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the soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears

Who: Cielo and whoever is out this fine morning
Where: Plaza
When: Morning
Style: The style of your choosing
Status: Open

[Good morning, Vatheon, are you perhaps still a little sleepy this morning? Well, worry not! The last bits of your grogginess are probably going to be cast out very soon.

Anyone in the plaza will probably notice a demon suddenly appearing in the air and making a rapid and rather uncontrolled descent downward until he crash lands into a fountain.

Hey, remember the last time some dude splashed into that very fountain and the water started turning red? Yeah, that's happening again.

The demon thrashes about in the water a bit, roaring with annoyance until it lifts his head and rests it on the side of the fountain. Blood drips through its teeth and out his mouth and for those who dare to take a closer look, they'll notice that half of the poor thing's left wing is missing and the wound is still bleeding.

That does explain why the water's turning red quite nicely.

Cielo nudges his half-wing with his head, the light of a Diarama spell mending some of the damage and sets it back down on the side of the fountain again.

He'll get out in a bit just...give him a minute here. He kind of hurts a lot. Everywhere.]

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[wow, everyone's arriving injured lately—

Tiir blinks when Cielo appears, as it takes a moment before the form registers. Isn't that—?]

Cielo!

[He rushes over to him, though he halts and steps back when Cielo casts a spell, as he doesn't want to accidentally interfere.]

... Cielo?

[Today is an odd, odd day. Rinoa sees the demon falling towards the fountain rather than the actual crash. But it's enough to make her turn around and head back for the plaza. She has a good feeling she knows who that is.

And sure enough, when she makes it to the fountain, she finds poor Cielo laid out in the fountain, looking worse for wear.]

Cielo!

[She hops onto the fountain ledge, gently examining his wing. Fff, she's not great with healing spells, but this can't be ignored. Concentrating hard, her fingertips brush the injured wing as she summons a Curaga spell.

There will be profuse apologies if she accidentally blows off the wing.]

[Cielo hears his name and turns his head in the general direction of the voice. Hmm...he's heard that voice before. Tiir! That's it!]

Hey bro.

[This water is nice, but he should probably get out of the fountain, huh?]

[Fortunately for both of them, there is no spontaneous half wing combustion here. Lying pathetically in the fountain gave time for Cielo's Vatheon memories to return.]

Thanks, sis.

[He uses his one good wing to push himself up and stand.]

Funny I ended up back here.

[alsjaldkjadkj she's so relieved. Curaga spells have a nasty habit of turning into Horrible Pain-aga on her. But it looks like this one manages to patch up that wing some more!]

You and Squall. And Serph just the other day. You guys need to stop crash landing in here.

[Her tone is dry and sarcastic, but she's smiling all the same. Now everyone is here, and minus an injury, everything is well! How could she not?]

[Serph too? Ha...perhaps they should rename this fountain.]

I'll try not to in the future, ja?

[But first, the more immediate problem of his wing. Cielo doesn't like having half a wing. It makes him unbalanced along with being incredibly inconvenient. Often, when he returns to human form, he likes to snap the fingers/claws on his left hand.

The hand that is currently missing.

:T

So he'll just have to do without that then, and he returns to human form. If Rinoa was expecting him to only have half an arm, surprise! It's whole and it looks perfectly fine. Cielo looks up towards the bubble's "sky."

It's morning here.]

Hopefully you won't have to again.

[She doesn't want anyone else leaving, darn it. She's had enough of that.

...Cielo, where the hell is your hand? Rinoa's eyes widen when she briefly catches sight of it, or the lack thereof. But before she could say anything or continue to stare in horror, he transforms and ta-da. Hand is returned.

Kind of weird but whatever, she's not complaining.]

So how you been otherwise?

[... Well, at least he's well enough.

Tiir manages a smile as he offers his hand to him.]

It's good to see you—disregarding your condition, of course.

I uh...don't think I can.

[There's kind of a complication regarding that. He'd change the subject so something more cheerful, but there is a distinct lack of cheerful in what he experienced when he was away.]

I'm fine as I can be. Everything we talked about at the masquerade...I know now.

What do you mean? Anyone can go back at any time and be brought back whenever.

[...oh boy.]

You mean with Sera and the Junkyard? What did you learn?

[He takes Tiir's hand and stands up.]

This? Ah, don't you worry, it can be fixed easily.

[A quick revert to human form shows that the limb loss is not permanent!]

Edited 2012-09-15 20:24 (UTC)

[He's going to ignore that first question.]

The reason I can't remember anything more than five years ago? I didn't even exist back then.

I'm an AI. A computer program. Created by Sera.

A... program.

[It's meant to come out as a question, but the shock overrides it.]

You and the others? And the Junkyard?

Me, Serph, Heat, Argilla, and Gale. And everybody else who was in the Junkyard.

[As for the Junkyard...]

It's a virtual world. The war...was just a simulation to create the best possible combat AI.

[But it was real. It was real for him and it was real for everyone else. He looks pretty worked up about it.]

The Nirvana we all wanted, that was just the real world. And that's no good either. Just as bad, though in a different way.

So all of that was just to hone you guys into weapons.

[Her fist curls into a tight ball. Anger, yes, but for her family who were treated like tools. It doesn't matter if they're AI in their world. It doesn't matter if they're AI at all. They're real to her, and they're people with feelings and hopes. Nothing justifies that.]

That's just cruel. [That must be why Sera came to help, she supposes. To help them win the war. But that brings up another question.]

Why would Sera create something like that?

She didn't want to. Serph, Heat, Argilla, and me...she just made us to be her friends that she could play with. She based us off of people she knew and she made a world we could all have fun in.

[He was based off...well, he's pretty sure he was based off that child that one scientist talked about.]

When it was discovered what she did, they forced her to change it into the Junkyard.

[The details are a bit vague, as this is all stuff he's heard from the Roland, other people, and from Serph, but there is one thing Cielo knows and always knew: that Sera loved them deeply.]

It's sad but...I feel a lot better knowing.

[This story is getting worse and more heartbreaking by the minute.]

Poor Sera. It's all just cruel and senseless.

[She really does not like his world at all now. Not one bit. Can she just smuggle him and the others to her world? :c ]

What are you guys going to do now?

[The others, right. Cielo now has a strong urge to see them. He missed them a lot.]

That's something we'll have to decide, ja?

[And discuss things like they should. He would personally be in favor of trying to make the most of their time in Vatheon.

He no longer wants to search for Nirvana. He knows now that Nirvana is not a place you find.]

Right. I'm sure something can be figured out.

[As long as they were all here, together in Vatheon, they'd be fine. She was sure of it.]

I bet the others will be really happy to see you. Want me to walk back with you to the base?

[If only Argilla knew what deja vu was. Because this is definitely it.

...After finding Serph crawling out of the fountain just the other day, she hadn't expected to find someone else, doing essentially the same thing. She'd hoped that Cielo would return, of course but it had taken Serph weeks, so she'd still been waiting. On her way back to the base, her eyes lingered on the fountain instinctively, and that's when she sees him. It's hard to mistake him for anyone else, and she runs to check on him.

Still in her human form.]

Cielo!

[...Her Atma tattoo glows, ready to transform and heal him, but it kind of fades when she notices that he's already healing himself.

She backs up just a couple steps to give him room. And though she desperately wants to ask what happened, she just...lets him breathe, for now.]

Sure, I wouldn't say no to good company, ja?

[A walk will do him good, even if he's still pretty sore all over. Cielo wants to take in Vatheon's scenery on the way to the base.]

[Beam. She likes being good company!]

All righty! Off to the base we go!

[She'll give him a hand out of the fountain first before leading the way to the base, since he still seems a bit beat up.]

[That voice. Argilla! He hadn't heard her since...

Okay, forget pain, forget missing half a wing, forget dying. He's getting up right now. As he does, he reverts back to human form, repairing his lost limb and he very nearly stumbles as he gets out of the fountain to hug Argilla.

Just...hug her. Nothing else.]

[Out of the fountain! Hope nobody minds the bloody water too much...]

Nothing bad happened while I was gone, did it?

Someone was killed. It might have been on the day you left, or the day before.

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