#archaicgeists

{ @archaicgeists }

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{ * When did this nostalgia kick creep in? Was it the hues of blue, text on screen with little wingdings to accent and punctuate, a desire to learn the unknown stirring the familiar? }

{ * Is this longing? A rekindling of an old and smothered flame? Who knows. }

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{ * Geist. It’s been a long time. You... I hope you don’t miss my lesser half I’ll be serviceable of some comfort company, even now. }

{ * You know I can’t go back, right...? Not after... everything that’s happened. I can’t. He’s not coming back. }

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{ * There’s a man draped in a black cloak outside an achingly familiar entrance. He’s hesitating. }

{ * It’s been a while since he’s been inside the Void. Truth be told, he avoids the place. Bad blood. Bad memories. No looking back- }

{ * Bullshit. He’s looking the past square in the face right now, openly inviting all those past hurts and cuts into his heart again. Why? Why now? Why couldn’t he just- }

@archaicgeists

* [And off he goes.

Eight lifts himself out of his seat, groaning with the effort. Stiff body. He might not be quite dead yet, but his leg appears to be convinced.

Figment, in Eights field of view, seems to vanish for a moment, returning only when he’s vacated the train carriage he’d been staying in. 

He takes a last glance at Apologys’s home. There’s a sense of finality about it- a place he’ll miss, and the people associated with it, even if he really had been the only one there for a while.

...His thoughts are interrupted by the Cubesy-Clone drifting back into sight. He frowns. ]

YOU’RE GOING THROUGH WITH IT, THEN? AFTER ALL THIS?

* We’re not discussing it.

YOU’RE ONLY TALKING WITH YOURSELF, DEAR.

* Exactly.

* [Any other attempts to speak to Eight are ignored. He has enough on his mind already- as he heads towards the Lich’s voidspace.

He has a request to make. Here’s hoping Geist would grant it- though his expectations aren’t all that high.

...After a long walk, he approaches the space with not a hit of caution. He has no need for it at this point.

The poor fragment has been wandering the void, lost- not many have given him any clues as to who exactly he is, outside of “Gaster” and apparently.. “Nix”? It’s eerily familiar, in any case.

He’s paused, taking a seat on a rock, glancing left and right across the empty black expanse. He’s found a phone in his pocket, and asked if he could meet a fragment named “Geist.” His name sounds so familiar. 

       Could he really say he was doing the right thing as the Lich collected himself in the far room-- an end brought to himself in act of his own... his own hand... 

        The long since cold tea rippled with movement, lifting it to settle the weighty vessel on the olden carved table seated near the broken in fireplace recliner-- he needed to move... he needed to shift his mind, he’d stuck his nose somewhere it didn’t belong, and he knew it-- in the name of helping another, and yet-- 

       And yet... 

       Dull and weighty footsteps carried the man through, risen from the well loved chair, pouring the contents of the untouched mug into the sink and setting the dirtied cup to sit. Brows furrowed and eyes fell shut, hands meeting with the counter and clutching at the sink’s metal edge. 

Tall rock shelf, are you maybe here to help me hurt myself? Miasma sky, would you swallow me alive? Otherwise there is very little you can do for me [x]

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>Sorry, I am rather on edge right now.

>Eh… I was emotionless for a bit… I can’t say I enjoyed it, because well, emotionless, though I did find a use for it. But I certainly wouldn’t want to have stayed that way and… I think considering what he has now, he wouldn’t either.

>You say that as if it is odd to get attached to those he loves? Don’t most of us? Didn’t I feel awful about Tsu, and heck, even about those I only love as friends… I don’t see why this would make him a ‘poor dude’. He loves, despite everything he’s been through, he loves and that is amazing… he deserves pity, but not for that…

>I am working on it… this is a magic anon and should come to an end naturally, currently I’m avoiding forcing anything because we cannot be certain that the usual shard methods apply to these guys! They haven’t even shown interest in eating each other, which is a sign that this might not be handled that way. I need to do more research.

>At least I seem to be on good terms with each one of the shards, perhaps uniting them will help bring a solution, rather than… whatever you lot are doing.

>Forgive my tone, but yes, I do care about both of them and that is why I’m going to be rather snappy and sarcastic.

>I’ve lost an acquaintance due to me trusting a bastard and now cannot get my friend to beep straight…