A Fraccion Approaches!

[fonicfraccion]

Luke let out a startled grunt as he arrived in this new place, rubbing his eyes and fighting off a wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him. It took him a moment to take in the familiar perfect white walls, the steady hum of machinery, and the lab tools neatly ordered as any scientist would have them. His eyes slowly widened when he did

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[science_muncher]

[Szayel looks up from his malfunctioning and beeping machine.] Hmmm, yet another intruder? This device is proving quite the annoyance.

[fonicfraccion]

[...well, at least some instance of his master was present, even if it wasn't his. Sigh.]

My apologies, Szayel Aporro-sama. I believe the fact that I seem to be naturally bounced back and forth between worlds that are not my own made it easier for your device to pick me up.

[science_muncher]

[Now this was interesting indeed... Perhaps he could be of some use, after all.]

You have traveled to other worlds? Did you use a device such as mine, or was there another method?

[fonicfraccion]

[Luke pulled his notebook off of his belt, flipping through it.]

I have not sensed any outside influence, nor have I come across any devices that may be responsible for the pull back and forth between worlds.

[He tapped his fingers against his book.]

I have thoroughly investigated all the worlds I have found myself in, and yet this alternate version of my own world is the only one that has such an obvious reason behind my presence here.

OHAI YOU~ ♥

[ever_so_cynical]

{And out of all the people- should one use that term very liberally- Szayel could have come across, Luke isn't exactly his first choice.}

Am I to assume you're responsible for this?

OHAI. *finally responding orz*

[fonicfraccion]

[Oh, what a pleasant surprise... if you could interpret Luke's, "Why are you existing?" expression as pleasant anyway. He let out a very put upon sigh, turning to the human version of his master.]

As much as I would love to take credit for this, it is another instance of my master that is responsible for our presence in this world.

Right back atcha. orz

[ever_so_cynical]

His taste in decor is miserable.

{Which would be interpreted most accurately as "I suspect he's got dissected bodies strewn across the walls and floor just waiting for me".}

*hugs* XD

[fonicfraccion]

Oh? It is too simple for your human tastes?

[smirks slightly, though he can't help but wonder if the human would be in danger here. He doubted any normal instance of his master would take well to the boy.]