Ignorance is not bliss

I’m going to try to get up kind of early to get replies caught up on corrupt!yumi’s blog. Dystopian!Yumi is already on a hiatus until I get internet at home. Clone!William…well….I’ll try to get some responses done there too if I can if you didn’t know before, you do now - I’m clone!Wiliam’s mun XP. Then these three blogs will be on a very temporary hiatus until i get internet at my new home *squeeee* internet service is weird here. it could be a couple days or a week or so depending on if they have to run lines and whatnot. YAY rural areas…

But yeah…from this point forward until we have internet at home, my posting will be sporadic and probably mostly from my phone (so sorry about formatting). I might need you guys to send me reminders, links and whatnot. And if I don’t get those anons done they might have to wait…

Jeremie slid his glasses up his nose. “Hm, wow, you two really don’t look alike. Wonder how no one caught that.”

"Accident really," Jeremie went to explain. "Long story short, my attempts at working on another program for detecting spectral activity and possibly neutralizing it needed a test subject. Your clone wasn't supposed to be materialized but something bugged up and he appeared."

The clone blinked as he listened. Like William, he too was curious as to his reappearance. But did that mean that the Creator didn't want him back? Did that mean he was going to decommission him again?

"The emergent properties he possessed before are stronger this time around. He's sentient and, I'm not sure I can bring myself to deactivate him again."

The clone blinked at Jeremie. Was he saying what he thought he was? Would he allow the clone to remain? Despite his blank expression, the clone felt his spirits lift. That was until another shot of pain went up his leg. The clone looked down then up at Jeremie.

He started to pace to get out some of that anxious energy. It felt great to be able to hang with someone and have it be totally okay. Not that Creator actually said they could go pick up girls or anything. But he never said they couldn’t, and that made it alright!

He probably needed to explain a lot to the Will Clone. That one didn’t seem to know much, but he could catch on and pick it up, and that was good. Nah. Will Clone could learn on the way. The best teacher was experience, right?

"Kay, so first we gotta pick up some girls." He paused to clarify. " Find some to go out with us on the date." He paused once more before continuing. " Maybe not girls from ‘round Kadic. I don’t know what’s wrong with’em. A lot of’em seem to like slappin’ guys who ask’em on dates." He didn’t mention that he may have said some things to those girls like ‘Oh? That’s your boyfriend? Man girl, what the hell were you thinkin?. You outta lose that lame-o and go with me instead!’

No. That was, what did the humans say? Moronic. Just like he was perhaps. William nodded as he listened letting his other thoughts fade away. The Jer Clone was going to instruct him, to help him. That would be fine.

"So we meet them at the shopping center and ask them to go out on a date..." He was trying to process the information. "Be careful that we don't get slapped. Why would they slap us?"

     ”Hm?” The hum came as the devil thought. Sparda had never given a reason as to why he watched people, besides simply finding them amusing and fascinating at once. 

                   At last, he could not find a reason as to why, so he would show instead. 

     ”Come,” he motioned for the other to come to his side, “Detach yourself from mundane everyday worries, if even for this moment. Watch how others flow about their days. Some stopping to enjoy the pleasures this world has to offer, while some rush through and ignore such.” Ah, yes, Sparda enjoyed people watching, and it was clear in how he spoke of it.

It seemed strange to the clone, but he listened. The man's voice inflections made it sound as though he really did enjoy watching people. William wasn't sure how it could possibly be what he said it was. Then again he was merely a program. Created to fulfill a purpose. To do something. The concept of sitting around and doing nothing but watch was foreign to him and it showed.

But there was also a lot he didn't know. If some humans enjoyed this sort of thing it would be best to try it. To understand it. He was the one who wanted to learn after all.

He moved to Sparda's side and tilted his head slightly and did what he could. A woman stopping to look at a bug the small child with her pointed out. The man that roughly shoved passed another. Responses. Reactions. Things that would be valuable for his own learning. How humans interacted. 

Perhaps this would be useful after all.

But he wasn't supposed to be thinking.

"You understand..." the clone pointed out the obvious. Something he was good at. "How am I supposed to figure out what to do next without programming? Without altering it in some way that allows me that flexibility? Jeremie can't even program me to be more intelligent. I don't think giving me an opportunity to exist outside my programming is an option."

" No no no, not like that. Like. To go out with’em. Like a date. Show’em a good time. Make’em laugh. See those cute faces light up cuz they like us so much."

"Date....this is an activity?" he questioned, starting to understand a bit but not completely. "It involves girls. Making them laugh. That sounds pleasant. Perhaps we should."

At the offer to remain the clone smiled. A legitimate one. Not the emotion he often had to pretend to have in order to fit in. Spending time with his creator was something the clone would never turn down and he was happy that Jeremie seemed interested in letting him stay. It was a nice change of pace for once.

Navigational programs? So, the kid’s fancy GPS was broken. That’s just lovely, but wouldn’t he know the way back, even if just vaguely?

If he really didn’t know the way back, that only gives Dante more reason to help him. If this city was anything like Capulet…—

"Alright," The hunter began, his own set of orbs scanning the area. Good thing he didn’t have anything to really do today, "Guess that means we get to wander till we find it."

The question was a strange one, the clone though. "Yes. I have a name." 

Such a silly question. Perhaps he was not the dumbest one on the planet after all. Who didn't have a name. He was silent for a time while he pondered why the man would ask such a question. There had to be another reason, one he was no picking up on. Tapping his lips as he thought, he found that he could't come up with a reason.

He was only pointing out the obvious…typical behavior for this clone, that and the tendency to take everything literally and misinterpret phrases.

"What the fuck was that!?!"

Jeremie fumbled for his glasses. “Oh hey William. What was what?” William could hear the drowsiness in his voice and it just pissed him off even more. 

"The fucking retarded spectre dressed up as me! What the hell is going on?"

"Hey you look different…"

"Holy fuck! JEREMIE PAY ATTENTION. Answer the goddamn question." William hoped the boy wouldn’t remember what he looked like in the morning. He’d forgotten to cloak his age upon returning to campus.

"That’s your clone."

"No fucking shit. Why is it here?"

"He replaced you while you were captured by XANA."

"New ploy to get attention?" a female was asking another. "The stupidity angle doesn't work now so faking injuries? Pathetic!"

It didn't make sense. He wasn't. Either they couldn't see the bits of data leaking out of his wound as if it were blood or they didn't care. It did not matter to him. The human children weren't who he was looking for. The Creator. That's who he needed. Perhaps he could patch him up.

The walk to the dormitories was slow and painful but he managed. He just needed to talk to the Creator, see if he could fix him. He went to knock when he heard elevated voices. Stress patterns were high. The door made it hard to decipher, but the clone knew that something wasn't right.

Instead of knocking he burst into the room. "Jeremie!" he called. "Are you okay?"

The clone stopped in the doorway and some sensation came over him. It made him want to turn and run. William - the one who had just attacked him was there. The clone blinked and glanced between the boys. "He is not harming you as well is he Jeremie?"

He didn’t know too much about William’s double though, other than it basically did what he did. Acted as a stand-in for the human it resembled.

Now, Creator never did say that it was okay to actually go and hang with this clone anywhere besides around the school, but he never really said not to either.

But when he asked the question of the clone William stopped and thought. "My purpose was to take William's place until they freed him from you," The words were flat but the clone was thinking. "And that has taken place. I...don't know what my purpose is any longer. Or why I have been brought back."

          …Then again, Dante had grown up in a shit hole of a city. A shit hole with even shittier orphanages and people; seeing kids even taking the risk to talk to a stranger put the cambion on alert-mode. Yeah, he’s protective of children that aren’t his— Even if his demon side wants to eat them. Sue him.

He took his time thinking about that question. Unfortunately his creator hadn't seemed to upgraded his navigational programming. Without someone else around, he realized that he was hopelessly lost. Being in the midst of town didn't help matters any. The clone hadn't been outside of Kadic Academy much aside from the factory and, as such, being brought into town was a rare thing.

"No," he finally replied as his eyes scanned the area. "I don't know which way Kadic is from here. I don't come into town and my navigational programs aren't up to speed right now."