02-01-2016, 10:12 PM
Eon pushed through the doors, a loud crashing sound reached him and made him shudder, he looked around the room only to see that there was no sign of where the sound came from. Another crash reached him, turning his head he traced it back to another building.
Phew... I agree this place is a lot like Gunsmoke but with all these super powered Primes running around it may be worse.
Deciding to avoid the situation all together he entered, what looked like an abandoned cafe. Extremely rundown, broken chairs and glasses all over. The bar seemed to be the only stable piece of the place. Walking up to the bar, he grabbed one of the last few unbroken chairs, and sat down. Looking around he let out a sigh... "Shame really..." resting his head on the bar.
"WHATCHA MEAN SHAME!?" yelled a voice and with a loud thud of a frying pan next to his head, Eon shot up in his seat. A tingle running up his spine, he turned to see an older woman holding a pan and smoking a cigarette.
"I was just saying its a shame there was no owner of this fine establishment is all!" He said holding his hands together and smiling.
The woman huffed and crossed her arms, "What a crock of shit... so... do you want something to eat?" She peeked open one eye, waiting for his reply and trying to hide a slight hint of eagerness.
"Well if the kitchen is open, I'll have the special of the day! And what ever you have on tap." Eon smiled at the woman, "I'm afraid I don't have any money though."
The woman snickered, "You must be new. Ain't no use for money in the Omniverse. A place where anyone can make anything they want... if they're lucky enough to be a Prime... while the rest of us have to fend off the land. I can tell you're a Prime. Too clean." She walked into the back while talking.
"So I take it you're a Second." Eon said.
"We got ourselves a genius! If I were a Prime, why in the hell would I be in a dump like this. You like salt?" The sounds of sizzling came from the back room.
"Guess that's a good point, so why do you stay here." Eon looked over to the other three broken chairs and rubbed his face.
"I'm stuck here sonny. I was created by an Old Prime, for the sole purpose of being the cook here. This used to be a prosperous place, had a lot to offer... until the war happened. The Kingdom and Empire fought for control of this place. I sat back and watched as my beautiful home withered away before my eyes..." A break in her voice happened, possibly a sob? Eon placed his hand on one of the chairs. "That old bastard of a Prime did do me one favor though... made me a husband. He ran this place, kept it in real good shape. Then a group of thugs began roughing up the town. Breaking things in the place... I told him to let them be... but my hubs..." Audible sobs could be heard.
Eon hesitated to reply, "... Went out in a blaze of glory huh? Sounds like a great man." Not sure if that was the right way to go about it, he grabbed the second chair.
The sobs stopped and a hardy laugh came forth, "You bet your ass sonny! Took ten... no! At least twenty o' those bastards to take him down. One of the toughest men you'd ever met... You're actually one of the first customers I've had since he..."
"Oh?" Eon grabbed the last chair.
"I usually wait in the back until anyone leaves. Don't trust much of anyone, not even the others in this village. They'd rather kill you than look at you twice, or so the saying goes. But when you walked in, that loud sound sent you shuddering like a little girl! Bwahahahaha!" She came out from the kitchen area holding a plate of some type of meat and greens. It smelled... strange but appetizing. She plopped the plate down in front of Eon and happened to look over the three broken chairs and did a double take. They were fixed. "What the... those chairs, how? Did you?"
Eon took a bite out of the food before him, "The concept of Omnillium and its use fascinates me. Did you know that as a Prime I can create anything I want, there is only two stipulations. One, want something. Two, have enough Omnillium to create it. Everything in the Omniverse is connected and created through Omnillium. We as Primes can even create Seconds with our own Omnillium reserves. We gain Omnillium just through existing, most likely by amusing Omni." He took another bite. "These chairs for example. If I had wanted to make a chair it would have taken me, maybe, five to ten minutes. These chairs were only broken though, so I just thought about how badly I wanted the broken parts not broken. This only took a couple of minutes, since I wasn't creating something from nothing." He took another bite.
"Sonny, you didn't have to..." Her eyes began to swell up a bit.
"Want to hear a real circular theory I've discovered? I said that everything is made from Omnillium. The reason Primes don't need to stop in at a dinning establishment to eat food is because if I wanted I could create what ever I wanted to eat. I don't need to wait for a meal, I could make a delicious batch of fried sugar dumplings, they're my favorite. So I'd use my own Omnillium to create a food that I would then ingest. I just consumed my own Omnillium. So what I'm getting at is the concept of eating is unnecessary. All I have to do is desire to be full, or not feel hunger and presto! I'm not. It makes you as a creation seem, frivolous..." He excitement faded and hurt crossed her face. Eon clasped her hands, "But you exist and continue, you could have ended your meaningless life long ago. You may have even contemplated it. Yet, you chose not to. You continued living this existence because it was the first time you had choice. You gave yourself meaning. You gave yourself your own purpose. Not one that was made up by some old Prime. I ate this food because it has meaning, to you." Tears came from the woman's eyes, "I fixed those chairs because you showed me hospitality in a place that is almost void of such actions. You could have refused me, but instead you welcomed me."
"Sonny... who are yo." Before she could finish the door burst open.
Phew... I agree this place is a lot like Gunsmoke but with all these super powered Primes running around it may be worse.
Deciding to avoid the situation all together he entered, what looked like an abandoned cafe. Extremely rundown, broken chairs and glasses all over. The bar seemed to be the only stable piece of the place. Walking up to the bar, he grabbed one of the last few unbroken chairs, and sat down. Looking around he let out a sigh... "Shame really..." resting his head on the bar.
"WHATCHA MEAN SHAME!?" yelled a voice and with a loud thud of a frying pan next to his head, Eon shot up in his seat. A tingle running up his spine, he turned to see an older woman holding a pan and smoking a cigarette.
"I was just saying its a shame there was no owner of this fine establishment is all!" He said holding his hands together and smiling.
The woman huffed and crossed her arms, "What a crock of shit... so... do you want something to eat?" She peeked open one eye, waiting for his reply and trying to hide a slight hint of eagerness.
"Well if the kitchen is open, I'll have the special of the day! And what ever you have on tap." Eon smiled at the woman, "I'm afraid I don't have any money though."
The woman snickered, "You must be new. Ain't no use for money in the Omniverse. A place where anyone can make anything they want... if they're lucky enough to be a Prime... while the rest of us have to fend off the land. I can tell you're a Prime. Too clean." She walked into the back while talking.
"So I take it you're a Second." Eon said.
"We got ourselves a genius! If I were a Prime, why in the hell would I be in a dump like this. You like salt?" The sounds of sizzling came from the back room.
"Guess that's a good point, so why do you stay here." Eon looked over to the other three broken chairs and rubbed his face.
"I'm stuck here sonny. I was created by an Old Prime, for the sole purpose of being the cook here. This used to be a prosperous place, had a lot to offer... until the war happened. The Kingdom and Empire fought for control of this place. I sat back and watched as my beautiful home withered away before my eyes..." A break in her voice happened, possibly a sob? Eon placed his hand on one of the chairs. "That old bastard of a Prime did do me one favor though... made me a husband. He ran this place, kept it in real good shape. Then a group of thugs began roughing up the town. Breaking things in the place... I told him to let them be... but my hubs..." Audible sobs could be heard.
Eon hesitated to reply, "... Went out in a blaze of glory huh? Sounds like a great man." Not sure if that was the right way to go about it, he grabbed the second chair.
The sobs stopped and a hardy laugh came forth, "You bet your ass sonny! Took ten... no! At least twenty o' those bastards to take him down. One of the toughest men you'd ever met... You're actually one of the first customers I've had since he..."
"Oh?" Eon grabbed the last chair.
"I usually wait in the back until anyone leaves. Don't trust much of anyone, not even the others in this village. They'd rather kill you than look at you twice, or so the saying goes. But when you walked in, that loud sound sent you shuddering like a little girl! Bwahahahaha!" She came out from the kitchen area holding a plate of some type of meat and greens. It smelled... strange but appetizing. She plopped the plate down in front of Eon and happened to look over the three broken chairs and did a double take. They were fixed. "What the... those chairs, how? Did you?"
Eon took a bite out of the food before him, "The concept of Omnillium and its use fascinates me. Did you know that as a Prime I can create anything I want, there is only two stipulations. One, want something. Two, have enough Omnillium to create it. Everything in the Omniverse is connected and created through Omnillium. We as Primes can even create Seconds with our own Omnillium reserves. We gain Omnillium just through existing, most likely by amusing Omni." He took another bite. "These chairs for example. If I had wanted to make a chair it would have taken me, maybe, five to ten minutes. These chairs were only broken though, so I just thought about how badly I wanted the broken parts not broken. This only took a couple of minutes, since I wasn't creating something from nothing." He took another bite.
"Sonny, you didn't have to..." Her eyes began to swell up a bit.
"Want to hear a real circular theory I've discovered? I said that everything is made from Omnillium. The reason Primes don't need to stop in at a dinning establishment to eat food is because if I wanted I could create what ever I wanted to eat. I don't need to wait for a meal, I could make a delicious batch of fried sugar dumplings, they're my favorite. So I'd use my own Omnillium to create a food that I would then ingest. I just consumed my own Omnillium. So what I'm getting at is the concept of eating is unnecessary. All I have to do is desire to be full, or not feel hunger and presto! I'm not. It makes you as a creation seem, frivolous..." He excitement faded and hurt crossed her face. Eon clasped her hands, "But you exist and continue, you could have ended your meaningless life long ago. You may have even contemplated it. Yet, you chose not to. You continued living this existence because it was the first time you had choice. You gave yourself meaning. You gave yourself your own purpose. Not one that was made up by some old Prime. I ate this food because it has meaning, to you." Tears came from the woman's eyes, "I fixed those chairs because you showed me hospitality in a place that is almost void of such actions. You could have refused me, but instead you welcomed me."
"Sonny... who are yo." Before she could finish the door burst open.
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You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!