-its motorcyle-
-if a motorcyle could be called a work of art-
-its got two wheels in the front and one in the back, and is shaped almost like a butterfly-
-with the front shaped like the front wings and the spoiler the back ones, which happens to be made of hundreds of butterfly shaped pieces of metal-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-fuckin timezones-
-Approaches Jack. The way he moves is all wrong, too. While it's less noticeable in person (save for a strangely fluid way of moving, his head tilting and swiveling to pick up on stimuli not readily noticeable to anyone else), here it's magnified tenfold, as though someone had made a roughly person-shaped thing and then controlled it by pulling strings, sometimes dipping and weaving into the next movement, sometimes eerily precise, like an insect-
{This went well, I think. I'm still real.}
edited 3rd Oct '15 8:39:39 PM by WonderSquid
-Looks at the ground, then slowly back up to Cloud-
{I'm... not sure I understand.}
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?{I think everyone lies a little when they want to be with someone. We act different and we say things we wouldn't normally say. I don't usually mention the fact I can shrug off a bullet faster than I can recover from a headache when I've just met someone.}
-Rubs his neck-
{I'm guessing you mean something else, though.}
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?{I lied about everything.}
-Is quiet for a while, trying to suck up the courage-
-Might as well start with the big ones-
{I lied about how I was made. I was a failure. I didn't — I responded wrong to the procedures, and I didn't have any brain activity by the end of it so they were gonna get rid of me. That's why they didn't give me a number.}
{What procedures? What were they for?}
edited 3rd Oct '15 9:12:22 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-And another-
{I think — I think I might have been a human, once. Or at least used to be something that wasn't theirs. I don't remember very well. They had another one, Sephiroth. I killed him, so they needed a replacement, and I was a loose end and I knew too much and I cost the company too much money, and he — they knew that... that nobody would notice if I was gone, or care if I died.}
-The mountains are cold. The floor is very white-
{They had to make me better than I was. Like I am now, but... even if I was better, I still might not do what they said. And they still wanted him, I think. Sephiroth. So he could use me. He needed a puppet.}
-Everything around you is sharp. The eyes are sharp. The lights are sharp. The sounds are sharp. The needles are sharp-
{They put things in me that made it hard to think... and he would play games, too. Ones you can't win. We used to try and escape at first, but that just made the games worse. It was easier to just do what he told you to do after a while.}
{Eventually, Mother and the Planet got too loud, and I got too afraid, and I couldn't think anymore, because I was weak and I didn't fight hard enough. But I couldn't be made to think anything else, either. I couldn't move. I wasn't useful that way, not the way they wanted. They didn't think I was gonna wake up, so I was a failure.}
{...It turned out later that I wasn't, though. I woke up, and then he used me. I was a good puppet...}
-The fluorescents on the ceiling are spattered with blood. In the distance you can smell burning flesh-
edited 3rd Oct '15 9:25:07 PM by WonderSquid
-Is very not okay with this chain of events, but doesn't interrupt-
-Balls his fists-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sits down on a dirty, crusty cot. There are wide cracks in the floor here, too-
{...Whatever I was before, this is what I am now. What they made me.}
{...Mother used to be someone else, too. Jenova. They made Her a part of me, and She started taking parts of me away. First in my head, but then my body. She kept getting louder, but I promised I would fight. I promised them.}
-Has been staring at Jack without blinking the entire time, barely choking down the imminent panic attack-
{Then there wasn't anything left of me, but then there wasn't anything left of Her. I'm... I'm her now. She can't make me do anything. I'm what she used to be, and — but there wasn't enough left of me to make sure I was still real, so for a while I wasn't anyone.}
-Pauses-
{...Are you mad? We can stop and you can go if you're mad, and you don't have to talk to me anymore.}
edited 3rd Oct '15 9:37:21 PM by WonderSquid
-Lets the air out, then inhales slowly-
{No. No, I'm not mad. Just... this is a lot to take in. I still don't fully comprehend, but... I think I understand enough.}
-Moves closer to him-
{What they did was wrong, Cloud. And you didn't deserve it. Nobody deserves to be hurt like that. Whatever they did to you, that doesn't have to be the end of it.}
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?{If I hadn't gotten stabbed I could have run before they found me.}
{Zack could have escaped, but he stayed because he knew I couldn't. It's my fault he was in there, too.}
-There's a man with black hair on the other cot that was possibly there the whole time. If it weren't for his chest slowly rising and falling, one would think he was already dead, his skin bled white, poorly-stitched surgical wounds lining his sides-
{That's not important anymore. It's done, and I killed them all.}
{Since I wasn't anyone, it was hard for me to... to do anything. It was just the virus, then. But then someone remembered, and that made me remember, and then I knew how I was supposed to look. I didn't think about doing that, but parts of me I don't use did, and they fixed themselves.}
{I have hands now. I missed having hands.}
{But... now that I'm like this, a lot of it's been shut out. They're still there — I can hear them if I listen, but it's not —} -Struggles to find the proper words-
{It's like... I'm me. This is me, the way I am. I don't have to think hard to be like this, the way I did before, so I don't have to worry about losing it. But... sometimes I can feel parts of me pulling other parts, and if I reach for them it pulls the rest of me through, until I remember to think, and then it — it goes back.}
{...I want to learn how to reach properly. Before, I had to pull the other way.}
edited 3rd Oct '15 9:54:33 PM by WonderSquid

"... Ah, who cares? If he really wants to get ran over, let him!"