“A planet known as Beforus. Though I was pulled here from a pocket unicerse known as Sgrub. Not the most attractive name, but it was home for a while. And in regard to my name, I must agree the names are quite strange where I hail from. And what of you? Where are you from, friend?” Amodan studied Kaito closely, looking for any sign of lying. It was more curiosity than anything, but he was still unsure of this person’s intentions, he still couldn’t trust him.
“A planet called Earth,” he answered truthfully this time. “To be more precise, a country called Japan. It wasn’t very big, but there were plenty of people.” He shrugged. “There was nothing like pocket universes where I came from, and….not that much magic,” a slight hint of poorly hidden disdain, “so this whole thing is new to me. Er, used to be, back in the beginning.”
Odd, not usually the reaction people give. His smile seemed sincere, but maybe…? No, I’m too brilliant for a fool such as this to see through my ruse. I should keep an eye on him though, just in case. “Thanks.” Amodan crafted his own fake smile, something he had been perfecting for years now. He extended his hand gingerly, and shook Kaito’s. “Amodan Trihst, but you may call me Amodan if you wish. And you?” For once, Amodan was actually interested in the answer. He needed to know the name of this peculiar person.
“Katsuki Doito, but just Katsuki is fine, Amodan.” Anybody who could put on a show as well as Amodan did wasn’t one to be trusted, so who could really blame him for using one of his favorite aliases? Granted, it wasn’t on the housing bulletin, and maybe if he were as smart as he acted he’d realize that sooner rather than later, but if anything, it would warn Amodan that he was suspicious enough to warrant that kind of activity from Kaito. “Interesting name,” commented off-handedly. “Where are you from?” Not that it mattered when they were most likely from different universes, but still. Useless information was more useful than none at all.
To be honest, Amodan couldn’t care less about his current predicament; in fact, it was like a vacation to him, but this fool couldn’t know that. He was pleased to see that Kaito had bought the routine of a struggling idiot who had not accepted his fate. His glare softened, his next action would to make Kaito feel sorry for him, if he could accomplish this, he would have yet another ally on this wretched rock. “I know… I’ve heard stories from some of the goat followers. I just left two people behind, and I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive. I won’t stop trying, but I suppose it was a tad rash to insult those who have accepted their fate. It’s not as if they chose to be here.” He shrugged and turned to the beach again. He had to keep himself from grinning. Another brilliant performance, old chap.
Oh my god, this guy was full of shit. A good actor, a great actor even, but it took more than a small sob story to pull the wool over this thief’s eyes. Hell, he’d been doing it himself for years. As it was, though, he decided to play along for a little while, upturning his eyebrows in the most honestly sympathetic expression he could muster. “I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly. “It must be hard for you-” being such a bitch-ass liar, “-to not know what it’s like back home. It is hard at first, but…maybe you’ll be able to trust them on their own, and stay here for a little while. That way, when you do go back, you’ll have a clearer mind about things.” A small smile, just as fake as everything he had just said. “Here, it might be easier if you have a friend or two.” He held out his hand, smile still in place. “What’s your name?”
“How can imbeciles like yourself sit back and let the gods tread on us like welcome mats. They pulled us from our homes and lives, and you sit back and enjoy this beautiful day without any scorn for our beloved all-powerful behemoths.” He looked to Kaito, and showed no emotion, he simply let the words spill out, for this person to drink up. “If you want to dawn your colorful trousers and splash around, be my guest. However, I own nothing to these gods, and will find a way off this island, unlike all of you–fools so content in their prison.” He shoots Kaito a big toothy grin,showing off his fangs.
He was impressed, but was the last person willing to admit so. The other’s grey skin and sharp teeth reminded him of a shark - which, in another life, might have reminded him of a detective - but he refused to back down, and instead snorted lightly. “You think we haven’t tried?” Really, he acted like they were the idiots for accepting this fate. “You know how quicksand works, right? Struggling just makes it worse? That’s how it is here.” He shrugged. “Maybe you’re new to the whole futility thing, but you’ll get used to it.”
“How droll; the insects scurry about on the lovely beach. Whereas, my only desire is to watch this race of ants. Perhaps I can learn something from them, based on how they play? My wouldn’t that be a treat.” Amodan sits, surveying all before him–he watches the residents diligently follow the whim of the goat gods. Then he chuckles to himself. “Sheep.”
“Really?” For somebody who was herded to the island like the rest of them, this guy (was he a guy? Kaito had long since gotten used to the odd residents of the island, but he had never seen anybody quite like this one) was bold to be call them sheep. “Last I heard, sheep walked on four legs and were covered in wool. Not the most practical beach attire, really.” he snickered slightly before turning to look at where the other was watching. “Just because we stay here and try not to tread on the goats’ toes doesn’t necessarily mean we’re sheep. Unless you want to be counted among the herd, yourself?”
