...holy shit, pal. You dont look too good. You 'aight? @metro-depresso
AH— y-yeah! I’m fine! Don’t worry ‘bout me, alright, kid?
// @metro-depresso
...you Really sure? Your soul seems... Damaged.
*Metro started to glow his eyes.*
Im just makin sure, since its not the first time ive seen this... predicament...
*Astrans raises an eyebrow at Metro, confused.*
It’s not damaged, per se— just... graying out? I can rest assure you I’m fine, kid. I’m used to it by now, heh.
...sure. i just hope you like immortallity... or at least something like it.
...And second, stop callin' me kid, pal.
*his eyes glow brighter as he says 'pal'.*
*Astrans slightly glares at Metro, still smiling. He doesn’t know it, but his left pupil disappears completely, and his right eye is glowing.*
Whatever. Let’s just do introductions. I’m Astrans.
Metro, King of the Underworld and Slayer of the Shadow Prince. Pleasure to meet ya.
*he sets his hand out, offering a handshake.*
*Astrans goes to shake Metro’s hand, but then he jolts his own hand back, his magic eye intensifying.*
...I don’t trust you.
....hm. Fair enough, not many people do.
He slides the hand over his head, 'brushing his hair'.*
I mean, i did dismantle the Project Devision of the FLC, the biggest corporation in mainworld. *he starts whispering.* even though their project involved gem kind being used as mere batteries for their own, sick use...
*cough* Anyway, nice meetin' ya, Astrans.
...heheh, your name sounds Cosmic as hell... is that your Element? *he slightly nudges Astrans while chuckling.* ah, hilarious... But seriously, you seem more like an undead, light and magic element kinda guy... What IS your Element to begin with, pal?
*Astrans glares at Metro, and then he raises an eyebrow at him, his eyes going back to their assumingly normal state— both pupils are back, and they’re both really small and white. He raises an eyebrow at Metro.*
My... element? No clue what that is.
*Astrans puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs.*
I don’t have any powers, and I don’t remember ever having them.
*Metro looks at Astrans with a look of confusion, and pity. No Element? Please tell him Astrans' not a Zolton...*
...My pal. My buddy. Breadslice, Homeslice dawg. One day i really need to show you around Mainworld. It'll be a blast! You'll explore, find, and learn your Element in no time!
...bud, I’m constantly tired and dying. I really don’t care.
*Astrans shrugs at Metro, a strangely causal smile on his face.*
This element thing sounds cool and all, but I’m most likely... not from your world.
First, fuckin' Same. What is this, my... 2486th chance now? Im used to the suffering.
*he snaps his fingers, finger gunning at Astrans.* Second, all the better! The trip could be all the greater... but if ya dont care, that's fine too.
Well, unlike you, I won’t be able to come back. When I’m gone, I’m gone. That’s it. Game over. I honestly just want to spend the rest of my life chilling at home, with my friends.
*Astrans is smiling like the happiest person alive the whole time, but he has a slightly pissed off tone in his voice, and his magic eye has returned.*
...ah. Right. uh... Sorry. Enthusiasm's a bitch.
*his eyes are glowing... The glow is weak, though.*
...well, the calm life is often the Safest Approach to Excistance.
...
*he hands Astrans a Communicator, Glass of Vision, and coffee candy.*
...id like you to have these. I think you'll like 'em.
*Metro takes a few steps back.*
If it don't make you mad, ill Visit you from time to time.
...h-....
*his voice changes from depressed, and tired, to sad and pitiful.*
...Have a Nice Day.
*with that, he opens a Gate, shows Astrans a Peace sign, and jumps in. The Gate dissapears, leaving 'Metro's Mark' behind.*
*Astrans holds the items, making sure he doesn’t drop them. He looks... confused to say the least. He looks at the items, and then he gently places them on the nearby counter.*
Welp, that was weird...
*Astrans grabs the coffee candy and eyes it. He hasn’t had anything to eat in a while, he’s just been living off of ketchup.*
...that Metro guy seems pretty cool, I... wish I got to tell ‘im that.
