Trying to make sense of a senseless world {Open to all}

[absolute_perception]

Characters: Elian Zigmarl and anyone
Setting: 5th September, Daytime Floors 1-6
Format: Prose but I'll match
Summary: Elian is working as his job as a janitor like a good little soldier only that he's found some really weird things along the way in the form of molds and fungus.
Warnings: None really other some probably gross science talk.

Elian started collecting some rather unusual things around the tower lately and he's looking to use them to keep his mind occupied. He scooped up some strange growth in the corners without really batting an eye.

Mostly out of boredom, he wondered if these strange molds and fungi could be used for something necessary. He may decide to do a bit more exploring with a little enabling.

Comments

[savedbyasong]

Shion blinked, "You're a clone?" Far from dirisive his tone sounded interested and amazed. Cloning was not something that had happened. But experimentation? A wave of anger hit Shion at the idea of his new friend being hurt at all.

His voice was low and serious, "Did they hurt you?"

[absolute_perception]

"Correct on both accounts but that doesn't matter anymore." Elian slide the jars around in the basket. "I'm okay now. This place was no different than the facility that created me. The differences are the people that reside here with me and I'm not locked in a pod."

Elian looked up at Shion and reached for his hand. "I'm learning how to be more human each time I interact. For that, I thank you."

[savedbyasong]

Shion blinked, that was awful. This place was bad enough, taking people to experiment on them; but to create someone for the sole purposes of experimenting on them was awful...

He took Elian's hand when it was reached out to him and held it tight. "I'm sorry that happened to you Elian, and that you are here now." His eyes were shining, his tone completely sincere.

[absolute_perception]

"Don't worry. If it's anything like what I remember, as long as we don't make the Administration angry, we'll be okay. I wasn't created to fight with my hands." He indicated with his free hand and pointed to his head. "This weapon they can't take away."

Elian noticed Shion's shining eyes and something within him pulled closer to hug Shion. His small body was surprisingly strong. "We'll be okay. As long as we breathe, we have hope."

[savedbyasong]

Shion nodded, he might have not been created but his mind was his greatest weapon as well, he learned to fight of course but he knew his intelligence could help people.

He returned the hug, "You're right. As long as we breathe we have hope."