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dear_mun2012-06-03 12:15 pm
stellartraitor) wrote in dear_mun2012-06-03 12:15 pm
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canon is bomberman 64
What is this n-nonsense? You bring me back from the dead and-d then stick me in a faulty b-body--
[ FUCK YOUR STUTTERING MECHANICAL VOICEBOX. he makes a growling sound, twitching. ]
And further-rmore, I have no wish to be your puppe-et in such endeavours. I do not desire, nor do I need, any sort of 'redemption'.
I have no w-wish to be a hero of any sort. My task-k is done.
Leave me in peace. Miserable child.
[ FUCK YOUR STUTTERING MECHANICAL VOICEBOX. he makes a growling sound, twitching. ]
And further-rmore, I have no wish to be your puppe-et in such endeavours. I do not desire, nor do I need, any sort of 'redemption'.
I have no w-wish to be a hero of any sort. My task-k is done.
Leave me in peace. Miserable child.
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there's a pause. ]
It was. A long-g time ago. It was an accid-dent - nobody-y's fault. I was in the wrong place. Wrong t-time.
I was lucky. That-t was what they said-d. [ whoa bitter suddenly before he goes back to normal. ] My mobility was s-severely compromised. I w-would no longer be able to run. T-that alone would not have bothered me. It would have s-sufficed. I was a technician as w-well as a fighter.
My arms w-were damaged as well - in particular, my hand-ds. I w-was no longer able t-to do delicate work, the type of-f work that was required, that I had been best at.
But I was lucky to be alive, s-so I should be grateful. Even though I was useless. [ guess how much self-loathing he has under the whole I AM AN AMORAL BASTARD thing
yeah a lot ]
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He starts to say something, but for the moment he'll remain silent. He's curious if there's more of the tale to be told. There wasn't time enough, years ago, to learn this sort of thing, but here in this weird world? Here's there's perhaps too much time. It's uncomfortable, but...in doing the work he does, apprehending wrongdoers of all sorts, he needs to be able to understand their stories. Needs to know that there is a story, worth being told no matter how horrible it is.
Because if Bomberman forgets that there are stories, he may very well turn into Jun. Or Shiroyasha.]
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he was happy, once. but he's never gotten that back. it doesn't excuse his machinations, his manipulations; that self-loathing reminds him clearly of his faults and the terrible things he's done. ]
I s-searched, after my rehabilitation was finished. T-there was nothing left of the t-things I had. [ a bitter twist of his mouth, almost a smile. ] I t-told you I lied, about m-my family, but the only part that was untrue w-was that Altair had d-destroyed it.
It-t was partway d-during my rehabilit-tation. More pr-roof that I was worth nothing, if I w-was unable to save anyone.
S-so I searched. It t-took me years. When I found t-the Cube - or more accurately, it f-found me - I was willing-g to do anything to be useful again.
So it restored m-me, and in e-exchange, I did its w-work. Simple, isn't it?
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The original sob story had been a great sympathy ploy for the more naive Bomberman. It had reinforced his sense of right and wrong, and propelled him forward through the trauma of Artemis and Orion's accidental deaths and (later) through the confrontation with Regulus. In Bomberman's mind then, he'd fucked up, but he could still make things right for Sirius, couldn't he?
Well. He sure did. Just not in the way he'd been expecting.
Thinking back on things now...Bomberman still can't help but feel sympathy for the man. It's a more gentle one, the light of idealism faded with time, but it's there. It doesn't excuse, but it certainly explains. Which is mostly what Bomberman had been looking for in the first place.]
You're talking about the Cube as though it's a sentient thing. Is that why Regulus and the Masked Trio had problems stealing it from you? That, instead of you holding onto the Cube...it held onto you? Or am I overthinking things?
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It is. P-power for a price; r-receive anything-g you desir-re, and give it your soul.
[ he shakes his head. ] T-that is c-correct. Altair, however, d-did not accomplish his g-goal in the traditional sense. Ordinarily, t-the new owner would find it by chance, the old host hav-ving died - as I did - or t-the old host would be killed in the b-battle for it and it would transfer its energy t-to the new one.
He s-stole it, without killing me, and t-that was his mistake. It is indiscriminate, and l-lives to fulfill its function-n, but it was s-still drawing from me, and also from him.
It desires-s a conflict, a battle of o-ownership. The new host w-would have to prov-ve their worth to be able to utilis-se it fully.
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T-though. I feel s-sorry for hi-im. I belie-eve as punis-shment for not c-conducting the transferal of p-power properly, he w-was subjected to nightmare visions. N-not pleasant.
[ oh look, he has empathy. FANCY THAT YOU ARE LEARNING SO MANY NEW THINGS TODAY ]
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Well, can't say I'm sorry that the Cube was destroyed. Unless it was, like, a sacred artifact of your world or something. [Like the Fire Stone.]
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T-the Cube itse-elf is an art-tifact that drive-es its hosts t-to destru-uction - both of oth-hers and their own-n. I d-doubt it would b-be missed by an-nyone.
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Heh, you never know. There are probably some chaos-crazy people out there crying into their cereal about the Cube's demise. [THAT WAS A JOKE, OKAY OKAY]