03-29-2015, 11:19 AM
Prime? That was a cool name for us, Neal mused to himself. He watched as Lokarri gathered sticks and stones from around Neal's shotty campsite. Seeing as his attempt at subtle was doomed to fail, he walks over and sits himself at the fire across from his new acquaintance. For the moment, he said nothing, he just watches the fire.
And then, his stomach gargled, demanding sustenance. With no desire to go hunting at this hour, he chose the same option he had in the Nexus... Omnilium. Holding his hands over his lap with his palms directed at each other, he idly begins to think of his favorite food. His mind ventured to the "halfsies" pizza he used to get with his folks; half meat lovers, half veggy - the latter part for himself.
"I'm from a world called Earth, year 2015. Judging from your choice of weaponry, I assume you're either from the past, or a different universe entirely." He offered almost casually, his eyes never rising from his creation.
The pizza was fabricated hot, its perfume wafting through the air. Cheeses, sauces, meats and veggies, the "halfsies" deep dish stuffed crust was that pizza you only get once in a long while, but savored every bite. It was easily the most prominent memory of food Neal possessed, making it the easiest to visualize.
"If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I just thought since we're both new, we should stick together, at least until we get our shit together, you know?" At this point, Neal took his eyes from the pizza to see if Lokarri looked interested in his offer of temporary alliance, or if he was talking to a brick wall. "I'd be happy to exchange information as well. I have a few things I've found out through experimentation."
And then, his stomach gargled, demanding sustenance. With no desire to go hunting at this hour, he chose the same option he had in the Nexus... Omnilium. Holding his hands over his lap with his palms directed at each other, he idly begins to think of his favorite food. His mind ventured to the "halfsies" pizza he used to get with his folks; half meat lovers, half veggy - the latter part for himself.
"I'm from a world called Earth, year 2015. Judging from your choice of weaponry, I assume you're either from the past, or a different universe entirely." He offered almost casually, his eyes never rising from his creation.
The pizza was fabricated hot, its perfume wafting through the air. Cheeses, sauces, meats and veggies, the "halfsies" deep dish stuffed crust was that pizza you only get once in a long while, but savored every bite. It was easily the most prominent memory of food Neal possessed, making it the easiest to visualize.
"If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I just thought since we're both new, we should stick together, at least until we get our shit together, you know?" At this point, Neal took his eyes from the pizza to see if Lokarri looked interested in his offer of temporary alliance, or if he was talking to a brick wall. "I'd be happy to exchange information as well. I have a few things I've found out through experimentation."