paixaorpg | So Many Questions [Complete]

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So Many Questions [Complete]

Character(s): Ivan, Bloo
Content: Ivan and Bloo are goin' to get some drinks.
Setting: Joutenheim area, nearing Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: afternoonish
Warnings: Deep thots. D:

After an hour or two on the road with Bloo, Ivan began to realize the cafe was significantly further away than the map made it look. He hadn't expected it to be a big deal - after all, this city couldn't possibly be much bigger than Tolbi, right? That's what he had thought, but apparently he'd been wrong. He could have walked from one end of Tolbi to the other and back in the time it was taking them to get to their destination.

How could he have never heard of a city this big? Surely there would have at least been rumors. He'd have asked Bloo about it, but, in an odd coincidence, his little friend wasn't a local, either.

Then there was the mystery of Bloo. Just what was he? The closest he could equate him to was a slime, but those didn't talk, as far as he knew. But he didn't want to ask until he could figure out a good way to word the question. Just saying "what in heaven's name are you" would sound really rude.

Those weren't the only questions he was itching for an answer to, though. How had he gotten here in the first place? What was this strange little box they'd given him, and why was there nothing inside? What were the stretchy silver creatures, and why had they attacked? (He hadn't seen any more of them, but he still remained on guard - whatever this place was, it wasn't safe.) And where had all his Djinni gone?

He watched Bloo's antics more or less passively as they continued; even for the most oblivious person, it was obvious, from his consistently short answers and the expression of worry he couldn't fully get off his face, that he had a lot of things on his mind - and what he would order at the cafe was not one of them.

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Before they had even gotten a mile, Bloo was already whining. He hadn't paid attention to the map, but it was so small, the distance confused him and made him agitated and irate. In addition to that, he was still afraid of the white demons, and he could tell Ivan was on the lookout as well, only more bravely so than he. Bloo started complaining.

"My FEET hurt! Are we there yet? Did you read the map right? I'm thirsty!"

And so on. Bloo occasionally thought of Ivan. His clothes looked all person-from-a-distant-villagey, but he couldn't tell whether it was really like that or just a new trend catching on. Not to mention Ivan could do crazy things like call forth creatures and lightning. Bloo still thought that was the best thing ever, and still wanted to learn it.

"The lightning was soooomething! You gotta teach me that. How do you do that?! Is that what magic is like? Awwwesoome."

Bloo became googley-eyed, but only for as long as it took him to start complaining and whining again. He was very good at it. He also occasionally thought of Paixao and its strangeness. Why everyone seemed afraid of the outside whenever they looked to the gates, and their strange behaviours and the animated sky. It was like a video game, but for virtual reality recepticals.

"Ivaaaan~ Can you carry me? I'm sort of tired."

At first, Ivan's brain didn't really register Bloo's whining past his own thoughts. He checked the map one last time - they'd turned onto the right street, so the cafe should be right up ahead, although how far was anyone's guess.

When he came back to earth, Bloo was going on about magic again. "It's not really magic per se," Ivan corrected gently. "It's called Psynergy." But Bloo changed the subject before he could go into any more detail than that.

"Ivaaaan~ Can you carry me? I'm sort of tired."

"Eheh... I would, but my hands are full," said Ivan, holding them up. His left hand was holding his staff, and in his right he carried the brochure and the strange little box. (When they got where they were going, he'd have to sit down and really figure out what it was.) But when he looked up, he noticed a familiar-looking sign over one of the buildings. "'Cafe Ersatz- Ersesat,'" he read aloud. "Oh! Look, Bloo, we're almost there anyway!" he exclaimed, pointing at it.

Bloo contemplated the word Psynergy. It wasn't magic, but if he could learn it, he didn't care.

"Sinurjee!" he cried, and laughed at the word he couldn't understand. But then, Ivan pointed out what he was hoping for since earlier. A nice drink when you're parched, feeling like you've been crawling through the desert for days. except that Bloo hadn't been.

He raced toward the café door. It seemed pretty upscale like the rest of the city Paixao, and he didn't like that. Like being the same as everyone else was too hard. But drinks were drinks and Ivan was paying, so he was obliged to withstand the crummy place that he didn't like.

"Ivan, Ivan! Huurrryyyy!" Bloo called with his crazy voice. He rushed in, letting the door stay open and hurried to the counter, where he jumped up and down, trying to sit on the little stools. At last, he grabbed onto the seat, but couldn't pull himself, because he was "dying of thirst".

"Hey! You! Buddy!" he called, just like last time. Strange how everything suddenly came full circle. A high-brow man peeked over the counter to the blue blob and was somewhat turned off by his appearance. Bloo wouldn't have it any other way, though.

"Yeah! Gimmeeee... a double mocha cappuchino, 170 degrees, with two pumps of caramel! Chop chop!"

He hung there, waiting for Ivan, feeling special, though his position wasn't very becoming.

Ivan smiled and shook his head a little, amused, as Bloo hurried into the restaurant, then trotted after him. The inside of the place looked just as strange as the outside, but that was something he was starting to expect; it looked like a pretty nice establishment, though. A few other patrons (all blond-haired, how odd) had glanced over disapprovingly at the racket Bloo was making, and Ivan smiled apologetically at them for a second before turning to the counter.

The highbrow-looking server (also blond) was standing up very straight and frowning at the imaginary friend, apparently not sure what to make of him, or whether he wanted to know. Eventually he said, "Coming right up," and turned to work on Bloo's drink. "Anything for you, sir?" he asked Ivan over his shoulder.

"Ah - just water for me, thank you," said Ivan. While they waited for their drinks, he gave Bloo a hand up onto the stool he was hanging from (if Bloo would let him, of course), and sat himself down on the one next to it, propping his staff against the counter in front of him. Now that they were relatively safe, he absently inspected the strange little blue box the man at the gate had given him. It was a little scuffed up from their fight with the silver creatures from before, but otherwise looked no worse for the wear. "I wonder what..." Then he remembered. "Oh, Bloo, did you say you knew what these things are?" he asked, sliding the journal a few inches toward Bloo.

Helped up from Ivan, which he appreciated halfway but, of course, said nothing, Blooregard Q. Kazoo watched the people go about their business. It was pretty strange that they all looked similar. Perhaps they were ancestors from a group of people who were very lacking in pigment. Bloo didn't really care, though. He was here and he wasn't about to let them spoil any fun he could have. Or a nice, hot drink.

"Whoooooo~! Whooooooo~!"

Bloo was spinning himself around in the chair, using the counter as a grip.

"Ivaaaaan~! You should tryyyyyyy this! Whooooo~! Hahahah!"

Ivan mentioned about the journals and Bloo slowed a little in speed and repeated spinnieness. His speech dilapidated by spinning cycles, he tried to explain it, even though, to Bloo, Ivan seemed like he'd been living under a rock.

"That? That's a machine! There's a button... you can turn on somewhere! I think... it has to do... with this plaaaaAAAAACE!!"

Bloo accidently slid off the chair and went flying across the café. He crashed into the door, which, naturally, drew the attention of everyone in there. Bloo simply got up and dusted off. He held his arms out to the people.

"Do yooooouuu wanna try it?" purposefully snappish so they would see him as leader and high-tail it. He walked back to his seat next to Ivan and jumped as high as could. He grabbed the other side of the stool, wiggled up and then pointed to the journal.

"Look, there. It's that rectangle button! I don't know what they are, but there's probably gonna be words on it telling you something. Something like how old shoes need to be when they start stinking too much. Or how much a fine leather couch is with just one cushion. Important stuff!"

Had they been the only ones in the restaurant, Ivan would have felt a little more at ease about Bloo's shenanigans, but as it was, knowing that everyone in the place (or at least what seemed like everyone) was staring at them made him a bit uncomfortable. He cringed when Bloo went flying all the way into the door - that had sounded like it really hurt - but was both surprised and relieved when his friend walked away from it, unfazed. He glanced back briefly at the other patrons, some of whom were giving them really nasty looks for disrupting the ambience with that loud, snide remark. "Uh, Bloo," he whispered, a little anxiously, as Bloo returned to his seat. "Do you think maybe you might... you know, tone it down a little? People are staring..."

At the imaginary friend's indication, though, Ivan tried pressing the little rectangle button. To his surprise, the box made a whirring noise, and part of it lit up; he actually jumped at that. "Whoa!!"

The screen on his journal briefly displayed a graphic reading "Paixao Network," but this disappeared after about three seconds, loading up the Message Board instead. Ivan wasn't entirely sure what to make of it, but whatever it was... "This is incredible!" he breathed, then skimmed what text the screen was currently displaying. The plants were fake?? He hadn't noticed that while they were walking... then again, they had kept to the street, so he hadn't seen many plants period...

He was so absorbed in staring at the journal that he didn't even notice when the server placed their drinks before them on the counter. What was this device?

When Ivan asked Bloo to tone it down, Bloo slowly spun to a stop.

"Hokay, geeeenius, but I'll bet they'll still be looking at us."

Bloo grabbed his drink and started slupring. He randomly spit it out and threw it onto the floor behind the counter.

"You call that a a double mocha cappuchino, 170 degrees, with two pumps of caramel!? That wasn't even hot, there wasn't caramel, and I don't taste the mochaaaaa~" Bloo crossed his arms angrilly, while the high-brow blonde waiter sniffed his nose at Bloo and tried to come up with another of Bloo's ricidulous requests.

Bloo was blasé about Ivan's reaction, but didn't quite understand it completely. How could Ivan even live without computers? Bloo would never know. Bloo peeked over to the screen. "Statistics. Who needs 'em?" Bloo thought.

"They looked linked. Guess they have some technology here. Pfft. The internet has made its way everywhere!" Bloo threw up his hands, spinning one more time, just for fun, before he had to remember that the people here were awful.

By the time Bloo had finished talking about the "inner net", Ivan (only half-listening to him at the moment) had discovered the reply feature and the keyboard, and started monkeying around with it a bit. "Linked. So... this somehow links to other people's boxes? Like yours or-"

He looked up just in time to notice Bloo "returning" his drink.

"Bloo!!" Ivan exclaimed, horrified. He hadn't too much minded his friend goofing around with the chairs, but throwing drinks at people was just unacceptable. "I'm sorry, sir, that won't happen again!" he blurted quickly to the server, then glared sternly at Bloo. "Bloo, tell the man you're sorry."

And here he'd thought Garet needed work on his manners!

Bloo flipped his arms around in anger.

"He didn'teven get my drink right! When you can get it right, I'll say sorry. I'll even put a cherry on top. See? Cherry! In my mouth! Right there! It'll go riiiiight theeeere."

He stuck his large tongue out and pointed to it, going "ah ah ah ah" and insulting the man. Of course, the waited probably wasn't about to have it, but he decided to withstand Bloo's antics one last time. Bloo looked to Ivan, and felt somewhat sorry that Ivan was looking bad, not just Bloo. Bloo didn't care if he looked bad because he never did. But Ivan was a good friend, a substitute for his imaginary friends. Even when they showed up (if ever), Bloo still wanted to be Ivan's friend. Bloo sighed.

"Sorryyyy sir. YAR DREENK WAZ DELEESHEOHS."

He thought perhaps "speaking French" would help Bloo seem more sophistocated to Ivan. That was a talent of Bloo's he didn't yet get to show Ivan until now. He would have to wait for a paddleball to show Ivan his true skill. Bloo nodded to Ivan.

"Yeah, man, they're aaaaall linked. Meaning mine—" he waved it then, "—can see what yours says. I think it's a journal, maybe. You use the little buttons with the letters on 'em, and type stuff! It's way faster than writing."

Ivan kept a rather stern eye on Bloo as he finally deigned to apologize. It sounded awfully sarcastic, but he decided to let it slide this time, with the assurance to himself that if Bloo did anything like that again, they'd simply go outside and he wouldn't buy him a drink at all.

He sighed and took a sip from his cup of water, turning his attention back to his - journal, was it? That was a neat way to communicate with other people. Maybe somebody else knew what the heck was going on. "Hey, why don't you turn yours on, too, Bloo? We could test it." And who knows, maybe it'll keep him busy-

His train of thought came to a screeching halt as he realized the one message he'd managed to send so far had been replied to already... and the picture next to the reply was unmistakably of Karst. Ivan stared at it, wide-eyed, for a few moments, oblivious to everything else. She's alive?! But how?

Bloo nodded. He pushed the power button and watched it light up. Boring, boring, boring. But he went through the messages that seemed to be some kind of virtual bulletin board. He then saw a message from Ivan, looking for someone. And there was a reply.

Bloo put on an evil face.

He sneaked away from Ivan's sight and read it, seeing the name "Karst". Bloo rejoiced in his mind. I have dirt!, he thought. It didn't matter that he knew Ivan and liked him; dirt was dirt.

"Soooooo, Ivy? Who's this... Karst... person?"

Under any other circumstances, Ivan might have corrected Bloo on the nickname (as he didn't very much like being called a vine)... but right now, he was too shocked to care.

It took him a few moments to finally swallow the lump in his throat and answer. "She's... someone who was working against me and my friends," he said carefully, deliberately leaving out how she'd nearly killed him, or precisely why she was so hell-bent on killing his best friend. To be honest, he wasn't comfortable talking about either.

He just put it as simply as he could; Bloo didn't need the trivia. "I ... I thought she was dead."

Bloo flipped out, nearly knocking over Ivan's water in the process. He did his long, windy gasp and stared at Ivan's face as though a huge shard of glass was sticking out of his eye.

"Woah woah woah woah, wait. You mean, there was someone against you? Huh! And I thought you were totally bodaciously awesome. What'd you do to tick her off?"

The whole thought she was dead thing surprised Bloo. Death wasn't something he much dwelled on at Foster's, unless it meant the death of an imaginary friend, which he guessed, still meant the same, gravity-wise.

"Why would you want her dead, anyway? I mean... did she, like, wanna blow up the world or something??? Man, she'd have to get "

He started talking to himself, nearly forgetting about the fact that Karst was bad to Ivan. Then again, BLoo couldn't resist a little destruction here and there.

Ivan stammered a bit. "Ehh - we, uh - I - I didn't want - it's - they just -" He foundered for a moment, then took a deep breath to compose himself. No sense panicking. "They - they attacked. We had to defend ourselves. That's all." Of course, it wasn't all, but if he got into the whole deal about Alchemy and being on the wrong side and helping to kill Karst's older sister, it would just be way too complicated.

Now that he thought about it, it wasn't too far-fetched for her to have survived. After all, she had been a Mars Adept in the Mars Lighthouse; even as close to death as she and Agatio had been, they could easily have been restored when the beacon was lit. And that almost had to be the case, because here they were.

So he didn't know where he was, Karst and Agatio were here, and his friends were missing. "I've got to warn them," he exclaimed suddenly, more to himself than anyone else, and closed his eyes to concentrate. Maybe if they were near enough, he'd be able to sense them.

Bloo was surprised, still. It seemed strange that, even though Ivan was quite pleasant and nice, he was a fighter. After all, Bloo did witness the Psynergy Ivan displayed with the lightning and all. Bloo still wished he had that. After all of it, he still found Ivan to be too kind and nice to really be much of a fighter, which is probably why anyone was fighting him at all.

"Attacked? You mean, like... war? But why would someone do that? She must reeeeally hate you guys. Did she have, uhhh... Sinurjee.. too?"

Bloo spun and heard Ivan say he had to warn them. But he wasn't looking at his journal at all. In fact his eyes were closed.

"Aren't you gonna, you know, warn them?" he asked, coming to a stop. Ivan looked really into it, but Bloo wasn't sure Ivan was willing to face Karst or give the news to his friends. Bloo tilted his head and shook Ivan's shoulder.

"Hellooooooo~? Ivaaaan?"

Nothing. If his friends were around, they weren't nearby enough for him to find them with just Psynergy. There had to be another way...

Ivan jumped a little when Bloo shook him. The whole situation was, understandably, making him a little antsy. "Ah! Sorry," he exclaimed, then remembered Bloo had asked him a question. "Yeah, she had - has Psynergy. She and her partner both do. That's why they're so dangerous." Too dangerous. Alone and without the help of his Djinni, there was no way he could stand up to both of them at once.

He poked at his journal for a second and found another message Karst had posted. It didn't say where she was, but apparently she was hunting him down now. Oh, that's just great, he thought. Not only could she probably kill him if she caught up, but it wasn't like her to leave innocent bystanders out of her vendetta. So, as long as they stayed together, Bloo was in as much danger as Ivan was. More, actually, since he didn't have any way to defend himself.

Time. He needed to buy some time to find Isaac and warn him, and to get Bloo out of harm's way. And to do that, he'd have to bluff Karst and Agatio.

"Bloo," he tried after a moment, pointing to the message board, "do you know how to make it so that my message shows up right at the top like this?"

"Hmmm.... enemies with Sinurjee. Friends with Sinurjee. I need to get me some of this Sinurjee stuff!"

Bloo folded his arms and wondered who Karst was really and why she bothered Ivan so much. Ivan could just kick her butt with his Djinni and his own lightning Psynergy, so why was she such a problem? He couldn't understand because he didn't realise how much stronger she was than Ivan. Not to mention she had an evil intention; that alone was enough to make a mediocre person become quite great.

Although Bloo never concerned himself with those types of things, naturally he never understood the purpose of fighting and Psynergy. Ivan still looked worried, so Bloo pat his back and smiled big.

"It's okay, Ivan! We'll beat her up for you! Well... um... the we part I'm still working on."

When Ivan asked his question, Bloo held up a recnetly formed finger as signal for Ivan to wait and skimmed his own journal before turning to Ivan's and instructing him.

"It's so easy! .... I only figured it out now, but it is easy!" He tried laughing to get Ivan to cheer up, but he somehow knew it wouldn't help. "Well, uh... you just go to this area, and choose this button. It pretty much makes new messages and they go on the top first as a brand new message, of course."

Bloo was proud of his intelligence; no, he thought it was the best thing to ever grace thePaixao crowd.

Ivan smiled a little as Bloo patted his back. "Thanks, Bloo." Of course, he had no intention of letting Bloo try to attack Karst and Agatio, but he'd tell him so later.

He waited and watched when Bloo showed him how to use the message board, then tried it out himself. "Ah, I see now! Thanks again," he said with artificial cheeriness, and then started working on his message. His face soon dropped back into a serious cast as he wrote. It was tricky composing it - under no circumstances did he want Karst and Agatio to find out he was weakened. It was better if they overestimated him.

A few minutes later, with a warning to his friends and a small threat to his enemies posted, he sighed and took another drink of water. It surprised him how easy it was to sound confident in writing, when in reality, he was scared out of his boots.

At any rate, it wouldn't do to hold still when Karst and Agatio were on the move. He closed his journal (not knowing to turn it off first) and turned to Bloo, forcing a big smile onto his face. "Well, that's that. Are you about ready to go, Bloo?" he asked.

Bloo grabbed Ivan's journal out of his hand and nodded.

"Almost!"

He opened the journal back up and pointed to the power button in Ivan's sight. He pushed it and the journal died again.

"Power on, power off."

He gave the folded journal back to Ivan and hopped off the seat, forgetting all about the drink, as the waiter had intended it. He stretched and wondered exactly why Ivan was so interested in getting out of here. It didn't make sense to want to post a death threat and then run away. But Bloo guessed that was Ivan's tactics. Not that he had any, himself. He looked towards the door and started walking.

He turned to Ivan, then walking backwards.

"It'll aaaalll be okay, Ivan. You just have to think like me! If everyone loves you, you have no enemies!"

Ivan blinked at his journal for a second after Bloo handed it back to him, not sure what his little friend had done to it. But he quickly shook it off and stood up, placing a few coins on the counter for the water and the spilled latte, and giving the server a quick thank-you for his trouble.

He picked up his staff and followed Bloo toward the door. "Oh, for it to be that simple," he murmured at his companion's comment, amused. Somehow he doubted everyone loved Bloo, but Bloo certainly thought they did, that much was already obvious. Maybe he'd let his regional popularity in... wherever he was from... go to his head or something, without realizing it was strictly regional.

Of course, the fact that Ivan held the door for him as they left probably didn't shrink his ego any.

Outside, though, it finally dawned on Ivan how he should ask what he'd been meaning to all along. "Just out of curiosity, Bloo, where are you from?" he asked, starting to unfold his map from before. (After all, running off in a random direction would be completely counterproductive.)

Bloo skipped out of the café, wondering just exactly Ivan was planning to go with them. Maybe he was dumping Bloo off, or something. Did he plan to fight Karst now? He apparently thought that Karst was something very bad and strong... Bloo knew Ivan was smarter than that.

"What? Where am I from?" Bloo held his little nub to his chest, surprised, "What about you? Where're yoooouu from?"

Well, he owed it to Ivan to at least answer his questions. Crappy mocha cappucinos were still paid for.

"Well, I'm from Mac. Er, that sounds bad. My best friend Mac made me up! I live at this house, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends? It's cool and all... but the best is when Mac comes home and I get to play with him! Oh yeah, and there's this girl? She makes me work sooooo hard. Her name's Frankie.... Is this sinkin' in?"

"I already told you I'm from Kalay," Ivan replied, a little amused that Bloo had forgotten already. Or maybe he hadn't been listening in the first place.

But Bloo's answer to his question caught Ivan a little off guard. "Wait, wait. Made you up? You're somebody's imaginary friend?" he asked. If that was true, this place was even weirder than he'd already thought... First those silver monsters, and then Karst and Agatio turning up alive, and now here he was chatting with another person's imaginary friend. "What the heck kind of place is this?" he murmured, without quite realizing he was saying it aloud.

Bloo laughed at himself.

"Right, right, Kaloo! I mean, Kalee. Kalay."

Bloo looked to Ivan strangely when Ivan expressed serious concern and confusion over the idea of imaginary friends. Didn't he know about imaginary friends? And what gave him the idea that Bloo was from this world? He already said he wasn't.

"Hey, pal, just because this place is weird doesn't mean that I'm a part of it!"

Bloo cross his nubby arms and appeared angry, although he mostly wasn't.

"Where are we going, anyway?

Ivan stiffened a little at Bloo's remark. "I know you're not, it's just- never mind." He unfolded the map. "I hope your home's not too far from this city." He didn't say it, but he was hoping the same thing about his own home. Maybe he'd just been displaced, or Sheba had been pulling practical jokes with the Teleport Lapis again... he sincerely hoped that was all it was.

Shaking that train of thought from his head, he tried to focus on the present again - and the map. Unfortunately, there were only two hotels on his map (as it only displayed about a quarter of the city), and going by the distance between here and Cid's Shop, it was going to be a long walk whichever way they went. There was a "rail station" somewhere between here and the nearer Actua Are, but he wasn't sure what it meant by that.

"I don't know," he said eventually, then squatted so that Bloo could see the map, too. "We should probably find an inn, and they're far enough away it'll probably be dark by the time we get to one." He pointed to the Actua Are closest to Paixao Central Station. "There's one right near where we just were, actually. Isn't that funny?"

Bloo watched Ivan kneel beside him and show the map. He didn't make sense of the map the first time, and he certainly couldn't understand it the second time. He could tell the scale was way off, and that the coty was now, officially, huge. He became a little disparaged at believing his friends would be nearby, but maybe Ivan's were. He decided to not show the anger in not believing Ivan, supposedly, for Ivan's sake.

"An in? An in to what?!" He didn't really understand the concepts of inns, after all. "I say we should totally ask someone to stay the night! They're probably not as bad as we think they are, even though they've been staring at us since we GOT HERE!!"

He yelled the last part, as he knew people were probably watching them from inside the café, even though they couldn't really hear him, anyway.

Ivan cringed a little. Well, maybe if you didn't keep yelling, people wouldn't stare! he thought, but stopped himself short of actually saying it. He sighed and looked over the map again.

"The hotel's really far," he murmured, as much to himself as to Bloo. "But maybe somebody at this station here will be able to help us, and it's a lot closer." He indicated the train station a bit to the west of them. "What do you think?"

"Hotel, huh?"

This was it, he thought. Go with a stranger, or pretend to know what I'm doing. Is it really that bad? Help is never bad, and I know he's a good guy. Heck, I'd vote for him! Ivan for 2007! Bloo thought of all the possibilities. He knew it was cold. It was cold at Foster's, too. Soon it would be snowing there; maybe even here. Would he swallow his pride and get on with it?

Bloo looked up to Ivan.

"You'll protect me from those white dancy guys, right? I mean, uhh... I could pay you! ... with..... knowledge! Haha. Yeah! Knowledge of the journals or something..."

He put his little hands together and put on a saddy face.

"Pleeeeease?"

In Bloo's eyes, that was pretty much a "yes".

Ivan chuckled. "You don't have to pay me or anything. It's okay, I'll make sure you're safe." And that was the truth - even if it meant he'd be finding somebody else who could protect him better. Preferably someone who didn't have a couple of vengeance-crazed Proxians on his heels.

"All right then, the station it is," he said decisively all of a sudden. He folded up the map, but kept it out; they'd be needing it on the way. "It's still a bit of a hike, though. Do you want a lift?" he asked, extending a hand to him. Bloo probably wasn't too heavy, and carrying him to the station was the least he could do. Truth be told, he felt a little guilty for getting him involved in this mess with Karst - not that he was really involved, yet, but Ivan sure didn't want him to be.

But to his surprise, Bloo had vanished.

"Bloo?" he called out, looking around. He'd been here just a second ago! Had he run off on his own? He quickly looked back inside the cafe, just in case Bloo had gone back in to get another drink, but the room there was devoid of any blue blobs. Ivan kicked himself inwardly for not paying attention. This was very bad - if those silver creatures found his friend all alone, who knew what could happen? And it was starting to get late, too.

Abandoning his plans to get help at the station, he picked the direction it seemed most likely Bloo would have gone, and started running, calling his friend's name over and over. He didn't want anything to happen to the little guy.

Of course, running around at random like that, he would soon become hopelessly lost in the streets.

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