As expected, the Shining One had managed to best Polaris and, as per his desire, restore the world to its previous state. Though his friends seemed to have forgotten in the meantime, the strong bonds that they had crafted over the week would not allow for that state of ignorance to continue. It required a strong will, and time--and they already had won half the battle in that regards.
It was another expectation that, the trial's period having ended, Alcor would be revived with the rest of the Septentriones. That was his fate, after all. To be used over and over again until Polaris's reign ended, and the next administrator in line took the Heavenly Throne.Â
What Alcor didn't expect, was to open his eyes to an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar bed--which was, in itself, questionable, as Septentriones did not need such a thing to rest in. Actually, there were many other things, but something above all startled him.
Though he had indeed taken a human form in the past, he hadn't felt the need to implement the internal organs that humans needed. There were many other little anomalies, normal enough to humans such that they required no attention, but the throbbing in his chest was the prime indication that Alcor needed to confirm this startling turn of events.
Alcor, a sword of Polaris, had been revived as a human.
A week had been given to the humans to triumph against Polaris's trial, and a week it took for Alcor to come to terms with what had happened. He didn't particularly mind, no--he probably would have been delighted under any other circumstances, but it was just so...sudden, that he was more confused than anything.
Polaris had been kind enough to at least rewrite his "programming" so that he barely had to adjust to things like walking. Very human things, though for a being whose true form had no legs, or--or any limb for that matter, whose main method of transportation was flight, it would have been a rather difficult feat to be able to learn and perform naturally, and he was thankful, else he would have probably fallen down the stairs by now.
The house that Polaris had constructed for him had the necessities, and nourishment wasn't an issue; every time Alcor found that he would be running low on food, he would find the fridge mysteriously full the next morning. And he had furniture, and--anything a human needed to live comfortably.
But Alcor still had no idea what to do with himself now.
Polaris had been gracious enough to appear to him and explain just what was going on. Actually, he had also had the sense to take a human form himself, and even for Alcor, who had seen and experienced many otherworldly things, it was quite a shock to see him sitting in the kitchen as if he had lived there all of his life. For the great administrator to appear as a human? To walk among humans? It was unprecedented!
He had sat down awkwardly across the table, taking in the sight of the administrator's human form. Long, flowing pink hair and silver eyes... And from what Alcor could guess, at full height, he would stand at two meters. He would have looked perfectly human, if only a bit strange, if not for his pupils, which took the "face" of Polaris's true form. His mouth moved as he spoke, as a human's would, and the sound of the words matched the movements. Alcor could only listen quietly as Polaris gave him the explanation, and by the end of it, an unfamiliar, pounding sensation had begun to worm its way into his head. Ah, this was probably a "headache"...
As it turned out, Polaris had realized the extent at which he had misappraised the humans that Alcor coveted so much, and somehow, that was reason enough to revive Alcor as one. Alcor didn't mind that so much--he was happy, in fact. He had never considered for a moment that someone, something, like him would ever be able to live among humans, and Polaris had already made things so convenient for him. But still, it was a lot to swallow. Perhaps it would have been easier to take in had he still been a Septentrione, but alas...Â
He was human now, and he would experience things as a human would. And if headaches and vertigo and intense confusion were part of that experience, then so be it.
It didn't take all that long to adjust, thanks to the aforementioned conveniences, and Alcor lived a quiet life for the first month. There wasn't much he could do with himself, save for going on long walks and watching other people go about their lives, sometimes occasionally passing out when he forgot to attend to that unpleasant, gnawing feeling in his stomach that he had soon learned to be hunger. Though luckily, all of those times it had happened were within his own little home, so it wasn't too much of an issue.
It was still a little strange, but Alcor found himself enjoying it. But once he had gotten over the initial eccentricity of the situation, and once the overflowing flood of content had leveled off, he realized that he couldn't continue living without a care in the world.
There were still things he had to take responsibility for. Namely...Hotsuin.
He had clear memory of Yamato forgiving him as he lay dying, but would he have been able to recall such a thing after the reset? Alcor wanted to have faith that he would, but it was still something that he felt the need to address. He had apologized that time as a Septentrione, the one who had cursed the Hotsuins, and one who stood at a different--though not necessarily higher--level than humans.
But now...he would be apologizing as a fellow human.
Yes... That was the first thing Alcor wanted to do. But then there was the issue of how to get to Yamato...
Luckily, Alcor didn't have to think for too long, nor resort to anything like a break-in. As if it had been planned, men and women in yellow showed up at the doorstep a few days after.
A position in JP's... He had been scouted, then, and it was determined that his amount of spiritual power as well as his aptitude for demon summoning (among other things) would be an asset to JP's operations. Alcor followed them without question. The opportunity had been handed to him, so he couldn't very well turn it down--he doubted he would be able to even if he wanted to. He was escorted to the Diet Building and led into a waiting room, told to stay there until the Chief had the time to have an audience with him.
Now...all he had to do was wait.
