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Post by syco on Aug 7, 2011 4:33:48 GMT
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Post by giga on Aug 7, 2011 12:36:31 GMT
Is this for melee style, clown?
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 7, 2011 12:46:38 GMT
No sir. This is about the things he can do with his brain. As a male, Titus is already versatile. You can focus on that, or move a little towards the heavy hitting but mentally exhausting style your mom has.
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Post by giga on Aug 7, 2011 12:50:23 GMT
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Focus on what we're already good at.
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Post by overtninja on Aug 7, 2011 14:29:32 GMT
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Post by dragonfantasy on Aug 7, 2011 16:34:45 GMT
A, wonder what mom's reaction will be...
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 7, 2011 20:21:18 GMT
As you feel yourself being handed off, you instinctually reach for your father, quickly withdrawing your arms when a pang of guilt hits you in the chest. Emotions are still quite mysterious to you, but there's no mistake that an action like that would hurt your mother's feelings.
"Ah, I guess he's not done with you yet," your mother says, smiling genuinely. Such a relief.
"You know how it is, Kara. There are enough little girls running around here as things are," your father comforts. His words you find lacking, but the emotion behind them carries a lot of weight. It's fascinating. Emotions are different from all of this information running through your head.
"I know," she replies positively. "Just don't suffocate our baby."
"You said 'our'," Malduin realizes out loud.
"You always get hung up over words..." Kara sighs.
"I know, I know," he replies. "Anyway, the little one is about to pass out. We'll see you in the morning."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh!" he says, making his way to your mother. He kisses her forehead before turning away.
"Baby?"
"Yes?"
"The afterbirth..." she sighs. "Unless it's supposed to keep me warm while I sleep alone on the couch tonight..."
"Oh, right..." he stumbles. He holds you to his chest with one arm and gets ready to snap the fingers on his free hand. You crane your neck to witness the nasty spillage cease to exist. That's not all. The sweat on your mother's brow is gone too.
"Thank you, 'eraser'," your mother teases.
"For the last time, it's 'relocating', not 'erasing'," he complains.
"Yeah, yeah," she smirks.
"Good night, my little shit stirrer," he replies. And that's the last thing you remember before waking up and climbing out of bed. Wait... you just climbed out of bed. You seem a little higher off the ground, too. You turn to face your father, who is watching intently.
"How did I..."
"Grow?"
"Disregard that question..." you suggest. "What good is a big mind in an infant's body?"
"It was that thought in the back of your mind that triggered the growth," he explains. "In five months, you'll likely be fully grown. For most, it takes two years."
"You know a lot about this, father," you observe.
"Of course. The gift is genetic, after all."
"Mother?"
"Her too," he says proudly. "Our family makes up three of the four 'gifted' here under what the humans used to call 'the U.K.'"
"The other is a little girl, isn't she?" you ask.
Your father's proud face grows even prouder. He replies, "You heard her thinking, didn't you? She's pretty much the same age as you... would you like to meet her?"
A. Yes B. No
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Post by dragonfantasy on Aug 7, 2011 20:36:13 GMT
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Post by giga on Aug 7, 2011 20:41:18 GMT
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Post by Yushinoki on Aug 7, 2011 21:03:51 GMT
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Post by overtninja on Aug 8, 2011 1:16:49 GMT
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Post by syco on Aug 8, 2011 1:24:16 GMT
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Post by xTacticalSniper on Aug 8, 2011 3:05:40 GMT
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 8, 2011 4:27:14 GMT
"Badly," you admit. To meet another person going through the same changes you are would be amazing. You already know a little about her. She was born only twenty-seven minutes after you were, her eyes are blue, her hair is black, her horns are far shorter than your father's(your horns have emerged as well, you note), on a relative scale, of course, and countour her skull. Her father, the third and final male underneath this particular country, is named Locas. Her mother is Louise.
"Follow me," your father offers. You're more than happy to, but you know the way. Because he does, right? You pass through the living room, laughing a little at your mother's unfeminine snoring along the way. Your father opens the door to a labyrinth of hallways. Seeing them with your own eyes, you suddenly feel like you've walked down them so many times. You know where each of them leads, as opposed to just the one leading to the girl's home. You follow your father down that particular stone corridor until you reach your destination. As if he expected company, Locas opens the door as you approach. Your father can relay information by simply thinking, you realize.
"Welcome, Malduin," Locas says respectfully. "And welcome, little -"
Before he could finish his sentence, you were being whisked off by little hands. When your kidnapper is safely away from the others, she releases your arm, smiles widely, and warmly greets, "I'm excited to meet you,
Default: Titus
A. Good enough B. Edit
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Post by overtninja on Aug 8, 2011 5:04:35 GMT
A. I'm not good with names so I can't think of anything better.
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Post by syco on Aug 8, 2011 12:04:52 GMT
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 8, 2011 20:19:28 GMT
"I'm excited to meet you, Titus!"
"It's good to meet you too, Lilith," you reply with equal excitement.
"Did you know that you and I will be taking special classes together?"
"I do now," you reply.
"All the other girls are -oh, sorry- all the other children in school are way older than us!"
"We have a gift," you remind.
"My father says that those with our gift are the next step in our evolutionary process. We're commonly accepted as a completely different species. That makes us kind of like family, doesn't it?" she asks, her inflexion clearly begging you to agree.
"It does," you oblige, to her immediate satisfaction. "By the way, what could we possibly learn in a school that we don't already know? Emotions?"
"Creation," she almost whispers. This is a clear point of interest for her. Your mind makes it evident that even the 'ungifted' can, somehow, create something from nothing.
"Impossible..." you think aloud.
"I can't wrap my head around it either, but it's clearly possible. You witnessed your father relocate matter, didn't you?" she asks. And that you surely did. How? Did he just... think about it hard enough?
"Even so, isn't moving something a different matter than creating something?" you ponder. Her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, and upon realizing this, an upset look comes over her face.
"Why are you asking me?" she cries. "You were born first; shouldn't you be the one answering the questions?"
"My parents didn't bother to tell me things I would have found out on my own anyway," you realize aloud. Immediately, you wish you could retract your statement. If someone said something condescending about your parents, you know you'd be upset. "I'm sorry."
She looks at you, puzzled, and asks, "Sorry for what?"
"Don't you feel... upset?" you ask, now equally puzzled.
"Upset? My parents <I>do</I> only tell me things I'm already going to learn in no time at all. Isn't that what parents do?"
No, mine taught me a lot more than that, you want to say. This girl's parents felt nothing when she was born? You learned emotion by witnessing it first hand. Was there something wrong with Lillith that made her unreceptive to the emotions of others? No, she's the gifted one. Her parents are inferior.
"Titus," she begins, regaining your attention. "Your parents aren't... afraid of you?"
So that's what it is. It <I>is</I> a parent's instinct to love his or her child. Lillith's parents are failures. "No."
"I pretty much already knew," she admits sadly. "That's why I want to be in <I>your</I> family."
"You already are," your father's voice calls as he approaches. That's right. Anything you could figure out on your own is likely old news to him. He wouldn't let this child go... unloved. "You'll be staying with us from now on, Lilith."
"Thank you," she says, appreciation evident in her voice and on her face. She looks to you excitedly. You smile endearingly. You'll play your part in her happiness as well.
"So, Lillith," Malduin begins enthusiastically, "Locas tells me you're excited to start your classes."
"Very much so," she replies, responding to your father's positive atmosphere.
"Are you two ready to go now, or would you like to explore the city for a little while, first?"
A. Learn creation B. Explore the city a little with your new sister
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Post by syco on Aug 8, 2011 20:58:16 GMT
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 8, 2011 23:54:16 GMT
Syco, if you're wondering, most are voting from the con2 board. Your vote is still counted here, though
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Post by syco on Aug 9, 2011 0:07:22 GMT
Ahh, whats the link someclown?
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Post by Yushinoki on Aug 9, 2011 0:15:42 GMT
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Post by syco on Aug 9, 2011 0:42:00 GMT
Thanks
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 9, 2011 5:24:06 GMT
"I'm ready now," you decide.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" Lilith exclaims.
"Eager to learn!" your father observes proudly. "I like that. Follow me, little ones." The two of you happily obey. You take note that Lilith's parents are nowhere to be found. Hiding in the back instead of facing the daughter they gave away. It's pathetic, but it's of no consequence anymore. You follow your father into the labyrinth, and you're with him until he passes the hallway to the schoolground.
"Father," you say, tugging at his coattail. "I was almost positive that that was the way to the school. Could I have been mistaken?"
"You're exactly right," your father reassures. "But, there's nothing for you there. I'm going to teach you two personally."
"Wow!" you and Lilith say in unison. You get the feeling she is saying it for a different reason. She continues, "Lessons from the lord himself... we'll have this down in no time!"
The lord. Your brain quickly opens the file on 'lords'. The lord is essentially the understood leader of your entire people. Your silly father? Clearly, there is a lot more to him than meets the eye. Finally, you reach home. Your mother, who has just finished clearing up the living room, greets you all warmly. "Welcome back, you two," she says. She sets her eyes upon Lilith, her face showing the same love displayed when she looks at you. "And welcome home, sweetheart."
Lilith blushes intensely. Before she can think of something to say, the two of you are scooped up in a gentle embrace. Your mother promptly releases you and says, "Okay, they're all yours, Malduin," before walking into the bedroom. Your father pulls up a chair in front of the couch and motions for you to sit on said couch. You and your sister obey.
"Alright, you two. As you know, the ability to create is a wonderful gift to all of our people. However, the power to create is nearly useless to some. I'm going to teach you what you need to know to create effectively. In fact, I predict that both of you will successfully create something before the night is over."
"R-really?" Lilith asks.
"As enthusiastic as you are, I don't see why not," he compliments. A nice vote of confidence, but this whole thing still feels... unlikely.
"Let's start with your emotions," your father says. "Emotions are proof that most living beings are not only capable of creating, they actually do so often. If you put together a collection of living creatures who all feel the same emotion, you can actually measure it in the atmosphere."
It's no longer so illogical. These fascinating emotions have literally been created by you. Intangible, now tangible. If you can harness these mysterious feelings, you feel like you can do just about anything. You regret having doubted your father.
"Surely, this information should erase any cynicism from your mind. This is key, as disbelief will result in one-hundred percent failure. Believe, and feel. Any questions?"
Silence. You wait intently for him to continue.
"Of course not," he laughs. "I knew better than to ask. Anyway, tonight's subject is 'primal creation'. It's the most basic, and weakest form of creation, but it's a necessary stepping stone. Specifically, primal creation is the mimicry of inanimate objects that exist in nature. The majority of our kind concentrate on combustion, for example. Fire isn't the only thing you can reenact the creation of, but whatever you choose to create, you should stick with that alone. There's not much sense in finding a hundred different ways to get your point across. As you advance in the creation of a single thing, your 'third eye' will struggle to awaken. If you toil in the basics of multiple forms of primal creation, your eye will become lax. Why don't you two go ahead and decide on what form you want to concentrate on?"
A. Create fire B. Create lightning C. Create minerals and metals D. Create air E. Create water
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Post by giga on Aug 9, 2011 15:43:59 GMT
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If I vote here and in GFAQs it counts as two votes, right? Right?
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Post by someclown911 on Aug 9, 2011 19:59:19 GMT
When did you come under the impression that your votes aren't already counted twice?
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