rewound and broken

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[A boy wearing the Scorpio Cloth appears on the Astral Plane. He's under five feet tall and seems almost skinny under the heavy armor. His blue-violet hair is wavy and wild, it's not that long yet, falling only down slightly past his shoulders. His armor is splattered with blood that's not his, his hands look as if they'd been soaked in it. There's a prominent smear of blood on the corner of his mouth too.]

[He doesn't seem to notice his surroundings for a long moment, just rubbing his fingers together experimentally and then scissoring his fingers.]

[He glances up at the stars around him, though his face remains mostly blank.]

Again? Hm...

[And he just goes back to examining his hands curiously.]

[ooc; say hello to Milo riiight after he got his Scorpio Cloth. He's about 6/7 though he probably doesn't look that age.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh Hell no...]

...Milo?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a moment to respond, like he doesn't quite recognize his name. But then he looks over and stares for a long moment before saying anything.]

Yes?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Pardon Mu. His brain is in a restart loop. Again.]

You...what...?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Since it seems like he has nothing important to say Milo just sits down and closes his eyes. Not that he's stopped rubbing his fingers or clenching and unclenching his other hand periodically.]

[lamb_of_gold]

...You don't recognize me, do you?

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

...

[Hi this is so not what he expected to find.]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo doesn't notice the DOTS. So he just cups his own hand over his nose and mouth, smelling the blood.]

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

[He should learn to speak the language then. :| Camus approaches him to make his presence known.]

... What are you doing?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[He looks up when Camus is close enough to be a threat though Milo isn't particularly wary.]

Aquarius.

[He pulls his hand away and shrugs.]

Nothing in particular I think.

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

[Carefully,] Yes.

... You are Milo. [It's more of a statement than a question.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Aside]
Please tell me this is a terrible joke.

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

I assume you don't have an explanation.

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfortunately not.

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

Do you suppose it will pass?

[contract_star]

[Stops. And stares. For quite awhile. Oh hellno. This is definitely not what Hei expected to find after waking up in Scorpio temple.]

Milo?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Gives Hei a disinterested sideways glance.]

Do you think I should know you too?

[contract_star]

[Okay, brain. Calm down. Hei rubs at his forehead, oh god, headache is coming back.]

Maybe. I don't know. Do you? [Hei is thinking this must just be another--tinier--version of Milo.]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo gives the question some thought though it doesn't change his answer.]

Maybe. [And he stares at Hei now, grasping for memories that seem more dreams than anything right now.] Lightning.

[contract_star]

[...oh dear.]

Yes. That would be me. [Long pause, staring at Milo as if he's a puzzle that needs solving.] What happened to you?

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

...... [And here's a staring Shun trying to figure out what's going. 'Cause that is the Scorpio cloth and that looks kind of like Milo but..]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo does not speak the language of the dots, so he doesn't bother to acknowledge Shun.]

[shunofandromeda.livejournal.com]

[Finally, a little hesitantly] Milo..?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[He'd getting tired of this name already. Slowly he looks up at Shun.]

Yes?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[someone younger, yay!] Are your hands all right?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo staaares, because Fumie is female and he hasn't seen one of those in a long time.]

Yes.