jock, meet grandpa jock
Mar. 12th, 2019 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Okay so, Anna? Just not coming home one night after classes at her Very Important Law School? Definitely not as worrying as it could be, Malos supposes. He knows she's alive and the signals from their emotional bleed have been nothing but high strung excitement so she's gotta be fine, right? Right. Sure. It's not even the first time she hasn't come home.
He's chill, really. No big deal--
Hey what the fuck was that noise.
"Anna?" he calls, tentatively, moving towards its source. "That you? You're cutting it pretty close to your curfew, but--"
That's a joke. She doesn't have a curfew. She's like thirty, even if she doesn't look it.
(Malos is well, well aware this might not even be his daughter.)
He's chill, really. No big deal--
Hey what the fuck was that noise.
"Anna?" he calls, tentatively, moving towards its source. "That you? You're cutting it pretty close to your curfew, but--"
That's a joke. She doesn't have a curfew. She's like thirty, even if she doesn't look it.
(Malos is well, well aware this might not even be his daughter.)
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Date: 2019-03-14 08:49 pm (UTC)He offered a distraction, so a distraction he'll give.
He reaches up to touch his core crystal as Lloyd brings it up, fingers tracing the half-diamond shape set into metal ornamentation that is only half-full, now. He can feel his ether pulsing under his fingertips, a steady beat.
"It's a core crystal," he answers. He remembers that Lloyd said he wasn't from this world-- and is pretty sure, now, that Lloyd's world doesn't have blades. "It's what blades like me have instead of a human heart. Call it... the core of my being. Everything I am? Stored right here."
Maybe not too different from exspheres, Malos thinks, now, but he doesn't want to bring it up.
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Date: 2019-03-14 09:27 pm (UTC)A stone holding the essence of a being's life? He's seen them, held them, broke them, stopped them from being produced - it's not an exsphere, Malos implies, but Lloyd fights off a wince at the similarities between the two.
But maybe, Lloyd's mind supplies as he stares at the exsphere on his left hand, he's just thinking too hard about it. Maybe these - blades, as Malos called them, don't work like people with exspheres and cruxis crystals do, maybe core crystals aren't produced the same, and aren't as awful as exspheres are. Maybe they act like cruxis crystals without the side-effects -
The necklace stuffed under his shirt burns on his skin, the way it tends to do when Lloyd thinks about cruxis or the crystals associated with them. He ignores it, instead rubbing at his left wrist with a little more force than usual. It's fine. Figure out more about this world, don't worry about yourself, or your home. We're here for Sheena.
"So... You're a blade? You're not exactly sword-shaped, y'know," Lloyd jokes, glancing again at Malos' core crystal. He shifts on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him, "What's the difference between you and a human? Is everyone on this world a blade?"
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:20 am (UTC)Realizes Lloyd doesn't get the joke.
Elaborates.
"No, look, there's humans on this world too-- your mom's one of 'em!-- and the difference is. Hm," He pauses. He's never had to explain it before? "Well, biologically, humans run on blood, blades run on ether. Humans can't really manipulate ether, either. ...Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself."
What's the most basic shit about blades that Lloyd needs to know? Oh, duh.
"Look... blades are..." He tries to pick the words, and it's weird, because he's so used to everyone just Knowing this shit. "When we die, we don't die, die. We return to our core crystal until someone comes around to wake us up again-- but, we do lose our memories when we return to our core crystals, so it's kind of like dying, I guess."
That got kind of grim. Uh. Anyway.
"When someone wakes us up, this thing calls resonance happens, tying us to our driver. Blades help their drivers with all sorts of things-- mostly we're good for fighting, but..." He smiles, fond. "I mean, I raised your mother, since she resonated with me when she was young and... Well, she didn't have anyone else."
His expression gets a little distant, fists clenching for a moment. The fact Anna had to watch her grandmother, her only living family, die? Makes his gut churn. (And is definitely part of why the idea Lloyd had to watch his mother die makes him feel so sick.)
"Anyway." He snaps himself out of it. "That's the basics, I think. Lemme know if you've got questions."
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:56 am (UTC)He doesn't really blame Malos for his lingering confusion though. The processes and concepts he's describing don't sound like they could be easily explainable - he'd probably have just as much luck trying to explain it even if he were knowledgable. But he trucks on anyways, tries not to show on his face that he only really understands like, a fraction of what was said, and files it all away for later. Maybe Sheena knows more about all of this. When he finds her he'll ask.
(He makes sure to use "when" instead of "if". His chest tightens with fear over her missing status, and he really, really misses her.)
Blinking back to reality, Lloyd catches onto something implied in Malos' explanations. Resonance, is it like an emotional link between a blade and a driver? Or is it something else? If his mother was adopted by Malos because she resonated with him, Lloyd imagines it has to be. But then - why did Anna resonate with Malos? Why was he in a position to adopt her -
Oh. Something clicks within Lloyd's mind. Was Anna an orphan? Like he thought he was (and really, still is, with Kratos lost to space) all this time?
A feeling like dark kinship settles in Lloyd's stomach. He feels awful, would never wish losing someone's parents on anyone, but... Knowing that he and his mother both had to suffer through that makes him a little more sure that maybe they'll understand each other better than he feared when they finally meet.
After a few moments of silence, he glances up at Malos. "Thank you for the explanation!" He says, and he means it. "I can work with it, I think. I'm sure I'll learn as I make my way around here."
He stands up, offering a hand to Malos with a smile. "Sorry for breaking in, but. I'm really glad I got to meet you. I gotta get going so I can find my friend, assuming all of the soldiers running around are gone."
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Date: 2019-03-15 04:42 am (UTC)Lloyd doesn't get a chance to answer, because it's then that the front door slams open. They have a clear view of the doorway from where they're sitting/standing, which means Malos sees his daughter and immediately launches to his feet to wrap her up in the tightest hug he can, considering he just watched her-- an alternate her, but still her-- fucking die.
((And then the rest of this shit happens in the other thread!))