Characters: Replica/Luke
unforescoreable, White Moon/Aizen
iniquiticity.
Date/Time: Dec 22, late afternoon?
Location: Fourth Floor to Elevator.
Rating: G, most likely. ...>_>!
Summary: Replica was eaten by the Fourth Floor for about three weeks, though he's pretty sure he's only been gone half an hour, and when he finally gets the elevator to open, it apparently wasn't
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"Uh, yeah, I think I'm okay," was his uncertain answer. The man was nearly half a foot taller than him, but he looked nice enough. Kind of scholarly or something, not quite like a big brother. More like a mentor? He rushed into the elevator, and once inside, heaved a relieved sigh, raking his left hand through his hair. "I've just... never been to this part of the 'sphere before."
Safe inside the elevator car, he turned to look back at that inorganic room with its low light and flower garden. He clutched his white flower all the more tightly.
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He discarded the thought and took a step forward, but the doors closed before he could get to that place. It was strange, that he'd never seen it before. He'd explored the tree inside and out. To not be able to get to somewhere that he could see...how tantalizing.
"I've never been there either," he said, "What was that place, do you know? What floor was it?"
And what was that flower he was clutching?
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"I don't really know," he admit, feeling a little sheepish and expression betraying that sheepishness completely. He wore his heart of his sleeve--it was more than obvious that he couldn't lie to save his life. "I was trying to get to work, but the elevator stopped at the Fourth Floor instead of the Fifth. I thought the button for that floor didn't work.
"Anyway, when the doors opened, I was there--wherever there was. I don't know what that place was, but... it felt really familiar."
Here he paused to look at the flower in his hand. Really familiar, just like this flower that he couldn't place a name to. As the elevator started moving, he was hit with a small realization.
"Oh. Hey, have we met before--I mean, meet like, on-the-journals-meet."
Again, this place had a way of making him feel stupider with every word out of his mouth, but he knew what he was trying to say. Hopefully this other guy could figure it out too.
"I'm Replica."
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Why it had stopped for this fellow that he'd never seen on the journals.. there could be a huge number of reasons. Had he spoken to Fugue or Canon in real life at some point? Had the world swallowed him up to give him something or take it away? He shoved these thoughts to the side for the moment and smiled again at him, a sort of welcoming smile.
"I don't think so, but that's fine with me. It's very nice to meet you, Replica; my name is White Moon."
He offered a hand to shake.
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Anxious to not give an awkward silence a chance, he continued with his next usual question: "So, how long have you been here for? I was born only a couple weeks ago."
Though he had no idea that 'a couple weeks ago' was actually more like a month and a half at this point.
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Longer than that, really, but that was his secret. "How are you liking the sphere so far?"
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"I'd be lying if I said I was used to it," he admitted, scratching the back of his head a little. "But I guess it's okay. I definitely don't like the fact that I don't remember anything about myself, but I guess it could be worse. I could be dead or something."
That was pretty much true. Or he could've died wherever he used to be and that was how he wound up here with a second chance of life, but he couldn't prove any of that yet, so he'd file those possibilities in the back of his mind for the time being.
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Honestly, death didn't seem like that bad to White Moon. Granted, it would not be the best situation ever, but after death.. well, there was something there, he knew. Something big. Death, he realized at himself, was the beginning of something. It wasn't an end.
"I don't know, death couldn't be that bed," he admitted after following this train of thought for a while. "I mean, there's sure to be something after that, right? Something new and interesting, maybe new opportunities."
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"I don't know about that," he said, skeptically, when White Moon shared his thoughts on death. "I always thought that when people died, they disappeared, and that would be the end of it. Then you live on only in people's memories. But I guess, if I died and this is the afterlife, you might be right after all."
White Moon didn't seem to be a bad guy. That was nice--Replica did need to know more friendly faces in this place.
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It wasn't just from his death here, either, though that had certainly factored into it. It seemed like a sort of strange conversation, though, considering they'd only just met. He mentally filed through all his notes and curiousities, and decided to change it. "What's that flower?" He asked, looking down at the white blossom that Replica clutched.
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When White Moon brought the flower up, Replica reflexively held it out a little, as though to center his own attention on it again.
"Oh, this? It's a flower I got from the Fourth Floor. There was some kind of really huge, mechanical room and a flower garden. It all felt really familiar, so I thought no one would mind if I brought one back."
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The idea that you could take things from the Fourth Floor.. pieces of oneself? It might not have bee as strange as he at first thought, as his twin had managed to give him the blade. But there was no way, none that he knew, to get there. He remembered watching Argent's memory in the fourth floor, but to his knowledge, had done nothing to end up there. "Well," he grinned, "I don't mind. I think it's very nice."
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Replica had no context for what the Fourth Floor was, just that it had somehow hinted at what he had lost and what he had to regain. Well. What he would regain, given enough time.
"At least I know for sure one person doesn't mind," he added with a smile.
...it took a long enough time, but the elevator finally slowed to a stop at the City Without Walls. "Are you getting out here or heading back up the tree?"
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He glanced out and nodded. "Yes, I am. I've unfortunately got things to do for work."
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