Our avatars are in a room together

"I'm not trying to excuse his actions. But...I figured you'd at least want closure."

-Pina- I'll be 17 the rest of my life... so I'm not too concerned there.

-Stevo- I see, I see...

Tell me more about the general concept of these ah...

-He looks away for a second and shuts his eyes-

...Trading card games. How many do you know exist?

-Pina's smile wavers-

... Seventeen forever?

Excuse me if I'm being rude, or... Are you going to die soon, or are you immortal?

<I don't care about him anymore. He's nothing to me.>

edited 9th Mar '18 7:01:33 PM by Tatsumar

violets and purples, diamonds and circles...

-a small horned child is holding a pot with a colorful toadstool in it and singing to it-

Eh...

I dunno exact figures, but I know a couple.

Sorcerers of the Shore is one... it's also the name of the publisher of it.

Lore-wise the players are like- sea-faring wizards.

Pirates with magic spells and shit.

And thus a match is lore-wise two of these wizard-pirates facing off against each other.

There's another one called Spirit Summoner, but I don't know that one as well as I know Sorcerers of the Shore.

"..."

"...What do you want?"

<It's all his fault that my brother's died... He only became a warrior cause of Alloran's shame.>

<... I just want a place I can call home... Away from all the fighting.>

edited 9th Mar '18 7:09:48 PM by Tatsumar

"...I know the feeling. So...if you want this to be your home...I suppose it can be."

-Pina- Huh? Ahhhh-ah-ah, nothing like that don't worry.

-He waves his hand dismissively like it's no big deal-

Sorcerers of the Shore and Spirit Summoner... I have to look those up, see if they exist for me...

-He backs up for some space and closes his eyes-

The keyword is... Trading Card Game.

-what-

Eh...?

Are you some kinda psychic, man?

<Good. If Mom and Dad want me... they can come get me here.>

It certainly is odd... but I'll take your word on it.

Did someone say Psychic Man?

-Reigen BURSTS out from a nearby pantry in the kitchen-

-Stevo blinks-

... Okay- one there was a comma, dude...

Secondly...

What were you doing in the pantry...?

No.

I'd call it more detailed Wikipedi—

Philip is immediately knocked out of his search trance by Reigen-

...Technically, I suppose?

-Reigen dusts various spices off his suit, and pulls out a small frying pan that found itself stuck to his pants, tossing it aside-

Personal business.

Regardless, I overheard the word 'Psychic!'

edited 9th Mar '18 7:31:25 PM by MacDuffy

Yeah... I said it.

Is there something about the word psychic that just... summons your attention?

-Pina is seemingly unfased from the weird spice rack man-

My my, you were just hiding in there just waiting for that one word? That's dedication, human.

I don't believe we have any business with a psychic right now.

"...Do your parents know you're even here? Wait, how old are you?"

"Time might not pass here fast enough for them to know you're gone, anyway."

<I left home for Earth for two years before coming here.>

<I'm... seventeen Earth years, to make it easy for you.>

<I'm so sorry for leaving them behind...>

{He's a child.}

"So they definitely know you're gone."

-Stevo-

Yes, as a matter of fact!

-Pina-

No no, I was dealing with other matters.

-Philip-

You do, now.

-Reigen, in a flash, dextrously and gracefully makes his way to the three fellows, handing them each a business card-

Genius Psychic, Reigen Arataka. Spirits and Such Consultations.

Ooookay...

-looks at the business card-

I'm Stevo Croft...

I'm a nerd. And I design a card game.

So...

I don't think I need a psychic.