"0110100001101001." A rapid-fire string of numbers was returned for the greeting before Brainiac 5 blinked and glanced up.
"My apologies, I didn't notice you there," he said, cheeks flushing slightly, though it could just have easily been from the cold. It was minor but it bothered him that before he'd been abducted and brought here, he wouldn't have been taken by surprise simply by someone approaching. His sensors would have picked up the other boy some time ago, even if he didn't feel the need to comment on his presence. It was another vulnerability that he hated.
"I don't believe we've met," he continued, glancing back down at the row of numbers across his chest and making another change with the pen. "I am Brainiac 5."
"It lacks coherency and I had nothing better to do with my time, it would seem," he answered, still not looking up from his work.
It wasn't strictly true, Brainiac 5 knew he should be trying to work more on the problems of what had been done with his original body and how to go about escaping, not to mention the problems presented by Luxord and Grell, but he found it easier to leave them at the back of his mind for the time being. He was perfectly capable of holding a simple conversation, correcting the code on his clothing, and considering different plans of action at the same time after all, so it wouldn't be that much of a problem for now. And besides, he found it easier to look at what had happened to him objectively if his attention wasn't focussed on it entirely.
"Astor?" It almost sounded like a name he would have heard in the Legion. He shot a quick, intent look up at the other boy. "I don't suppose you're another of the non-humans here?"
"You are Lilim," he confirmed. Though it was true, Sho was unique compared to all of the other faces of Lilim he had seen. Kaworu could not readily come up with another one whom he could compare to Sho. His dialect also grew more and more intriguing as Kaworu continued to speak to him. The words that he did know were all mathematical terms, which was a subject Kaworu had never looked into extensively. None of his Lilim tutors had complained when he would have rather studied music.
"And you call me an Angel." It felt almost nice to know there was no cause to hide that fact anymore.
Well, G, that answer told him absolute 0. Was the kid always this zetta vague? Well, it was probably just his term for huma-
"Wait, what, an Angel!?" sputtered Minamimoto at the revelation. So he was like Joshua! Wait, or was he? "Argghhh..." Sho groaned and clutched his head, trying to sort this all out. So many things pointed towards this being coincidence, but wasn't this too coincidental? The odds of this were...
"So you're from the higher plane of Angels or something? How the factor did you get derived?" With the exception of himself, Minamimoto had never heard of someone managing to actually erase an Angel. And he'd said a Lilim had done it, so a human? Or did he actually recognize what Sho was and he had been taken down by a Reaper? "For that matter, why were you even on the same wavelength as a Lilim to get derived by them?" Angels didn't come down without a reason. Every new bit of information he was getting from the kid just complicated the equation. Just who the factor was he!?
Kaworu was surprised by how informed Sho seemed, though most of his facts did not seem to line up with Kaworu's own experiences. He was aware that the Lilim had a fondness for naming things in such a fashion, but he thought he knew all of the terms. But after what had happened, it was no surprise that the old men may have hidden things from him. Of course, there was also the possibility that Sho was completely unrelated, though it was a bizarre coincidence. He particularly wished to know what Sho considered the higher plane of Angels; that was unusual.
"You will need to explain to me what you mean by a higher plane," he said accordingly. "But I was there because it was my destiny to... erase humanity," Kaworu awkwardly attempted to use the older boy's vocabulary, just as Sho had adopted Lilim.
"I did not want that future, and so I asked one to kill me." Kaworu was saddened by the memory, and yet fond of it, and it showed very slightly in his face.
"I mean that all the Angels exist on a wavelength > the wavelength of the Realground or the Underground and have to downshift their exponents to interact with people like me," Sho expounded, still not sure if Lilim referred to humans or Reapers. "So I was asking why you were even
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After watching Sechs run off ('Mister Spider Guy?' Recluse didn't even try to respond to that), Recluse stayed at the bench near the pond, thinking. He would have to make it to the hardware store to steal more items, and meet with the apparent Overlord, Megatron.
He was hoping that neither would be interrupted by unforeseen events.
It was strange, but Stefan actually was just the person Marcus was hoping to see now. He had been very surprised by Stefan's attempt to keep Search and Rescue going. Especially because it seemed Stefan had been motivated to do so for some reason other than proving he was going to the good side. After all, it hardly would've mattered one way or another if Marcus had vanished.
"Stefan," Marcus greeted as he approached, hands stuffed in the pockets of the jacket he'd been given. The jacket was white and blue and had an Eagle on it, as well as the number 14, and he had to wonder again if someone in the institute was enjoying dropping little hints and reminders, things that pointed to their real lives. It was probably for some high school athletics team, but the fact that it was an eagle made it worth noting.
Recluse was getting good enough at this to not wince when he suddenly heard Marcus' voice behind him. He turned to look, an eyebrow raised. "I was wondering when you'd turn up." Hopefully, Marcus wouldn't mention the fact that the institute had stuffed the overlord into an old t-shirt from an unidentifiable police precinct.
The t-shirt did draw a look from Marcus, but he didn't comment. Someone certainly did have a sense of humor. "I've only been gone since yesterday, right?" Marcus wasn't entirely sure. The days matched up, and Stefan's note on the bulletin board indicated that it had been only yesterday.
The lack of response was almost disorientating by itself, and would have likely snapped the boy out of his tainted haze, if not for the larger issues at work this day. His eyes had widened more at her sentence, for reasons unknown; then became a silent presence at her back as she moved off of the bus and into the park. She came to a table, like she had promised, and the boy stood in front of it, waiting for something. Waiting for what? If he expected an invitation, this was the wrong place to be searching for one, and by any matter, Albedo had things he needed to do.
Like find Nigredo and rip him limb from limb. He was sure he was still capable of that, at least. It was be pleasant. Peaceful. Something to take the edge off--
--something to put the edge onCompletely opposite to his rantings before, Albedo had fallen silent again, watching her cautiously, head tilting and jerking towards any loud noise in the distance. Why had he followed her? Was it something
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What a dainty little neighbourhood. Ignoring its validity for a moment, Yomi hadn’t seen many like it. But the pre-winter buzz stopped her from even considering that she was in a real place, a dot on the map somewhere where Americans lived in their picture-perfect mountain town. It’d been summer only days ago for her, the full swing of summer, when the forest had smelled hot and alive. Unless she’d been unconscious and unaware for a change in seasons, there were only so many explanations to why she was bundled up against the cold.
And why she still existed at all. (If this counted as existing.Yomi took her time to scan the park over once, as she absently stuffed coupons into her own paper bag and trekked across the grass with long, confident strides. She didn’t acknowledge the baby duck following her until she came up on one of park’s picnic areas. She crossed to the other side of the table, eyes still elsewhere
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Again, the boy had watched unnervingly, eyes running along the folds and lines. This, he could duplicate, he was sure, if he had half a mind to (and wasn't that all he had?)--it was simple enough for simple memorization, not like the other creation. But the use in creating? There was more of a point in destruction; in wiping a slate clean to start again, in cleansing to fulfill a purpose, a plan. Or simply to take away something of blood, to have a clearer path (a clearer mind) towards something that was a little closer
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Yomi was amused by the boy at best, and detached at worst, and when there was so little movement she could make, there wasn’t much to do but to hold back the steady, heavy waves of emotion that filled her from top to bottom nowadays. At least during the daylight hours. Like the bogeyman, or even like the place itself, true colors--untrue colors?--were only coming out at certain times.
She looked at him from where she stood. Shrugging, Yomi said, “Play?”
A...park. Had she been in a park? She'd had to wait until everyone else had left the bus so she could be carried off it, and once she was back in the chair on wheels, the nurse had given her a packet of paper and made her put on a tan coat and had dumped a folded, fluffy pink blanket on her lap (which Mele had thought explained why they'd let her wear a skirt, which was about the furthest thing from formless grey pants ever).
Mele rubbed her eyes. The light had changed. Had she dozed off? She hadn't thought she was that tired-actually, she hadn't thought she'd been tired at all. She'd been wide awake (as wide awake as anyone could be in the morning) during the conversation with Violet, and she remembered getting off the bus with the clarity that meant she'd been awake.
Unless it was a trick. Mele exhaled huffily and looked up at the clouds. Tricks and deceptions and mind games.
Why couldn't she have woken up in a good mood, after the pleasant conversation on the bus? Because having to wake
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[let me know if you didn't want company, and I'll delete ^^]
Subaru didn't really feel like going through the hassle of trying to wrangle a vegetarian lunch out of the restaurants here. Last time he had tried, it had ended up being a big fuss and he wasn't feeling energetic enough for a repeat. People were so aggressive, here! It was difficult for Subaru to deal with gaijin, at least the ones like that cashier
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[I don't mind at all! Should we count this as a backthread, if you had Afternoon plans? Or should we just count this as Afternoon (or something?)? |D;;;;;]
Mele was reviewing all of Long's weaknesses (or possible weaknesses) that she knew when someone nearly fell. She bit down on a curse because it really had been her miss for not noticing someone that close, and Mele had never been the type to blame other people for something she couldn't do. Usually.
"Uh. It's...okay?" At least you weren't Long? Which would have been both scary and a relief.
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"My apologies, I didn't notice you there," he said, cheeks flushing slightly, though it could just have easily been from the cold. It was minor but it bothered him that before he'd been abducted and brought here, he wouldn't have been taken by surprise simply by someone approaching. His sensors would have picked up the other boy some time ago, even if he didn't feel the need to comment on his presence. It was another vulnerability that he hated.
"I don't believe we've met," he continued, glancing back down at the row of numbers across his chest and making another change with the pen. "I am Brainiac 5."
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"Nope, we haven't met." He offered a nearly-natural-looking smile. "I'm Astor. What're you doing with your shirt?"
That seemed a harmless enough topic, especially with Brainiac Five (non-human? or just from someplace not-Tobias'-Earth?) continuing to... edit?
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It wasn't strictly true, Brainiac 5 knew he should be trying to work more on the problems of what had been done with his original body and how to go about escaping, not to mention the problems presented by Luxord and Grell, but he found it easier to leave them at the back of his mind for the time being. He was perfectly capable of holding a simple conversation, correcting the code on his clothing, and considering different plans of action at the same time after all, so it wouldn't be that much of a problem for now. And besides, he found it easier to look at what had happened to him objectively if his attention wasn't focussed on it entirely.
"Astor?" It almost sounded like a name he would have heard in the Legion. He shot a quick, intent look up at the other boy. "I don't suppose you're another of the non-humans here?"
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"You are Lilim," he confirmed. Though it was true, Sho was unique compared to all of the other faces of Lilim he had seen. Kaworu could not readily come up with another one whom he could compare to Sho. His dialect also grew more and more intriguing as Kaworu continued to speak to him. The words that he did know were all mathematical terms, which was a subject Kaworu had never looked into extensively. None of his Lilim tutors had complained when he would have rather studied music.
"And you call me an Angel." It felt almost nice to know there was no cause to hide that fact anymore.
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"Wait, what, an Angel!?" sputtered Minamimoto at the revelation. So he was like Joshua! Wait, or was he? "Argghhh..." Sho groaned and clutched his head, trying to sort this all out. So many things pointed towards this being coincidence, but wasn't this too coincidental? The odds of this were...
"So you're from the higher plane of Angels or something? How the factor did you get derived?" With the exception of himself, Minamimoto had never heard of someone managing to actually erase an Angel. And he'd said a Lilim had done it, so a human? Or did he actually recognize what Sho was and he had been taken down by a Reaper? "For that matter, why were you even on the same wavelength as a Lilim to get derived by them?" Angels didn't come down without a reason. Every new bit of information he was getting from the kid just complicated the equation. Just who the factor was he!?
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"You will need to explain to me what you mean by a higher plane," he said accordingly. "But I was there because it was my destiny to... erase humanity," Kaworu awkwardly attempted to use the older boy's vocabulary, just as Sho had adopted Lilim.
"I did not want that future, and so I asked one to kill me." Kaworu was saddened by the memory, and yet fond of it, and it showed very slightly in his face.
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He was hoping that neither would be interrupted by unforeseen events.
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"Stefan," Marcus greeted as he approached, hands stuffed in the pockets of the jacket he'd been given. The jacket was white and blue and had an Eagle on it, as well as the number 14, and he had to wonder again if someone in the institute was enjoying dropping little hints and reminders, things that pointed to their real lives. It was probably for some high school athletics team, but the fact that it was an eagle made it worth noting.
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The lack of response was almost disorientating by itself, and would have likely snapped the boy out of his tainted haze, if not for the larger issues at work this day. His eyes had widened more at her sentence, for reasons unknown; then became a silent presence at her back as she moved off of the bus and into the park. She came to a table, like she had promised, and the boy stood in front of it, waiting for something. Waiting for what? If he expected an invitation, this was the wrong place to be searching for one, and by any matter, Albedo had things he needed to do.
Like find Nigredo and rip him limb from limb. He was sure he was still capable of that, at least. It was be pleasant. Peaceful. Something to take the edge off--
--something to put the edge onCompletely opposite to his rantings before, Albedo had fallen silent again, watching her cautiously, head tilting and jerking towards any loud noise in the distance. Why had he followed her? Was it something ( ... )
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And why she still existed at all. (If this counted as existing.Yomi took her time to scan the park over once, as she absently stuffed coupons into her own paper bag and trekked across the grass with long, confident strides. She didn’t acknowledge the baby duck following her until she came up on one of park’s picnic areas. She crossed to the other side of the table, eyes still elsewhere ( ... )
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Yomi was amused by the boy at best, and detached at worst, and when there was so little movement she could make, there wasn’t much to do but to hold back the steady, heavy waves of emotion that filled her from top to bottom nowadays. At least during the daylight hours. Like the bogeyman, or even like the place itself, true colors--untrue colors?--were only coming out at certain times.
She looked at him from where she stood. Shrugging, Yomi said, “Play?”
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A...park. Had she been in a park? She'd had to wait until everyone else had left the bus so she could be carried off it, and once she was back in the chair on wheels, the nurse had given her a packet of paper and made her put on a tan coat and had dumped a folded, fluffy pink blanket on her lap (which Mele had thought explained why they'd let her wear a skirt, which was about the furthest thing from formless grey pants ever).
Mele rubbed her eyes. The light had changed. Had she dozed off? She hadn't thought she was that tired-actually, she hadn't thought she'd been tired at all. She'd been wide awake (as wide awake as anyone could be in the morning) during the conversation with Violet, and she remembered getting off the bus with the clarity that meant she'd been awake.
Unless it was a trick. Mele exhaled huffily and looked up at the clouds. Tricks and deceptions and mind games.
Why couldn't she have woken up in a good mood, after the pleasant conversation on the bus? Because having to wake ( ... )
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Subaru didn't really feel like going through the hassle of trying to wrangle a vegetarian lunch out of the restaurants here. Last time he had tried, it had ended up being a big fuss and he wasn't feeling energetic enough for a repeat. People were so aggressive, here! It was difficult for Subaru to deal with gaijin, at least the ones like that cashier ( ... )
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Mele was reviewing all of Long's weaknesses (or possible weaknesses) that she knew when someone nearly fell. She bit down on a curse because it really had been her miss for not noticing someone that close, and Mele had never been the type to blame other people for something she couldn't do. Usually.
"Uh. It's...okay?" At least you weren't Long? Which would have been both scary and a relief.
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