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caughtinanetwork2013-05-28 01:49 am
powerandstatus) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-05-28 01:49 am
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[Marcello stared at the communicator, absolutely impartially and with great curiosity. Then he bent down and touched it. It was strange and left him rather confused. He had spent his life in an Abbey and never seen a starfish before - and only within the last few years seen the ocean. The memory of it - he kept imagining he could hear the waves lapping against the boat that had brought him to Neos. The Holy Isle. That memory was raw. His entire body felt raw.]
[There was a joke he could appreciate in this, though. He laughed and rolled his head back. Fate had seen it fit to keep him alive but always in fear of his life. Now he was safe. He closed his eyes half-lazily. Fate and destiny. He remembered Francisco who was the only family he had ever had: "do not be afraid, Marcello. Your destiny cannot be taken away from you; it is a gift from the Goddess".]
[The Goddess! He thought bitterly on how there was no fate now that couldn't be surpassed by his scorn. It was what he did for himself that made his destiny.]
[There, the communicator reacted to the touch of his fingers drawing down its arm. He found himself staring at words and images that grew larger, more colourful and changed. It was strange because he knew there was nothing wrong with his mind. He must have switched it on, like the papers described. But the sight was still an odd one, because paper didn't glow.]
What the - How did this thing come alive? Who are all of you!?
[There was a joke he could appreciate in this, though. He laughed and rolled his head back. Fate had seen it fit to keep him alive but always in fear of his life. Now he was safe. He closed his eyes half-lazily. Fate and destiny. He remembered Francisco who was the only family he had ever had: "do not be afraid, Marcello. Your destiny cannot be taken away from you; it is a gift from the Goddess".]
[The Goddess! He thought bitterly on how there was no fate now that couldn't be surpassed by his scorn. It was what he did for himself that made his destiny.]
[There, the communicator reacted to the touch of his fingers drawing down its arm. He found himself staring at words and images that grew larger, more colourful and changed. It was strange because he knew there was nothing wrong with his mind. He must have switched it on, like the papers described. But the sight was still an odd one, because paper didn't glow.]
What the - How did this thing come alive? Who are all of you!?