Brothers who could mimic more than looks were troublesome. He supposed he was lucky Albedo had merely passed on his condition as opposed to ruining whatever agreement he had hoped to gain. A part of Nigredo was tempted to apologize as soon as Zero introduced himself, but doing so would be giving away an oddity that was perhaps best left in the dark. A truth applicable to most anything in his life
It was a mess, but not everyone had the privilege to witness.
He sat calmly in his seat, cushions propped against his back as a slow fire moved across his chest. Albedo had went elsewhere for this hour, which was somehow fine. It wasn't as if it was permanent, no? Nigredo tipped his head and tried not to wonder.
Alright, so maybe staying out in the cold the entirety of last shift wasn't the best idea in the world for a human, as Zero was now thoroughly chilled to the point where the sensation of indoor heating on his body was both relieving and uncomfortable, strangely enough. At least it was better than the thought of sitting uselessly in a music room for an entire shift. That sounded just as wasteful and undesirable as the arts and crafts room shift from a previous day. Thankfully, Nigredo wanted to meet in the Sun Room this shift, so Zero didn't have to waste his time in either room
( ... )
It was a fair-haired individual who knocked Nigredo out of his forced stupor, who approached by calling his name. The child glanced upward, noting the long hair and the blue eyes, and found himself taken aback by how young the figure appeared. A product of being in the company of too many adults for so many years, Nigredo supposed; it was always the teenagers he couldn't quite grasp. Although, if this was the anticipated Zero, age and appearance mattered little
( ... )
At Nigredo's question, Zero nodded, and at his gesture, he obeyed and sat down in the empty seat near him. The boy's brief grimace didn't go unnoticed, however, and neither did the bandages just showing under one of his shirt sleeves, which the once-Reploid saw after sitting down. An injury. Is this is what he meant by being 'a bit under the weather
( ... )
They sat as acquaintances, as neighbors preparing to breach pleasant conversation. It should be straightforward--discussions about another's timeline passed easily in this place. Only now, Zero had sought to inquire about welfare, and Nigredo found himself at two extremes. He stayed staring, emotions behind a blank screen, thoughts running in gamut. There existed warmth. There existed blood red and--
He shuddered, the reaction barely noticeable. Like clockwork, his mind swept the shattered pieces into the inky black, to leave Nigredo with his objectivity. "I'm fine," he said, as if nothing had occurred before. Green eyes slid to the wrappings revealed just below his sleeve as he tried to ignore the sensation on his chest. This proved difficult.
"I'll be fine," he continued, "as long as I keep myself inactive for a couple of nights." No worries, then. They could continue as planned.
Zero said nothing, only stared at the boy with a look that said subtly whatever he would have said out loud: A boy your age shouldn't be getting hurt like this. You'd better stay inactive as long as you need to heal...Again, he would say nothing out loud; asking about the origins of the injury was tempting, but it didn't look like Nigredo wanted to talk about it and Zero wasn't the nosy type. Besides, Nigredo...seemed rather mature for his age, assuming from the bulletin board conversations and the way he seemed to be handling his injury right now. The former alone was what had led the once-Reploid to believe he was an adult in the first place. So surely the boy could handle this better than other children, right
( ... )
Not many dropped the subject when the injury was so apparent, and thus, Nigredo appreciated the change in direction. The other looked hardly convinced, but he (or she; the long hair and androgynous features made it difficult to differentiate) was willing to stay with propriety. Furthermore, they were now veering into a territory of interest, something the child had to take advantage of
( ... )
Well, there was proof that Nigredo didn't want to talk about what had happened to him, unless he was just too excited about this conversation to let it bother him. His curiosity was understandable, at least; Zero was equally curious to learn about him, his time period, and why he wasn't aware of Reploids when inferior androids had been invented. There were a great deal of questions he wanted to ask the boy, but he would allow Nigredo to start questioning first and they could go from there
( ... )
Childlike tendency should have called for a reaction, but Nigredo kept to impassivity at Zero's account. A feat he had accomplished by focusing entirely on objective details. Otherwise, he might have betrayed his feelings, which happened to be more negative than initially expected. What he understood of Lost Jerusalem and its history proved much different from the version given by Zero. Granted, what he knew was woefully incomplete, had little consistency, and nothing registered as concrete, but he would have thought a major war and androids with free will would have survived until his age, especially when it resulted in such a catastrophic loss
( ... )
It seemed like the lack of Elf Wars and Reploid records for Nigredo would go without explanation. As he thought about it some more, however, Zero suddenly remembered something that could help solve this problem: Neo Arcadia, the world's only government of his time, actively silenced its media in order to keep a good reputation for itself. As a result, its population was largely kept in the dark about a lot of things, including most details about the Elf Wars. So that could explain why Nigredo, four thousand years in the future with sparse records of the past, wouldn't know about it at all. Granted, things probably changed after Weil took over Neo Arcadia or after Craft destroyed it, and it also didn't explain why Nigredo didn't know about Reploids. But for now, it was the best explanation the once-Reploid could come up
( ... )
It was a mess, but not everyone had the privilege to witness.
He sat calmly in his seat, cushions propped against his back as a slow fire moved across his chest. Albedo had went elsewhere for this hour, which was somehow fine. It wasn't as if it was permanent, no? Nigredo tipped his head and tried not to wonder.
[For Zero.]
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He shuddered, the reaction barely noticeable. Like clockwork, his mind swept the shattered pieces into the inky black, to leave Nigredo with his objectivity. "I'm fine," he said, as if nothing had occurred before. Green eyes slid to the wrappings revealed just below his sleeve as he tried to ignore the sensation on his chest. This proved difficult.
"I'll be fine," he continued, "as long as I keep myself inactive for a couple of nights." No worries, then. They could continue as planned.
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