The Meeting

Ulrik had geared his gaze off of Eutan and towards the ceiling, laying there motionless like a lifeless corpse. He looked up at the obsidian-colored stone above him and took a struggled deep breath inwards. In brief intervals stardust began to appear around Ulrik periodically.

There was a dead-silence that hung like flies to a light around the trio, everything still and motionless. Ulrik's eyes still looked up at the ceiling, unblinking and unmoving, a light snore audible from the back of his throat. The stones began to lift upwards into the ceiling, the obsidian stone slabs defying the laws of gravity to fly upwards towards the ceiling, stacking one upon another perfectly.

The sound of the stone slabs hitting against each other was as loud and obnoxious as hearing breaking glass or your evil elementary substitute teach scratching her sharpened neails against the chalkboard. However, Eutan and Ja'ido were still there, standing in a blank space while Ulrik himself layed upon a invisible ground, the backdrop of the entire scene pain-stakingly white.

As Ulrik was there, looking around in a bit of a alarmed state, he noticed the new ceiling that had been formed by the rise of the stone slabs. He could feel himself moving even though he himself could not actually see it happening due to the perfectly camoflauged background. The "ceiling' began to move away at surprisingly high speeds, though Eutan and the Fire Feline stayed there, next to Ulrik.

Ulrik finally found the strength within him to sit up, and look behind him. As he did so, he saw something that looked like a background of space itself rush towards Ulrik and his companions. As the scene neared itself to the trio, a loud... -- best not get into the details of what Ulrik was hearing...

Ulrik stood up, utterly baffled at what he was hearing. He looked around, spinning in a three-hundred and sixty degree circumfrence until he saw-- a man?! Ulrik raced towards his frozen compatriots -- but the male was there already.

There was nothing on him -- though it seemed he had the decency to put on some underclothing to cover the no-no area. He was considerably large, over ten feet even. He leaned on Eutan's head and yawned. Ulrik backstepped considerably as the male began to speak.

"Hello, Ulrik. I'm 'A,' or if you might have listened the hundreds of times I whispered to you, Aaron. For crying out loud man, you may have a short ass attention span and horrible memory but you could atleast remember your stars name, right? Anyways..."

Aaron walked around Eutan, taking off his helmet and playing with the bowl-cut position his snakes where in as if the helmet was still on them. He played with them, lifting a few upwards and adjusting others and so forth. He went as far as making a pair of forceps appear to pluck one off by the root. This one specifically had two snake heads on one trunk, Aaron went to smile and say "Split-ends~..." before throwing the forceps with snakes away and kicking Eutan and the yokai into the distance with two mighty kicks - one for each!

Aaron walked over to Ulrik and would poke his head, a sudden blazing yellow glow emmiting from where he had been touched on his forehead. Aaron continued to speak, saying to Ulrik.

"Tell that edgy mentor of yours I said 'Where the titties at?', okay? I want to mess with him. He looks like he'd be fun to piss off. I wanna' see how he'd try to get back at a star since he tinkers with things he's not supposed to... like that Nostvale King, Dominic. Anyways, later."

With that, everything would bleach out once again, returning Ulrik to the reailty that was Valmasia. He had that golden aura around him, and a few dark tendrils on his foot... which almost immidiately vanished after appearing. His head twitched in a odd manner as he got up, limping, trying to head towards the exit. He said loud enough for Eutan to hear.

"M-My star... A-Aron... H-H-He said f-for me to a-ask you 'Where t-the titties at..?'"

After that, mumbles to himself could be heard as Ulrik continued to attempt and leave the arena area. Things like 'W-What are titties' and other things. As if the boy wasn't fucked up enough. Aaron went ahead and traumatized.
(Ulrik Haruke)