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[M48] totallytheseme March 2 2009, 12:44:56 UTC
After lunch, Hikaru had opted to go back to his room and nap. It was less noisy than the Sun Room (and a hell of a lot less noisy than the music room), and he hadn't wanted to be under his nurse's thumb longer than absolutely necessary. She was still a bit sore about the whole wheelchair incident. Hikaru couldn't imagine why, really--it had just been a good bit of fun, and nobody had gotten hurt!--but she kept shaking her head and muttering darkly about the egregious wrongs he'd committed, including 'misuse of hospital property ( ... )

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 2 2009, 17:16:17 UTC
Albedo didn't mind being dragged back to the room he had woke up in. He was quiet on the way back, holding the notebook Angel gave him tightly in case the nurse tried to take it from him. He wasn't about to relinquish something that someone had given him, freely and of their own will. There was no way. He rubbed the cover beneath his fingertips.

Following the nurse into the open door, he froze at the sight of the other boy in the room. His eyes narrowed automatically, and he drew the notebook to his chest. The nurse was leaving so there was no escape for him. He had noticed the two beds before, and had come to the obvious conclusion, but a roommate that wasn't family was not something Albedo was interested in at all ( ... )

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 2 2009, 19:05:26 UTC
...Well, that was...odd. Hikaru looked up to see a boy--a very young looking boy, though there was always the possibility that he had a weird Honey-senpai thing going on--being shepherded into the room and then going straight to the notebook in his desk to...copy drawings? The Host looked up from his dinner, eyebrow raised, but didn't comment.

After about five minutes, he looked up again to see the boy still drawing.

"Hey," he said as gently as he could. "Uh...your dinner's getting cold. Don't you want any?"

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 3 2009, 00:54:27 UTC
Albedo had succeeded in making the lines look something like a person, but nowhere near to what the original was. He was pleased either way, and flipped the page in his own to a clean sheet to start listing names--of people, of planets, of places, of people he had met here--anything to take up space. His handwriting was horrendous, but he kept at it with a strange dedication; a single-minded focus mostly reserved for his twin or his habits of destruction.

He was halfway through the page when he noticed the other person in the room speaking to him. He looked up sharply, watching warily as he weighed the reasons that the other was speaking to him. His brain backtracked as he went over what his roommate had said. Your dinner's getting cold.Oh. Food. He hadn't ate since the few bites at breakfast, and then that was interupted by Albedo slamming into Nigredo, and then he missed lunch altogether when he was sleeping off his sedation. True, as a child soldier, he was used to going without food for awhile, but if there was an option ( ... )

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 3 2009, 12:56:17 UTC
Oh, good. He did talk. Monosyllabic grunts, yeah, but it was better than nothing! As much as he enjoyed silence at times, people who never spoke at all (with the notable exception of Mori; Honey usually talked enough for the both of them put together) made Hikaru a little nervous.

He noticed the kid's rather enthusiastic response to the dessert and decided it was time for another grand gesture of goodwill. He grabbed his pie and deposited it on the boy's tray. "Here, want mine? I could do without." Hikaru grinned. "Gotta keep my girlish figure, and all that. What's your name, anyway?"

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 4 2009, 00:57:30 UTC
The pie was... great! The taste and texture was like something he had ever had before (for good reason), and the sweetness was enough to make this one of his better days, regardless of the morning.

So he had been sedated. So Rubedo had been spending time with Nigredo. The shift after, Rubedo spent time with him, and stayed with him, talking to him and even being affectionate. He learned more about his surroundings from Meche, Angel gave him a notebook, he had his own... And there was dessert here.

Yeah. This was pretty much one of the best days he had had.

Caught in thought, Albedo had paused, the fork in his mouth as he went over the day. When his new roommate plunked another pie on his plate, Albedo's eyes widened exponentially. A notebook was one thing, and now someone was freely giving his own dessert? How could ( ... )

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 4 2009, 01:31:39 UTC
At first, Hikaru wondered if he'd done the wrong thing by handing the still-unnamed kid his dessert. He recognized the look on the boy's face...having worn it a few times himself. The kid was looking for an ulterior motive of some sort, but, not seeing any, was now looking much brighter than he had a few seconds before.

Oh, good.

"You're welcome," Hikaru replied with a laugh. "Never seen somebody so enthusiastic about pie before. Don't get much at home?" Probably, given the crazy places some of these people seemed to be from. For all Hikaru knew, the white-haired boy could've been from the fair land of Oogledy Poogldey, where the consumption of dessert-like foodstuffs was a crime punishable by the forcible removal of one's toenails.

Stranger things had happened.

"I'm Hikaru, by the way," he prompted, wondering if that would get the kid to offer up his name so that he could stop calling him 'the kid.' "I guess we're stuck together for the long-haul, huh?" That was open to interpretation. This little boy was Hikaru's ( ... )

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 4 2009, 07:29:08 UTC
Again, someone was refering to that place as home. Hikaru, as it were, couldn't be faulted. He was probably grown up a normal child, with a home and family. Albedo chewed a bite of the second pie. "No. We didn't get desserts."

Or sweets. Or anything like that for that matter. But it didn't matter now. That was behind him. Whether or not Albedo left this playground, he was not returning to the Yuriev Institute. That place was gone from his life. Like other things surely were.

A twinge of rememberance, some kind of drifting thought that asked how he was so thoroughly distracted. He had a brother here, and a twin as well. One to torment and one to torture (but was that really what he--), and he had planning to do. He glanced back at the notebooks with something like longing for a brief second. He wished he could spend the night going through Angel's notebook, and filling up space in his own ( ... )

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 4 2009, 21:04:05 UTC
Finally! A name. Albedo. The measure of an object's ability to reflect sunlight, if Hikaru was remembering correctly. Snow had a very high albedo, for instance. So the kid's name made a bizarre amount of sense, considering his rather unnerving white hair.

"Nice to meet you, Albedo. Or...well, not exactly nice, but you know what I mean." He gave the kid a self-deprecating grimace. "It's nice meeting you. Just not under these circumstances. I wouldn't wish this place on anybody, which is saying something. I've been here...almost a month, I think. Longer than a lot of people. I hate it here. My brother and I...we're trapped here, and we're useless. Nothing we ever did before we came here could've prepared us for this place."

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 4 2009, 23:53:10 UTC
He tilted his head like a bird, taking in everything Hikaru said. The other boy seemed to talk a lot, and that was fine. Being social always seemed to backfire on Albedo. He shook his head when Hikaru finished talking. "This place seems like the place where I came from. Nothing's really scary or surprising." He tilted his head again, considering. "There was a weird mirror monster that attacked me, but other than that.... Can you think of anything I should know?"

He would have continued asking more detailed questions here, but again something pulled him short, making him draw his brows together. "You have family here, too?"

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 5 2009, 00:20:00 UTC
Hikaru stared at Albedo, eyebrow raised. Landel's wasn't any worse than the place he came from? "What the hell kind of place is that?" the Host asked, before he he could stop himself. Albedo was just a kid. Why was he so jaded already? He'd been attacked, and he was just brushing it off like it was nothing! "Uh...the monsters are basically your average household creatures--dogs, cats, bats, rats, and bugs--only on steroids and looking like rejects from a B-rate horror film."

Hikaru rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh...yeah. My twin brother, Kaoru. You too, huh?"

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 5 2009, 00:45:05 UTC
What kind of place...? "A war," was the only answer he gave. The monsters Hikaru mentioned actually made him smile a little. He had seen the giant spider last night, but there were more organic animals? Real ones? Monsters or not, that was something Albedo had to see!

"Twin brother?!" Albedo blurted. "My... I have a twin, too. He's... here. And my..." The boy made a face. "Little brother, too." He hadn't ever met anyone that was a twin before. Albedo had thought that Rubedo and him were the only ones.... Like everything else today, it filled him with excitement. Someone else knew what it was like.

Maybe. Maybe the kind of bond that was between them was amphlified by being a URTV. He couldn't know. But just the same, maybe Hikaru understood.

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 5 2009, 01:05:33 UTC
"A war?" Hikaru swore. "Albedo, how old are you?" Surely, the kid just meant that the place he was from was just in a war and he wasn't fighting any battles himself.

Right?

...Oh, that was a coincidence. Hikaru blinked, wondering if they'd planned it like that. Two different twins, forced to room together. "I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "I'm sorry that your brothers have to be here too. I'd give anything to see Kaoru get back home, even if it means I stay here." Why was he opening up so much to this kid? It seemed so odd. And yet, he needed to talk. And Albedo was a twin too, so he'd know what Hikaru was talking about, right?

The Host smiled a little. "Are you two identical or fraternal? You and your twin, I mean."

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 5 2009, 01:15:03 UTC
"Twelve," he answered seriously. URTVs were trained to handle all of the aspects of a war, and he knew how to take care of himself... even if he'd rather Rubedo do-so.

And here the two differed. Albedo was estatic his brothers were here. It meant he would have oppertunities with them that he would have otherwise missed--for good or bad. He was always a selfish creature--especially when it came to his twin. "I'm not sorry. We were separated. Now I can see them again." See them, play with them, torment and torture. Maybe Rubedo would come around, admit his wrongs if Nigredo was out of the picture. But should Albedo forgive him even so? Probably not. He should try to stick with his original plan ( ... )

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Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 10 2009, 21:17:12 UTC
[Really sorry about the wait! Backthreading is go for a few rounds? :D]

Twelve. Hikaru sighed, staring down at his lap. Albedo was twelve, and he was acting like he was perfectly calm here and talking about war like it was nothing. What was wrong with the kid? What had happened to him to make him so blase about it all?

"Separated? I...I'm sorry." Hikaru knew what that was like. Sort of. It was his biggest fear, being separated from Kaoru. It was bad enough that they hardly ever saw each other in this place. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be separated full time...

"Uh...we're identical too. How can you be identical, if your hair and eyes are different colors? I'm sorry, but the definition of identical twins is that they're...you know, identical."

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Re: [M48] purpletaint March 12 2009, 21:32:20 UTC
[and sorry as well. backthreading is go. ^^]Separated. Such a calm word to describe what happened. Back then everything was chaos--loud and harsh, quick and brutal, laced with fear, hatred, loss, and betrayal. It was all quick. Much too fast, much too soon. Looking back... Albedo could pleasantly detach himself from the memories as it were, pumped full of U-DO from that one taste that everything was separated as through a film. Nothing mattered. Everything mattered ( ... )

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