To create a suitable body for him was difficult, or at least have one that won't fall over after two steps and crawls around like a worm. In time, Aaron was able to master walking with his vine body, slowly though, staring down at the hand hand and fingers he create with just his thoughts alone, but it's never the same. "I hope Kaethus won't be scared of me . . . if he's here."

Aaron explores around the Tower in search for his brother, seeing the other vine creatures who met the same fate as him. It was so sad. If he has a heart it will be breaking to even imagine what they might be thinking of. Along in his wandering, he came across a curious looking room that is different than the others. There were computers and servers crowded in this space with vines and thorns as well. "What's all this for?" He was curious, slowly walking up to see what he can find. Maybe he might learn more about the virus, at least a little before his time comes.

Among the computer servers there were notes posted around. For someone to leave a note behind must be important. It means there was someone here, or perhaps someone like him maybe --able to walk around in their final moments. He reach out to touch it, but even though his vine hand is touching the paper there is no sense. "Hmm . . ." He peer over one note that was mark Day 2, and reads it to himself.

"It seems half of us are not even real anymore. We're just like ---, memory replacements. It must be easy for something made of Knowledge to fool us. Maybe one day we will all be replaced. This is wrong. This is very wrong."

Aaron gasp, staring at the note intensely so he can remember it down to the last punctuation point. "Replacement . . . so, my body is out there still? Who is controlling it? Me or . . . or this thing?" Why are they are all being replace though? For what purpose really? It was something that is wrecking his vine head for he wants to know, but at the same time maybe it will all be for naught. After all, he will not remember this.

That alone made him gave up in looking at the other notes as he slumps back from it. He stares at the vines and thorns, his own vines shiver in his shuddering. Aaron had enough of this place, and goes off to look around to see what else he may discover at his apparent new home, and also the search of his dear brother. He might as well spend what time he has left to be with him, and to say whatever else he needs to say.


OOC

Character's name: Aaron Lazaris
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Link
Character's survival stats: Stats
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Giant muscle man at 6'5", dirty blond hair, one blue eye with a black eye patch over his right eye and burn marks on his face. Wearing an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off. He's a scary man, strong, but overprotective of his family and friends.