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rk-silverknight:

He was relived really, Frankenstein understood and although he felt guilty for acting how he was even though he wasn’t aware of it he couldn’t take that out of his mind. When it comes to the medical and research sides of things Frankenstein was the expert not him, but it still wasn’t something he was willing to just overlook as if it were nothing. Trauma does change someone, but he just isn’t sure to what extent since he doesn’t even know who he himself was in the past.

“I can promise you that I will try something to work on that. I don’t want my instincts to take over to the extent that I can’t differentiate between what’s a threat and where my home is.” It’s not right.

Frankenstein’s words still gave him some peace of mind though, and he was more than able to answer that bit at least. “I guess knowing that it’s you down here gives me peace of mind that I know I’m not in any danger or that I’ll be experimented on without my consent. You’re not a Union researcher who throws lives away as if they were nothing nor do you think like they do. Their greed for power is so strong that when they get frustrated they would take it out on us. We were their ‘stress’ relievers, Jake himself was a prime example that if anyone got on his bad side he didn’t care, he would kill you on the spot and in front of us all to teach us a lesson.” He killed so many of our friends. 

“This lab is clean, it’s fresh, it’s welcoming and warm and holds fond memories as well. Like the ramen tests as well as the cookies made. Not to mention that you take care of us here when we’re not well or injured. Here I am safe and I know that, with Union, I was never safe.” Here I can rest and sleep without fear because I know we’re alive and well and we all watch one another’s back.

◤    The scientist didn’t know how much he needed to hear those words. He needed to be reassured that m-21 didn’t hate or fear him. He would have accepted it if he did, after all he was a scientist. He had to close his eyes to stop himself from letting his deep emotions show through. He hide those away, always being the calm analytical one. After the moment was over, and he was able to control his emotions he looks at the other again. “It is good to work on your own healing, but be sure not to put to much stress on yourself. There is no shame in feeling afraid. Be sure you don’t become obsessed with healing, and lose yourself in the process.” he hoped his words were making it through.

As for the mention of the lab he smiles. “Hey! Those ramen experiments were 100% legitimate scientific experiments!” he teases easily trying to lighten the mood. “I’m offended.” He huffs in fake hurt, clearly teasing the other. He chuckles, “I am glad though. That you not only feel safe here in my lab but have fond memories here...it means a lot to me.” He says honestly letting some of emotions show.     ◢

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rk2-sharpshooter:

@servavi;; casual starter

“Frankenstein…” It’s a bit late at this point, but this was appropriate human custom, right? as reported by Tao, anyway (which automatically left Takeo even more doubtful, honestly) — “I wanted to wish you a happy Father’s Day. Uh, though it’s a somewhat — belatedly? Ah, here…”

The handmade chocolates might be overdoing it, too. Human custom or not, this was a little embarrassing… maybe he should have waited for next year. But Frankenstein should be shown appreciation, and though Takeo had resorted to Google just to make sure, he had confirmed his suspicions that there was no “Happy Houseowner Day” in this country.

◤    The sudden gift had for once completely took him off guard. He takes the box and silently opened them, staring down at the hand made chocolates. It was hard to stun the scientist into a silence, but this sure did it. The part that made his stomach twist wasn’t the gift, it was for what it was celebrating. Father’s day. He stares up at Takeo and gently grabs his head, pulling him into a hug.

He stayed there for a second to long before letting go. “Thank you Takeo. I don’t think I really deserve this gift...or to be even considered a...father, but thank you.” He gently rests a gloved hand over the box. “I will treasure very bit, they look scrumptious.” He smiles up at the other. “You’re a good kid.” That strong protective feeling him suddenly come over him like a wave.    ◢

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honorableassassin:

“Frankenstein.” just thinking about that thing taking over his friend and sir Raizel having to take him out in order to make certain that no harm would come to the people. That itself was even more heartbreaking, though Raizel doesn’t convey his thoughts or emotions a lot or even wear them on his sleeves those, those who were close enough to him know what his feels. His gazes and silent gestures were enough for others to hear his words, the Lord himself knew exactly what he would feel and what he was thinking. Frankenstein had become someone important to him that if he himself had to take him out, it would hurt so much, it would be his duty yes but he was more than just what the others called ‘that lucky human’.

“I don’t like that stick. Can’t you use something else instead?” truthfully Ragar still didn’t understand what that small little stick did or why it would be used but there was something about it that he didn’t like. It was stinky for one, it could cause harm to others and even though Frankenstein was not a normal human he didn’t like the fact that it would still cause him some harm, even if it’s minimal. I don’t want that harming anyone no matter who or what they are, it’s so stinky.

◤    The human was glad the other dropped the topic of his ultimate demise. They both knew little if nothing could be done to stop it. His control would one day fail, and he would be consumed. But, that was many years from now and so there was no point in dwelling over it.

He chuckles at the other’s sudden concern for his health over the cigarette. “If it really bother’s you, I won’t smoke in front of you again.” He says out of respect for his friends wishes. Silently He puts the slightly smoldering but in between his fingers to put it out. The pain of the burn had a sickly nostalgic feeling, as one of his human master’s liked to put out his own cigarettes on his skin. Of course his skin now regenerated as soon as the burn started. There was no trace it even happened. He stuffs the now burnt out cigarette into his pants pocket.    ◢

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honorableassassin:

“I see, then could I return the favor when we come back? I don’t think I have something like that at the ready to grab at the moment but when we return I will give back to you anything that is used for myself.” he would have to request it or see in his belongings what could be given in return. He had some silver and gold but it was mostly used to sculpt things like creating some jewelry or some decorative item. He recalled a material similar that was a gift to sir Raizel, if he recalled it was silver but the Lord himself infused his power in it so it wasn’t just any gift in the end. This requires more planning that I had anticipated.

Ragar was a bit surprised and amused as the clothes was given to him. It was a bit strange to think about, since he was so used to wearing the attire that belonged to their homeland. not to mention hiding his face behind a scarf or mask, it was like a part of him that he rarely removed unless he was considered to be off ‘Leader’ duty but he couldn’t argue with the reasoning. If Ragar himself saw someone else who was covering his face aside from members of his clan he himself would grow suspicious, it was like a trademark of the Kertia clan in a way so seeing them wear it was nothing new, seeing someone else, it could be considered somewhat of a warning sign. 

“Okay, I shall return then, I will borrow one of the empty rooms then.” and with that he was gone in the blink of an eye making use of an empty room near by to change quickly and return to the other. “Human clothing is so odd to me, and different colors to.”

He returned to Frankenstein’s side as soon as he was done, though he wasn’t sure if he put on everything correctly. “Is this how this shirt goes?” he questions, feeling a bit embarrassed but there was no going back from this quest after they’ve come so far. 

“I look strange don’t I??”

◤    It was sweet the way Ragar wanted to repay him for the silver and gold. There really wasn’t any use for them here except for making jewelry and accents. The servant shakes his head, “No Ragar I do not need repayment. I have kept the material for he sole purpose of having money for if I ever did go back to the human world. I need nothing in return.” Really sometimes Ragar was too kind for his own good.

With that said he hands the other a bag full of the material, “Keep this well hidden and don’t go revealing how much you have or you’ll be robbed.” He himself kept a pouch of the contents hidden inside his coat pocket. He waited patiently for the other to come back. The leader was actually nervous. That made the blond smile, “Nervous much clan leader?” He teases putting his hand on his shoulder. “You look fine. As long as you don’t hide your face you easily pass as a human...well other than the eyes.” The red eyes could be a problem but he doubted it. “Humans have a ability to ignore things they don’t understand and rationalize the irrational, so do not worry.” With one last pat on the shoulder he starts to walk out of the house. “We shall go back to my home country since I speak the language fluently, and...honestly I would like to see the land I was born in one again.” His eyes get uncharacteristically soft. “I never thought I’d see my home again.” While he knew the humans would hate him, rightfully so. While he knew the rumors about him were bloody and horrible. While he knew the cruelty of the humans. Still, there was something about the place he was born, about his people that could not be broken by logic. It was deeper than that, and he was excited and scared to return home.      ◢

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❝ I - have a silver allergy. ❞ The child frowns, knowing full well he can't hide anything from the other.

◤    The man smiles. “I see, I can take your blood and see if I can do anything to cure it if you would like.” He speaks softly.    ◢

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honorableassassin:

“One’s best is enough.” the thought that a parent was more than willing to take the life away of their own child brought a pang to his heart. Here he was awaiting the arrival of his first child and outside his home lands someone out there was willing to take the life of a young one away. There could be a number of reasons as to why this would happen, but it was still not a valid excuse to take away a child’s life, never were such acts justified. Not in his eyes at least.

“Do not loose control Frankenstein, if you were to pass then I prefer it be by what one calls ‘old age’, not that power taking control over you. That is the reason why we are training frequently in order to prevent that, yes? If I can do more to help you please let me know, I will do what I can to make sure that Dark Spear doesn’t swallow you up.” Thinking about that was scary in its own way, though their first meeting wasn’t such a great one they had become best friends and for that to be taken away, Ragar would be hurt.

When the smoke gets blown his way Ragar only makes a swift movement with his hand, as if pushing it away but it only hits him more and he can’t help but make a face that conveys ‘What is this nasty little thing?!?!’

“Are you alright Frankenstein?!” Ragar closes the gap between them, he was happy with the words Frankenstein voiced but this reaction to that smok filled stick was starting to worry him. This was not normal and he was even more concerned with the mention of harm.

“Frankenstein if that stick is harming you please throw it away, take care of yourself. It’s so stinky too.”

◤    The human smiles at the seriousness the conversation took. “I too hope that I will not be consumed. However, I am no fool. I know that the chances that I will be consumed is high. I have accepted my fate, and it would be an honor to die by my master’s hand. I do not regret it. You have helped me a lot. Training to control it has helped me well control it. The more control I have the better it is. Though nothing stops the whispers or the dreams.” He mumbles looking at the ground this time. 

Whenever that old slave mentality slipped in he tended to look down at the ground. He was aware that he did it, but hoped no one had noticed. It was a relief that the conversation seemed to change to the cigarette because it was less personal. “This is a human item. You smoke it and depending on what you put in it can just be relaxing or make you feel high. It damages lungs, but since I’m now a modified human and my regeneration prevents me from harm. So for me its harmless.” The explanation was hopefully good enough.        ◢

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electorofhell:

William was content that Frankenstein had accepted his offer, it was nice to be around someone new whom he was able to be himself and he didn’t have to hide. He could be that curious Noble who wanted to learn more about others and possible get to know more about him and the Noblesse. He didn’t have to pretend to be sleepy or ‘scared’ when an idiotic individual tried to get a scare out of him and his group of friends after a late night library study. It was okay to be himself and speak about his home, his people and his family. He was too excited that he announced to his attendants about their VIP guest with a jump to his voice, though the reactions he got from them was contrary to what he imagined.

The whispers began, and it wasn’t the curious whispers one usually would expect from a curious mind, they were filled with such cruel things, something William himself never imagined he would hear from his own family. It was disgraceful, to say such ill things about the one whom the Noblesse trusts greatly, unthinkable but here it was happening right before his eyes and the only thing he was feeling was anger. How dare they say such ill things!?! 

His thoughts were interrupted by the one who spoke up, and he was about to silence him when Frankenstein had voiced his thoughts and offered a solution. Something that William would’ve accepted if this came from the other out of his own will, but this was not the case this time, this was something that had occurred only after his own clansman had said such ill things, and even if they were older than him and have lived longer than he had that was no way to speak to someone. “Sorry Frankenstein, my deepest apologies for the ill words my own clansmen have stated, but this solution of yours is not something I will accept.”

William’s calm and gentle demeanor was gone, it was now replaced by the seriousness a Family Leader posses, a side of him that he never likes to use since he feels like he is forcing others to bend at his will, but such actions are not something that he was willing to tolerate one bit. Don’t they dare sink so low as to throw away their elegance and pride of a Noble. If it’s one thing that his own father had taught him during their years of living together with the humans its to never treat them terribly and to get to know one before jumping to conclusions. The past was in the past, it was the present that mattered and the life that one lived now that defined who they were. If Frankenstein has blood on his hands from the past that was not a problem, the Nobles themselves has a shady past too and it was not a valid excuse to speak such things about him. It was in the past, history, and if he is alive today then he has proved to be someone whom although holds great power and can be a threat to enemies, he is one who cares and protects what is dear to him, otherwise the Noblesse wouldn’t allow him to continue living. Just like we have all these years. protect and care, if we were not compassionate and humble then even the Lord would have eliminated us without a second thought.

“He is dangerous, he holds great power, but do not forget that I myself can be as dangerous as well. Now I have made an announcement and a decision that I will not change. Frankenstein is our honored guest for the night and he shall be given the treatment we give to our fellow Nobles and even the Lord, if anything less is given you will answer to me and I shall deal with you personally. If you have any problems than I ask that you leave the main house and sleep elsewhere, but such childish actions will not be tolerated, are we clear?” How irritating, and after I have planned a grand celebration to be set up for our arrival home. 

“Do not forget, I am now the Family Leader and I will run things differently than my predecessors, whether you like it or not. If you have any problems then you are free to report to the Lord, only she and the other Leaders are free to judge my actions and deal any action deemed necessary, even if it means receiving judgement from Him.” William wasn’t afraid to be judged, his actions are never meant to be cruel or harmful but the way his family is action isn’t something that he will allow. He’s aware that they don’t have a great reputation since they live outside of their homelands already but their roots and where they come from are never forgotten.

“I am sorry about all of this Frankenstein, I will personally see to it that all accommodations are met, even though these ones have voiced such thoughts, not everyone in my clan thinks the same. Please do not judge them all by the actions of a few, they’re not all bad, I promise you that much.” I feel so ashamed that my own family members have treated someone whom the Lord and Noblesse respect in such a manner. I cannot forgive myself for this.

◤    This leader was young. He did not knows the old days of bloodshed or what he had done. He was not innocent, and many disliked him just for his status. However, the leader defended him, which made him smile. “There is no need to worry clan leader.” Frankenstein bows respectively.

This was a serious matter and should be handled formally. “I do not fault your clan for being wary of me. I am not an innocent man, and many regard me as the evilest human in history. For them to be hesitant is more than understandable. I do not with to cause you or your clan any trouble, but if you insist I would gladly stay at your home.” He said this all formally with that formal voice. It was odd just awhile ago they were talking without a care. But, once it was revealed who he was it became stiff. It had to after all he was a contractee and the other was a clan leader. The mad scientist hoped this would not cause trouble for the other later on.       ◢

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honorableassassin:

“He would certainly scold me if he found out, that’s why this is staying between us and only us.” He clarified, he could already hear the other Family Leader scolding him and telling him how the Soul Weapon is not something that can casually be used, that it’s only for big emergencies or something else, the list would be long. “Especially him, he must not know, though if this ever reaches the Lord or sir Raizel then I feel that they would be more amused and curious than anything.”

Ragar listened, the mention of currency wasn’t foreign to him but he never really had any use for any. Anything he could ever need would be provided by the members of his clan, and there was no need for food so it was something he knew he wouldn’t need once he stepped outside the barrier. “I know what it is, and a bit on how it’s used. Though I don’t plan on obtaining anything so there’s no need for it, right? Not to mention I think the currency outside is different from what we use.” Though now that he thought about it he may need it, for what he isn’t sure but since it was something Frankenstein has brought up he was beginning to doubt his previous thoughts.

◤    The man sighs. “You need currency to be able to stay in town. We could camp in the woods, but that would increase our chances of being robbed, which would cause a disruption in the human world something nobles like to avoid. Don’t worry, I have whats called gold and silver, they are materials that are valuable despite the chance of currency with time. I will go to my office and get some, please wait here.” He bows politely. It was a sign that said his office was private and no one was allowed in there but his master. 

Once he has all the items needed for the trip in a bag, he comes back out to meet the other. However this time his clothes are differnt, “I do not know what they were now but here are some old human clothes.” He tossed a pair to the other. “You can’t cover your face either. That’s suspicious.” This was actually getting exciting. The man was excited for this trip. Sure maybe the nobles ideas of humans would change. He would have to explains slavery to him which is never fun. However, he had not seen it in years. Human daily life, the bustle of a city. His heart longed for it. So with a smile, he decided it was time. It was clear he was excited by his odd fidgeting and grin. In an odd way he almost looked like a child. This was exciting.    ◢

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honorableassassin:

“I see.” Was the leader’s response, deep down he had always thought about that possibility. There were hidden secrets between the higher ups, about their past and the bloodshed, the fights that caused Raizel to be on his own even though he was allowed to live whatever life he wished. That was what the Lord wanted but whatever it was that Raizel choose he would respect that decision as well, after all the events of years ago wasn’t something that could easily be forgotten. So he wants to end it all.

“I hope you don’t get upset, but I have to say that saddens me. Having a family is a wonderful thing, and in my case waiting for my child’s arrival is scary but nice.” There were few words coming to mind in order to convey what he meant. “I am glad sir Raizel is not alone anymore, it always bother me that he was alone in such a huge manor. He deserves to be happy, but I also understand his position, the weight of being the Noblesse is not an easy one, it’s difficult and sad, but if it does end then yes our home and our world would change drastically.” That would be something that our future generations will one day have to overcome.

“Don’t leave Raizel alone Frankenstein, you being there gives me this peace of mind. He’s not alone, someone is there to watch over him and whenever he ever feels like talking about anything and everything he has someone who there by his side who will listen and in turn he too will listen. If one day I am to enter my eternal sleep, please continue to watch over him. It’s too much to ask, I know, but the thought of him being alone is quite painful.” There’s only so much we ourselves can do, but you can do more.

His gaze shifted to the item that Frankenstein revealed, it was a strange looking stick, but what intrigue him was what Frankenstein was doing. It was a strange act and looked weird, he wondered what the item was for anyways, it couldn’t be a good thing with all that smoke. What is he doing? Is he alright? His curiosity was shifted when the other voiced his thoughts, he knew the human world wasn’t an easy one, but hearing this from his friend revealed how far humans were willing to do in order to live and do what was needed for survival.

“It seems that the life you had when younger was a tough one, but I have to say that I am glad you were brought to this world. In meeting you I have made a great friend whom I can confide in and speak my mind. I can speak with someone who doesn’t abide by our laws and gives us another’s point of view. Sir Raizel met a great companion and I know you are someone we can trust. We may not always agree in everything, but we can respect one another and still get along. So for that I am thankful my friend, I  am truly glad to have met someone like you.”

◤   The concept of a family was still an odd one to him. “My mother did her best.” He says almost with a sadness in his voice. “She could have just killed me as a baby or left me on the street, but she tried to give me some kind of a life...I appreciate all she did and I’ve managed to understand what she did later on.” That was all he was going to say on the subject of his mother. It was still a wound.

He laughs as the other continues about how Raizel is not alone. “Ragar, my friend, I think you fail to see what is obvious. If he did not make and illegal contract with me I would have been put to death. I’m to powerful to be left alone in the human world, and I don’t blame the clan leaders either. It’s true, and one day I probably will lose control and be consumed that is when my master will kill me.” He smiles as he thinks of a distant future. He stares into the others eyes. “However, that could be many hundred years from now, and master has given me a chance at life. I want to live and maybe one day make up for my crimes. For whatever good or harm may come I selfishly want to live.” Maybe it was selfish. However, they both agreed on one thing. “master does need a companion...he has no one but me.” He sighs, “No one he could just be himself with say his real thoughts understand him...I know no one will agree but I think I am that person. We are keeping each other sane.” Insanity was easy for the two of them. So close to the edge. The human blows smoke in the others face and smiles but soon coughs and bends over. “Shit thought these things couldn’t harm me anymore.” Really it was silly. His regeneration took care of the lungs. “I am glad to have meet you to...your my best friend.” He says with a soft whisper. This was so embarrassing.    ◢

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rk-silverknight:

“The fact that you’re stating you were part of history, it makes me doubt anything a ‘history book’ from the school says happened. I will forever think you had a hand in things half the time.” yet this is Frankenstein so I shouldn’t really be surprised.

◤    That made the grown  man laugh. “haha well you are probably right. I was in a lot of the trouble in history. A lot isn’t recorded correctly but time cant hold everything.” That was true. Most people forget the details.

In fact some parts of history was even incorrect. However this was a compliment. “Thank you I made sure to make no records of me but I have influenced many events.” That was a simple fact.    ◢

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rk-silverknight:

M-21 flinched at the sudden shift it the air, it’s not that he was scared or frightened, but being told all the ‘ifs’ and possibilities that could happen if he were to regain everything, it surprised him. He knew that the topic about his memories and his past was and still is a fragile subject, but at the same time its a big part of him that he still wants, yet he doesn’t want to loose what he has. Everything that’s here, this home, the food, clothes, everything he can call his own is so special and important to him that he doesn’t want to rid of any of it. If he were to regain all his memories and the ‘M-21’ of now were to change completely, he hadn’t thought that far ahead.  

Frankenstein’s words carved themselves in his mind, and although his eyes were gazing elsewhere in an effort to not keep everything inside as he usually does it was the mention of a loss that made him turn around and lock gazes with the other.

“Son?” it was usually an inside joke between M-21 and the other RK members that they were all the ‘children’ of the household and some how Frankenstein and Raizel were the parents, but they had never really heard the others call them anything else besides their names so hearing such a title, a title that has so much meaning and care or so he was told, it was a shocker. M-21 momentarily thought if this was Frankenstein’s way of playing along but he knew him too well to think that to be true. 

Just as he was about to say something Frankenstein stands to leave but his reflexes kick in and he takes hold of the others arm, “WAIT! don’t go yet.” was his quiet plea. Though there was a part of him that didn’t want to make Frankenstein feel confined so he releases his hold, “You know what you said, you can’t just leave like that without saying anything else. It’s kind of-well? Do you mean that?”

◤     Out of everything he said that was the one line the other had to fixate on. The fact that memories change who you are and if m-21 got his back would change him wasn’t the fact that he focused on. No it was the little slip the scientist made of calling him a son that the other freaked out about.

The blond stops as the other touches him. The powerful man would always stop at a touch. The other would run without a care for the others saftey. He rubs the back of his head, turning around at the other. “Yes...I said it.” He was obviously nervous now.

It was rare for the man to be so nervous, but he was fidgeting and playing with the edges of his shirt. This was awkward and made him uncomfortable; “Well what did you expect.” He mumbles. “All of a sudden a lost terrified man just wonders into our lives. Of course we couldn’t just let you get yourself killed. We were partially responsible...so you stay a few weeks that turns into months...so what we touch you how to trust again...how to be strong...how to live a life...so what did you expect? Us to see you and everyone as annoyances? House guests? Your all our children...my children. I know thats so hypocritical considering I’m a mad scientist and your all...well you know...and I know I have no right but...to me you and everyone else are my children.” For the first time in a long time Frankenstein fumbled with his words overwhelmed with emotions.    ◢

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honorable-assassin:

Eyes widen momentarily, he knew perfectly well to whom Frankenstein was referring to, but decided to remain quiet. If he were to say anything it would be nothing but remarks thrown back and forth, besides the Lord was well aware of the ‘names’ he was given by the other and since there never was anything else said about such a matter he preferred to leave it at that. Sir Raizel does get odd visits from time to time then.

“What do you mean by that?” Ragar questioned, curiosity taking the better of him this time. He knew that was a fact, but he couldn’t help but be curious to the hidden message behind such words. He could tell that this bit of information could be a delicate matter but he also wanted to know more. “You can talk to me about anything, remember?” He was being honest, but he wouldn’t press this matter and would let Frankenstein decide for himself in the end if he wished to voice his thoughts. 

“Do you think Sir Raizel would ever have children of his own one day?”

◤    Most nobles would have attacked him at the disrespectful names he gave their leader. However, even Ragar could hold himself for a friend. It was warming and meant more to him than he would let on. He knew not many would hold their tongue. 

The second question was a lot easier to answer than the first. So he answered it first. “Never. Master would never want to subjective anyone to his fate. I think he wants the noblesse bloodline to end with him...and no one can really force him to continue it so...the nobles world might drastically change one day.” Change so much they would have to restructure. However, the other question held more weight. This was personal, but ironically it wasn’t that hard of a subject. He had long ago forgiven his mother. Because he learned how desperate a person has to be to be able to do anything ti survive. He did things himself to survive, unspeakable things, but he did them. Survival was the most precious thing. He leans on the tree and takes out a ciggerate. He knew he should stop but it was an old human habit. After a puff of smoke he simple says. His voice was even and unchanged, “My mother was a whore. My father was one of her clients, no fucking clue which one.” That was a mystery lost to time and genetics.    ◢

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rk-silverknight:

It’s you? M-21 repeat, confusion written all over his face as he heard these words. He never thought that Frankenstein would say such a thing, it was baffling, out of this world even and for a second he thought that he had heard wrong but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

“I’m afraid?!” there was a moment of anger, his thoughts jumping to silly conclusions that were thrown out the window once everything was explained. It was odd, he never really felt terrified of Frankenstein, at least not now. When they first came face to face yes, he disliked him and feared him but only because he knew that he was way stronger than him and he can be killed off at any moment. Not to mention that he was a doctor and was just waiting for the day where he would somehow be overpowered and be thrown in some sort of cage or experimental tube to have further test done on him, but he was wrong, completely wrong. Everything that he initially thought of Frankenstein was turned over by the acts of kindness and care he showed not only him, but Raizel and the others. He never took note of his actions being ‘off’ or ‘nervous’, but he was aware that it was something he didn’t really place a close eye to.

He flinched slightly at the last part, the ‘it got painful to watch’ slapping him in the face, it wasn’t ever his intention of disrespecting Frankenstein or hurt him in some way, but now guilty was starting to bubble in his chest. “I-I’m so sorry Frankenstein, I never meant to harm you. I just-I never noticed any of this, this is all new.” It truthfully was, and even he was unsure of what to do to make it all stop, he knew Frankensteinw as different and although his past may be covered in blood, then they’re both the same, M-21 himself has blood on his hands too.

“I don’t hate you though, on the contrary I respect you and truthfully am grateful for everything you have done for me. I just never saw these nasty habits before, why didn’t you tell me sooner thought? Th-this, can all this be stopped? You’re a scientist yes, but you’re not the Union, you’re not them, you’re different.” I don’t want to be scared, I don’t, I’m not scared of you but if my body reacts differently, then what can I do?

◤   This was going all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to make the other feel guilty. He was finally letting the other know that he acknowledged that the ex experiment had trauma but that he understood. The blond smiles softly at the other, “I know. I know, m21 that you don’t hate me. I know that, but I also know what trauma does to a person.” he pauses there.

      The human had trauma himself. However, time and relationships had helped him grow. Yet, for M-21 it was all still new. It would take a lot longer for him to recover. “I keep my distance to spare you the pain of having to deal with that. Theres nothing to stop. It’s your subconscious reacting to old survival instincts. They will be there for a long time. That’s fine.” How could he explain this? He gently pats the others head. “I don’t mind it. I understand. I honestly am surprised you can stand being down here in my lab without a traumatic episode. You have made great recovery...you just need to take your time.” Time was plentiful nowadays.    ◢

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M-21 was quiet, his body felt numb, as if the life he thought he had was slowly leaving him, but there was something still keeping him there and it wasn’t until Frankenstein spoke that he was ‘woken up’ from his drowning thoughts. Though his words confused him more than anything, shouldn’t he just try to move on instead of feeling angry forever, it wouldn’t really change anything and it wasn’t until he got the elaboration that he understood clearly. He was right, if M was to keep everything to himself then it would only hurt him more and cause him ever more pain and that was something he would rather be without, but letting all these emotions out now would be better instead of waiting until it was too late. “I can’t argue with you there.”

Whatever has happened to him, there was something in Frankenstein’s voice that anchored him, something telling him that everything being said was true and that there were no lies being hidden. It was all he could really as for, and if he and whomever else he worked with was fighting against the Union, then he would’t hesitate to stand beside them. He quickly wiped the remaining tears from his face, noting that the other too looked differently but deciding not to comment on it for the moment. 

“I don’t know why I should trust you, I have no memory of you, but my gut feeling is that you’re one I can rely on and that everything you are saying are facts. I feel confused and angry, sad and frustrated, but I’ll overcome this in order to stand against the ones who did all this to us and make sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else. History can’t repeat itself anymore, I am willing to do what it takes, and if we really are family like you state, then I pray that at least those memories we share return. I have lost so much of who I was, I don’t want to lose anymore of it.” I don’t want to forget, and I don’t want to lose anyone else. Union will pay, I swear it.

◤    The scientist was glad that the human was calm. He was afraid that he might have to sedate him if he freaked out and transformed. Then he would really feel guilty. The blond found himself feeling guilt more and more as he sees his adopted children every day. The things Union did to them...it all was his fault. The ex slave sighs as the other was accepting.

The man puts his hand over the other’s hand. “I am glad you understand and trust me. Listen M-21 your memory lose is probably temporary. As soon as your head’s swelling goes down then it should slowly return. Seeing hearing and smelling things are more likely to jog your memory. However...your memories from before the Union well they were already gone, and the odds they wont come back...but your recent memories should come back.” It was a fumbled explanation caused by the emotions running in his chest. The scientist gets up and pats the others shoulder. “What do you need M-21? Going upstairs...it could be overwhelming. I can tell some or all of the people to leave if it would make you feel better.” However, they really should go upstairs. It was clear this lab was making the otehr uncomfortable. The contractee was gentle and calm. He had to be because the other was fragile. The human was lost and confused. It would take a long time for him to be able to accept his life here. So Frankenstein just smiled and tried to be gentle.    ◢

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Ragar waited patiently as this promise was being written, he stood beside Frankenstein and waited until the signature was complete. He has to admit that format used was a very nice, he hadn’t really seen such writing around, everyone just used their own standard writing since it was officially Lukedonias but seeing something different than his own was quite refreshing. Though he did take note that Frankenstein’s entire name was written as well, and there was an added ‘Victor’ to it, something he wanted to question but would respect his friends privacy as well. “It is now my turn.”

 He reveals his hands from where they are usually hidden thinking that since Frankenstein used some of his power then it would only be fair that he use some of his as well, though he couldn’t do something as fancy as Frankenstein. With a quick motion he brings out one part of his soul weapon, swiftly making a cut across his finger and making sure the tip of his weapon is covered in blood, “I’m certain that this isn’t exactly the right way to use my soul weapon, but I feel that it is necessary so you too can see that this is not a light matter. Let’s just hope that others don’t get word that I used my weapon as a sort of pen, they would hold that against me for at least 200 years.” he chuckles, setting the tip of the weapon down and signing his name, one in the more traditional ways of Lukedonia and the other that was used by others outside his home’s barriers. “I take it that you  will keep this written  promise of ours in your care? I can think of no other secure place.”

“With this done, are we good to go and step foot outside of Lukedonian barriers?

◤    Well this was a surprise. The human did not expect the assassin to use his weapon as a pen. He couldn’t help the chuckle of laughter that escaped his lips. “Gejutel would drop dead if he say this.” That he was sure of the old man would go on a rant about how improper it all was. It would have been amusing. To say the least.

        Indeed the other would keep the paper close. He sighs as the other seemed ready to leave already. “Rajak...do you have any idea how the human world works?” He really didn’t know if the other knew to much about the human world, as they had never talked about it. “You can’t just leave without any provisions...do you even know what currency is?” Of course he was sure it had changed over the hundreds of years he was gone. But, gold and silver would always be used. He had made sure to collect enough so that if needed he could go back without a problem. In fact with the amount he had he could be considered rich extremely rich. Rich man Franky yup.     ◢