Jan 25, 2017
Sync isn’t quite sure why, but he suddenly feels as if his day is going to go south very soon.
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Sync isn’t quite sure why, but he suddenly feels as if his day is going to go south very soon.
"What are you?" //Hello not sure if you remember me
Zelos froze, his stolen book nearly slipping from nerveless fingers. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but he’d never been caught before. Just because the researchers allowed him to roam the library unrestricted did not mean he was allowed in all parts of the facility. The person eyeing him with apparent disdain did not appear to be one of the researchers though, and he relaxed slightly as he pondered the question and the odd choice of words. Not ‘who’ are you, but ‘what’ are you.
“I’m a replica” he eventually answered, opting for the truth for lack of any better answer. If this person was here, they ought to know what a replica was. In fact, if they scrutinized him, they would probably recognize not only who his original was, but realize he was marked as a failed subject, merely kept around as a research project. He’d given his current warden the slip, but he doubted his absence would be ignored much longer. This person would probably turn him in anyway.
“Who are you?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He felt like he had seen this person somewhere before, but they were not one of the researchers. Another subject from an experiment?
"I'm bored. Entertain me, blondie."
“And how exactly do you want me to do that? I’m not a trained monkey”
"If you get me sick, I swear to Yulia--"
“Well, if I didn’t want to sneeze on you before...”
cruelfonmaster
Anion rounded the corner of the Cathedral. His legs were burning as he ran as fast as he could. He got caught be the guards, and everything went from bad to worse. After all, when your replica Florian and you are in the same room and the guards spot you, things start heading south. Anion quickly checked for an unlocked door. After a few seconds of doorknob twisting, he finally found one. He stepped inside and quickly closed the door. He pressed his ear up against the door and listened to the sound of footsteps passing right by where he was hiding. He had lost them. Anion gave a sigh of relief, which was short lived when he heard the sound of singing. He wasn’t alone. The young male finally got a good look at where he was hiding. He was hiding in one of the living quarters in the Oracle Knight Headquarters. Shit! Anion held his breath and charged up his fonons slightly. He followed the singing (which was beautiful in his opinion) toward the bathroom which the door to was wide open. He stepped inside and scanned for who the voice belonged to, and was surprised to find the shadow of a woman’s figure in the shower. He blushed as covered his mouth and backed away slowly. However, on his way out, he tripped on some discarded clothing and fell on his back. His head and body hit the floor with a loud smack. Shit! Shit Shit!
Hearing the collision between the floor and whatever fell against it, Tear’s singing stopped and a few seconds later, as did the running water. She carefully walked out the shower, put on her dressing gown and grabbed a towel as she peeked into the room.
“F-Fon Master?” the fonist stuttered, instantly recognising the form on the floor that, by this point, was scrambling up to his feet. A pink haze tinted her cheeks as she properly stepped forward, into sight. Though, there remained an expression of slight confusion as well as embarrassment on her face. “Can I...Can I help you?”
cruelfonmaster said: “I don’t remember you ever having the upper hand.”
“I’ll keep it as my secret....’
"Shouldn't you be with, Luke?"
"Luke's been caught up with things in Baticul apparently," Tear conveyed the news to the Fon Master, smiling politely as she did so.
cruelfonmaster replied to your post: ((…I’m so proud. Everywhere I look, w...
((Anion is actually what my friends and I started calling Original Ion when we saw the tumblr blog glassgreenreplicas (Ithinkthatiswhatitiscalled) but I had no idea you started that so that is pretty cool XD ))
((The mun of glassgreenreplicas is actually the friend of mine I was talking about. I suggested the name to her and she's been using it ever since XD))