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Merlin, Can you please just listen to me?
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Apr 26, 2014 09:04PM
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((with my guy Nico who I haven't created yet XD))
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A minute passed.
Another day, another injection. Another failure. He noted on the pad of paper in front of him
Nico was asleep in a cage inside Surikov's office, curled up in a ball in the corner, his wings, large and dark, spread and around himself, offering a false sense of protection and keeping him warm. His sides rose and fell slowly as he breathed, one hand and his lower legs and feet peeking out of his wings.
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((Not an eraser XD)) He jerked slightly, awake almost instantly. He didn't move however, his visible fingers twitching. His wings were pitch black and soft, exactly like bird's down. He made no noise, staying still.
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((aww bai :( )) Nico almost immediately scrambled back, wings folding against his back tightly. He stared at Surikov for a moment, before looking away like he was supposed to, his wings twitching against his back. His hair was messy from sleep, his eyes dark.
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He stared at him, ruffling his hair and string at him. "Mental" he replied quietly, his voice hoarse.
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He studied him, lifting his chin slightly. "That's very unlike you" he murmured.
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"No training today. Let them rest."
"But that's not what you tell us normally..."
"That is what I tell you today."
(all in Russian :p)
He stared at him, understanding every word. He'd learned Russian as well once he'd been brought there, but no one knew he could understand. He crawled towards the door, leaning against the bars. "Want some help?" he murmured, in english.
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He switched to Russian, fluent. "You said you don't feel well. I wish to help" he murmured gently, flinching when he was snapped at.
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He sighed, backing up in the cramped cage. He'd never, in all of his life, been given enough room to spread his wings to the full extent. He sighed softly, leaning black against the bars of his cage. "I apologize for trying to help" he mumbled, closing his eyes. He curled his knees to his chest.
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He stayed still for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. Slowly he crawled towards the door, hesitating, and slipping out before it could be shut. He stumbled to his feet, swaying slightly, waving his arms like he was going to lose his balance. obviously he hadn't been on his feet in a while. He didnt' look at him. This had to be some sort of foul trick.
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He yelped, his fingers just brushing the door. There goes my chance... he thought, shoulders slumping. He squirmed, his shirt hitched up so Surikov's hands were touching his bare skin instead of cloth. "I-I apologize!" he said quickly, both in Russian and English, over and over. He didn't want to get punished.
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"I'm seventeen, sir. Hardly a child" he mumbled, sitting cross legged on the ground where the whitecoat had set him. He looked up at him for a moment, before looking away. "Your experiment must be working" he mumbled.
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"The one you've been doing on yourself. You mumble a lot...you want to feel emotions" he murmured.
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He flinched and slowly nodded, hesitating before crawling back inside, head down as he curled up in the back corner once more.
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Surikov had forgotten to lock the cage. Hesitantly he pushed open the door, creeping out. He stood up slowly, straightening happily, arching his back to stretch, spreading his wings and stretching them out, purring. He smiled weakly, glancing hesitantly at the white coat and creeping over to him. The office door was locked. He moved close, trying to find his keys without waking him.
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He yelped and jerked back, clamping a hand over his own mouth to keep himself quiet. Hesitantly, he crawled onto the couch, pressed against him. "Don't worry. This is just a dream" he whispered.
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He flinched, knowing the jig was up. "you f-forgot to lock the door" he mumbled weakly.
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He nodded, smiling weakly and curling up in a ball on the floor in front of the couch, closing his eyes and folding his wings over himself like he had earlier that same day. Moonlight streamed through the barred window, illuminating his wings so they gleamed a glossy blue sheen.
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"What is wrong with me..." He murmured, moving his fingers. The mechanical joints installed beneath his pale skin moved fluidly, but he could still tell the power beneath each one. The power that had helped him kill his parents. That had shown them who was weak
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He listened to him quietly, and hesitantly sat up on his knees, kneeling in front of him. Cautiously, he reached out, placing delicate hands over Surikov's. "You're learning" he murmured quietly "You're learning to be more human. To be you. Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn"
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He nodded, not moving from where he was. "I like that name" he smiled. His fingers curled slightly, brushing against the backs of Surikov's hands. "My point still stands. Embrace your emotions and you will be happy. Promise" he murmured.
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"I'm not sure what to do, Nico. I'm not even supposed to be talking to such people as you-you are not even people-yet you give better advice than any person I have met." he said (in Russian)
He replied likewise in Russian. "you created me. Have you forgotten already? You keep me in your office for a reason. Maybe you have forgotten."
He slowly crawled onto the couch next to him. "I will teach you about an emotion right now, if you want" he murmured.
He slowly crawled onto the couch next to him. "I will teach you about an emotion right now, if you want" he murmured.
