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[fabrecation]

[Filtered to Guy//Ridiculously hackable Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...


[Filtered to Ion//So hackable it hurts Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

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[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

Comments

My brain wants to think Luke is a she.

[seiriald]

Started it... [With what he's asking, and how he evaded speaking about the circumstances of his birth...]

So can I see it for myself? If you don't mind.

According to fanart, Luke makes an adorable female.

[fabrecation]

... Wait, you can see souls too?

... Visualizing now brb

[seiriald]

Yeah, sometimes I get lucky and can hear them sing, too! It takes some effort to actually get to that point, though...

Yeah you go ahead and do that. ;D

[fabrecation]

Sing?

[... Well. No harm in getting a second opinion. Actually, that might help him out a little.] Um, I wouldn't mind if you saw my soul...

[seiriald]

Really? You mean it?! [This makes her so excited, actually getting to match up a voice with another soul.]

[fabrecation]

Y-Yeah, I mean it! I wouldn't say so if I didn't!

[seiriald]

O-kay! It's a date! [Back to trolling times~.]

What's your name, mister?

[fabrecation]

A date?! [Did she really just-

fff name. Right.] I-I'm Luke. Uh... What's yours?

[seiriald]

[You make it so easy to tease you.] Nice to meet you, Luke! My name is Kaori and I am indeed a girl!

[fabrecation]

I think I figured that out already...

[seiriald]

Just making sure! [With all the experiments that have been going on you can never tell.]

So where and when can I find you...?

[fabrecation]

Whenever's fine with me... Oh, how about by the fountain later on? I've still got to talk to some people, so maybe late afternoon?

[seiriald]

Late afternoon, the fountain... Sure! I can meet you there. [She'll just have to let Spada know she's coming home late and not becoming a pretzel somewhere.]

[fabrecation]

Okay! See you later.

[True to his word, by that time, Luke's in his coat and heading out to meet her. He's not quite sure what she looks like, so he'll stop a few feet away from the fountain and look around. Hellooo?]

[seiriald]

[Kaori is already sitting at the fountain, patiently waiting for Luke to show up. She can't help looking up when he came closer, because his soul felt warm to her. It was... comforting.

But she can't know it's him because lol being blind, you'll have to speak up, Luke.]

[fabrecation]

[Luke can't really tell, but... Well, it couldn't hurt to try, so he takes a step closer to her and:]

Kaori?

[seiriald]

[Perking up immediately and staring at the soul she now knew was him. Well well, it really is green. The same white-green as the life energy back home...]

You have a very warm soul, Luke.

[fabrecation]

[That confirmation just makes Luke stop in his tracks and raise his hand to press his palm against his chest again. He isn't twisting it in his shirt, at least... But it's still so strange to hear.]

Oh... You think so?

[seiriald]

Yeah, warm souls are always good souls. [They were far easier to trust, anyway. More honest, innocent... and younger.]

... But the age doesn't match up with you? [That's what it sounded like.]

[fabrecation]

Good, huh... [Luke still isn't really sure about that. After all he's done, his soul can be considered good? But... Whatever, it's not like he can question someone who can see his soul.]

Y-Yeah, that's right. It... looks kind of young, right?

[seiriald]

It does... [There's so many emotions wrapping around you that it's starting to make her feel a little dizzy. Where to even start talking about it?]

How old are you anyway...?

[fabrecation]

I'm supposed to be seventeen...

[Luke... really hates admitting this. There's a reason why he always makes a face when it's pointed out to him, after all.]

But I'm really just seven.

[seiriald]

Seven...? That makes sense, I suppose. [Many reasons for that run through her mind, but she's not going to pry if he doesn't want to share.]

... It... bothers you, doesn't it?