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 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 11:57 pm
It was evening again, and Archard had chosen to visit the old mansion, as he was trying to make a habit of doing. He wasn't so fond of the spooky place, especially after it got dark, which was when he tended to want to go. He usually had to walk and it was too hot to do that during the daytime. BUT, it was the only place he knew of where he could socialize with others like himself.
He skittered across the drawbridge quickly, heaving a sigh as he opened the door, and glanced about inside, hoping to find at least one person about, if not a few. He could remember how lively it used to be when he had been much younger, but he supposed that had been during earlier hours. He wandered in quietly, burying his hands in his pockets. He didn't have gloves on, because Ruri had fallen asleep at home. "Hellooo...? Anyone around...?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:37 pm
Visiting the past, stepping back into what once had been home-- home and home again after being left behind so often-- Mekt had been wandering about the Mansion for a few hours. In truth, he didn't know what he'd been searching for. Perhaps he'd been looking for some thought of closure to the past wounds which had never really healed? Something that could only be found by a visit to the source of the pain, or something akin to the source. But he'd come back to the Mansion, surrounding himself with the GCBs who remained here, considering them as well as considering himself. Quiet finally descended upon the Mansion as most of the inhabitants wandered off to sleep or otherwise amuse themselves, leaving Mekt to ponder on what had brought him here.
Silence-- suddenly shattered by a voice distantly familiar, a vague recollection of another life, another time. Another caretaker. Not this life. One before. That voice-- connection to the past. What Mekt had come searching for. But who? If only he could remember! He hadn't tried to remember. That was the problem. Before now, he'd been so consumed with his studies, his experiments, he hadn't thought to look to the past-- but how can you know the future or even the present without understanding the past if not knowing it?
Standing from the armchair he'd taken as his own for the time being, Mekt glanced towards the doorway, the figure framed in shadow. "Hello?" he called, voice smooth and quiet, coating the night air with delicate strokes. Someone waited there-- someone, perhaps, with answers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:50 pm
The older blonde was blissfully ignorant of the many troubles that had gone on for Mekt, during the long, near-luxurious period of seclusion he'd spent at Kami's home, and in nature. Occupied with his own discoveries, Archard had all but forgotten, for the most part, the time he had spent with the silvery-haired one he'd once been the best of friends with. He had thought of him, every once and a while, but for some reason had never sought him ought again. Partly because he quite didn't know how...he didn't know if records were kept at the mansion...and he could not imagine GD being at all proficient in such a field.
At the sound of the responding voice, Archard smiled lightly. It looked like he would be lucky. He couldn't have imagined anyone else but the little ones being around at night, and the voice sounded like it belonged to someone older. In fact...it sounded very distantly familiar, though he didn't realize that off the bat. He tried to follow the voice, calling out again. "Hellooo?"
He stopped suddenly as he stepped into the darkened hallway, where he thought the call had come from, his brilliant green eyes widening in surprise at what they took in suddenly. That soft, short silver hair, and those red eyes, seeming to burn brightly even in the dim. "M-Mekt??" he asking with surprise, brows raised. Well, he hadn't seen this coming. He couldn't be sure but...yes, it had to be him. He stood there for the moment, a bit speechless.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:26 pm
Take a breath. Recognition rises sharp, fierce-- past. Glimmers of images, voices, a time long ago. Long and yet not long, a time when there had been other thoughts, other wants, other desires. A person of the past, a ghost but not a ghost, a living ghost. A ghost was a reminder of what was gone, what was past-- this was a living ghost.
But who? Ah, that was the question. The what had been discerned, now there were other bits that needed knowing-- the who, the why. Dim memory, traitorous memory. Faulty memory. Green, green eyes which saw deception and yet could not, dark golden hair cut so as to be easily managable, skin tanned from the sun, so unlike Mekt's own pale, pale--
Why was simple. He'd known this other in the past, been aware of him, perhaps even been friends-- friend. Such an odd word. But yes. Friend. The living ghost standing there was a friend. Was. Had been. Past. In the past, they'd known each other, been friends with one another. That proven by the way Mekt's name had been called out, such surprise-- the way the other stared, as if trying to reassure himself that he wasn't an illusion, actually existant.
But the who. That remained an unanswered-- unanswerable?-- question. A living ghost, a reminder of the past Mekt hadn't thought to remember. A distant, vague shape resembling nothing and everything, a creature of previous sensation. But who? What word, name, defined this ghost? Things, people, ghosts had names. Which belonged here? Names from the past, names not heard for so long-- "Archard."
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 10:29 pm
The bright emerald eyes took in the scene quietly. A great mixture of emotions had entered the boy all at once and he stood there for a few moments, motionless, and speechless. Archard recognized his friend in an instant, even though it had been a very long time. He'd not been so young as to have simply forgotten. And now he was full of surprise, excitement, and a small amount of guilt. Would the other understand why he had never tried to contact him? There was really no excuse. At least Mekt remembered his name.
He managed a smile, letting the happiness in being reunited with his childhood playmate take over, for the moment. "Mekt! It's.....It's been a really long time..." he managed, still unsure over what to say as he moved into the room some, the smile remaining. "You've gotten so big...I hardly recognized you at first." he chuckled, trying to be friendly. He felt rather stupid, babbling after the rather long silence after he had first addressed the white-haired teenager. He rubbed his arm bashfully, out of words again for a moment as he simply gazed over at the teen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 4:17 pm
The night air shivered across Mekt’s skin, the pale boy suddenly cold in the Mansion’s air. How fitting-- silence to sound, transformed by the change, by the strange boy who remained a figure in Mekt’s memory, however dim the memory had become. “It has been a while,” Mekt murmured, smiling ever so slightly. “How have you been?” he asked, realizing he probably should find out more about this boy before admitting that his memories of this ‘Archard’ were few, due to choice rather than time. Mekt had spent so much time focusing on forgetting the past, moving onto the present, the future, that he’d forgotten to keep his old memories-- the painful, vicious losses.
Now, of course, that came back to bite him, devour the opportunity that could’ve existed. He had to focus on trying to manage the past and the present at once, and having not done such for so long, he knew himself to be at a disadvantage. Breathe in the past-- for Archard was the messenger of the past, the representation, the anthropomorphic vision, and his presence permeated the air. But don’t forget the present, don’t forget those waiting at home-- for the Nest had somehow become home in the past months-- waiting for your return. Can’t get lost in either sensation, must balance between the pair.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 3:22 am
The blonde fought back an unusual nervous tremor at the next small period of silence, the chill giving him goosebumps, and he forced himself not to shiver, wondering where the anxiety he was suddenly feeling had stemmed from...Mekt was a friend, was he not? No need to be so anxious. He managed to keep his smile, nodding as Mekt finally replied. It had seemed like an eternity, when really only a few moments had gone by.
"I've been well enough." he answered, the smile widening a little to see Mekt's expression lighten. He could never had known that the other boy had tried to forget...he was glad Mekt didn't seem angry. Of course the thought had crossed his mind in days past, during the times he thought about his old friend. Would Mekt be angry with him if they ever met again? He was glad it didn't seem the case. "And you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 2:00 pm
How had he been? The colloquial answer was 'fine', wasn't it? But was that necessarily true? It wasn't false. But it didn't bear the ring of full truth-- almost hiding what might else be said. But what else could be said? That he'd been... well, it wasn't time for a life story. It wasn't the point where you shared everything that had happened since last meeting the other-- whenever that had been-- because that was too much information for a simple question like that. It wasn't when you gave more information than necessary-- but how much information WAS necessary at this point? Therein lay the question.
It was night, which accounted for the chill in the air, the foreboding quiet everywhere else in the Mansion. But it didn't account for the strange uncomfortable feeling between the two where a bond which apparently once had existed tried to reform. Nothing accounted for that, except that it HAD been so long between them. It had been... a long time.
But that wasn't the answer either. "Fine," the pale boy shrugged slightly, unable to come up with a more suitable response. "I've been... fine."
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