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Post by solomon on May 8, 2015 3:36:38 GMT
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"The thought of it repels me so, but yes, for the most part."
This was an unexpected reply. Solomon spent his days trying to remember, trying to figure out who had been, where he was from. All he had were scattered, splintered memories with no framework. Red lights. Twisted steel. Iron bars. Whirring metal. Glinting scalpels. Every memory was a nightmare. Or, almost every memory. Once in a while, Solomon would get a glimpse of green fields or moonlight on running water. But these visions were rare.
Yet, despite all of this, Solomon still wanted to remember his past. No matter what it might have been. What must Milo's memories be, for them to repel him like this?
"Of course there is no real way to tell if the heart becomes a heartless, or anything more than a small shadow for that matter. Once you have fallen you are no longer the somebody that you once were..."
This was true. Memories gone. Emotions gone. Solomon no longer thought of himself as human. But this idea that the heart and the body, when separated, created two new separate entities that no longer had any connection... Solomon wondered. Hearts could be returned to their former bodies. He had heard tales of Nobodies who were restored. Remade. No, Solomon wasn't sure that Milo's theories were true. But if Milo was wrong, what did that mean for him?
"I've spent all of the life I remember, trying to learn about my past. Judging by the memories my mind retained, my former life was... not pleasant. Still. It's strange to me, that you would want to forget." Glancing down at his dripping ice-cream block, Solomon offered it to Milo's pet. He looked at Milo. "Do you mind?"
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Post by Milo on May 8, 2015 3:54:23 GMT
{  } Milo clicks his feet against the tower as they talk. He talks about how his memories are not the kind that would make someone want to look into there past. Or is it quite the opposite where he wants to know if there had been any good in the life that the somebody that used to ride the shell that is him had. It doesnt make a lot of sense to Milo.
"You have proof that the life that that body used to have was not for the faint of heart and you still with to looks after if in this new life?" To Milo this is near insane, "You where reborn, give new life, and you choose to chase the life that your body used to have? Knowing that it is not one that is desirable?" Milo motions that it is fine to give his pet the bar. Keep it from going to waste at least. "To me when I was given this new life, this new mind. I strived to do what ever I could to make this life my own. For it was a new start, one that let me get away from the one that bound me before. I would never give this new body of mine away trying to chase the strings of the past." Milo looks off to the sun, a slightly lost look in his eyes. "You should never let the past define you, only use it to push forward. If you have no past, create it. I would hate to watch someone waste away traveling in the wrong direction." He says the last part as he looks back to Solomon. |
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Post by solomon on May 9, 2015 4:30:51 GMT
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Solomon snubbed out his cigarette and put the stub in his pocket. Twisting the ice-cream stick to keep it from dripping, the Nobody offered it to Milo's little pet. It seemed to enjoy the melting sweet. Good.
"To me, when I was given this new life, this new mind. I strived to do what ever I could to make this life my own. For it was a new start, one that let me get away from the one that bound me before. I would never give this new body of mine away trying to chase the strings fo the past."
Solomon looked out over the city. A flock of white birds flew from a ledge beneath them in a flurry of wings, flying over crooked chimney stacks and pointed rooftops, wheeling upwards across the sunset sky. Again, he and Milo didn't see things in the same light. Neither of them had been given new minds, Solomon thought. They were both pieces of their former selves, shards gathered together in one place like swept bits of broken glass.
Restoration was unlikely. And yet... Solomon wanted to know. To know who he had been. Milo may be unbound, but Solomon's thirst for information, for understanding kept him tied to his quest for some kind of resolution. Your past is part of who you are. How could the Nobody analyze the world around him, try to observe its' workings, and ignore his own forgotten history?
"You should never let the past define you, only use it to push forward. If you have no past, create it. I would hate to watch someone waste away traveling in the wrong direction."
"you chose to leave your past behind. i wouldn't even know what i was rejecting." Solomon stared out into the unchanging sunset. "The past is set. Lying changes nothing."
Milo's final comment seemed directed towards him. Solomon wasn't sure why his choices would matter to the Heartless. Most didn't take an interest in the affairs of lowly strangers. Still. He should respond. "Searching for understanding isn't a mistaken direction. Not for me. Your memories are whole. You can cut the tethers to your old life if you wish... But I have too many questions which demand an answer to do so. I think you understand."
<<< OOC: bleah! >>>>
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Post by Milo on May 9, 2015 4:56:03 GMT
{ } Milo smiles, a kind of sly smirk. Meeting someone who is sure and set in there ways is not easy to find. He looks to this nobody who sits beside him and sees a person, not someone who is broken and needs to be pulled together. But he was honest with himself, he is looking for answers. Just because he is sure in the ones that he has, doesn't mean that this man should feel the same way. It takes a special kind of person to learn from the answers of others. Most must travel the road in sure for there own. Even if the answer is the same as the one told, experiencing it gives people a different perspective that they didn't have before. One that they needed to fully understand the answers they are looking for.
"It's not lying to yourself, but moving forward despite what may try to hold you back. For me I feel that thinking of my past would simply slow down the race I have set out on for the future that I desire." Milo looks down at the city below and is quite for a moment "You desire things differently then me. Weather it is because we are one heartless, and a nobody. Or if we are simply different on another level entirely. To me, you seem like a complete person. Made up of the parts of another who lived a different life maybe. But you are still you, the Solomon that I have met on this tower."Milo rubs the back of his gloved hand where his mark lies. "We travel different paths that seem to move in opposite directions. But they each are heading for the same destination. Almost out of a moment of pure luck we managed to converge on this clock tower." Leaning back Milo looks up to the sky. "I am glad to see that you aren't traveling in the wrong direction. But in the one that you have chosen for yourself."Chuckling Milo shakes his head, "I talk to much, forgive me." |
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Post by solomon on May 16, 2015 17:07:45 GMT
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"it's not lying to yourself, but moving forward despite what my try to hold you back. for me i feel that thinking of my past would simply slow down the race i have set out on for the future that i desire." Solomon continued to stare out at the sky (the canopy of soft orange and pale gold), listening. Well. He understood that urge to press onward, to move forward. Something kept him drifting from city to city and world to world, searching. Maybe that urge was part of it. "To me, you seem like a complete person. Made up of the parts of another who lived a different life maybe. But you are still you, the Solomon that I have met on this tower..."
Perhaps Milo was right. In a way, the words Milo spoke made Solomon think twice. Was this constant search a waste? But... this isn't who I want to be. Somehow, that realization hadn't struck him till now, cold and sudden. All this time he had been looking, not just for the facts of his old life, but for a part of himself that he had lost. Perhaps forever. Solomon wanted more than just knowledge. He wanted restoration. "I talk too much, forgive me." Solomon rested the sole of one boot on the ledge and lit another cigarette. "Don't apologize. Opportunities to talk are.... rare for me." Pulling another cigarette from his packet, Solomon offered it to Milo without saying anything more. Milo |
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Post by Milo on May 17, 2015 21:59:58 GMT
{ } Taking the smoke he rolls it around between his fingers. He had never smoked before, never really felt the need. But he uses it to focus his thoughts, he doesn't often get to talk like this very often either. It was a nice feeling, he wished he could more often. Looking up to the sky, it might be time to go soon, he thinks to himself. But just a little bit longer. He lets the butt of the cigaret rest in his mouth without lighting it yet. Thinking over all the things he had ever heard. "I wonder what would happen if you gave a nobody a heart?" Milo lets the Smoke bounce around in his mouth. "Or even there original heart back." He nods thinking about it. wondering how Solomon will react.
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Post by solomon on May 24, 2015 19:46:39 GMT
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For a moment, the two of them smoked in silence. Solomon let himself relax a little: offering a cigarette was a gesture of goodwill to him, and (at least in his mind) Milo had reciprocated by accepting it. "I wonder what would happen if you gave a nobody a heart? Or even their original heart back." Silence. Then, Solomon slowly snubbed his cigarette out on the stone ledge. Reached for the packet. Lit another smoke. Was it possible? For a Nobody to regain his heart? Solomon had heard of restored Nobodies, but what were the odds of that happening? Far below, city-dwellers and day-trippers wove through the streets like ambulant figurines. Tiny. Transient. Leaning back his head, Solomon stared up at a cathedral dome of bronze and pale gold, painted with feather-thin cloud. Maybe. Maybe, someday, he could be restored. But all of the evidence compelled him to believe that he would die like this. A Nobody. Maybe the slim chance of being whole made all of this worse. That slim chance which kept him hoping. For a moment, he almost, almost seemed sad. "Hm." Rising, Solomon stuck his hand in his pockets and looked at Milo. "That," he said, "is what every Nobody asks himself. Whether he wants his heart or not." Slowly, Solomon offered Milo his hand. "The streets are clearing. It's time I left. Pleasure meeting you, Milo."Milo |
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Post by Milo on May 24, 2015 19:55:18 GMT
{ } Milo smiled, standing himself. There was no real sadness in this encounter ending. There was simply a sense of finality, this was just the ending of our first meeting. Milo was sure there would be more. Maybe they would fight on the battle field one day. That would be a good day.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Solomon." Milo takes hold of his hand and firmly shakes. "Till we meet again" Milo hated goodbyes, they always made him feel like he would never meet the person again. So that is where he leaves it, as he walks over grabbing his sword, it small heartless retreating from the last drops of its ice cream.
Darkness swelling under his feel Milo tilts his head one last time at Solomon as he launches himself high into the air off of the tower, falling towards the street below. A wonderful meeting that was.
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