To Change the Course (Pre MMZ)
X continued to watch his copy, his patience starting to thin some.
Had he not put the pieces together? He was a cyber elf now, there were things he no longer could do. Lacking a body made that difficult.
X shook his head firmly. Although small, he still was certain that the reploid could detect the gesture.
"Having myself appear while ‘I’ am currently on the throne in Neo Arcadia would only cause more problems than not. It would lead to questions, questions you don’t want asked.” He replied firmly.
"Furthermore, for the most part I have been… Occupied with another matter." Copy could not know about the seal, not yet.
Once his copy’s hand passed harmlessly through him, X mentally sighed. This was worse than dealing with that angry toddler back when he’d been a hunter.
"I can’t tell you how it happened for me, but for a regular reploid? That’s a slightly different story. The body and soul part ways, and a new cyber elf might be born from that. But… Most reploid souls don’t stay on Earth long, only in extreme situations do they tend to return. Such as if they have unfinished business…" He knew that if his copy was sharp, he might catch onto that, but, somehow, he had a feeling that he was too angered to really consider everything.
Yet another failing of his replica… Perhaps, he was a waste of his effort, and only could be pitied…
"No living being, human or otherwise, is worthless.” X replied sharply, showing a hint of what had made him the hunter he once was.
Yet, upon his copy’s orders, X’s form flared with genuine rage. Launching a solid blast of energy at the throne, X attempted to slam his copy against the chair, and keep him there with the consistent current of power.
“Do you really think that this will go ignored?” It echoed akin to a raging flood across the chambers.
For the first time in a long, long time, he felt his fury rise up. Yes, he was using more power than he wanted, but this was unforgivable.
“HAH. You’d be the one who’d answer the questions. I would merely…” Copy thought about it a moment. “How much responsibility should I take, this was the brats idea after all.” Ciel was a thorn in his side and forever would be. “Who lets a young girl access into valuable resources?” He jabbed.
Copy exhaled some air quickly in an unamused manner. Busy, X was busy. Well that just excuses everything.
He listened however to the explanation that was given about their kind. Well, not their kind. X was the original and could never be a reploid, he was different from them. It was another thing that bothered him.
The younger looked away. “Then I’ll make sure I won’t have any business to finish. Why would I want to stay here.” Without the perks being leader brought.
“..!” That was highly uncalled for! The copy managing to move out of the way of the blast, though it was clearly not aimed at him, but it was quite close. The leader shifted around to growl disapprovingly at the other. Caught off guard (after all who knew a little ball of energy could do anything?) Copy clenched his teeth, giving the other an equally fuming look.
He didn’t struggle to free himself however. Copy tilted his head to one side… Then smiled. The humour of this!
“I sit here in your former place, but it is mine now. And I’ll see fit to do… What I will not lose any guilt over, for I have nothing to be regretful of.” He stated boldly. There was a bit of unnerving folly in his expression now. He wouldn’t see reason. The younger was showing more of the child that he was. But it went beyond that. Children tended to have no barriers between morality and accountability if they were never taught properly in the first place. Copy was an uncontrollable slate. There was nothing physical that he valued enough to be accountable for.
No one he trusted. No one that could trust him.
Defiant as he was right now, that wasn’t to say that X in his current fit of righteous emotion wasn’t scary. Copy did have a sense to preserve his being if he needed to. If X wanted a fight he would give it to him. No Guardians, no soldiers. He wanted to prove he WAS better.
Briefly looking at the energy so furiously keeping him sat, Copy was at a loss on how to exactly defend himself. This form was too unusual. He looked back up at X’s gaze, though the glow of the energy made it a bit difficult to see.
Deciding, he leaned forward as best he could, twitching slightly as the energy around him was succeeding in keeping him mostly pinned. It also hurt a little to move.
“…This is YOUR fault as much as it is mine.”