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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:03 pm
((As continued from the shop))  Brooke shifted, almost uncomfortably, as the demon boy in front of her questioned her again. Bluntly changing the subject, Brooke asked, "What's your name?" She tried to make the quetion sound like innocent curiosity, but it was only too obvious that she was avoiding answering the question.
Why does he care so much as to what I am? Brooke wondered. Surely it doesn't matter... Even as she thought it, Brooke decided that it probably did. But... How was she supposed to answer a question like that? Brooke had nothing to be ashamed of. She could answer Morpheus truthfully.
Brooke distracted herself by stepping on a flower. When she removed her boot, the delicate thing remained on the ground, stem broken. The small Surprise felt a pang of regret. The grass always came back up... Why didn't the flower? But it was just a stupid flower. It doesn't matter. Brooke returned her attention to Morpheus, determined to recieve his name even though she did not tell him what she was.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 1:45 pm
Morpheus gave the little surprise a funny look with his strange eyes as she tried to change the subject again. He decided to not answer and just remind watching her. He wanted an answer to his question first. It seem like a fair trade.
His eyes watched her closely as Brooke discover she had step on a flower. He turned his attention to the flower for a moment thought his black eyes didn't give that away. It was just a moment until he turned to Brooke again. "...."
He repeated his own question, keeping the same subtle smile on his face. His eyes giving such smile a more of a demonic hint.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 2:22 pm
In realization of Morpheus's game, Brooke laughed bitterly. "I have no choice then," she muttered. "Fine." Brooke lifted her head up and squarely eyed the demon before her. "To tell you the truth, I am not sure," she admitted. 'I don't think that I'm completely human... But I don't think i'm a demon, though you're the first one I've ever met. So far, I've only ever seen humans and you. I don't look like most humans, and I don't look like you... So what am I, exactly?" Brooke sighed.
"The first thing I remember is darkness. That was inside my vase, I guess. I don't remember much from then. One day, here I am in the open... I know very little about anything, much less myself. I guess I'll figure it out later, one way or the other..." Brooke's voice trembled on the last note, but she hoped that Morpheus had not caught it.
"Now, I'm sure you know your own name?" Brooke snapped, trying to cover her moment of weakness.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 2:40 pm
Once again the demon gave her a funny look as he stood up straight, for a moment wondering. His head turned away, finally making it quiet obvious that he was looking away. He was wondering how can someone not know what they were. He scratched the top of his head before running his fingers through his white and black hair, pulling it back, with some difficulty because of his broke horns.
Thinking back of when he came out of his own vase, had he know what he was then? Or did he learned because his guardian was able to tell apart his features that he was a demon. And even know, Morpheus couldn't say what type of demon he was. "...."
He finally looked back at Brooke. "....I be Morpheus."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 3:44 pm
Brooke sat silent. Well, at least she knew his name now... But was he laughing at her? She didn't know what she was. He did. Did that make her stupid? Was it wierd that Brooke did not know her own species? Carefully, Brooke formed a question.
"How can you tell what you, you know... are?" Despite her caution, Brooke knew that the question was weak and silly. But it could be important... Do most automatically know? or did they go somewhere or ask someone? Brooke felt a little exposed, still being fresh from the vase. She knew that she was young and had lots to learn, but it still didn't make her happy to flaunt how unknowledgeable she really was.
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