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Ostracised from the world he found himself in was a very adequate way to describe how King felt about his current situation. Knowing no one but the few he had spoken to, trapped in a scenery taken out of fiction, it was only natural that the fairy was feeling disheartened. Residing in a home he did not really think of as his own with no magic and the small wings on his back barely capable of levitating him, he was but a shadow of the proud fairy king Britannia had housed centuries before.
Tempting it was, to live up to his title of crime, the Grizzly’s Sin of Sloth, and simply retreat from the world, becoming naught but an observer, or even go into hibernation now that the world didn’t seem to need him. It wasn’t the first time he had felt like this – most clear in his memory was watching his people shun him and chase him out of the forest he thought to be his home, but even so, even if everything he knew was against him, King would still always persevere and fight for what he believed in.
He had slowly come to know more of this world. The metal boxes that littered the roads were called “cars” and he had learnt not to get in their way. If anything humans had truly become far more ruthless in the mere centuries he had been asleep. Rather than magic, people relied on many such contraptions of science. The one pointed directly at him as he flew through the streets however was not one he had yet learnt the name of, and somehow it seemed… way too peculiar to be one of the common mass-produced items of humans that all seemed aesthetically perfected. The cry emitting from a tall, scrawny man should have been nonsense to most, but after a bit of thought, King reached a conclusion of his own. Hastily he closed the distance between them, effortlessly hovering at eye level with the strange man.
         – “ … The organisation…? Do you perhaps know of the Holy Knights of Liones? Hey, you must tell me where their base is now…! ”
Okarin recoiled, hitting his head against the wall, then leapt away with all the agility of a half paralyzed housecat. He brandished the Longshot Meterstick as if it was a gun.
“Is The Organization truly referring to themselves as Holy Knights now? They must truly have warped this world to be considered anything other than evil worms.”
This child seemed too young to be an Agent, but one could never be too careful. He obviously had technology beyond Okarin’s reckoning to be able to float as he did. Everything about this city stank of villainy. What kind of mind control was necessary to make everyone able to understand sheep? That much wasn’t a conspiracy; Okabe was genuinely nervous about the forces that had brought people to this place. Currently, there was nothing to do for it, aside from keeping up the functions as a member of the Future Gadget Lab, even if it was on his own.Â
“I should be the one interrogating you. If you know where the lair of The Organization is, I’ll get it out of you! I’ll have you know I’m a very dangerous man, and have weapons beyond your comprehension!”
The telescope began to sag and stretched the tape holding it to its handle. Okarin pushed it back into place with a finger.
