[A work in progress, for my silly mood]
The grass was green--almost too green. Breathing in, Mikio gasped silently at the volume of the air; it felt cleaner than any air in Vael. Was he still in Vael?
He looked behind him, surprised to see an enormous pink flowerbud the height of a sapling and width of a chubby bear. Its leafy green base was rooted to the grass, pointing in all directions like a compass. Behind it was a pond bordering a cliff face and a waterfall.
Lushia would love this place... he thought.
But to Mikio, it looked like a cheesy backdrop.
Mikio flinched and drew his katana as the flower began to bloom like a lotus. He focused sharply on its center, ready to strike, because who knows what might be in that thing?
Loud scratchy laughter pierced the air as an old bald man with tiny round glasses turned to face Mikio. He was hovering just above the ground in the lotus position.
Mikio froze in shock, sword still drawn, his eye twitching.
"That dream was hilarious!" said the old man, his voice cracking, seeming to not notice Mikio. "I need to write that down--"
The old man froze and plopped to the ground as Mikio's presence broke his focus. He sat there for a moment, the two of them gawking at each other, and the old man's mouth dropped open as he spoke again.
"WHO ARE YOU??" he screeched, his spectacles bouncing on his nose.
Mikio pointed his katana at the old man as he stood up straighter, regaining his composure.
"I should be asking you the same thing." said Mikio. "Who are YOU, and what is this place??"
The old man put up one arm in defense.
"That's not a toy, child!" he shouted at Mikio. "We're not playing Poker so put that poker away!"
Mikio's eye twitched again. Who the heck is this guy?
"Fine..." Mikio replied, cautiously lowering his weapon. "Who are you?"
The old man cleared his throat and returned to his hovering lotus position.
"Otis." he said simply. "Otis the Lotus."
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