"I have a proposition."
Melodiously state a voluptuous woman of vibrant crimson hair. Although mistakenly call her a gorgeous goddess wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Vurckair stared at her; Nostalgia and indignation present on his frown, fury ablazed on his piercing blue eyes; Same shade the woman has on her irises.
"I don't care who you are." He blatantly ignored the woman's phrase, and gutturally growled through gritted teeth. "How dare you to impersonate my Mother!."
Confused, she tilted her head, revealing the bright white underhair hidden by her shimmering crimson mane.
"Not «Who», Globe-Jumper. «What». I am the Planet of Ell'Thane. My appearance merely represents what you venerate the most."
"It's my fault then?."
"Indeed." Agreed Ell'Thane. "Deities tend to be the norm, smoothing this process. If you dislike it. I can swap the parameter to whomever you respect."
Vurckair's Mother is replaced by a towering, statuesque woman with straight, dark indigo hair; Her bright lilac irises gazing down at him with contemptuous disdain.
"Is this acceptable, Globe-Jumper?."
{My Hot Not-Aunt, Verulkya, the undisputed Head of the Vecturion House, and the only person on my Father's side of the Family, that i cannot defeat in combat}
"Barely."
"Good enough then… My offer is straight. I'll play blind, and let you snatch the status of «Resident» from the «Variant» that currently lives in me. All i ask in return, is you don't slack off too much. Destroy occasionally some Quartzals; And put in place, or eliminate «Troublesome Outsiders» near your location."
After wandering between dimensions, and technically being on the brink of death, anyone would immediately accept such marvelous proposition.
Not Vurckair.
He has been left down by two planets already.
First, Azthea; His world of origin, and the place that exiled him.
Second, Loutharn; The planet he had chosen as his home. And the location that didn't even have the decency to warn about its impending annihilation.
He asked. "When are you going to betray me?."
"I wouldn't. I don't hold animosity towards you, Globe-Jumper."
"Yet. You've openly acknowledged my Alternative Version must die. What could stop you from doing the same to me?."
"Nothing." Ell'Thane admitted, and Vurckair scoffed.
"Exactly. Instead of a life with a gun pointing at my head. I prefer the certainty of my upcoming death."
"Why?. Like i said. I don't have animosity towards you."
{So its literal}
"I see… How slow of me… What has he done?."
"Endanger me. His stubborn naivety has unlocked methods that shouldn't be explored yet…"
{How unspecific…}
"Beware, all life harbored within me; It's supposed to function as my immune system. «Threaten me, and i remove you». «Keep me safe, and i'll nurture you with everything i have available». It's simply that straight, Globe-Jumper."
{At least i have the opportunity to choose}
"«Vurckair». That's my name. Given to me by my Mother."
{Though she followed the traditional naming of my Father's Family, even when she didn't have to}
"Lovely. It's my pleasure to meet you, Vurckair."
"I'd like to say the same. But considering you don't have your own anthropoid body; And what i see its a mere illusion. It feels improper, weird even."
"I agree. Perhaps you could create an Avatar for me. I had been curious, and willing to experience the way Anthropoids approach life."
"With everything that may entail?." Vurckair teased with a lustful, lecherous smirk.
"Yes, Vurckair. I'm fascinated by the capacity of females to produce offspring through fornication."
{Worst way to say: «I'm Horny». But getting laid with a planet will be a first for me}
"I'll try my best. Where i will appear?."
"What a strange question. If you wanted to put an ant on your shoulder. Where would you put it, Vurckair?."
{So Ell'Thane will transport me near my Variant}
The young man snorted, as a dimensional rift opened before him.
He crossed it, and arrived to a shared dormitory.
Confusion or shock might be the obvious reaction to see someone identical to oneself, especially if the person in question is an only child.
But Vurckair has previously met two variants of himself; A third, telegraphed encounter is hardly a surprise.
The same can't be applied to the daunted Variant, who is unable to react at Vurckair's sudden dash, exiting the closing dimensional rift.
He moved fast, barely a blur was visible, the distance shorten in an instant.
His right hand hurled forth, fingers clad in golden claws pierced through the Variant's forehead, sundering down bone and soft tissue with ease.
Neck, spine and thorax were splattered down with ephemeral brutality.
The wrecked corpse, and the gore around, are suddenly transformed into a multicolored orb of light, preventing even a single, minuscule drop of blood to remained in the room.
The ethereal sphere flew, absorbed by the blue rhombus on Vurckair's chest.
The scaled, organic design of his entire burgundy bodysuit, the Adarga, is renewed; Along his physique, reshaped to match his Variant's age and features.
Vurckair not only is older, he also has the face of a determined and seasoned soldier, rather than the expression of a conceited, stubborn youngster.
Which would give away his real identity; Despite the memories he inherited.
The most recurrent events on the Variant's life, involved unorthodox theories; Along many nuisances he endured due to his mediocre prowess with Flow Magic.
Because of his lineage as a Vecturion, the Variant was immediately looked down, and discarded, regardless of any potential benefit his novel approach to Magic could otorgue to the Family.
"I can't relate to his troubles." Murmured Vurckair, his palms costed with etheric True-Wine energy.
Azthea is a Magicless World; In there, Vurckair was the last Vecturion. And his stay in Loutharn wasn't long enough to interact with his relatives, or to claim he is an expert on magical arts.
Yet. He is not clueless; Having more than a sliver of knowledge, along his personal experience.
"I'm sure two thirds of his ideas are doable–"
Two knocks echoed before the door was opened by a mature, stern woman of metalized, chocolate hair.
Vallad'Yanna was unimpressed. "Already awake and ready to depart."
Her gaze landed on the suitcase over the second bed in the room, before she suddenly locked her bright pink eyes on the still-in-formation sphere of True-Wine energy hovering near Vurckair's left palm.
She squinted her eyes; Voice deep and heavy, the tone denoted a not-so-subtle aggressiveness. "I thought you were right-handed."
"I am." Vurckair answered confidently, and showed his right hand, were four small spheres danced beautifully in the air without ever getting into contact.
"Multitasking the creation and manipulation of Nodes?."
Vurckair nodded at the question with fake acceptance; His stance perfectly concealing his combat readiness.
"Understandable…" The woman relaxed; Her voice remained stern, but sparked with the pride of a teacher satisfied by her student's progress…