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?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[And there's another long stare as Milo tries to figure out how to answer that.]

But I should.

[lamb_of_gold]

I am Mu, of Aries. Shion's student.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You should be like me then.

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

...

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

[lamb_of_gold]

No, You should be my age.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

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

[lamb_of_gold]

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

[leschath.livejournal.com]

But I'm not. Does it matter?

[He doesn't seem very interested, distracted still by the blood caking his hands.]

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

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

... What are you doing?

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

I assume you don't have an explanation.

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

Unfortunately not.

[lamb_of_gold]

You were my age last I saw you. Now you're younger than my own pupil. I think it certainly does matter.

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

[Carefully,] Yes.

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

[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?

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

Do you suppose it will pass?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Why? It's just confusing if you make it matter.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Yes, just now. [He looks a bit far off, remembering the shape of the island.]

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Gives Hei a disinterested sideways glance.]

Do you think I should know you too?

[auroredor.livejournal.com]

And not always?