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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/8/2016 9:42:53 PM
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[spoiler]Heres the bios, just in case you need more info: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/207943233/0/0/1[/spoiler]
Reese tried to think of a way to sum it all up. "Chances are you won't remember what I said right now, as none of this is canonical to our dimension, but I'll tell you anyway. The SHG is an empire that controls several planets in the solar system next to Gydaton's. They're essentially space [url=http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godwin%27s_law]-godwinslaw!-[/url]; they've eliminated an entire native race on one of their conquered planets. They treat their citizens like pawns, only meant for labor and war. Only the people up top there had any sort of rights. For their "war effort", they're constantly taking children away from their family, either to use their skills to make even more weapons of war..." Reese sighed, thinking about the hours of brutal agony in the Academy. "...or to make [i]them[/i] into weapons of war."
Clara looked dismally at the ground, dismally looking in her own reflection in a puddle; she looked different...normal.
"As we're fugitives for escaping such projects, we came to Gytadon, hoping for a better future. Before, we would raid SHG laboratories and assassinate SHG officials alongside several resistances. Each day, I'm always thinking about what we weren't able to do...and the people we were never able to save..."
Reese stared blankly at an empty space, memories jabbing his mind.
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[spoiler]and [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1593741/207504507/0/0/1]this[/url]is mine if you wanna read through it.[/spoiler] Damn, that is sad. Then again, the government that controlled the Underworld wasn't really good either. The past king, my father, Exiled children who were deemed useless, and experimented on children who weren't. Had I not been experimented on, I probably wouldn't have the same abilities. I was made a god and war demon, and was used to destroy universes. Then, after I met Crossbow, he taught me to think, and I revolted, which led to my death.
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"But you're still alive..." Reese stated in a sort of confusion. "...Oh." Clara went over to Mortar and poked his right arm curiously and observantly. "Seems like we have some things in common," Reese noted, not sure if he worded his sentence correctly.
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Well, I am alive. *When Clara pokes Mortar, all she feels is skin, and the flesh and muscle under it* You see, to survive, I possessed an embryo only 3 weeks after it was conceived. Poor kid, it's soul died off because mine was in the way. This body is technically human.
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"Hmm...I wonder how that works," Reese thoughtfully input. "Is it the same thing with Cyan?" Clara gave a small look of curiosity.
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Cyan: Oh, no. I didn't know he could do that. I was exiled as a child because I was deemed useless. A few people found me and took me in, otherworldly I'd be dead. It's been about 32,000 years since then, and I'm the leader of a clan called the Exiled.
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Clara looked toward Cyan; she never knew that about her (neither did Reese), and she didn't look over 32,000 years old. She knows what it's like to be deemed useless; Reese was one of the few people who actually accepted her for who she was. Reese repeated, "32,000 years? Well--I mean, you look very good for your age, but that's kind of a big thing to comprehend--it's not in any way a bad thing or anything; you must have seen...quite a lot." He almost blushed, scratching the back of his head in awkwardness. Trying to change the subject, Reese added: "Wait, if you're 32 thousand years old, and you--" then referring to Mortar "are about 20-something thousand, then that means..." Clara didn't have a mouth, but it was apparent she was laughing.
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*Cyan smiles a little when you blush* Mortar: Yes, I am around twenty thousand, but this body is 32.
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Reese took a look around himself, then contently sighed. Clara's stomach growled again. Reese caught on to that. "Well, that venison isn't gonna prepare itself. If anyone wants, I'll prepare the spices." Clara stretched over to the edge of the roof; she held out her hand to Nekoluga, seeing if he would come along.
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*Nekoluga hops off and walks on Clara's hand* Cyan: Speaking of which, I have to turn it again, so it cooks evenly. *Cyan walks into the back room* Mortar: Yeah, I don't think you'll have anything to worry about here, there are no SHG members here, but I would be wary of Tubbs. He's a nice guy, but LOVES money.
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"Good note to keep in my figurative hand book," Reese thanked. "Well, let's get right to it." He then whispered, "Your sister's single, right (this stays between you and me)?" Clara rolled her eyes and followed Reese and Mortar into the back room, carrying Nekoluga with her. [spoiler]End this chain here?[/spoiler]
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*Mortar looks at you with confusion a moment, then puts on a sly grin* Mortar: yeah, but if you screw up, you WILL get your ass kicked. [spoiler]If you'd like.[/spoiler]
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"Understood." Reese readily acknowledged. Reese, Mortar, and Clara walked into the back room, the back door shutting behind them. [spoiler]I guess I might (there's three others waiting for me to reply anyway). That was pretty cool. :)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. Now all you gotta do is send an invite and hope someone accepts it. That is if you wanna join the group.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I already did; it's still pending.[/spoiler]
