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lucetilogs2013-03-25 11:15 am
imatreenow) wrote in lucetilogs2013-03-25 11:15 am
I built you a home in my heart with rotten wood
Who: Mithos, Kratos, Yuan
What: Well this is awkward.
When: March 25th, morning
Where: House 8
Summary: Mithos wakes up with 4000 years of memories and experiences restored, in the humble abode of his once-companions, now-miserable-thieving-traitors. ABORT, ABORT.
Rating: PG??? PG-13??
[There is a snap of time when he first wakes up, in which he knows nothing. Then, like a dam bursting and the water gurgling through, he remembers everything: who he once was, who he is now, and where he happens to be. He sits up, coldness settling in his stomach. He is not the Mithos who could convince himself to believe in people, fiercely, foolishly, nor the Mithos who thought the sky could be pushed out farther and farther if he only tried harder, worked longer.
He is the Mithos whose sister was killed. The one who has lost everything. The one who is acutely aware of the walls towering around him and the claustrophobic vault of the ceiling scraping softly above his head.
His hand shoots up to his chest, feeling the skin underneath his shirt. His fingertips brush against gummy scar tissue, not the smoothness of metal ore, the geometric facets of the Cruxis Crystal. That has been shifted away along with his naivete. His fingers curl, empty, cheated. The familiar impulse returns, wending its way through his head, his arms, his legs: he has to leave.
He moves quickly but quietly, remembering the clothes he had arrived in months before, that - too big - had been abandoned in the back of the closet. They fit him now. The green-and-white ribbon bracelet that had meant nothing to him the day before returns to its rightful place on his wrist. As he slips his journal into the jacket pocket, his eyes land on the sword by the doorway and in a heartbeat he's gripping its sheath, with his other hand twisting the doorknob, sharp eyes scanning the hallway.]
What: Well this is awkward.
When: March 25th, morning
Where: House 8
Summary: Mithos wakes up with 4000 years of memories and experiences restored, in the humble abode of his once-companions, now-miserable-thieving-traitors. ABORT, ABORT.
Rating: PG??? PG-13??
[There is a snap of time when he first wakes up, in which he knows nothing. Then, like a dam bursting and the water gurgling through, he remembers everything: who he once was, who he is now, and where he happens to be. He sits up, coldness settling in his stomach. He is not the Mithos who could convince himself to believe in people, fiercely, foolishly, nor the Mithos who thought the sky could be pushed out farther and farther if he only tried harder, worked longer.
He is the Mithos whose sister was killed. The one who has lost everything. The one who is acutely aware of the walls towering around him and the claustrophobic vault of the ceiling scraping softly above his head.
His hand shoots up to his chest, feeling the skin underneath his shirt. His fingertips brush against gummy scar tissue, not the smoothness of metal ore, the geometric facets of the Cruxis Crystal. That has been shifted away along with his naivete. His fingers curl, empty, cheated. The familiar impulse returns, wending its way through his head, his arms, his legs: he has to leave.
He moves quickly but quietly, remembering the clothes he had arrived in months before, that - too big - had been abandoned in the back of the closet. They fit him now. The green-and-white ribbon bracelet that had meant nothing to him the day before returns to its rightful place on his wrist. As he slips his journal into the jacket pocket, his eyes land on the sword by the doorway and in a heartbeat he's gripping its sheath, with his other hand twisting the doorknob, sharp eyes scanning the hallway.]
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...Mithos.
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Get out of my way, Kratos. [Smooth steel on the surface, but underneath everything has buckled in, torsional toward the point of snapping. He hadn't been alone, a sun-warmed feeling he hasn't held in what feels longer than it has any right to--]
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wow hi I suck
Get out of my way. [He won't even bother responding to such a stupid statement. What was the first clue? The over-night growth spurt, or the hardened look in his eyes to compensate for the softness of his decaying heart? Returned to normal. Like this is what he is supposed to be. The only thing he can be.]
let's suck together! WEEEEEEE
so forward, kratos-sensei...
come here, my dear student...
Perhaps it should be. [He takes a step forward.] If you plan to harm others, I cannot allow you to leave.
help i need an adult
excuse you it's kratos who needs an adult here MITHOS THE CREEPER
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I'm not sure I can believe that, with your current mindset. [Standing his ground.] Believe it or not, I do not wish for you to do anything that would risk you being imprisoned again due to lack of proper judgment.
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