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[wickedstray]

[the feed comes on and it becomes fairly obvious the user of the crystal has no idea how it works or that he's being recorded for that matter, if the fumbling around and different close ups of armor and occasional patch of skin are any clue. Not that said crystal wielder is caring overly much about the shiny orange stone. In fact, there's a fair

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[5/5] I'm done, honest.

[bearitproudly]

[After a moment of silent shock and realization and a moment of holy shit I watched you die, Basch is a bit better with himself to form words. Mind you, he never really was a man of many.

He's elated to see you, Gabranth.]

Brother.

Pff here I was wondering who was spamming my inbox. But of course twin brother holds privileges~

[wickedstray]

[okay, if seeing a mirror image of himself had no reaction other than a muttered curse and a straying hand to the hilt of his sword, then that single word will have him pause slightly in his actions, if only to narrow his eyes further] Not only to they mock me with yet another defective mimic of myself [his eyes pause briefly on the visible scar in the other's face, holding no hint of recognition] but they dare try to confound me and cloud whatever judgement I have left as well.
[there's a humourless laugh nearly bordering on hysterical] These are gods only by name, for 'fiend' would be a word more befitting for such tricksters.

((are they face to face? I kept it vague anyways))

He better hold priviledges, damn it. lol

[bearitproudly]

((we can have them face to face! It would be more awkward! i'm all for awkward))

I am no trick.

[He steps forward slowly, hands going nowhere near the blade at his hip. He didn't remember. He thought this was all another trick. He remembered what someone had told him, that Gabranth might not remember.

All they had been through, all they had accomplished... all for naught.]

Tricksters they may be, but they reward me with you, Gabranth.

just a few~

[wickedstray]

((pff try violent or raging in gabranth speech =D))

Grr silence! [he bellows, wielding his blades and connecting them at the hilt] I've had enough of this farse! I am through with meaningless battles and mind tricks and cheap copies that babble nonesense! Just let it all end! [and he'll pinpoint those words with a powerful swipe of his weapon, though it speaks more of frustration and despair than any tactical fighting. It's obvious he doesn't care overmuch for his safety at this point. With some luck he would be killed by his own copy, which would still be only half the shame he'd felt when that annoying magic user had stranded him in the underworld]

[bearitproudly]

[Ugh. Just... eff his life. Really. He was expecting memory loss, not violent rage. This was the Gabranth that had scarred him, one one that had been angry with him for leaving their mother and their homeland.

Basch jumped back quickly, drawing his sword.]

I will not silence, Noah! My words speak truth, even if you do not wish to listen.

sorry for the delay, this was just requiring an official wth icon

[wickedstray]

[he was expecting some kind of retaliation so weapon drawing was not surprising. He does pause at the unknown name, though. It sounded...oddly familiar. Bitter sweetingly so] What...did you call me?

you're fine!

[bearitproudly]

Noah. Your name is Noah.

[He had only drawn the weapon to defend. He would never attack unless absolutely necessary.]

[wickedstray]

Noah... [the name did sound familiar but...] How would you know that?! You're nothing but a copy! [but there it is again that scar mocking him. The previous fakes hadn't had such a mark. It was odd, to see himself with such a tell tale scar. His eyes too were different. They held such depths to them but the short hair was unbecoming. Those eyes belonged to a well worn face, someone with unkempt wild hair and a look of eternal sadness to them as his last strength left him. He gasps at the image flashing through his mind, free hand rubbing the bridge of his nose. What was... He glares at the oddly still figure - why wasn't he taking advantage of his weakness and attacking? - though there is confusion in his features now]

Don't think you can master me with your tricks, Basch! [then his eyes widen in utter bafflement as the name slips his lips. Basch...why did that name sound so familiar, even more so than Noah? Why couldn't he remember?]

[bearitproudly]

[Basch slowly sheathed his sword, making each motion non-threatening.]

You remember my name.

[wickedstray]

I...[he swallows dryly, a frown marring his confused features] Why can't I remember... [he inhales slowly, clutching his weapon as if to a lifeline, resting his forehead against the hilt, eyes closed] Why do the gods curse me so? Haven't I done enough to atone... [clearly not]

[bearitproudly]

A woman told me when I first arrived here that you may indeed arrive... that if you should, you may not remember certain events. It is because of this conflict.

[He takes a few steps closer, testing the waters.] They will come back in time, brother.

[wickedstray]

[he opens his eyes at that] A woman...was it Cosmos?

[he scoffs] I am well aware 'tis because of this mindless war. They took everything from me - my freedom, my memories, my pride. Am I always to be...just some useless tool... [those last words are mostly ehispered to himself]

[he glances back at his mirror image, so much different from the soulless puppets now that he's bothering to look] Brother... [he whispers, as if tasting the word on his lips for the first time. He brings a trembling hand to his own face, shaking his head in disbelief, his weapon held loosely in his other hand] How do I know...this isn't all some sort of illusion...that my reasoning hasn't simply left me...