32nd Combo - [Video]

[redcladidealist]

[You know what's a really bad way to wake up? Waking up inside of a coffin is what's a really bad way to wake up! In his initial panic at waking up trapped in that small, tight space, Lloyd doesn't even register the pendant hanging around his neck, or the picture lying in the coffin with him. No, Lloyd's panic means he's slamming against the walls, the lid-

Oh. The lid isn't locked. It slams open, allowing Lloyd to sit up and gulp grateful breaths of air.

Grateful until he realizes just what it is he's sitting in. With a yelp, Lloyd all but flies out of the box. Wait. Holy crap, those aren't his arms! That's not his body!]

What's going on?!

[...that isn't his voice, either!

A few minutes later, after Lloyd's spotted his reflection...]



LAHARL!

[Vatheon, that's one angry face shouting through the SFC. One angry demon face, not an angry teen.]

I don't know what you're up to now, but I swear I'll put a stop to it! Now give me back my body!

Comments

[replicatedcourage]

Oh, uh... maybe kind of. I'm made from shadow magic and I can go in and out of shadows when I want and control some other things like my weight or height or whatever, but I can't control shadows myself so it's not like I'm in charge of them or anything.

I'm a replica though, not a summon spirit. I was made originally to replace Link. Not that I'm going to anymore, but that's why.

[It's not really a sore subject anymore since he's eked out his own identity and has a soul.]

[redcladidealist]

Whoa. That sounds really cool. [He's not faking being impressed by that, either. In fact, he's half tempted to ask Sola to demonstrate. He'd had no idea the other boy (man, now?) could do that.

His brow furrows again.]

A... replica? [He remembers hearing about that from Luke. It's just been a while since anyone mentioned it around him.] That's why you look like Link? [The furrowed brow turns into something dissatisfied, annoyed, though not necessarily directed at Sola. It's more at the idea of someone trying to replicate someone else.] You don't seem like a replica to me. Even if you look alike, you're different from him.