful,â he chided, looking slightly disturbed. Of course he is; the number one problem Qiling had with living in Korea was that he literally had to think first before blurting out anything, which was already annoying in itself. Still, Kylin Zhang was quite famous among the fanbase for his âgodlyâ behavior, which he clearly demonstrated then: effectively ending the conversation before it even started with a bow of his head, and turning back to head towards his original direction. It clearly translates to how heâd always finish his opponents in the game - most of them, anyway, heâs not number one yet - with a certain flair.
His Chinese friends did not call him âthe godâ for nothing, after all.
