08-04-2018, 07:14 AM
Before the captain could answer, I floated myself right up in front of the girl. Drooling a little, I put my face up really close to her and eyed every inch of her I could see from the front. She took a step back, as I ignored her personal space.
"Ehheheheh, Tokyo! As in Tokyo, Japan on Earth? An island nation off of the coast of the superpower state China? Is yours a world run entirely by Immanity? Excuse me, I mean Humanity perhaps?"
I quickly reviewed the information I had on masters' home world. It was a cold, unforgiving world in the early 2000s dominated entirely by humans. A world devoid of real magical power, the powerless talking monkeys spread like wildfire dominated the only other life, beasts, and established world-wide control. However, without other races to contend with they fought each-other and many divided by trivial details. Japan itself was known for being very particular on who was allowed to join their nation.
They developed technologies that even with my masters' assurances I still doubted to some extent. How could a magic-less race fly or reach celestial bodies? My doubts, however, did not sway her faith in her masters Sora and Shiro. I can recall when I relied on their facts and they shined, out-maneuvering an army of Flügel with sub-sonic flight speed. Truly a force to be reckoned with.
The captain coughed into his hand, "Ahem, The Empire does not offer free handouts. However, Primes have certain unique talents that make them qualified for some positions that no secondary could hope to accomplish. Primes being those summoned directly by Omni, and secondaries those summoned by others or born in the Omniverse. Swear your loyalty and provide your skills willingly and you will be given fair wages. Opportunities to rise come much more quickly to Primes. If you have power, offer it and you'll be compensated in turn. There is no other organization that can offer what we can."
I ignore the stormtroopers entirely, talking through their little spiel. "Which era, which year of Earth do you come from? Its hard to tell from your outfit, perhaps early 2000s fashion?" I trailed off muttering how she might be from farther in the future in a retro outfit, or from a world where fashion progressed differently.
"Do you play video games? Are you familiar with the tendency of a certain name to top the charts in thousands of online competitive formats?"
"Ehheheheh, Tokyo! As in Tokyo, Japan on Earth? An island nation off of the coast of the superpower state China? Is yours a world run entirely by Immanity? Excuse me, I mean Humanity perhaps?"
I quickly reviewed the information I had on masters' home world. It was a cold, unforgiving world in the early 2000s dominated entirely by humans. A world devoid of real magical power, the powerless talking monkeys spread like wildfire dominated the only other life, beasts, and established world-wide control. However, without other races to contend with they fought each-other and many divided by trivial details. Japan itself was known for being very particular on who was allowed to join their nation.
They developed technologies that even with my masters' assurances I still doubted to some extent. How could a magic-less race fly or reach celestial bodies? My doubts, however, did not sway her faith in her masters Sora and Shiro. I can recall when I relied on their facts and they shined, out-maneuvering an army of Flügel with sub-sonic flight speed. Truly a force to be reckoned with.
The captain coughed into his hand, "Ahem, The Empire does not offer free handouts. However, Primes have certain unique talents that make them qualified for some positions that no secondary could hope to accomplish. Primes being those summoned directly by Omni, and secondaries those summoned by others or born in the Omniverse. Swear your loyalty and provide your skills willingly and you will be given fair wages. Opportunities to rise come much more quickly to Primes. If you have power, offer it and you'll be compensated in turn. There is no other organization that can offer what we can."
I ignore the stormtroopers entirely, talking through their little spiel. "Which era, which year of Earth do you come from? Its hard to tell from your outfit, perhaps early 2000s fashion?" I trailed off muttering how she might be from farther in the future in a retro outfit, or from a world where fashion progressed differently.
"Do you play video games? Are you familiar with the tendency of a certain name to top the charts in thousands of online competitive formats?"