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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 came to with a heaving gasp, and his heart slammed in his chest as he found himself in an enclosed space, the hum of machinery all around him.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Set after season 4.
Uh, general word of warning, this isn't my usual tone.
Woooow, this hurt to write. D:
Thanks todogmatix for the concrit! 8D
Genre: Angst/Family
Word count: 2,092
Status: Work in progress?
M-21 came to with a heaving gasp, and his heart slammed in his chest as he found himself in an enclosed space, the hum of machinery all around him. His head ached as well as other parts of his body, and he could smell blood.
What had happened? Where was he? He couldn't remember and he struggled to calm himself, to even out his breathing as whatever he was lying on suddenly started to slide him out of the machine.
It wasn't doctor Crombell standing at the controls, but that didn't make M-21 feel any better. Why didn't he remember anything? The man was blond, his hair loose and falling past his shoulders, but it was obvious he was another scientist, from his labcoat to the way he wasn't even looking in M-21's direction, his attention more on the readings in front of him.
"Hm?" As if he'd heard his thoughts, the scientist glanced up, sending him a smile and M-21 stilled, trying to appear as compliant as possible.
"Ah, good, you're awake; the others will be glad."
Others...? More scientists. M-21 closed his eyes briefly before swinging himself upright - or, he would have, if the scientist hadn't placed a hand on his shoulder, signalling him to stop. He flinched, not sure what he'd done wrong.
"Rest for now," the scientist murmured. "You were injured heavily in that fight, and even with your healing ability, you're going to be feeling weak for a while."
Didn't he always? But M-21 held his tongue. And where was M-24? He wasn't in sight, but M-21 couldn't ask, so he could only hope that his comrade was all right.
The door on the other side of the labroom hissed open, and the scientist turned to glance over his shoulder. "Ah, excellent timing," the scientist said, sounding a lot warmer to whoever had entered. "He'll be fine so long as you don't do anything strenuous."
"We can do that," was the light reply, and M-21 didn't recognise the new person's voice. "Counterstrike?"
M-21 didn't know what that was, but he was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.
"So long as you don't cheat," a second voice said, sounding indifferent.
"Hey, I do not cheat," the first voice huffed, "do I, M-21?"
M-21 blinked, startled at being referred to. And shit, how was he supposed to answer that?
The scientist moved away just then, and M-21 could finally see the two men who had been talking. On the right was a black-haired man, who had a white stripe that ran partially through it, while the man on the left had long purple hair that was tied back in a ponytail. They weren't dressed like scientists, but they didn't look like agents either.
They were passingly familiar though, and M-21's breath caught in his throat as he realised why they were. DA-5. If the reports he'd read were accurate, then the black-haired man was Tao, the hacker, and the purple-haired man was Takeo, the sniper. What were they doing here - and why were they acting as if they knew him?
Takeo and Tao were still looking at him, and M-21 belatedly realised he still hadn't answered Tao's question.
Tao snickered, waving a hand, coming closer. "Ah, it's fine. We'll play when you feel up to it."
"If," Takeo corrected with a shake of his head. "You cheat."
There was something far too wrong with this situation, and all M-21 could do was stare as they approached.
Tao peered down at him, a small -teasing?- grin on his lips. "Jeez, M-21, say something - you look like you don't recognise us or something."
"A-ah." But, he didn't.
That made Takeo and Tao's gazes sharpen and he twitched, not wanting their attentions on him.
"Boss?" Tao demanded, both Takeo and Tao whirling towards the scientist for answers.
The scientist frowned (and how was he DA-5's creator?), watching him closely. "M-21," he said carefully, "what's the last thing you remember?"
The last thing he remembered? That would be... "We had just been given orders to go to South Korea."
"'W-'." Tao sucked in a breath, his eyes wide, and M-21's heart clenched. He had accidently been informal, not saying M-24's name, and with everything that was happening, he should have been paying attention but that reaction... No. He couldn't.
"Where-" he choked out before he cut himself off, turning his face away, clenching his hands into fists, trying to keep his shaking to a minimum. He couldn't ask. He had no right to.
"M-21..."
"Tao, Takeo, if you could leave us for now?"
"A-ah, right, Boss."
"Sir."
M-21 heard their shoes clicking on the tiles, and he didn't move when the door hissed shut, trying to keep as tight a control on his emotions as possible.
The scientist breathed a sigh. "I'd ask you what questions you have, but you won't ask them, will you?" There was a short pause. "Well, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Frankenstein, and I have absolutely no affiliation with the Union."
He was finding it difficult to breathe through his closed throat, but he could still hear perfectly. That didn't make any sense. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he - What had happened to -
"You have been living here for the last number of months, and as for M-24... You already know the answer."
Yes, he did. Somehow he did.
Doctor Frankenstein didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I can show you to your room, if you wish."
...He had a choice? No, that had to be a lie. A test to see what he would do. But if doctor Frankenstein was telling the truth... Maybe he would try out just how far the leash went. Later. Once he could think straight.
"I - yes," he said, hating the shake in his voice, how weak he sounded.
"If you'll follow me."
M-21 swung himself upright on the table, pushing past his pounding headache, the dizziness, the ache in his shoulder, and the other shredding ache in his heart. He slid off the table and trailed after doctor Frankenstein, trying to keep his head up when all he wanted to do was numb his mind and not think. But he had to stay sharp; if this was a trap, a test…
The shiny pristine lab walls gave way to a spacious house, but there was something in the air that M-21 couldn't place that...put him at ease somewhat, and he couldn't help but feel wary about that. There were drugs in the air? Was that how he had been kept here? But he would have known, if he noticed it now, if he really had been here for several months already.
They went up a flight of stairs, and doctor Frankenstein led him to one of the doors. "This is your room," doctor Frankenstein informed him, watching him for a second. "We'll be downstairs, if you need anything."
M-21 watched him leave, waiting until he was gone from sight before approaching his door. It swung open easily, and M-21 stepped in, closing it behind him.
The room was spacious just like the rest of the house, far more spacious than he had ever had at the Union. At first glance, it looked untouched, but there were signs of it being lived in - a drawer that hadn't been completely closed, a suit that was draped over the foot of the bed. And a mobile sitting on the table, a set of keys next to it.
He would investigate that later. Because all he was going to do was curl up on the bed and try his hardest not to think about M-24.
* * *
"Boss!"
Tao and Takeo were on their feet when Frankenstein entered the living room, while everyone else was seated around the table. He nodded to them, waving for them to sit. They did after a moment's hesitation, but Tao's restless energy couldn't be contained, his fingers constantly drumming on his knee.
"How is he?"
"He's...how I remember him being when he first entered this house," Frankenstein said, picking his words with care. Wary, unsure of himself and hurting. "At the moment, he's resting in his room; I haven't re-examined him yet, so I don't have any conclusions for how or why this happened but..." Seeing how his amnesia had occurred just after their battle with the Union agents, there was probably a connection between them.
"We'll see in the morning if this is temporary or permanent," he continued, seeing the acknowledging nods around the table, "and what M-21 decides." There wasn't much else they could do apart from that.
* * *
M-21's head was still hurting when the morning sun woke up him, the headache beating in time with his heart, but it was less than it had been the day before. His body also felt better, healing at a far faster rate than what he was used to. Which...was proving that doctor Frankenstein had been telling the truth when he had said it had been several months since he had first arrived here.
Taking a breath, M-21 rose to his feet and went to pick up the mobile. It wasn't familiar to him, something he hadn't seen before, but his fingers knew what to do, unlocking it without a problem. The date that flashed up at him made him pause as he ran his fingers over the scratches, the signs of wear. That was something that could easily be manipulated though.
The call records were the first thing M-21 checked, and while he didn't recognise the names...he felt as if he did as well. The records went back months, and when M-21 searched for the contacts list, he could see Tao's and Takeo's pictures next to the unfamiliar names. Fake names... There were six names altogether in the list (none of which were M-24), each one with a picture next to it and M-21 stared at each one, but while he recognised three of them, he didn't know them.
The last thing M-21 looked at were the messages. 'Hey, we'll be out in a couple of minutes.' 'Something's happening at KSA. Again.' 'Can you buy milk too? Forgot to put that on the list.' There was an argument that involved insulting his own and 'Regis'' hair.
They didn't seem like the things he would send, and maybe this was all an elaborate lie created by doctor Crombell, but at the same time... He sighed, setting the phone down.
M-21 wanted to dig around some more, but his body demanded food just then, and after a second's deliberation, he left the room.
Finding the kitchen wasn't hard (his body knew where it was), and M-21's hands wandered towards certain cabinets. He let them, wondering what he would end up eating.
He lifted his head when he heard the door open, and saw...'Rai' enter the room.
M-21 just watched him as he puttered around the tea machine, ignoring his presence.
He wasn't entirely sure if he should greet him, or wait until 'Rai' said something first (and hope 'Rai' told him his real name), but the situation was solved when 'Rai' began to talk as the tea machine started up.
"If you can't remember us," 'Rai' said softly, "trust what your heart tells you."
A-ah? M-21 was left standing there as 'Rai' then left with his cup of tea.
Trust what his heart told him? It told him he hurt but... He hadn't felt a single shred of unease the entire time he had been here, not the deep-pitted kind he was used to at the Union. He'd thought that had been because of drugs, but he knew the tang and bite they left in his nose and system, and that wasn't what he was smelling here. This was...
Home.
That was what his heart was telling him.
M-21 stared down at the ramen packets his hands had picked out, his fingers playing with one of the corners. This was his home? Then, what did that make the other people who lived here?
Comrades.
Family.
His stomach clenched at the thought of calling anyone else his comrades, but…that was what his heart wanted to call them. What he had maybe been calling them before he had lost his memories. It would explain why they had looked so affected by his loss.
M-21 sucked in a breath, shaking his head. If these people really were his comrades, then…he would try to trust them. That was what his heart wanted him to do.
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Written for the prompt, 'If you can't remember, trust your heart over your mind.'
Jeez, writing wary!unsure!M-21 is weird after everything I've been writing lately.
Aaaaand this is why I write domestic, fluffy stuff all the time for this fandom.
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Summary: M-21 came to with a heaving gasp, and his heart slammed in his chest as he found himself in an enclosed space, the hum of machinery all around him.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Set after season 4.
Uh, general word of warning, this isn't my usual tone.
Woooow, this hurt to write. D:
Thanks to
dogmatix for the concrit! 8DGenre: Angst/Family
Word count: 2,092
Status: Work in progress?
M-21 came to with a heaving gasp, and his heart slammed in his chest as he found himself in an enclosed space, the hum of machinery all around him. His head ached as well as other parts of his body, and he could smell blood.
What had happened? Where was he? He couldn't remember and he struggled to calm himself, to even out his breathing as whatever he was lying on suddenly started to slide him out of the machine.
It wasn't doctor Crombell standing at the controls, but that didn't make M-21 feel any better. Why didn't he remember anything? The man was blond, his hair loose and falling past his shoulders, but it was obvious he was another scientist, from his labcoat to the way he wasn't even looking in M-21's direction, his attention more on the readings in front of him.
"Hm?" As if he'd heard his thoughts, the scientist glanced up, sending him a smile and M-21 stilled, trying to appear as compliant as possible.
"Ah, good, you're awake; the others will be glad."
Others...? More scientists. M-21 closed his eyes briefly before swinging himself upright - or, he would have, if the scientist hadn't placed a hand on his shoulder, signalling him to stop. He flinched, not sure what he'd done wrong.
"Rest for now," the scientist murmured. "You were injured heavily in that fight, and even with your healing ability, you're going to be feeling weak for a while."
Didn't he always? But M-21 held his tongue. And where was M-24? He wasn't in sight, but M-21 couldn't ask, so he could only hope that his comrade was all right.
The door on the other side of the labroom hissed open, and the scientist turned to glance over his shoulder. "Ah, excellent timing," the scientist said, sounding a lot warmer to whoever had entered. "He'll be fine so long as you don't do anything strenuous."
"We can do that," was the light reply, and M-21 didn't recognise the new person's voice. "Counterstrike?"
M-21 didn't know what that was, but he was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.
"So long as you don't cheat," a second voice said, sounding indifferent.
"Hey, I do not cheat," the first voice huffed, "do I, M-21?"
M-21 blinked, startled at being referred to. And shit, how was he supposed to answer that?
The scientist moved away just then, and M-21 could finally see the two men who had been talking. On the right was a black-haired man, who had a white stripe that ran partially through it, while the man on the left had long purple hair that was tied back in a ponytail. They weren't dressed like scientists, but they didn't look like agents either.
They were passingly familiar though, and M-21's breath caught in his throat as he realised why they were. DA-5. If the reports he'd read were accurate, then the black-haired man was Tao, the hacker, and the purple-haired man was Takeo, the sniper. What were they doing here - and why were they acting as if they knew him?
Takeo and Tao were still looking at him, and M-21 belatedly realised he still hadn't answered Tao's question.
Tao snickered, waving a hand, coming closer. "Ah, it's fine. We'll play when you feel up to it."
"If," Takeo corrected with a shake of his head. "You cheat."
There was something far too wrong with this situation, and all M-21 could do was stare as they approached.
Tao peered down at him, a small -teasing?- grin on his lips. "Jeez, M-21, say something - you look like you don't recognise us or something."
"A-ah." But, he didn't.
That made Takeo and Tao's gazes sharpen and he twitched, not wanting their attentions on him.
"Boss?" Tao demanded, both Takeo and Tao whirling towards the scientist for answers.
The scientist frowned (and how was he DA-5's creator?), watching him closely. "M-21," he said carefully, "what's the last thing you remember?"
The last thing he remembered? That would be... "We had just been given orders to go to South Korea."
"'W-'." Tao sucked in a breath, his eyes wide, and M-21's heart clenched. He had accidently been informal, not saying M-24's name, and with everything that was happening, he should have been paying attention but that reaction... No. He couldn't.
"Where-" he choked out before he cut himself off, turning his face away, clenching his hands into fists, trying to keep his shaking to a minimum. He couldn't ask. He had no right to.
"M-21..."
"Tao, Takeo, if you could leave us for now?"
"A-ah, right, Boss."
"Sir."
M-21 heard their shoes clicking on the tiles, and he didn't move when the door hissed shut, trying to keep as tight a control on his emotions as possible.
The scientist breathed a sigh. "I'd ask you what questions you have, but you won't ask them, will you?" There was a short pause. "Well, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Frankenstein, and I have absolutely no affiliation with the Union."
He was finding it difficult to breathe through his closed throat, but he could still hear perfectly. That didn't make any sense. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he - What had happened to -
"You have been living here for the last number of months, and as for M-24... You already know the answer."
Yes, he did. Somehow he did.
Doctor Frankenstein didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I can show you to your room, if you wish."
...He had a choice? No, that had to be a lie. A test to see what he would do. But if doctor Frankenstein was telling the truth... Maybe he would try out just how far the leash went. Later. Once he could think straight.
"I - yes," he said, hating the shake in his voice, how weak he sounded.
"If you'll follow me."
M-21 swung himself upright on the table, pushing past his pounding headache, the dizziness, the ache in his shoulder, and the other shredding ache in his heart. He slid off the table and trailed after doctor Frankenstein, trying to keep his head up when all he wanted to do was numb his mind and not think. But he had to stay sharp; if this was a trap, a test…
The shiny pristine lab walls gave way to a spacious house, but there was something in the air that M-21 couldn't place that...put him at ease somewhat, and he couldn't help but feel wary about that. There were drugs in the air? Was that how he had been kept here? But he would have known, if he noticed it now, if he really had been here for several months already.
They went up a flight of stairs, and doctor Frankenstein led him to one of the doors. "This is your room," doctor Frankenstein informed him, watching him for a second. "We'll be downstairs, if you need anything."
M-21 watched him leave, waiting until he was gone from sight before approaching his door. It swung open easily, and M-21 stepped in, closing it behind him.
The room was spacious just like the rest of the house, far more spacious than he had ever had at the Union. At first glance, it looked untouched, but there were signs of it being lived in - a drawer that hadn't been completely closed, a suit that was draped over the foot of the bed. And a mobile sitting on the table, a set of keys next to it.
He would investigate that later. Because all he was going to do was curl up on the bed and try his hardest not to think about M-24.
"Boss!"
Tao and Takeo were on their feet when Frankenstein entered the living room, while everyone else was seated around the table. He nodded to them, waving for them to sit. They did after a moment's hesitation, but Tao's restless energy couldn't be contained, his fingers constantly drumming on his knee.
"How is he?"
"He's...how I remember him being when he first entered this house," Frankenstein said, picking his words with care. Wary, unsure of himself and hurting. "At the moment, he's resting in his room; I haven't re-examined him yet, so I don't have any conclusions for how or why this happened but..." Seeing how his amnesia had occurred just after their battle with the Union agents, there was probably a connection between them.
"We'll see in the morning if this is temporary or permanent," he continued, seeing the acknowledging nods around the table, "and what M-21 decides." There wasn't much else they could do apart from that.
M-21's head was still hurting when the morning sun woke up him, the headache beating in time with his heart, but it was less than it had been the day before. His body also felt better, healing at a far faster rate than what he was used to. Which...was proving that doctor Frankenstein had been telling the truth when he had said it had been several months since he had first arrived here.
Taking a breath, M-21 rose to his feet and went to pick up the mobile. It wasn't familiar to him, something he hadn't seen before, but his fingers knew what to do, unlocking it without a problem. The date that flashed up at him made him pause as he ran his fingers over the scratches, the signs of wear. That was something that could easily be manipulated though.
The call records were the first thing M-21 checked, and while he didn't recognise the names...he felt as if he did as well. The records went back months, and when M-21 searched for the contacts list, he could see Tao's and Takeo's pictures next to the unfamiliar names. Fake names... There were six names altogether in the list (none of which were M-24), each one with a picture next to it and M-21 stared at each one, but while he recognised three of them, he didn't know them.
The last thing M-21 looked at were the messages. 'Hey, we'll be out in a couple of minutes.' 'Something's happening at KSA. Again.' 'Can you buy milk too? Forgot to put that on the list.' There was an argument that involved insulting his own and 'Regis'' hair.
They didn't seem like the things he would send, and maybe this was all an elaborate lie created by doctor Crombell, but at the same time... He sighed, setting the phone down.
M-21 wanted to dig around some more, but his body demanded food just then, and after a second's deliberation, he left the room.
Finding the kitchen wasn't hard (his body knew where it was), and M-21's hands wandered towards certain cabinets. He let them, wondering what he would end up eating.
He lifted his head when he heard the door open, and saw...'Rai' enter the room.
M-21 just watched him as he puttered around the tea machine, ignoring his presence.
He wasn't entirely sure if he should greet him, or wait until 'Rai' said something first (and hope 'Rai' told him his real name), but the situation was solved when 'Rai' began to talk as the tea machine started up.
"If you can't remember us," 'Rai' said softly, "trust what your heart tells you."
A-ah? M-21 was left standing there as 'Rai' then left with his cup of tea.
Trust what his heart told him? It told him he hurt but... He hadn't felt a single shred of unease the entire time he had been here, not the deep-pitted kind he was used to at the Union. He'd thought that had been because of drugs, but he knew the tang and bite they left in his nose and system, and that wasn't what he was smelling here. This was...
Home.
That was what his heart was telling him.
M-21 stared down at the ramen packets his hands had picked out, his fingers playing with one of the corners. This was his home? Then, what did that make the other people who lived here?
Comrades.
Family.
His stomach clenched at the thought of calling anyone else his comrades, but…that was what his heart wanted to call them. What he had maybe been calling them before he had lost his memories. It would explain why they had looked so affected by his loss.
M-21 sucked in a breath, shaking his head. If these people really were his comrades, then…he would try to trust them. That was what his heart wanted him to do.
Written for the prompt, 'If you can't remember, trust your heart over your mind.'
Jeez, writing wary!unsure!M-21 is weird after everything I've been writing lately.
Aaaaand this is why I write domestic, fluffy stuff all the time for this fandom.
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Date: Nov. 16th, 2012 03:30 pm (UTC)Suggestion or the first bit? Before Tao and Takeo have their names said by Frankenstein, and since this is from M-21's POV, don't use their names? It reads like M-21's already remembered them there, for me.
Also, M-21 doesn't come across as particularly paranoid. Unsure definitely, paranoid no. ^^;;;; It could just be that I'd expect someone (like Cloud or Sephiroth, but then they've had really bad experiences with lab coats) to be extra paranoid in that situation, possibly to the extent of ignoring what their heart/emotions are trying to say, since he'd be aware that drugs can affect emotions, and who knows what kind of stuff they were doing to him before he woke up. I half-expected him to pull a runner, to test the apparent freedom he has by leaving and seeing what they do. Then again, I'm still not terribly familiar with this fandom, so, er, take my opinion with a grain of salt? ^^;;;;;;;
Liked the fic :D
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Date: Nov. 16th, 2012 04:34 pm (UTC)Haha, that part was intentional - M-21 knew the DA-5 team from, uh, either rumours or research, enough to recognise their members and place their names to each one before he'd met them in person.
"Also, M-21 doesn't come across as particularly paranoid."
Ah, point. 'Very wary'?
"to be extra paranoid in that situation, possibly to the extent of ignoring what their heart/emotions are trying to say, since he'd be aware that drugs can affect emotions, and who knows what kind of stuff they were doing to him before he woke up"
Aaaand I'm going to ramble this one out. XD
M-21's aware of mind control (M-24 had a vague ability with it) and if you heard the person's voice, your body moves on its own. It's fightable though, with enough practice and awareness (M-24's was, at least). On the other hand, he finds out later that the stronger version can be used to wipe memories/mess with memories, but this M-21 doesn't know that yet.
There's also the fact that M-21 doesn't have his memories of his life prior to waking up in the Union lab... So he knows that his memories can be manipulated. But so far as I can recall, his emotions haven't deliberately been, but yeah, drugs wouldn't have been fun on the other hand... *muses some more*
"I half-expected him to pull a runner, to test the apparent freedom he has"
This M-21/M-21 in the past pretty much tried to appear as much as a doormat to scientists as possible, so not to draw attention to himself/himself and M-24. If they did, it usually meant more tests and checks and if that happened, it might be found out that their bodies were in slightly better condition that the scientists thought and then they would have been locked up in a lab again, being examined all over again. XD; So, yeah, not trying to cause any trouble straight away, especially since he needs to recover from finding out about M-24. D: But he'll be testing things a little bit once he gets his bearings. And on the other hand, I should poke the fic a bit to make that clearer. :3
jldfkjads Thank youuu! :D
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Date: Nov. 18th, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)Tao peered down at him, a small -teasing?- grin on his lips. "Jeez, M-21, say something - you look like you don't recognise us or something."
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"Boss?" Tao demanded, both Takeo and Tao whirling towards the scientist for answers.
Immediately, they look toward Frankenstein for answers! klasdj;a
My name is Frankenstein, and I have absolutely no affiliation with the Union."
Yeah, I suppose it's important to state right away that he has no affiliation with the Union. Though will M-21 be able to trust Frankenstein's declaration that easily?
as for M-24... You already know the answer
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but all these assumptions!...He had a choice? No, that had to be a lie.
Ahhhhhhh.
sdkla;s Drugs in the air. NO THERE AREN'T. Maybe the smell of ramen. And snacks. And tea. But those smells probably wouldn't linger long. I bet Frankenstein has a good air circulation system... Anyway, not the point. XD;; Nooo, M-21. ;__; Everything is going to be suspicious to him now, isn't it...
Because all he was going to do was curl up on the bed and try his hardest not to think about M-24.
;__; (Though in a sense, it's...good? That he's grieving. I don't think he grieved enough before. But that might just be me remembering things incorrectly, and it's probably because he had the kids to think about and a new life to settle into where people might actually care about him. Now, he doesn't have any of that...his only connection is gone, ahhhhh, and he doesn't even know how it happened, haldjfla).
Awww, the mundane messages on his phone. ;__;
Oh, his body still remembers where things are.
Interesting that he's learned names from his contact list, even though he thinks they're code names or fake names.
"If you can't remember us," 'Rai' said softly, "trust what your heart tells you."
Ahh, so Rai says the line from the prompt. 8D
Trust what his heart told him? It told him he hurt but...
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Home. ♥
Yeaaah, that last part was making me teary-eyed. My responses = mostly keysmashing. kasldjfa;sd
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Date: Nov. 20th, 2012 09:46 pm (UTC)Did so much rereading for this. @__@ I've forgotten so much!
"Immediately, they look toward Frankenstein for answers"
Of course. XDDD
"Though will M-21 be able to trust Frankenstein's declaration that easily?"
Haaaahaha. XD;;;;
"Maybe the smell of ramen. And snacks. And tea"
<3
"But those smells probably wouldn't linger long"
Maybe if they had just been cooked/opened/brewed...
"Everything is going to be suspicious to him now, isn't it..."
...Haha. Juuuust a bit. orz
"Though in a sense, it's...good? That he's grieving. I don't think he grieved enough before."
Yeeeah, I think we only really had that shot of him crying over M-24's death spot, and then Crombell came back to investigate and the Infected got the upgrade...
"Now, he doesn't have any of that...his only connection is gone"
I didn't realise just how much Frankenstein was already supporting M-21 even way back then. ;___; Even with him and M-21 antagonising each other, I sooort of felt as if Frankenstein was doing it to make sure M-21 didn't withdraw into himself too much? But I'm biased and was reading in a non-linear order so. XD;; But now everyone's taking a step back to give him space and *clutches at head* Whatever they do, it's going to go/be bad, pretty much, auuuugh.
M-21 does need something to distract himself with and...I think the maybe!plot I had for way later just got shoved forward. orz
"Awww, the mundane messages on his phone. ;__;"
I had some fun with that. XD;;
"Ahh, so Rai says the line from the prompt. 8D"
8D Yep!
"My responses = mostly keysmashing."
Pfft, that's pretty much the same back with your fics. XDDD