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A: Zamasu vs. The Hologram: Bad Lifechoices
[The look on Zamasu's face is one between surprise, annoyance and confusion when he makes his way outside of The Bay. After he has checked the items inside the box he cannot make any other conclusion that someone is expecting him to live here for a while.

As if he were a mortal's equal.

At first he thought that Gowasu wanted to test him. That the old man thought it would be a good lesson for him to stay amongst mortals so he could understand them better. But alas, even something aggravating like that is not as horrible as the truth.

Kidnapping.

So allow him to glower at the yapping mortal on that hologram because, honestly, that is downright sinful. And he is not the type of god who takes kindly to the sins of mortals. And especially not when said sins are aimed at his godly person. Gods are above mortals to begin with.

And anyone can see how his right hand starts to glow all up until the moment it has the shape of a sword. He is quite ready to destroy this mortal and the thing she calls 'Schnee Company'. Whether if it is a good idea? Probably not.]

B: Flying around, trying to get home, finds Everglade instead
[Zamasu thought he had mastered the art of teleportation. Well, if he did it sure is not working here. And flying around at high speed is not making things any better for him. There are just cities and smaller towns. All tell-tale signs of advanced mortal life.

Absolutely disgusting.

Finally he lands on the rooftop of a higher building that stands in one of the smaller towns. It is getting dark outside and the streets seem to get foggier with every second that passes. It is the most quiet town he has seen so far and finally he decides to jump down, landing on his feet with absolute ease.

Zamasu finds it difficult to sense anything and for a moment he just stands there, looking around himself…]

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[Zamasu isn't someone who eats a lot. He eats what he needs and mostly it is just something simple. He is a simple god of simple pleasures and a very complicated hate for mortals.]

What makes you think I care for that? [And here he was, thinking that mortals would only need their foolish wars to function properly.] Why do you mortals behave so casual around a god? You know I stand far above you, not?

[Zamasu sighs and pulls a face.]

I am quite sure you are not going to pass out. It is not wise to lie in front of a god.

Technically I didn't lie. I never said I was going to pass out, and the rest is completely true.

[But she's aware that she's pressing her luck with a pissy god, so she relents, landing. She can hold off from eating for a while. Given his clear disdain for mortals, he's unlikely to want to talk to her for much longer than necessary to get his bearings. She'd hoped that the prospect of food might calm him down a bit and that eating would put him in a better mood.]

If I was the sort to cower in fear just because someone's much more powerful than me, I wouldn't have stopped to talk.

[She reaches in her purse as she talks, grasping her device a moment later and pulling it out.]

So let's get started. If it's upsetting for mortals to wake up in the dream docks, I can only imagine how much more distressing it is for a god.

[She holds up the device.]

Normally people wake up with one of these. Did you get one, Mr. Kai?

[What is this mortal's deal? A discussion of some sorts? Why is she so determined to stay close to him and annoy him with all sorts of remarks and questions?

Is this how mortals truly are?]

I wish you would stop talking.

[And...it does not stop. No, in fact, she wants to get this started. Apparently she is going to lecture him about this world. You have quite some nerve there, Bulla.]

Stop talking. [He points a finger at her to make his point clear that he is very serious about this.] I have not asked for a lecture. I do not need food. I wish to go back. [And oh...wait...] It is not Mr. Kai, my name is Zamasu-sama.

[Bulla is silent for a moment, looking confused.]

How am I supposed to give you information if you don't want me to talk?

[She's on the verge of sarcastically suggesting interpretive dance, but stops herself. He seems pretty annoyed, and part of her is tempted to just fly off and leave him to figure things out on his own if this is how he's going to respond to an offer of help.

But instead, she just asks her question and otherwise waits silently for an answer. It's not as if she can text him her answers if he doesn't know how to use his device or if he might have left his behind somewhere.]

You could have given me the information immediately, instead you have chosen to make it some sort of game.

[There is no denying that he is on edge. There is anger in his voice because, honestly, he has no idea what to do with all this. He has never truly lived amongst mortals, he has only judged them from afar.]

[It's not an answer to her question, but she supposes he's got a point. She could have just volunteered the information without trying to convince him to go to a restaurant to get something to eat.

She still wonders if some food might have made him a little less cranky, but that's not something she'll get to find out now. She's quiet for a few moments before speaking, addressing his desire to leave.]

No one knows how to get out. This isn't the only multiversal nexus point in existence, and being suddenly taken from one's world seems to be a common pattern.

[There's a short pause before she continues.]

When people do leave here, it's very sudden. If they're discovering how to leave, they must not be able to get back to tell anyone else.

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