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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/16/2017 3:35:26 AM
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[spoiler]Same warnings apply to this as the last post with this character.[/spoiler]
What is life?
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Am I alive?
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What is consciousness?
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What is the soul?
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Do I have one?
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Do souls exist?
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If I'm alive, do I have a reason to live?
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Is there a creator? Was I created?
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Or am I random chance?
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What is my purpose?
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What am I?
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Who...
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...am...
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...I?
Not my name, but...my identity, who I am on the inside. Am I a gentle, kind, loving person? A hero? A villain? Do I love the world around me or despise it? What do I seek? Power? Acceptance? Love? Am I to be feared or admired?
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Who...
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...I?
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Your eyes slowly open and you find yourself in some sort of rubble (picture above), your body and mind feels incredibly sluggish. You find it nearly impossible to move. Everything in the distance is a blur except a strange figure standing a few feet away. The figure stands at an impressive height of 10 feet with drooping mechanical wings. Its hands are by its side in a nonthreatening manner. After a second of being awake the thing speaks with a slightly masculine, low, and robotic voice.
"Who are you?"
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
English
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Quincy blinked, adjusting his metaphorical glasses before blinking again, pondering the question. "Well, since you asked who and not what, then that already answers part of the question. I'm already a someone, the only application of the question would be the details then, unless, of course, you're asking something else." he replied, often going over this sort of thing in his free time.
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"....What?" Genesis scratched the top of its head in confusion. "I guess I am?"
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Q blinked again, realizing that the question was literal. "Oh, sorry, my name is Quincy. I thought this was another one of my weird dreams. Whoops."
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Edited by Wheatley: 6/21/2017 3:07:01 AM[b]The Nameless One slowly stood to face the thing before him, his eyes glowing with the color of liquid fire in place of any normal color. He seemed awfully familiar...[/b] "Who am I? Hmm. That's a very difficult question to answer now isn't it?" [spoiler]The Dreadful One. You encountered him in the last one as he spoke about true names/discovering the power of oneself.[/spoiler]
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"...Who am I?" [i]The young woman spoke, her cyan-blue eyes widened in intense interest and confusion. Her dark grey jacket was zipped up, over her skinny body, while her jeans were tightly bounded to her waist. The girl was around nineteen or twenty, her electric blue hair cut short and hidden by a black toboggan.[/i] "...Isabelle. I think. I don't know definitively.. who are you?"
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"Greetings, Isabelle. I'm sorry, but I do not know who or what I am or what's my purpose." The large being made loud cracking and whirring noises as it took a few steps forward and sat down in front of Isabelle. The impact of it sitting shook the ground like an earthquake for a second as if it weighed far more than it appeared to.
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"Are you an angel?" [i]Isabelle shuffled a little, pointing curiously at his mechanized wings and tilting her head in unimaginable curiosity, as if she was a student that cared intensely for her studies and work. She got up into a sitting position, crossing her legs as she continued to speak. [/i] "You look like an angel. But you're lost.. you don't know your name, and this doesn't look like Heaven. ...Can I name you? And find you a purpose, maybe?"
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Edited by Stitch: 6/20/2017 10:45:22 PM"An angel...?" It looked over its shoulders at its wings for a second before turning back to Isabelle. It nodded slowly, its neck creaking as it did so. "I do not know my own name, so if you wish to name me go ahead. If you can find me a purpose...I will owe you greatly, Isabelle. I've been lost for so long and in the search of a purpose. Please, give me a reason for existence."
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"Yes, an angel.. ...I'm thinking of two names: Genesis or Raphael. Raphael is an angel name, and.. well, Genesis refers to a new beginning, and Raphael is an Archangel, who heals and cares for people. Do you heal people?" [i]Isabelle questioned curiously, though was reminded of how the being did not know what he existed for.[/i] "...Maybe that is your purpose: to start anew. Or maybe healing people. I can try to help.."
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"Thank you for the suggestions and the help, Isabelle. I don't believe I'm an angel however. Someone has pointed out to me that I have a threatening look and am most likely made for hurting others. I don't believe I can heal anyone." The being sounded sad when it brought up possibly being made for killing.
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"You don't believe? ...I believe that you can. That you can at least try to help others. Individuals should be judged for their actions, not something as flimsy as their appearance: Was Meredith judged for her hips, and not her wit? Gideon for his lithe posture, and not his dedication? ...Those are two people that I have met. Who.. saved me, some time ago."
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"Their actions? That makes sense, but I don't know how well I can heal ofthers. I don't have any healing capabilities." The lights on the figure's face gradually began to turn blue.
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"You could learn how to stitch together wounds. Or you could help people that suffer from mental illnesses, and give them peace - maybe even fix them. Are you okay? Why are you turning blue?" [i]Isabelle questioned, as she pointed towards the blue light.[/i]
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"What do you mean?" The figure touched a hand to its face curiously. "My face is turning blue? That's odd. I wonder if that has any significance."
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"It might. Maybe. Do you think that I have something to do with it?" [i]Isabelle said confusingly, touching her own face.[/i] "Is it a blush? People blush when embarrassed, or emotional."
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Edited by Stitch: 6/22/2017 8:03:26 PM"I do not know." The blurred background around them starts to become more visible as it lowers its hand to its side. "My head is clearing slightly however."
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"Everything is becoming clearer now. The distance's landscape is seeable. With the discovery of your purpose.. it begins to make sense!" [i]While Isabelle knew that she was likely wrong.. she was still innovated.[/i] "Maybe that is your purpose! To [i]help[/i], not hurt! Is that what you would want?"
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Edited by Stitch: 6/22/2017 9:26:35 PM"That's...strange. How did you get that conclusion?" The figure looked around at the huge trees surrounding the rubble the duo sat in. Large structures could be seen in the distance. "What was my name again?"
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"Genesis! It stands for "new beginning". Maybe this is the new beginning - the clearance of this realm! We need to investigate more of it, give you more of a purpose - maybe you'll figure out who you were, and then.. then we can get you into the real world!" [i]Isabelle seemed.. overjoyed.[/i]
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Genesis did not understand Isabelle's happiness, but he was happy himself. "Maybe. I don't know how safe it is to explore, but I'll keep us safe." He spread his wings.
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"Should I hang onto you? I'm not afraid of heights. I've rode Gideon's dragon before, and in one of Olivia's ships above a planet before. The latter, I was being shot at, but.. I wasn't scared." [i]Isabelle shrugged, wondering about her previous affairs and events.[/i]
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Genesis opened its arms as if to hug. "I promise I won't drop you. Just, try not to squirm too much, okay?"
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"...Okay." [i]Isabelle smiled, allowing herself to be engulfed by Gene's arms. She trusted the robotic being enough, anyway.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 6/22/2017 11:49:19 PMGenesis hugged Isabelle gently, his metal arms strangely soft like skin to the touch. "Now...can I fly?" The duo slowly and silently began to fly upwards a few feet.
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"You may fly, Genesis. I am safe now, I think."
