Not Your Usual Origin Story [Open]

Tysco snickered a little bit, it was obvious to him that Bean!— pronounced as such for emphasis by the Majin themselves— misunderstood the other Earthling’s question, mistaking that they guessed his name was Born. Same amount of letters as well as a singular syllable, and it even started with B, it just happened to be incorrect. “I don’t think he was referring to your name by asking that.”

Speaking of, Tysco looked over to the other guy as he mumbled something about blizzards or something, but that didn’t make sense. He just saw magic occur so did he mean wizards by chance? That made sense to Tysco anyway. “Wizard? Nah, nah, I don’t even use a wand to perform magic. S’all natural ability!” A fact that he was quite happy about and grateful for.

Explaining the basics of society to someone that was so recently beaned born might prove difficult, if not for the handy examples within the media that Bean! was very literally consuming. “Well... Think about it, the superheroes in the book stop people from stealing, right? Not paying for things provided by shops and vendors is stealing.” Tysco twirled his eyes around clockwise in thought, this wasn’t easy. “Besides, someone made these comics, they worked on them, gave their time to entertain someone else... Regardless of this particular issues, er, issues in not being entertaining.” Ah, and now Bean! had seen Madame Miracle’s demise, now he knew, surely.

With a short wave to Sagan, Tysco decided to introduce himself as well. “I’m Tysco.” Understandably, Sagan preferred to not eat visual media, and Tysco didn’t judge him for it. “I just go with both.” Tysco shrugged. “Two sets of comics, one to read and one to eat, there’s magic to be drawn from the arts, you see, and I study all forms of magic. That’s just me though, the way I see things is a bit whimsical compared to most but it is what it is.”

Regarding Bean! on the other hand, Tysco extended one of his arms a smidge bit longer than would be possible for a normal person in order to grab a different comic, one published by GP, issue #1 of Ratman: The Daring and Decisive— which had its own animated show a while back too! “Try this one, I’ve got the whole collection myself, it’s quite good.” Did he mean in taste or visuals? Probably both.

“Oh sure, that is a pretty big part of what they do.” It was certainly a reason that these comics sold as much as they did; people did love to read a spectacle alongside their lessons in morality. “There is something much more important than that however.” Tysco’s arm comically twisted and twirled outside the realms of regular morality until an index finger of his pointed directly to a panel of Ratman putting himself in harm’s way to defend a small child from Shush’s copycat version of Ratman. “They save innocent people, and prevent harm from coming to them.” Tysco’s arm retracted back to normal as he approached. He pointed to a different panel, one where Ratman— having bested Shush in this fight— showing compassion to the broken villain, knowing the truth behind their misdeeds. “They also try and make bad people into better people if they can.” Unfortunately, the next panels showed Shush escaping, vowing revenge. “It isn’t easy, of course, but they still try.”

Bean! continued to consume what was seemingly now his favourite food. Tysco honestly found it endearing just how much someone could get into comics— even if this case was pretty literal by way of munching into the comics. Sagan voiced some concern, unsure if Tysco was truly willing to fully pay for whatever it was that Bean! ate. “Yep.” Tysco didn’t even miss a beat, and offered a smile. “I’m fine with paying.”

The eager hero-aspiring Majin eventually decided that he needed an outfit of his own, going so far as to yank a nearby curtain rack, using the curtain as his newly acquired cape. Having used his magic earlier to restore the hole blasted in the wall, Tysco clicked his fingers and recreated the curtain that Bean! had taken, in mint condition too. While he wordlessly set this new curtain up, his expression became slightly more serious. Tysco knew Bean! was not a malicious person, but he wasn’t being respectful right now. Giving Sagan a quick glance, Tysco strode right up to Bean!, creating a comically large magic squeaky hammer, attempting to lightly bop Bean! on the head to get the Majin’s attention. “That’s enough, Bean! I can understand eating comics, and having a lot of positive energy. You can’t just take things without asking, or randomly break stuff. People worked hard to make these comics and make this place what it is, they are the reason that something you like even exists! You have to respect that.” Tysco’s magic hammer disappeared as he locked eyes on Bean! with a fierce yet kind expression. “Or else you won’t be anything like the heroes... You’ll end up being a villain! Is that what you want, Bean!?”

With naught but a comical squeak, the chaos, as much as it was built on a positive whimsy, came to a halt. A short moment of peace.

Bean! Had flopped over onto the floor, and the patrons of this establishment that had chosen to stick around— either by curiosity or simply not finding this weird at all— watched on.

As Tysco had expected, Bean! was not a being of malice, most others around here seemed to gain an understanding of it too; by chance a few felt quite sorry for the Majin regardless of how long he had existed thus far. With an audible thlomp, Bean! had released that which he had recently consumed, in various states of semi-absorption.

Tysco leaned over the pile, even with his near perfect level knowledge and memory of these comics it would take a while to restore them... Yeah, he definitely thought it was better that he paid for these on Bean!’s behalf. To that end, Tysco bundled it all together into a ball that was condensed with a sugary coating on the outside— like a jawbreaker. “Heyo-” Tysco extended his neck over to the man at the counter, his mouth turned into a beak that had a wallet within. “As I said, I’m happy to pay for whatever he ate.” Tysco spoke out of his eyes, somehow. “What does—” The young man listed each and every comic down to the letter with pinpoint accuracy. “— all total up to?”

The kite on the other hand was an easy matter, Tysco just picked it out of the pile with one hand and used his magical powers to restore it. “Anyone know who this kite belongs to?”

After sorting out the matters of money and kite-based ownership, Tysco once more turned his attention to Bean!. The chocolate syrup tears were something else but that could always be addressed afterward. “Well.. Then it’s simple isn’t it? You can learn to be like the good guys in the comics. Learn from them and become a hero all your own— Mighty Bean!, the Caffe-Knighted...! Or something. I dunno, I’m not the greatest with names.”