Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 11:00:22 GMT -5
“Guess it helps that I have got no clue who this Riku is!” Demyx smiled at his own lack of knowledge, ignorance undeniably bliss in times like these. “Never met anyone that looks quite like you, so I think it's safe to say your template and I never crossed paths, I think!” The Nobody chewed his lip thinking if he really had never met a kid with silver hair like this. “Yeah, nope! Not a clue. Like I said, as far as I can tell you’re totally your own person.” He started plucking at his sitar again, an air of quiet calm surrounding him.
Sometimes, back at the World That Never Was, he wondered if they were all puppets. The cold way the superiors tended to treat everyone, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. If Demyx was capable of faking some kind of emotion- heck there were so many others who did the same!- why couldn't those bossy bosses just cut them a break? They were all in the same boat, without hearts, soulless, wishing for a life that wasn't theirs anymore. Just because one had a plan didn't really make him special… but Demyx had to remind himself what he said earlier. They really don't have the hearts, the conscience to tell the not to. Some of them, maybe even with hearts they wouldn't be any different… no, no that was a rude thought! It just had to be the lack of a heart and memories of such a time making them all wacky!
Demyx sighed heavily and stretched mightily on the seat. He looked around at the store fronts, all lit up with bright happy neon life yet absent of any shoppers in the slightest. It almost seemed a poetic representation of the two empty vessels sitting beneath the night sky. But the Nocturne wasn't really huge on poetry, just the raw song beneath. A thought intruded his mind, faded memories seemingly surfacing from the deep dark ocean floor of memory…
“Y’know, I think I knew a replica before, too. Back at our old headquarters… I don't remember her name, I really can't even think of her face… but I do remember that she was there. And that I didn't really see her as a puppet back then, either, she was just her, whoever she was. I would say, Vexen made a science error thingy in saying you're puppets. You have souls, probably more so than us Nobodies, like you may have been ‘made’ by things without hearts, yet somehow you got more heart than us!” Demyx laughed with a seeming genuine joy of a joke, but he was being honest about how it seemed. “I’m not a jealous guy, but you're definitely almost getting me there!”
The Nobody threw up his hood and stood up, arms reaching for the stars in a wildly exaggerated stretch. His hood angled upwards at the sky, staring deeply into the stars still twinkling with all their might. “It's pretty awesome, huh? So many worlds, so many things to learn and people to meet. But the flow of things always has us meeting back up with the same people.” His hooded face aimed at the replica with a shrug of his shoulders. “Or people who are kinda the same. The World's pretty huge, yet it sometimes feels super duper tiny.” He rested a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his hood with empty contemplation. “Not sure where I’m heading with that… just pretty cool to think about I guess!”
The Nobody hopped around to face the replica with a ditzy gusto, still hooded and shadowed by the coat. “This whole time we’ve been talking, you never told me your name, kid! What do I call you, friend?”
Sometimes, back at the World That Never Was, he wondered if they were all puppets. The cold way the superiors tended to treat everyone, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. If Demyx was capable of faking some kind of emotion- heck there were so many others who did the same!- why couldn't those bossy bosses just cut them a break? They were all in the same boat, without hearts, soulless, wishing for a life that wasn't theirs anymore. Just because one had a plan didn't really make him special… but Demyx had to remind himself what he said earlier. They really don't have the hearts, the conscience to tell the not to. Some of them, maybe even with hearts they wouldn't be any different… no, no that was a rude thought! It just had to be the lack of a heart and memories of such a time making them all wacky!
Demyx sighed heavily and stretched mightily on the seat. He looked around at the store fronts, all lit up with bright happy neon life yet absent of any shoppers in the slightest. It almost seemed a poetic representation of the two empty vessels sitting beneath the night sky. But the Nocturne wasn't really huge on poetry, just the raw song beneath. A thought intruded his mind, faded memories seemingly surfacing from the deep dark ocean floor of memory…
“Y’know, I think I knew a replica before, too. Back at our old headquarters… I don't remember her name, I really can't even think of her face… but I do remember that she was there. And that I didn't really see her as a puppet back then, either, she was just her, whoever she was. I would say, Vexen made a science error thingy in saying you're puppets. You have souls, probably more so than us Nobodies, like you may have been ‘made’ by things without hearts, yet somehow you got more heart than us!” Demyx laughed with a seeming genuine joy of a joke, but he was being honest about how it seemed. “I’m not a jealous guy, but you're definitely almost getting me there!”
The Nobody threw up his hood and stood up, arms reaching for the stars in a wildly exaggerated stretch. His hood angled upwards at the sky, staring deeply into the stars still twinkling with all their might. “It's pretty awesome, huh? So many worlds, so many things to learn and people to meet. But the flow of things always has us meeting back up with the same people.” His hooded face aimed at the replica with a shrug of his shoulders. “Or people who are kinda the same. The World's pretty huge, yet it sometimes feels super duper tiny.” He rested a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his hood with empty contemplation. “Not sure where I’m heading with that… just pretty cool to think about I guess!”
The Nobody hopped around to face the replica with a ditzy gusto, still hooded and shadowed by the coat. “This whole time we’ve been talking, you never told me your name, kid! What do I call you, friend?”