Day 42, Noon: The Twin Pine Restaurant

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie took the long way around, practically making it a tour of the entire town. She collared--not literally, since the nurses would've thrown fits--a few random citizens along the way, asked as many inconspicuous sounding questions as possible, and then moved on. Wash, rinse, repeat. Sneaking a few covert glimpses into stores and windows

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[knived_grin]

Belphegor stares a little more at the claim to be related. The uncanny resemblance between them unsettled him a bit, reminded him of Rasiel- and then, this person's insistence at calling him family to the waitress.

...But how in hell did Rasiel get taller than him? And fatter? And besides, the last Belphegor had seen of his dear twin brother, the eight year old boy was rotting in his own blood in the bottom of a hastily-dug grave. Bel's fingers twitched toward the butter knife at the memory, before trying to assert logic here. If this was Rasiel, Bel would be fighting for his life right now, not to mention his first words would have been something about superiority and birthrights. As it was, this... odd lookalike said no such thing- instead, appeared excited to see him, mentioned there was no way they could both be present... Something was clearly amiss.

"...who are you?" Probably not the best of questions to ask to someone who was this excited to recognize him, but Belphegor was honestly left searching for some kind of explanation for this... whatever the hell it was.

[piggy_king]

"Heh," Porky laughed at his younger counterpart's confusion, "Why, I'm you! I don't know how, but Landel must have gotten you from the past, before you used the Phase Distorter!"

Porky couldn't help but laugh some more. This was simply too good to be true! With two Porkys at the institute, there was no way that Porky could fail! Uh, the older Porky, that is. Porky had had enough experience with time travel to know that young Porky was essentially guaranteed to get out of the institute alive. After all, if older Porky was still here, young Porky must have eventually escaped the institute.

"This is a miracle!" Porky said, grinning, "My God, what a fool Landel is!"

[knived_grin]

If there was any way to be more confused at this, Belphegor somehow managed, especially at the claim to be... Bel himself? If this was true, it meant that Bel was either bound to stay here for however long his double did, or that somehow he escapes and is brought back. That didn't seem particularly pleasant- a knot tied itself in Bel's stomach at the thought of being here that long, and the knot only intensified when this man's claims actually processed through his mind.

"You're not me." He murmurs, shaking his head with a small laugh- what a fool Landel was? More like this misguided idiot. "If I live to be one hundred, I will never be that fat."

True, Belphegor himself was small, even for his age. Height-wise and weight-wise, there was simply no way. Not in a million years. "But." He offered afterward, leaning back in his chair. "You've done a nice job in attempting to copy the prince's hair and face, I suppose I could give you that."

[piggy_king]

"PFFFFFT!" Porky couldn't help but laugh at the comment that young Porky made at living to be one hundred, "My boy, you think you're going to have such a short life? Honestly, one hundred years is like a week to me! You're going to live to be at least ten thousand years old! As for getting to be this fat..."

Porky rubbed his stomach somewhat sadly.

"Well, there's not much exercise to be had if you're unable to move..." Porky said a little somberly, before getting excited again, "But that's hardly important! If you think being a prince is good, just wait till you're king! You're going to have an entire army under your control! You'll have your own harem at your beck and call! You'll even have an entire building filled with toilets in case you want some variety! Trust me, you may laugh at this gut now, but you'll be perfectly fine with it eventually!"

[knived_grin]

That settled it, then. If this man wasn't crazy (from his mannerisms, this was a very, very small possibility), then he had escaped and somehow was brought back. If they were on the same timeline at all, that is. Chances were, just by being here, Belphegor could have impacted his future tremendously, be it whatever this man was telling him to whatever else might have been in store for him.

Still... there was the question of how he claimed to know all of this. All of the offers were almost wildly tempting, and Bel gave an almost notable twitch at the word king, but at the same time, unless this man was... somehow psychic or something, then there was simply no way he could be sure that they were the same person. And besides, ten thousand seemed like an awful long time, and as far as he knew, Belphegor was in fact, quite mortal.

"Tell me, then. How do you know I'm you?" A slight smirk. "For all I know, you're just a tempting old fool sent here by an enemy, or even Landel himself as some sort of psychological experiment."

[piggy_king]

"Ooooh, a little suspicious, aren't we?" Porky said, grinning, "That's alright. After all, it wouldn't be like you to just blindly accept some random stranger's words at face value! Anyway, I'll tell you why. First off, you're pretty rude. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean, it's just our nature. Second, you call yourself royalty. Last time I checked, not many people claimed they were royalty. Third, you're pretty vain. Fourth, you seem to be very clever, or at least somewhat paranoid. And finally, you look just like I did when I was younger. Call me crazy, which I'm almost certain you will, but that appearance isn't too common, nowadays, is it?"

"Then again, perhaps you're still not convinced," Porky said, a devious grin on his face, "I'll tell you what. Ask me what my name is."

[knived_grin]

Bel was torn between attempting to kill this idiot, laughing, or both (preferably, both). The tirade of thinly-veiled insults which were... meant to be compliments threw him off a little, and if he had his knives right now- well. It was probably a good thing he didn't, and another good thing he didn't specialize in physical combat. Killing someone here might prove to be disastrous later on, no matter how delightful the sight of his blood would be.

At the demand, he raised an eyebrow behind his hair, before giving it a moment of lazy thought.

"Hm," He hummed out, taking a sip of his milk, and trying to absorb this all while still keeping a calm face. "Just because you say your name is the same as mine doesn't mean anything. You could be a liar. Or, quite simply, you've done your homework on me and decided to use my name as your own in an attempt to unsettle me." Belphegor smirks once more- now that he's proven that this guy's answer doesn't mean anything, he asks: "But I'll play along- tell me your name."

[piggy_king]

"Glad you asked, my boy!" Porky said heartily, "My name is...Porky! Porky Minch!"

[knived_grin]

Bel watches him for a moment. Stares. And then, breaks out into laughter- soft, hissed between his teeth, cruel, and horribly amused.

[piggy_king]

"W-What's so funny?" Porky said confused.

Oh, SHIT.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Porky shouted, "Oh, son of a BITCH! You mean I told you all of that for NOTHING?! No, it can't be! S-Stop joking around! Dammit, I know that you're just kidding!"

No no no! This can't be happening! Porky did not just tell this brat his life story for nothing!

[knived_grin]

Bel opens his mouth to laugh harder, a hand clenched over his stomach at the loud cursing of the other. After a few split seconds, he manages control, still giggling under his breath. This was hilarious. Too good to be true.

"Too bad." He murmurs out, on another fleeting chuckle. Belphegor leans in, his smile nice and wide and cruel. "Pleased to meet you," He murmurs, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. "I'm prince Belphegor."

[piggy_king]

"SON...OF...A...BIIIITCH!!" Porky shouted, pounding the table with each word, "You CANNOT be SERIOUS!!"

After he had finished his outburst, he started slamming his forehead on the table. After a few whacks on the head, Porky simply laid his head on the table. He laid there for a few moments, completely immobile, and then raised his right hand and put it in front of Belphegor.

"Pleased to meet you," Porky mumbled weakly.

[knived_grin]

Bel simply watched, not bothering to hide his amusement, nor particularly caring if this guy happened to be attracting the attention of the people around them. He sipped his milk, took a few bites of his pasta, and just looked as if this sort of thing happened often.

At the extended hand... well, Belphegor watched that as well, his body language pretty much admitting that he wasn't even considering shaking his hand, king or no.

"Ten thousand years, hm?" Bel asked with a tilt of his head and another large, condescending grin. "All that time, and never learning to hold your tongue."

[piggy_king]

After waiting for Belphegor to shake his hand for a few moments, which obviously wasn't going to happen, Porky raised his head back up and put his hand back at his side. Porky sighed for what seemed like a full minute before finally speaking.

"Well, what can I say?" Porky said, managing to smile weakly, "Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. And besides, it's not like I'm always this...verbose. Normally I'm a lot more secretive about things."

Suddenly, Porky lit up.

"Hey!" Porky said, grinning, "Wait a minute, if I thought that you were just like me, then that means..."

[knived_grin]

"I'm sure you are." He mutters sarcastically, the dark smirk still tainting his features and making him look downright nasty. Another pause, as Porky seemed to get an idea, and Belphegor sighed inwardly before tilting his head in an expression of mock curiosity. "Mm, by all means, continue."

[piggy_king]

"Well, I thought that you were me, right?" Porky began, a small grin, creeping onto his face, "And while the main reason I thought you were me was the way you looked, the way you acted was another important part of it. Namely, that you were rude, vain, and somewhat childish. I now know, however, that, unlike me, you lack tact, which is arguably my only social grace. All of these factors combined lead to one obvious conclusion."

Porky suddenly pointed right at Belphegor.

"No one here likes you!" Porky stated triumphantly, "And around here, if you don't have at least one person that trusts you, you may as well be dead. Do you see what I'm driving at here? Ah, thank you."

After he had finished talking to Belphegor, the waitress returned with Porky's meal, visibly shaken by his behavior earlier. Without waiting for her to leave, Porky took his fork and knife and began shoveling the pork chops into his mouth.