Ivan ✯ 001

[shushushuriken]

Who: Ivan & somarium!
Where: Espoir
Style: I'll gladly follow you!
Status: Open as can be, bb.

If one were to walk through the center plaza of Espoir early in the morning, they might just stumble upon a rather curious sight. No -- curious wasn't the word for it -- unsettling was more apt in describing the situation.

Comments

[clonezart]

[Just kinda looming over him. Mozart jerks behind as Ivan wakes up. It's his first confrontation with near-death. It was a bit frightening but also somewhat alluring. He can't really bring himself to say or do anything besides watch.]

[shushushuriken]

[Wow, creeper. Opening his eyes groggily, Ivan turns his head to the side, allowing a blurry view of the man standing over him. His knee-jerk reaction is to to defend himself as best he can, not realising that this definitely wasn't Jake Martinez looming over him. Groping blindly for a shuriken resting in the folds of his bodysuit (though seemingly out of nowhere), he launches not one, not two, but three shuriken at the man in quick succession.

His aim's probably not too great at the moment, considering his injuries, but... watch out for those flying projectiles, Clonezart!]

[clonezart]

[If he had a long, pointy object to stab the other man with, -- say, an epee -- he would. But he doesn't so luckily the best he can do is dodge the small attacks. Try that again and he will kick out all the air Ivan has left in those lungs.]

You idiot! Are you trying to kill me!?

[shushushuriken]

[Sorry Clonezart, it's nothing personal... really! Being beaten half to death by a psycho before waking up in a strange place with someone hovering over you tends to lead to such a reaction. When Ivan hears the man's voice and strains -- really looks at him -- he realises his mistake and begins to apologize profusely, despite the current situation.

Ahh! I'm sorry! I thought you were... someone else... [It's a lame excuse, but it's the truth. As he speaks, Ivan takes in his surroundings, pushing himself up on his elbows for support. This definitely wasn't Jake Martinez' hideout. So the next question is --] Where am I?

[clonezart]

Do you not recognize greatness when you see it? Who could you possibly mistake for Mozart?

[HMPH. Watch how he ignores all those apologies. As if such simple words could atone for what's been done. Mozart scoffs loudly, evidently expecting more than words from a half-dead super hero.]

This world is called Somarium.

[shushushuriken]

I - Mozart? I'm sorry, I don't know who you are... and I just...

[He trails off here, unsure of what to say to the irritated man. Even if he had heard of Mozart, let's be honest -- Ivan wouldn't care about him, sorry to say. After all, he's not Japanese. If he was Gackt or something, then he might recognize him.

Ivan's gonna be fully sitting up now, a confused look on his face.]

So this isn't Stern Bild then? How did I get here?

[Then a rather horrifying thought crosses his mind.]

I'm not dead... am I?

[clonezart]

[That earns another scoff. He was easily becoming accustomed to others from worlds where Mozart was unknown, more accustomed than he would like to be. Still, to recognize Gackt but not Mozart, those are some pretty messed up tastes, kid.]

Somarium is a dream world. You enter this place through sleep. Death is often referred to as the eternal slumber, no? You certainly look the part.

[shushushuriken]

[Yeah, well Ivan's a giant weeaboo, so it can't really be helped -- unfortunate though it may be.

Mozart's words cause a bit of a panic for the boy, and his eyes grow wide.]

So I am dead then... what a poor excuse for a Hero I must look like. I just hope I haven't caused any trouble for the others.

[Nice job Mozart, making the poor kid think he's dead when he's definitely not. This will do wonders for his already atrocious self-esteem.]

[clonezart]

[Here, let Mozart help with those confidence issues.]

Hero? That's just ridiculous! What hero winds up in a place like this?

[shushushuriken]

[Wow, what a swell guy. Ivan's gonna start up the waterworks here in a minute if this keeps up. For now though, he just looks down at his hands, feeling extremely ashamed.]

I... you're right. I'm no real Hero, like Tiger-san or Sky High. My NEXT power isn't even useful in saving lives.

[clonezart]

Saving lives? Don't be ridiculous. You can't even save yourself! This world won't let you leave until it chooses, after all.

[There's a laugh. He's stuck in the same boat and it sucks. But what can you do except laugh at the misfortune of others?]

[shushushuriken]

If I'm... [Pause. Wince. Possible beginnings of tears -- way to ram it home that he's a failure, Mozart.] already dead there's no leaving here either way, is there?

[The slightest bit more hopeful:]

Ah, but you're saying that it is possible for others to leave? Maybe you'll get to go home soon then.

[clonezart]

[Mozart's eyes narrow in on him. He didn't know why this kid cared about when he was going home.]

Perhaps... No doubt it will be sooner than you! [lolol] In any case, you're destined to be stuck here for a very long time. I'd suggest you get used to it.

[shushushuriken]

[Ivan cares about everyone... even people that try to suffocate him to death with sand!]

That's true... [RUDE. Maybe he should cry with Mozart's face on.] I guess that's all I really can do. Ah, but, I'm Ivan. Ivan Karelin. It's... nice to meet you. [Except not really because you're a jerk. But that's okay, Ivan's a forgiving person.]

[clonezart]

[Mozart usually tries to kick those people to death. Maybe you should take a hint or two from him. Mozart would kick him if he dared to shift into his shape, after all.

He taps his finger against his chin, assuming that this boy is from a different world. (It's the only explanation for those who are unfamiliar with his name, you see.) So perhaps he's original material from his world? This is important if Mozart is going to bother to remember his name. (He won't.)]

Are you anybody important?

[shushushuriken]

[Even more hideous than initially suspected, Mozart... Don't worry though, this bb is far too precious to do so consciously.

Eh, he's probably heard of Mozart, but doesn't care too much -- unfortunate taste and all. Just try to educate him or something. (Spoilers: it probably won't work)]

Somebody important?

[Gdit Mozart, there go the self-esteem issues again. Guess who's gonna get charged with his therapy sessions? He frowns and avoids eye contact once more. Ivan's not about to reveal the whole 'Hero' thing just yet, but...]

I'm not really important at all, but I am a NEXT, if that's what you're asking.