outsiderslogs | Go on. Amaze me. (Closed)

who. Otoya (

falcon_bait ) and Haruto (

bearerofhope )
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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"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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