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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 5:21 am
Mordecai retrieved his halberd and secured it on his back, putting an arm around the large man. "I understand you must be in quite a shock at the moment, but don't worry, you'll get used to it. In the meantime, how would you like to come with me, and eat if you would like. I can give you a history lesson to fill you in on the past 300 years." He started, "I'm Mordecai, by the way." He bowed awkwardly, his armor slightly scraping together.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:12 pm
Sovek looked at Mordecai. "I'm not sure how much the food has changed... I did just come out of the time stream." Sovek shrugged the arm off of his shoulder. "We going to go to the market?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:51 pm
Michael nodded, knowing he didn't have to lie to...friends? Is that what he considered them now? He never really thought of it...
"My helmet was designed to perfectly shape my head. Total removal may provide difficulties. But, it may prove dangerous. Unfortunately, the DNA samples they used to create me did not react well together, as they were in a way exact opposites. This has made my skin extremely sensitive to the elements, as my atoms try to pair up with others and leave."
Suddenly, the lower half of his helmet retracted, revealing his mouth and more pasty-pale skin. He gently lifted it, slowly revealing his features. His skin was the paleness that one gets from having almost no sun hitting it, his head nearly bald besides the extremely short, brown hair on his head. He had close-set eyes, a forward chin, and a scar over one eye as a result of the breaking of his helmet. The skin actually looked infected, but that was only due to the exposure of air on his unstable DNA. His eyes were still the sunset red, though set off by his sharp teeth, giving it a combination of an angelic look and a demonic look. He suddenly cringed in pain as the atoms in the air made the atoms on his skin move to join them, though the effects weren't visible.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 5:17 pm
Mona blinked, gently reaching out to touch his cheek. "Your eye... Are you alright? It looks like it was hurt recently." She then brought her hand to her own cheek. He can't have exposure to the sun... I would hate to have to wear armor constantly. "Is there anything I could do to lessen the sensitivity? Any sort of serum, potion, concoction, chemical, anything?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:35 pm
"No, I am called a 'prototype' because I am not a finished product. But for some reason, I am reffered to as a completed experiment. My DNA, the blueprints that make up my body, makes my atoms, things everything is made of, unstable. I can be exposed to sunlight and all sorts of other things, but when my skin comes into contact with other matter, it starts to fall apart. My eye is the result of a earlier battle with Tenebre, it burns sometimes...making me a bit more short tempered..."
He looked down, remembering how so many flaws had influenced so many remarks and criticism from his 'comrades'.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:22 pm
"There must be something I can do. At least something for the eye. I can give you a red potion for it. It might wipe the infection out." She stared at the spot Michael was looking down towards, frowning and shuffling her feet, then looked back up at him. "Maybe its not a matter of your health. Could it be a matter of you always with your armor on? It could play a factor to your skin's sensitivity... Or can your DNA be fixed?"
Mona still didn't quite grasp the concept of DNA.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:31 pm
Michael sighed.
"The skin on my eye is deteriorating, not infected. But DNA is not something you can cure or fix, it can only be changed or removed. DNA is what your body uses to figure out how to put what in which place, like blueprints to your body. Your DNA is why when you cut yourself an extra limb does not go there, because according to those 'blueprints' a limb isn't supposed to go there. My skin's sensitivity cannot be cured, because it is what my blueprints are written as. It mostly has to do with the fact that my demon and angel DNA parts cannot seem to function together properly. Once that is figured out, MAYBE my sensitivity can be cured. But that means going through a process that could kill me, make me an idiot or someone totally different, or eventually wind up some twisted monster. My armor prevents that from happening, and is designed for my total comfort, and specifically me. Can I put my helmet back on now? My head is becoming quite noticeably painful."
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:18 am
Mordecai shook his head. "I was thinking to invite you into my home, which is not too far away." He said, bowing again, "Will you accept my hospitality, Time Warrior?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:26 am
"I'm not the Hero of Time..." Sovek said while he started to follow him. "My name is Sovek, Dragon Slayer." Sovek's armor was made out of dragon hide, which is very rare in Hyrule, Labrynna, and Holodrum.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:29 am
Mordecai keep leading the way, smirking under his helm. "I didn't say Hero of Time, I said Time Warrior, which seems very fitting. You are a warrior from 300 years ago." He said, just before halting abruptly, his hand going to his chin. "Sovek..Sovek.." He whispered, turning around to face the man, "what is your family name?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:34 am
"Uhh... Ro'tash... I'm not sure if anyone named their kids after me." Sovek was wondering why he kept asking question.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:36 pm
"Of course, go ahead." Mona nodded to his question. "Anyway, then we change it. You say it can be changed. I'm a scientist, technically. You handle chemicals well, I saw how you made those fireworks. ... Let's go to the medical wing, now please. I'm getting quite tired." Her sides were beginning to hurt again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:16 pm
Sarri walked to a few feet behind the group, as they weren't looking behind them. Actually, they were starting to head inside the castle. Sarri lingered, not wanting to suddenly appear and have everyone make such a fuss over her wounds whereas, to her, theirs seemed worse. She winced as she ran her fingers lightly against the wounds along her neck and collarbone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:33 pm
Michael shook his head, knowing it was too soon to try to let them grasp the concept of DNA and other advances that are almost alien to them. He slipped on his helmet.
"Its more than just chemicals. You may find ways to treat it temporarily, but you will never cure it. What this calls for is equipment that won't be made for approximately another 200, possibly 300 years in the future. Do not worry, as long as I retain my armor I will survive, though I thank you for trying to help me. Now, that aside, shall I offer you transportation while you rest or are you in good enough condition to make it to the destination on your own?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:47 pm
"... Alright. And I think I can walk. How would you offer transport anyway?" She laughed. "C'mon, let's meet up with the rest of the group."
The two made their way back around the castle to meet with Link, Zelda, Sunoka, and Maxwell. "Let's go, now." Mona said to them.
"Hey, is it alright if I lean on someone until we get to the medical wing?" Zelda asked.
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