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Go on. Amaze me. (Closed)

who. Otoya (

falcon_bait ) and Haruto (

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what. A magic show of sorts
where. Near the entrance to the residential district
when. Before the event
warnings. N/A

Absentmindedly Otoya glanced down at his wrist, more out of habit than actual curiosity as to the time. The Stuhrling watch he had received from his grandfather remained on his wrist, though Otoya could not even be sure it was keeping correct time any more. Was time on this... station... different from Earth? Undoubtedly, he was sure. Hell, he didn't even know what solar system he was in, let alone how far this place was from the system's sun. Add that to the long list of questions he wanted answers to.

He lifted his eyes from the watch face, glancing about the small alleyway. He could just make out the main walkway past some crates, a thin trickle of beings either coming or going just beyond them. The noise was a murmur from Otoya's position, which he preferred. He would take the hum of machinery over the strange languages and harsh comments any day of the week. On the whole, the student preferred to keep to himself. Don't cause trouble where one can avoid it, don't interact with the odd beings if one could avoid it... However, today, he was breaking that rule.

Leaning forward, Otoya frowned towards the crates. Magic. He allowed himself to scoff. More than likely it would be parlor tricks, but hey. At least it gave him something to do with his afternoon - and perhaps this man had a few answers to some of Otoya's many questions.

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"We'll see." Haruto had no intention of wasting the other's time, though he did absently wonder if he should have tried to make a deal or a bet beforehand. Ah, well. It didn't really matter, as fun as it might have been. "If you want to try to prove me wrong, Otoya, then you're welcome to do whatever you have to."

With that, Haruto took one ring out from seemingly nowhere, switching out the black ring on his right hand for another, lighter orange-colored one. Putting his hand over the (gaudy) hand-shaped buckle on his belt, a voice sounded announcing the spell he'd chosen.

"Connect, Please!" To Haruto's left, a red magic portal had appeared. Reaching inside of it, Haruto's hand seemeed to disappear for a moment, before he pulled out the WizarSwordGun and rested it on his shoulder. As soon as his hand was out, the portal had disappeared. He paused for a moment, moving the sword-gun away from his shoulder and spinning it, before shouldering it again.

"Nothing up my sleeves." The smile was still on his face. Haruto balanced the sword-gun while he reached for another ring, replacing the one he'd been using with another. The process repeated as he placed his hand over his buckle again.

"Copy, Please!" In Haruto's right hand, another sword-gun appeared from a smaller, moving red magic circle. It was similar to the one he'd used before, but he hadn't reached into it. The sword-gun simply materialized in his hand. He turned this one over as well, shouldering both of his weapons.

"Good enough so far?"

Good enough to be sure. Otoya had remained silent for Haruto's opener, silencing himself even though he had wanted to correct the other on his name. It wasn't as though it was an insult - simply that Otoya was not one to have his given name used so lightly. As a fellow Japanese, he had supposed Haruto would feel the same, though the other man obviously hadn't. Still, being polite, Otoya had let it slide, instead focusing on the show.

And what a show it was.

Certain aspects could be explained away, of course. A laser light show for the mysterious circles, mirrors and tricks of light for the disappearing/reappearing hand. The same could be said for the strange swords Haruto was now holding. Yes, it could all be explained thusly had this been back in Tokyo, and Otoya was an audience member while Haruto was on stage.

Only that wasn't the case. There was nowhere to hide a laser tripping mechanism, much less one of the size to produce the light show he had witnessed. No mirrors in the vicinity either, and what little light was in the alleyway... well, it wasn't enough. Not enough by a long way.

... so how. How had he done it?

Extending a hand to Haruto, Otoya nodded at one of the things he was holding. "May I, Souma-san?"

Haruto had always been fairly casual with addressing other people. It was rare that he added any honorifics, though he knew how much it could grate certain people's nerves. His friends, however, had never expressed any problems with him addressing him in such a way.

When Otoya requested the sword-gun, Haruto kept the bright smile on his face, turning the copied gun over in his hand and holding it out towards the other man. "Just be careful with it. If my mana would run out, it would disappear, but you're fine with holding it for now." He could also make it disappear at will, but he wouldn't do that just yet. Maybe he would just surprise Otoya instead.

The talk of mana was slightly over Otoya's head, but the object he received from Haruto was solid enough. It's weight resembled that of other swords he had held, though perhaps a little heavier. Intrigued, the student turned it over in his hands, thoroughly examining it.

It was unlike any other sword he had seen. The blade was done in Samurai style, though there were obvious differences. Where an actual samurai sword would curve slightly, Haruto's remained pin straight. Furthermore, the fuller of the blade expanded oddly, and the guard.... the guard matched the gaudy belt the other was wearing. At least the grip was normal enough.

Holding the weapon properly, the student checked it's balance, surprised when it didn't appear to be over weighted. That alone could be considered 'magic' he thought idly. Checking the object again, Otoya noted the hinges by the guard, and after a moment had made the sword 'transform' into a gun. Handy. Useful. He would have to explain it's design to THIRDi. That is if he ever got back.

"What exactly is this," he asked, for clarification. Though it seemed obvious to him what it's uses were, he wanted to confirm. The idea of a sword converting into a gun was interesting...but also extremely problematic. The needed inner workings of a firearm would require more space, surely.

"It's my weapon." Haruto turned his sword-gun over in his hand as he spoke, leaning back against the wall again. Of course, he didn't know the specifics of his weapon or how it had been made. All he knew was that when he'd received the rest of his powers from the White Wizard that the sword-gun had been part of what he'd been able to access after the belt had been given to him.

He tilted his head to the side as he watched Otoya study the weapon, wondering why he was trying so hard to prove himself to someone. There were plenty of skeptics back where he came from. Maybe it was just to have the chance to talk to someone about what he was capable of. Being alone and away from everyone was something he seemed to be treating lightly, but it was tearing at him that he couldn't be back home. How was Koyomi doing? Would she be able to get enough mana? What about the Gates? Nitou could handle some of them, of course, but... If someone fell into despair because he was here...

Something like this was a welcome distraction. Focusing on something when he couldn't change anything else.

"When I gained the ability to use magic, that was part of what I got from the man who met me. ... technically, I can use magic on my own. Everything I use is just a channel."

Otoya resisted the urge to purse his lips. That, of course, was obvious. The thing could be nothing else but a weapon. The question was, was it functional as both sword and gun? Could it be used as both at the same time, or did it require the time to 'transform'? Otoya turned it over in his hands once more. Most likely before the gun could fire it would need to be shifted down.

He shut his eyes, bringing his free hand to his forehead in annoyance. The study of the object wasn't what he was there for. The fact that the object existed was what plagued him. It existed and apparently appeared out of thin air - and honestly Otoya couldn't conjure up facts to prove this theory differently. The very idea that the man standing before him had just, in a single moment, proven scientific thinking incorrect positively infuriated him. However, instead of showing his anger, Otoya bowed and held out the weapon.

"It's a fascinating piece. If I could, I would like to study it further, when you have time." Once the sword? was back in Haruto's possession, Otoya returned to his post against the wall, deep in thought. He supposed it shouldn't have shocked him so - the fact that magic existed. After all, he was here when, by all accounts, he should still be in Tokyo.

As soon as the sword-gun was back in his hands, Haruto turned it over and let it disappear, the weapon simply dissolving into nothing in his hand. The original copy was still in his other hand, slung over his shoulder as it had been the whole time. Accepting magic was something he'd simply accepted as soon as it was presented to him. After all, nothing was quite as strange as going through the Sabbath and having Dragon attempting to kill him. Magic seemed like something tame after all of that.

"I'm not sure if I want you to study me, but you can follow me around and ask me questions if you want. The thing is, I probably don't know all the smart stuff you want to ask me about it. This stuff just happens. There's no real reason for it. ... aah." He made a face at that. "... well, there is a reason, but not one you can study."

"Any answer would be more than I have currently," Otoya frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He had his doubts that 'things just happened.' If that were the case, such occurrences would be commonplace. He was sure, however, that there was some unknown reason why Haruto was saying otherwise.

Ah, there it was. Continuing to frown, the brunette uncrossed his arms. "Simply because it isn't tangible doesn't limit personal studies. My thesis is based off theories over facts." That was what science was, for the most part. Theories.

"Are you sure you're speaking Japanese?" Haruto asked plainly, feeling rather blunt about his choice of words. Most of what Otoya had just said had gone right over his head, though he stood there for a few more moments thinking it over and trying to make sense of it. "If you want an answer, you're going to have to start asking questions."

Unexpectedly, Otoya laughed. It hadn't been something big, but that small phrase had reminded him sharply of the many times he had tried to explain things to Fujimaru. It wasn't as though his best friend was stupid, only that Fujimaru needed things to be broken down a little more for him to fully digest it. Much like a baby bird. He smirked at the play on words.

"I'm sorry. I'll slow down." He would treat the situation as though he were with Falcon. "Where exactly do your powers come from? Have you always had them, or has it only been since you arrived on Omega?" He had other questions, but believed if he asked any more, the young man before him may become overwhelmed. "There are more, but they can wait until those are answered."

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