10-16-2015, 12:35 PM
Abner gave a shrug to admit that no, he really didn't know what Omni did in his free time. There was no way to prove that he hadn't wandered the Omniverse after all. Sure, he assumed that someone might mention seeing the all powerful deity of this realm chilling in a coffee shop on Tier 2 or something, but it also wasn't much of a stretch to imagine he could change his appearance. He'd seen Primes do crazier things.
So he let out a sigh and shook his head. There was no making sense of it any more than before, and there was no getting out it. Instead of beating himself or Omni up over it, he realized he would just have to play ball. Being a Prime would sure as hell make things interesting. He wasn't sure he wanted to be saddled with it and become part of yet another system that took advantage of the weak, but the alternative was to simply go back to the status-quo. If you couldn't beat it from the outside, you might as well do your part from within. Not only had that had been Omni himself's suggestion, but also his own realization about the Empire back in that swamp. Funny how things come around like that.
Abner finished his cigarette, then awkwardly looked around. There was no ash tray in the Oververse, and he felt more than a little strange about littering in this place. He bladed his stance just a little bit and held the cigarette butt behind his leg and theoretically out of Omni's view. Maybe he could subtly drop it in a minute? Yea, he'd try that. He looked at the others, seeing the conflict that this place had brought. He just shook his head and looked back to Omni. He was ready to take the deal, but first there was one last thing that he'd always wondered, and there would be no better time or place to ask it.
"How about secondaries, though?" Abner chipped back in, his tone a little more relaxed than before. "Everything else about the Omniverse is so permanent and never ending. When a secondary dies, is that really it? Do they just cease to exist?"
So he let out a sigh and shook his head. There was no making sense of it any more than before, and there was no getting out it. Instead of beating himself or Omni up over it, he realized he would just have to play ball. Being a Prime would sure as hell make things interesting. He wasn't sure he wanted to be saddled with it and become part of yet another system that took advantage of the weak, but the alternative was to simply go back to the status-quo. If you couldn't beat it from the outside, you might as well do your part from within. Not only had that had been Omni himself's suggestion, but also his own realization about the Empire back in that swamp. Funny how things come around like that.
Abner finished his cigarette, then awkwardly looked around. There was no ash tray in the Oververse, and he felt more than a little strange about littering in this place. He bladed his stance just a little bit and held the cigarette butt behind his leg and theoretically out of Omni's view. Maybe he could subtly drop it in a minute? Yea, he'd try that. He looked at the others, seeing the conflict that this place had brought. He just shook his head and looked back to Omni. He was ready to take the deal, but first there was one last thing that he'd always wondered, and there would be no better time or place to ask it.
"How about secondaries, though?" Abner chipped back in, his tone a little more relaxed than before. "Everything else about the Omniverse is so permanent and never ending. When a secondary dies, is that really it? Do they just cease to exist?"