little stars going out

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[there's a child, no more than ten, standing with his back to the wall. he's dressed in a plain white shirt and shorts, looking rather like he stepped out of a hospital or, perhaps, a laboratory. he's not making a sound, and his face is more or less blank, save for just a hint of something like curiosity.]


(ooc: Info in profile~.)

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[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Hey there, buddy.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[starts slightly at being spoken to, gaze drifting upward slowly. he doesn't say a word, and his expression doesn't change.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

New here?

[friendly smile.]

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[looks around, just as slowly, then back to Demyx without a word.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[hm. no talking so far...Demyx isn't sure how to deal with this one.]

Are you alright?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[-that's like "are you functioning", right? nods sharply.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

What's your name?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[blinks, not understanding the question.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

...please talk to me?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

You are not my creator.

[the words are said a bit slowly, like all his movements have been, and are barely above a whisper.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[blinks, scratching the back of his head.]

...I'm Demyx.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

De-myx.

[tests the name out, nodding slightly. a new word, a name other than 'creator', to add to his vocabulary.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[thinks this is some kind of robot.]

Your creator isn't here.

[doesn't know how to explain to this child.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he stops in his steps as he realizes he's looking at a kid version of his dr. Even.]

Uhm. Hi?

[there was something odd with this kid...]

Are you new here?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[doesn't reply, just staring at him, blinking slowly.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he crouches down, wondering if the child is shy. or scared. or deaf, maybe.]

I'm Roxas.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[frowns very faintly at him, but still doesn't respond.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

...ehm.

[as if Roxas wasn't awkward enough in social settings without having to deal with this.]

Are you okay?

[he talks a bit louder and slower, just in case.]

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[that gets an immediate response; a sharp nod. he's used to the questions being more clinical than "are you okay", but he understands the meaning.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[so he did hear and understand what he said. good.]

How old are you?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then, as if reciting from memory-]

Six days, seventeen hours, twenty three minutes and... forty seconds.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[wait what. sure, Roxas didn't know that much about humans, but he was quite sure human children wouldn't be this big when six days old.]

You're a replica?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[another nod.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[but why would someone make a replica of themselves?]

Do you know where you are?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[as a test, of course. shakes his head.]