You see, when I was a kid, my parents and all my previous teachers were afraid of me because I was different. And after getting kicked out of every school I was in, I met my current professor, and he was the first person that treated me like a normal human. I have friends, too, who don't treat me like something strange or scary...they just treat me like I'm...well, me.
[ he shrugs. ]
It might take some time to find, but I think there's gotta be someone out there like that for you, even if you don't remember them. [ a pause. ] And if there's no one like that in your world, then you've always got us!
Can't start knowing anyone if you don't try. Have you ever done a trust fall?
[ he extends his hand! ]
My name's Flat Escardos. I'm 19 years old and a mage from the El-Melloi School of Modern Magecraft. My likes are all sorts of subcultures, humans, and non humans, and my dislikes are exercise-- it's nice to meet you!
Uhh...they're all good, I guess? I think dark's a little too bitter, but I'm not really sure. I haven't had, like, a huge variety of it.
And EVOs are...well, in my world, everyone's got these tiny machines in them. And if they activate, they mutate you and turn you into an EVO. So, that's what I am.
[ he smirks and laughs a little at that. psh, what an amateur, you can't even use the words right ]
No, it's--the machines in people are called nanites. An EVO is what they turn you into. And there's not really a whole lot of controlling going on. They just randomly activate, and then it's usually just...random rampaging.
But... [ shakes his head ] I'm not really sure what happened with me when I died. I know how nanites and EVOs work in general, but everything about my nanites just doesn't match up. All I know is, it's not new. Apparently I already had memory problems even before I died.
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[ he nods, smiling resolutely. ]
You see, when I was a kid, my parents and all my previous teachers were afraid of me because I was different. And after getting kicked out of every school I was in, I met my current professor, and he was the first person that treated me like a normal human. I have friends, too, who don't treat me like something strange or scary...they just treat me like I'm...well, me.
[ he shrugs. ]
It might take some time to find, but I think there's gotta be someone out there like that for you, even if you don't remember them. [ a pause. ] And if there's no one like that in your world, then you've always got us!
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...I hardly know any of you, though.
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[ he extends his hand! ]
My name's Flat Escardos. I'm 19 years old and a mage from the El-Melloi School of Modern Magecraft. My likes are all sorts of subcultures, humans, and non humans, and my dislikes are exercise-- it's nice to meet you!
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If I have, I don't remember it.
[ but, tentatively, he'll take the offered hand and shake. ]
...I'm Rex. Salazar, apparently. I think I'm 16, and I'm an EVO. I like chocolate, and I dislike...dying, I guess.
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[ he'll shake back eagerly! ]
Yeah, dying's the worst, isn't it? But chocolate's pretty good--milk, white, or dark chocolate? And what's an EVO all about?
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And EVOs are...well, in my world, everyone's got these tiny machines in them. And if they activate, they mutate you and turn you into an EVO. So, that's what I am.
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[ interesting??? ]
So when you died, the EVOs took over? No, that's not right...it did a factory reset, or something like that? Like when your CPU overheats.
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No, it's--the machines in people are called nanites. An EVO is what they turn you into. And there's not really a whole lot of controlling going on. They just randomly activate, and then it's usually just...random rampaging.
But... [ shakes his head ] I'm not really sure what happened with me when I died. I know how nanites and EVOs work in general, but everything about my nanites just doesn't match up. All I know is, it's not new. Apparently I already had memory problems even before I died.