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Gardevoir [Voile] ([personal profile] reservedempath) wrote in [community profile] smashacademy2012-10-19 05:28 pm

[006G - Video]

[Video feed shows a pot of gracidea flowers upon an otherwise empty windowsill. And no green-haired willowy girl in sight, but she can at least heard.]

I think it's a little interesting how something can be gone and consequently missing, and yet sometimes it can still be present. I planted these with Professor Cyrus almost two years ago. These flowers, I mean. And I remember the day that I did vividly, because it was one of those times that we were arguing.

We don't really ever forget the people we crossed paths with, I guess, even when we want to. After all, there are things I want to forget too. But I'm beginning to think that I'm going about it the wrong way. Instead of wanting to escape a past, or to pretend people from the past don't exist, I think I should at least be embracing the time I spent with them while they were here.

[It doesn't take a genius to put together that she means both Sonny and Cyrus when she speaks. Except those who didn't know either.]

It's better to be thankful than it is to be held back. Smash Academy, can you tell me what you're thankful for? It doesn't have to be a person. It can be a thing, an ideal, a belief - whatever you want. I'm simply curious.
derivativeofx: (Obligatory Exposition Icon)

[video - THAT'S CHEATIIIIIIING]

[personal profile] derivativeofx 2012-10-30 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Surprising, but not surprising. Expected, because there really don't seem to be any reploids here. Unexpected, because the real X is running around campus somewhere right this moment. Good luck on his part, then; if she doesn't know the real one, then it's not like she can go comparing him, can she?]

Ah... I'm a reploid. To put it simply, I'm a robot.

[He pulls off a glove, revealing a hand with distinctly marionette-esque segmented joints and a small connector port embedded in the wrist. A little risky, since the real X is flawlessly human on the outside, but little differences like his own robotic seams can be explained away with an easy little lie or two.]

I was built to be a very convincing imitation; I could probably pass for perfectly human if I wanted to, but I'm not sure that I have a reason to be ashamed of what I am here.