"Mmm, I'm so famished." Zlatan's eyes slid open, his hands rubbing his tummy gently. Glancing around, there was nothing but a navy blueish cosmic background, seemingly having no end or way out. He had almost done looking around having no idea where he was, when he noticed something also in the void. It was spherical and the only thing, which it brought to Zlatan's mind currently being overthrown by the armies of his stomach, was the figure being none other than an egg. The fact that he was in an unfamiliar void, floating within it and being just a construct of pure unknown energy, didn't get an inch near his thoughts unlike the supposed egg had.
'Hmm, its still a chicken. Maybe she'd hid a roast one inside.' His thoughts wandered to Thelma's stunts, which she usually pulled off whenever he asked for an Extra Extra Extra Extra meal each time. He wasn't a fan of anything but meat or a delicious meal, which he knew his Uncle Vans always got hidden somewhere. So an egg would have been his last but one option, if that's not the only thing he could probably get now.
Easily figuring out a way to move around in the void by kicking his legs together and as if in water, he opened his arms, brought them before him and drew them back, thrusting himself forward in the void. He didn't feel obese anymore nor heavy, instead he felt light and energized as if he could eat a horse. The egg was surely far off, but determined to satisfy the pang in his stomach, he knew each push would bring him pretty much closer to the goal.
However, where Zlatan was heading, a distance seeming quite close but farther and immeasurable, two spherical objects floated in the void and were engaged in a conversation. One would have said only a single sphere was rambling about, however, beside it and looking as if part of the void a pair of golden eyes could be seen.
"Now, you'll return and as I said you have to initiate the bond with any of these." Said the White Sphere which had both eyes being of a different colour unlike the other. They had a projection of various items before them.
The items floated in the sky and looked like a holographic construct made of an unknown and unfamiliar energy.
"First off, this is a device used in the World Domain being mobile and fundamental to the Humans." The White Sphere went on to say, having a comb being projected before her. "The Humans use it for straightening up their hair and usually carry it around."
"Really, I don't think this one does from what I did see." The golden eyed Dark Sphere said, recalling how Zlatan looked like, he'd forgotten he even had hair to begin with. "What's this?"
"Oh that." The other instantly knew what he was talking about since they were one being after all. "They call that a plate, they are seen with them three times a day or more."
"Really, what's it for?"
"For something known as food, helps in their survival— they do enjoy it for some reason I guess."
"Food, why that name though?"
"You really want to do this now huh, I'm Ino not the big guy— you need glasses to see that?!"
"Glasses? What's that?"
"Ugh, why should you get all the good stuff except brains Vrabam." The White Sphere remarked, a bit annoyed. She'd have slapped her hand on her forehead, if only she had one.
"If I did, you'd be useless after all— hahahaa." Vrabam pointed out proudly as if making an award winning statement, which deserved recognition and praise for being true.
"You! Ugh, I'm gonna keep my purity and forgive you. Lucky you're not affected by it." The white sphere replied in a calm tone with a smile propping up her face.
"Hahah, that's — wait affected by what?"
"Eh um… check this one out, won't it rather be better?! They call it Clothes and are the very thing they have with them most of the time." The White Sphere swiped on the construct, bringing up another item— a different sets of clothes.
"Is it the Tain—"
"Clothes are definitely the best option for us, though there's are still a bit to look through." Ino continued to talk not heeding the other or giving him much of a chance to speak. After all, she just needed to emphasize on a word twice in order to bring his focus and memory on it. As expected, mentioning clothes twice did get his mind off the previous thought on what she almost spewed. Forgetting the previous thoughts but not resetting his mind— proof of his minute brain as she knew.
Of course, it did come in handy at times like this, but was also a disadvantage yet Ino knew enough to not emphasize on something twice.
However, the item was a goal and using such an approach pinned it on his mind. Thus killing two birds with one stone, she was a smarty one after all— a replica of Omnis itself.
"Clothes got it, what's this thing?!" Vrabam asked beamingly, looking at a cylindrical object which had a handle on each side.
"Eh, how did I choose this again?" Ino wandered as she looked at the wooden figure, instantly knowing what it was and it's purpose.
"A Rolling Pin, that's the name they give it. This thing doesn't even come into the subject?" She mumbled to herself.
"So they need two of them?"
"Two of them? Ah, it's different Vrabam. That's a Scroll." Ino confirmed, yet still he seemed quite interested in it. Curious, he went on to ask about the intricate designs which could be seen on it.
"Jeez, as I said, that's a scroll but not what I'm opting for so focus here. This is a mission from the Death Domain, the Reaper Corps."
"Whoa, I've heard so much about them — how do I join Ino? How do I?" Vrabam's golden eyes gleamed with excitement only to have his hopes shoved under the carpet. "You can't."
"Buh buh…" He was welling up, like a 5 year old who wasn't getting the lollipop he always wanted. His charming cute golden eyes failing to work on her.
"Buh what?" Ino rolled her eyes, indifferent to his reaction at all as she continued and got back to business. "Now take a look at the map since some cleaning up will be done here— the rise of Taint is overwhelming in this area the most."
Listening carefully as she went over the holographic map before them while carefully giving the details of the side mission, none noticed as Zlatan was now half way through to them. His tongue was sticking out like a beast, drool dripping as his hunger had successfully taken control over him. His only goal was to reach it, and there was nothing he ever wanted which he couldn't get. For him this wasn't any different, he'd gobble it up and none could do anything about it. After all, he was Zlatan Elmore and if his first name didn't matter. The other sure did carry enough weight, tons more than his own fat self.