[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: 2008-12-22 04:30 pm (UTC)Well, for a start, Sync knew what fonons were and that there were seven different kinds, mostly because vocabulary like "fourth fonon" existed somewhere in the back of his mind. He had no idea what that meant, though, and so the term "seventh fonon" was lost on him.
"Why is it any better than the other six?" he queried. They were all the same (for the exception of different numbers), as far as he was concerned. He was pleased that Van had used a word like powerful when talking about something he was capable of. Sync found it very encouraging to think that someone like him could already have the potential to be strong.