Immortality… So, the boy had already picked up on his inhuman age from that remark alone, hmm? Quite intuitive, although Klaus wasn’t sure that was the best way to phrase it, especially now that his clock had presumably restarted. But explaining how he wasn’t exactly immortal would require fessing up more information than he would like to give to a stranger. A boy he’d just met needn’t know his backstory, no matter how much useful information he was spilling himself.
Bright blue stayed locked onto the comforting golden eyes that watched him so critically, remaining ever stoic even when the other’s hand moved to graze his chin. His gaze grew more intense as his privacy was further invaded, but otherwise he gave no sign of reaction; diverting attention solely to listening and observing. “I take it these… ‘other worlds’ have a habit of destroying themselves often, then? That is quite a shame..,” was the only comment he could offer as he mulled over the boy’s words. It was disappointing to think humanity’s suicidal desires were left unchecked even in worlds outside his…
His attention was taken away from those thoughts quickly enough, however, seized entirely by the talk of the so-called ‘Unversed’. They were made entirely of negative emotions..? That would explain why their aura seemed to resonate so greatly with that of the Mother’s… “I see… those levels of negativity sound more on point with the creatures I saw. If that is the case, I must find a way to return to Regnant post-haste and eliminate the threat. My Kingdom has enough troubles with negative emotions as it is already.”
The mention of splitting one between light and darkness was a rather interesting tidbit. Such a thing was possible..? Intriguing… “I do not believe anyone from my planet has any power like you have described, so it is likely from this apprentice you speak of. I have encountered a visitor claiming to be from another world lately, though he did not go by the name of Vanitas. …His attire was similar to yours, however, now that I think of it.”
Brows raised at the mention of this land having been part of Earth, the information only further convoluting matters. Being out of his time would be an adequate explanation, yes, if it weren’t for this time period appearing to be similar to his own. Was this perhaps an ancient civilization, from long before the ultra-scientific race of the last era of humanity..? “This ‘Gregorian’ calendar you mention does not sound familiar at all, I am afraid. We use the Landbeorht calendar, which is said to be an adapted version of the calendars the ancient Technolomies used. As for the year, it is 5004; though our records do not predate that of the prior extinction of humanity… So I cannot say how helpful that number will be to you.”
He was caught off guard by the invite to the child’s castle, the level of hospitality the other was willing to show once again defying his expectations. Before Klaus could properly express gratitude for his kindness, his ability to trust this stranger was called into question. Of course he still saw this boy as suspicious, though not enough of a threat to deny his offers. Magical capabilities or not, one human alone posed no danger to someone like Klaus, and curative spells made poisoned food irrelevant.
“You are my only source of help in this unfamiliar land, and likely the only one with the ability to bring me home; do I have any choice but to trust you? I will not hesitate to strike you down should you turn on me, but otherwise I’ve no one else to put my faith in as of now.” He said with a nonchalant shrug, taking the boy’s hand without hesitation. “Besides… sitting down for lunch sounds wonderful right about now. But please, do not worry yourself with my tastes. I am not a picky eater, so I shall be grateful for whatever it is you have to offer, I assure you. …That is… as long as it is not sour. My tolerance for that is quite low, especially when it hinders the sweet delicacies of dessert.”
“Yes... it’s a sad thing to see, but Worlds are in a constant cycle of destruction and recreation. They fall to darkness, and eventually, emerge--whether through natural means or being awaken by the guardians of the worlds, called Keyblade Masters. There’s rather few of them, anymore... only a dozen or so wielders, only a few Masters, compared to the old hundreds and dozens, respectively. There was a... disagreement over how to protect the Worlds, the legend goes, and brought the world to this cyclic ruin. My...” what does he call Master Xehanort. Well, time travel was already on the table, so the truth sufficed. “...my future self, the man I will grow into in a half-century, wishes to break this cycle, but some initial damage will be done to fix things... and others do not agree with the notion of sacrificing the few to save the many. They greedily, naively, think that they can save everyone...” he frowns. Too personal. Back up. ...wait, someone else had a dark cloak?
“Perhaps from my world, but unfortunately quite common garb. Allies and enemies alike have them. He taps below his eye. “If you see one with a black coat like mine... allies have from sun-gold to fiery-amber eyes, enemies tend to have cooler tones, such as blue,” he scoffs slightly. “...no offense to you. Golden eyes are simply a blessing from my future self,” who would be on this man’s world? Xigbar for scouting, perhaps? But who would be with Vanitas... nnn. Sora wasn’t stupid enough to wander into unfamiliar worlds. Perhaps Ansem seeking out a fresh, tasty World Heart? Or it could be a Light, causing chaos in a corrupt world, turning the Worlds against the Seekers before they even arrive.
“Mmm... calendars change frequently in month preference and the like, but rarely change years, as it causes too wide-spread of confusion. If you’re from 5004...” he taps his foot. “Humans would be 9000 or so back now, so... it’s more likely you’re 3000 years in the future,” he wasn’t made of robot bits or had similar high-capacity tracking, so the extinction would’ve happened during those 5000 years, not before. Unless there were multiple ones, but... that was mostly irrelevant. “...ah... that’s not too bad. I can do some skipping around until I find a Landbeorht calendar starting, and skip time forward or back from there... it’ll take a bit of time to prepare for that journey, however,” he pauses, briefly. “You may be here longer than expected...” he sounds none too happy about it, but not exactly enraged.
His only source of help? He just wanted him gone. But he was being kind, if slightly aggressive. “...I suppose...” he looks... embarrassed? “You really needn’t keep off-handedly threatening me, I’m going to eventually take offense,” lips press thinly; he looks serious, but he’s just thinking of what to create. He hated people that weren’t picky... it caused the need for too much creative input on his behalf. “...certainly you at least have a favorite meat, fruit, vegetable, potato? I assume Earth hasn’t changed so much that the food availability is radically different,” he presses a kiss to the other’s hand when it’s given, soft and delicate; shifting such that he’s standing mostly-beside to lead him through the labyrinth of the city toward the castle.
“...how does peppered lemon salmon with elotes dressing and fried potatoes sound? With a desert of...” mental spin of a roulette, “...I’d typically recommend keylime, but that’s quite sour... perhaps just a bit of sherbet to top things off?” a soft smile. “If that’s too heavy for lunch, we can ditch the potatoes and have the salmon on a bed of elotes,” an idle shrug. “Up to you,” he squeezes his hand slightly. Such beautiful hair, such freely given trust, such confidence in both himself and his strength, but without the grating egotistical air that usually accompanies such. Perhaps he won’t be too bad to... tolerate.
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