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Niro started laughing. "Oh you are too much Orin. Are you always such a stick in a mud? The mud? Whatever." He looked at the cracks in the floor. "Now that's going to be tricky to explain." With a shake of his head, that only made his messy hair more messy. He grinned sheepishly and finished the applesauce. "Fine, fine. Have it your way! But, let's go. Unless you want to be part of the lovely food fight." Once again grabbing Orin's wrist he took off, more or less dragging poor Orin. "You'll thank me for this."

Two blocks away he stopped, let him go and pulled out the watch. "There you are, enjoy." He pushed down the stopper. Time started moving along at its normal pace once again. Birds flew, people walked and talked, cars drove, all the good normal things. "I do wonder what is going on back there. Someone better remember to yell food fight. They always looked so enjoyable." He looked around, interested in just about everything. "Should I come up with a name for you as well? I do like of like the one you came up with."

"Niro." He said tucking the watch back in its pocket. "Actually, three thousand, one hundred and seven. Oracles have existed long before man was smart enough to count time." He nodded and began to observe the traffic lights. "No, just overly educated about your world. The problem is your world to us is like watching through the glass pane of a window. We know all about it, we just don't actually live it. Now I get to experience it, food fights always looked so fun you know." He looked back to Orin. "No, actually I think I'm more in my late 20's early 30's." With his hands back in his pockets of the trench he waited to see what Orin would say next.

"Pleasant Afternoon." Niro watched him leave, a bit curiously. He was half tempted to follow him because he was showing all the signs of being scared. Chips, in Niro's opinion, did not twitch like that. He gave him until he was around the corner and exactly one minute after that before he started following him. Niro decided it wouldn't hurt to see him safety to his dorm and learn a few things along the way about the world. The only problem was Niro was a little distracted, mostly by anything that he'd never seen. The sounds and smells of this world were rather interesting after all.

Niro had watched him into the building which he knew contained a few hundred dorm rooms. After ten minutes of walking the grounds, he remembered which one housed Orin. There was a very large spreading apple tree on the grounds and looked ripe with apples. So Niro walked over to it and helped himself to a few of them, pocketing a few. Then he settled down at its base and ate his way through another apple and stared up at the clouds, remembering his own banishment from the Oracles.

Oracle Niro. For abusing your powers, you are hereby banished and stripped of your powers. You are sentenced to remain on earth as a human until you come to understand that your powers were not given to you for your own pleasure, instead for the betterment of mankind. Furthermore, you are going to be responsible and accountable for your actions.

Niro crunched away at the apple, all of that made no sense to him. Oracles had great power why not use it for their own gain? Niro knew all of this stemmed from him using the power he'd stolen from other Oracles. He had the power to not only create life but, take it away. Was that not what time did? Turns out the answer was no, there were other Oracles for that kind of thing. He had gotten away with for a while, until he'd done some things that made several very large wars over the course of time and brought about the end of the world. That had all been fixed of course but, he was still in trouble.

The sound of leather boots would being to echo through an empty hallway in the school...though, the echo would easily, and quite eerily, echo out towards where others could hear it. The sounds from these boots belonged to a tall, pale man...dressed entirely in black, including a cloaklike trenchcoat. Though it would not be visible to any but the most well trained eyes, a sheathe with a rather sharp katana within it was kept underneath this cloak. Rather outdated weapon for this day and age...but it suited Loreno, the owner, far better than a gun would. Anyone viewing him walking with his stern expression would likely think one of two things...that he was just a strange, vampire-like student or professor, due to pale skin and oddly red-tinged eyes...or else that he was just flat out suspicious in general. The second would be the correct guess, as he was not here for academia. He had recieved a note from an unknown author...telling him to be here on this day, but said no specific place on the campus. This could be either trap or a job...either way, he was confident his skills would carry him through. He was merely wandering until he perhaps found this mysterious author...and of course, was actively reading the surface thoughts of everyone close by. Most were thinking of school things...dreading a test, studying, or working on homework. Some were being far less studious, daydreaming or else plain out goofing off...or even napping. He let out a silent sigh of frustration...no sign yet. He'd have to keep wandering the campus...

...that was odd. He sensed one mind that was somehow...shielded from his mind reading capability. It shortly began heading his way...the only explanation he could think of was that he, also, had powers of some sort. Could he be the one who sent him the note...? He waited until he was close, and then suddenly turned to look at him. Loreno studied him closely for a moment, leaving a silence that stretched for a couple moments before finally speaking in a low tone, pulling out a bit of paper from one of the inner pockets in his trenchoat as he did so. As only the two of them were present, no one could possibly hear what they were saying. This pocket was on the opposite side of his katana, so there was no way the kid could have seen it without some sort of x-ray vision.

"...you....you must have powers of some sort. Tell me...did you write this note?"

With that, Loreno would flick his wrist, sending the paper to him. If he were to look, he would see a message, describing the school they were at by name and the time it would be within ten minutes....it had no signature, and requested a meeting with Loreno. Unfortunately, before the boy could reply, the curse decided to kick in...Loreno's entire body would jerk once as he ended up falling to his knee, clenching a fist as several, various muscles twitched along with the pain spasms. Loreno's teeth were also clenched, his breath a bit labored as he slowly stood back up, using the nearest wall for support. The pain would fade in a moment, he knew that...but it seemed that the pain usually came at the wrong times more and more frequently.

"...I'm fine. This...is normal for me. A condition I've had for a while now, if you will."

He then proceeded to take deep, longer breaths...similar in fashion to lamaze breathing. It gave him something aside from the pain to focus on, until it went away. Not to mention it provided him with valuable oxygen. After a moment, the pain would begin to recede as Loreno relaxed a bit before stepping away fromt he wall again. He would then look into this boy's eyes...his own red ones glittering a bit. This usually, at the very least, unnerved people. His thoughts were still guarded.

"...may I ask how you are capable of blocking your mind? Also...about the note?"

He then awaited his response, wondering if maybe he would allow for Loreno to read his mind...he wouldn't need to be asking questions if he could just simply read his mind and be done with it.