[Backlog - SCENE] - One man's trash...
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abyssianmelodyWho: Van and Sync
Where: Daath Cathedral
When: About two years pre-game
Warnings: Erm. None so far beyond Van being Van.
Van was certainly surprised. With the exception of one, the Fon Master replicas were all failures. Either they were too weak, too stupid, or just otherwise too useless. All but one were able to fill the needed role and all but one were thrown into the mouth of Mt. Zaleho, where they could safely be forgotten for the sake of the plan.
However, it seemed as though one of the replicas didn't want to be forgotten.
When he had checked Zaleho again to be sure that all traces were gone, he found the replica's battered body collapsed on one of the ridges of the volcano mouth. Looking at his hands, it was clear that he had clung dearly to life, as well as the rocks. After casting a small healing artes for the more immediate injuries, he had taken the replica back to Daath's Cathedral, in a room where he was very unlikely to be bothered.
He tended to the rest of the injuries, bandaging those that his artes couldn't fix, he then waited for the replica to awaken. If he understood any words, Van would surely have an interesting conversation ahead of him.
Where: Daath Cathedral
When: About two years pre-game
Warnings: Erm. None so far beyond Van being Van.
Van was certainly surprised. With the exception of one, the Fon Master replicas were all failures. Either they were too weak, too stupid, or just otherwise too useless. All but one were able to fill the needed role and all but one were thrown into the mouth of Mt. Zaleho, where they could safely be forgotten for the sake of the plan.
However, it seemed as though one of the replicas didn't want to be forgotten.
When he had checked Zaleho again to be sure that all traces were gone, he found the replica's battered body collapsed on one of the ridges of the volcano mouth. Looking at his hands, it was clear that he had clung dearly to life, as well as the rocks. After casting a small healing artes for the more immediate injuries, he had taken the replica back to Daath's Cathedral, in a room where he was very unlikely to be bothered.
He tended to the rest of the injuries, bandaging those that his artes couldn't fix, he then waited for the replica to awaken. If he understood any words, Van would surely have an interesting conversation ahead of him.
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Date: 2008-12-20 05:33 am (UTC)If he was meaningless, why did he want to live so badly? Why had he fought to stay alive this long, even though they wanted him dead? The boy suddenly felt numb. Was that the reason they had gotten rid of him in the first place? It kind of made sense. He was unimportant. Come to think of it, there had been others like him, some not as good, but all similar. Why?
The pieces had slowly begun to fit together as best they could, considering all the answers he still didn't have.
I'm nothing?
A drop of water spilled from one eye, then the other. One. Two. Three. Four... Under better circumstances, 5th Ion might have been alarmed at this, but now it seemed unimportant.
He looked up at the man's face. "Then why am I here?" he asked, voice almost trembling.