[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-04 03:50 pm
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-04 03:50 pm
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[It's so bad now that Luke feels like he can barely get out of bed except for necessary needs. It's... honestly kind of strange. Sure, he's scared, and sure, he hates having to lay here and just wait for it to happen, despite writing and drawing to pass the time. But he isn't quite as terrified as he was just a month ago.
It's like he's accepted that this is happening in a quiet, somber sort of way.
There's pain every day, he's tired every day, he's thin and pale and looks as if he's just wasting away, as if he's all that's left after tiny pieces of himself slowly just... faded away. Even his hair seemed not quite as full as it ought to be.
He hated it, yes. But it's happening. And he's close to fading away completely, he knows that. Maybe that's why he's mostly okay with this. It can finally be over.
He'd only flipped through the journal to keep track of everyone. Now, though, he can't help being morbidly curious, in a way. So, making sure that he himself is out of sight, he writes slowly to the masses.]
If someone told you that you didn't have much longer to live, what would you do about it? What would you do with the last days of your life?
[It's a question that could be asked even by a curious healthy person, something to get people to think. He can think of it that way, and get answers that he might just need because of it.]
It's like he's accepted that this is happening in a quiet, somber sort of way.
There's pain every day, he's tired every day, he's thin and pale and looks as if he's just wasting away, as if he's all that's left after tiny pieces of himself slowly just... faded away. Even his hair seemed not quite as full as it ought to be.
He hated it, yes. But it's happening. And he's close to fading away completely, he knows that. Maybe that's why he's mostly okay with this. It can finally be over.
He'd only flipped through the journal to keep track of everyone. Now, though, he can't help being morbidly curious, in a way. So, making sure that he himself is out of sight, he writes slowly to the masses.]
If someone told you that you didn't have much longer to live, what would you do about it? What would you do with the last days of your life?
[It's a question that could be asked even by a curious healthy person, something to get people to think. He can think of it that way, and get answers that he might just need because of it.]
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[He couldn't hand the casino management over to just anyone; his Family needs to be able to get good money from it.]
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[Because as much as Luke wants answers, he doesn't like toeing the line between that and telling people what's wrong.]
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I manage a casino for my Family.
[Perhaps he's a bit too picky, but they can't afford to have clumsy dealers or management.]
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Really? That sounds like fun... I never got to play most of the games, but they all looked pretty fun anyway! Kind of hard though...
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They need to be hard. Can't have people winning all the time.
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[Well, for the Family.]
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[Why else would a few of the customers he saw gesture angrily at the machines?]
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[The last line makes Firo wonder just how young this person is-- and if they even have a job. He's been working in the casino since he was in his early teens.]
How old are you, by the way?
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Is there a depression where you live, too?
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The Score was abolished. The religion that everyone came to rely on for years was forbidden to be read from again. People felt lost, frightened, unsure of what to do without the Score.
But Luke isn't sure if this person would understand, nor does he really want to talk about it.]
Just... a lot of big changes that people didn't like at all.
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[He's more sympathetic than the words might sound. Back home, his life has gotten pretty close to exactly where he wants it and most of the big changes he can imagine would be pretty crushing.]
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[Change can take a long while. He knows that for a fact.]
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[It'd be swell if things worked out like that, but in Firo's experience someone's always slighted. Typically it's many someones.]
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Because if it kept going, the whole world would've been destroyed and no one would've cared.
[That's the power of the Score. It led to the destruction of Hod, of Akzeriuth, and no one lifted a finger to help because it was foretold in the Score.]
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[He pauses, wondering if he should ask his next question. The situation Luke is describing just seems so bizarre with so few details that he gives in to his curiosity.]
Why wouldn't they care?
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See, what happened was...
... Imagine a drug, I guess. [It's how his master described it, and it's the first thing he thinks of.] A drug everyone likes because it makes them feel like... the world will be better. But if they keep taking it, it actually makes everything worse, and everyone would die because of it.
So... in a way, we took that drug away.
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[He's seen the effects taking away a drug can have, though it's still hard for him to imagine something on such a huge scale. Most of his focus is directed towards the microcosm of his Family and friends; he has no idea how he'd even deal with a situation like that. There's a long pause as he tries, and gives up, on finding something to say.]
Good luck with it, I guess. Hope it doesn't take too long for things to stop being crazy.
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[After a moment, he adds:]
And good luck with that other stuff too.
[People don't just ask about what people would do if they were dying; something must be up.]
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