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Sillo Deskern

"Looking at the stress around me and seeing what it does to people, I prefer to not give a shit."

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a character in “Gatewatchers”, as played by NeverEndingFlip

Description

Name: Sillo Deskern Image

Nicknames: "Sil" or "Silly Dilly"

Age: 16

Mana Color: Blue

Preferred Magic Styles: Teleportation, Telekinesis, Air/Wind Manipulation, Emotion Manipulation, Conjuring Objects, Locating, and Scrying.

Height: The flippin' Behemoth. 6'4"

Weight: 150 lbs.

Eye Color: Blue to normal people, Electric Blue to Mana Users

Hair Color: Blonde to normal people, Snow White to Mana Users.

Apparel: Plain. No fancy designs or anything like that. Just one color for his shirt and typically jeans with white shoes. He wears no jewelry nor has any bodily markings.

Unique Trait: The Observer: Sillo can slip out of reality and spectate the world around him for as long as he has Mana to spare. It makes for a great escape from enemies or from life in general. It also makes for fantastic eavesdropping moments.

Strengths: Reinforced High Mana Pool due to constant use, Calm and Collected, In full control of all his abilities, Extremely Smart, Funny.

Weaknesses: Pacifist, Fairly Neutral, Very Forgiving, Physically Weak, very mischevious, prone to not taking things seriously.

Background: Sillo Deskern was the child of Ezma and Riley Deskern. Growing up, his parents were so busy as first responders to the "natural" disasters occurring that they never had time for him. This left Sillo a whole imagination to dive into as he lived his life with himself in practical terms. He's read all kinds of books and formulated all kinds of games in his head, putting him on a genius level.

He first discovered his abilities when he was eight, wishing he could disappear from a lecture about the Civil War he already knew his stuff on and then finding himself at home, in his bedroom. Over time, he learned to hone in on these powers and develop them further. And he certainly didn't use them sparingly considering he never takes the bus anywhere nor bothers with getting a learner's permit like everyone else his age. He often finds pranks the greatest pastime for him, given that he can get away with just about anything.

Sillo likes to learn. He enjoys discovering new things and tends to follow these trails of knowledge down to where they lead. In one instance, it led him to a Gateway where he witnessed Wild Mana perform such a disaster. He teleported away before he became a casualty, but the entity perked his inner learning desire. Hoping to one day unlock the secrets of the Gateway, he searches for open Gateways, trying to decipher their meaning and figure out a way to harness their power or at least shut them off. It was through these efforts that he stumbled upon the Gatewatchers a few months ago and joined their ranks.

Sillo's curiosity and thirst for knowledge may label him as an Orange Mana User, but his overall carefree attitude leads him to be able to control Blue Mana.

So begins...

Sillo Deskern's Story

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Sillo's typically calm and cool exoskeleton was a bit rattled by the mentioning of these apparent actions he had partaken upon Aldred. Smashing him through the sound barrier? Holding him at knife point? He didn't remember doing any of that. He'd think he remember a fight in which he threw a lime green Boeing 757 at his opponent, but he wasn't like he wasn't going to trust Aldred. What the actual hell happened in there? He didn't want to believe it, but maybe...maybe the fight did go on after he dislocated his arm.

Still, he decided to inquire further through the facade of ignorance as he took the unorthodox breakfast of hot dogs and chocolate milk, "Er, thanks," he muttered, "I guess there were no eggs or bacon left."

Taking a bite, he shook off the rubbery taste at eight in the morning as he shifted his gaze back to Aldred, "But what do you mean by all that? I did that? Because I don't exactly remember going through those moments. Last thing I remember was you dislocating my arm. Didn't I black out after that?" He needed tangible evidence if he was going to take in fully what Aldred was saying. It just seemed so bizarre to him...so out of nature.

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  1. Forgot to add that the whole heading towards the bin to see footage is only a go if you wish it to be a go. If you don't want it to be a go, Aldred will gladly comply for whatever else is going on, since he's a bit too lazy to protest lol. - Alle not logged in

    by Anonymous
  2. Nah, you act your character out as he would. My character shall react as he should.

    by NeverEndingFlip

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"Er, thanks, I guess there were no eggs or bacon left."

"... Yes." Aldred lied with a smile, pulling another hotdog out of his pocket. He stuffed half of it into his mouth, chewing quietly.

Sillo didn't need to know that Aldred had just decided to grab the easiest foodstuff to carry - which happened to be hotdogs instead of the steaming pile of eggs or bacon provided a few plates away, beside the plate containing grilled toast. Maybe he should have gone for hotdog-on-toast instead? But ah well. Food was food, and hotdogs counted as a breakfast food, right?

At least, he thought it did...

Does it really matter anyway? Also, doesn't sausages count as breakfast?

"But what do you mean by all that? I did that? Because I don't exactly remember going through those moments. Last thing I remember was you dislocating my arm. Didn't I black out after that?"

"Yeah, you did it all." Aldred said, eager to turn the topic away from possible breakfast foods. He pointed the half eaten sausage thoughtfully at Sillo, recalling the fight. "I think me dislocating your arm was why you turned serious, to be honest." Aldred made sure his mouth was clear before he spoke, a faint smile crawling over his face as he recalled the scene. "It was pretty fun, it kind of sucks that you don't remember. You didn't black out, though. You looked like this."

Aldred gestured to his face, which had already begun to morph. His cheekbones grew more higher, and his face began to narrow in while his hair began to shrink back into his head, darkening as if it was being dyed black. Within seconds, Aldred's head was a rough imitation of Sillo's face. If someone had came across them at that moment, they would have seen two nearly identical people - one with white hair and blue eyes seated in a bed, the other with black hair and red eyes leaning on the back of a chair, grinning at Sillo as he chewed a lump of sausage.

"Looks pretty good, right?" Aldred asked breezily around a mouthful of meat. His face morphed back to normal as he swallowed, and Aldred squeezed his cheek his cheek. "Huh, forgotten how that felt." He muttered to himself with a mildly surprised look on his face. He looked back up at Sillo. "Anyway, if you did black out like you said you did, then how did we get all these healed up injuries?"

It couldn't have been an imposter. The Sillo in front of him was the one bearing the healed up wounds. Aldred didn't think the confusion was fake, either - Sillo looked genuinely clueless, as if he really did have no clue as to what Aldred was talking about. Even if Aldred talked about it all the leu-long day, Sillo wasn't likely to believe him either without actual physical proof.

Wait a minute. Proof...

Got it!

"Well, it might be best to see it in person for yourself," Aldred decided, finishing the sausage. He stood up and stretched, taking a glance over at himself and Sillo. He was dressed (black shirt and grey pants with hospital slippers, wristband bracelet on his wrist as ever), but he wasn't quite sure about Sillo's choice of clothes. "After you change or do whatever, we'll head to the Bin. There're tapes from the security cameras there; we can check out the fight. They won't let me touch anything since I nearly wrecked it last time, haha-" Aldred scratched his head with a sheepish laugh "-but I think they'll be ok if you ask."

The Bin was inside the security guard room, where most ordered tapes were stored. People liked to rewatch footage of them doing training in the rooms, and provided they went through some security checkups to prove that they were allowed the tapes they could take it, head to a room with a VCR and slot it in to see the data stored in the disc. The security cameras were functional even within the dimensional bubbles people fought in, being able to capture footage no matter what dimension they were in or how badly the place was blown up. Some might call it overbearing and an invasion of privacy, but it was a great safety precaution against people who thought that a multidimensional training room would allow them to kill someone 'by accident' and get away with it.

Once Sillo was ready to leave, they could head towards the Bin, Aldred leading the way with a stroll. They'd get past the security without much problems, find that the tape was reserved for Aldred in the box, and after that they'd probably find somewhere private to watch it. That was, of course, if Sillo wanted to head towards the Bin. Aldred was pretty much willing to go elsewhere if he didn't.

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"Yeah, you did it all," Aldred started to grow more and more excited the more he talked about it, "I think me dislocating your arm was why you turned serious, to be honest. It was pretty fun, it kind of sucks that you don't remember. You didn't black out, though. You looked like this."

Sillo grew a bit more anxious as Aldred morphed his face into a near carbon copy of his own, with the exception of the black hair and red eyes of course. Had he really looked like that. "That's like, the exact opposite of me. Like a dark personality split copy of myself or something," Sillo thought aloud, "Weird."

"Anyway, if you did black out like you said you did, then how did we get all these healed up injuries?"

He looked down at his arms, noticing the raw skin standing apart from his own. "Well I figured you'd caused them in battle. Though now that I see it...there are more than I anticipated." There was still that shrivel of doubt behind his words, as if he needed further proof to believe what he was seeing and hearing was real. For a moment, neither boy spoke.

Then Aldred snapped his fingers, "Well, it might be best to see it in person for yourself."

Now he was curious. Sillo shot a brow up as Aldred got out of bed, "You taped the fight?" He started sliding out of bed himself, revealing he was wearing his standard white long-sleeved shirt with blue jeans. Sillo liked the casual style of it.

"After you change or do whatever, we'll head to the Bin. There're tapes from the security cameras there; we can check out the fight. They won't let me touch anything since I nearly wrecked it last time, haha-" Aldred scratched his head with a sheepish laugh "-but I think they'll be ok if you ask."

"Right," he was honestly rather complacent with moving on from the event and forgetting like it ever happened. But Aldred was right. This was something he had to see. This was his body after all. He had to know about all it's functional parts. Plus, he was also interested in the second part of the fight...the part he missed.

"So where is this Bin anyway?" Sillo asked as Aldred led the way, a bit more cheerful than he was...almost like he was being toured around the facility again.

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  1. I'd include a segment of Aldred deliberately messing with the guards by deliberately destroying a toaster accidentally-on-purpose, but eh. Felt it'd get too long that way. So just dialogue instead.

    by Alle9009
  2. Forgot - if this offends anyone I apologise.

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"Here, follow me." Aldred grinned as they head towards the Bin, making sure to take the long way around. The short way contained the canteen, which had to be avoided if Aldred wanted Sillo to still believe in the lie. As they walked down the hallways; Aldred making brief commentary that described the functions of the rooms they passed with a professional smile on his face, acting like a tourguide. Nothing out of the ordinary, until a stout middle aged woman with freckles and bright red hair spotted them. Slowing down slightly, she grinned and said in a thick Scottish accent that made it almost impossible to hear what she was saying properly,

"Oi, Smilin' Robot! Showin' yer new frein aroond the place?"

"Ah, Marcie!" Aldred smiled brightly, and when he spoke next his voice was faster and more singsong like Marcie McSkinner's speech, as if he were trying to copy her speech patterns. "And aye, I am!" Aldred called back, shooting a smile her way as if he understood what she was saying. "Sillo, this is Marcie, a regular customer at the gym. She's got superstrength. Marcie, this is Sillo, he's new here." He introduced them quickly with a smile, without a pause in stride. "Also, I'm not a robot. I'm made out of flesh and bone. Why does everyone keep calling me that?"

"Aye, aye, keep on thinkin' that. Pay no attention to him, me lad!" Marcie ignored Aldred's puzzled frown in favour of shooting a mischievous, broad grin at Sillo that'd looked a bit unsettling on her face. She threw back her head with a friendly, explosive laugh and patted Aldred's back with a thump that made Aldred stagger a few steps forward. "Ye see how he's always smilin' even when its minging? Why, this one time he-"

"Marcie." A smile was technically a warm and peaceful gesture, but Aldred's smile felt cold, almost like a warning. "Remember the time with the dog and the tar and feathers?"

"Ach, dinnae get yer knickers in a twist, Aldred, ay ken what ay said," Marcie said, waving her hand in the universal gesture of 'nevermind, nevermind'. "Change oh the subject, aye? Ahm headin' hame, now. Night Shift's over, and ah miss me kids. Those wee bairns are gonna be the death of me someday," she chuckled fondly. What about you lads?"

"We're heading to the Bin."

The Bin?" A disconcerted look flashed past Marcie's face, as if she'd just heard that a bomb disposal squad was on their way to her workplace. "You sure? Ye do realise that -"

"Yes, I'm sure." Aldred interrupted, his faint grin turning into something that was still a smile but more long-suffering. He looked as if he wanted to sigh, but was keeping the urge in check by forcing his lips to curve upwards. "Just because I accidentally pulled out the plugs, spilled water on the electrical fuses and made the whole room explode doesn't mean I'm incapable. It was two years ago! Surely they'd be over it now?"

Marcie shot him an odd look. "Ye do remember that Don got stuck in the hospital fer a week thanks to that..."

"Ah." Aldred blinked as if he'd just remembered that fact, then shrugged tentatively. "... Sillo's with me, they can't just refuse to serve someone new?" He tried, shooting Marcie a hopeful grin. "Plus, Mr Cohald helped me reserve the disc; they can't just ignore that either."

"Guid luck gettin' Don tae forget that." Aldred sighed ruefully as Marcie laughed loudly, throwing her head back. "" They reached a bend in the hallway, and Marcie took the left while Aldred turned right. "I'm headin' home fir a kip. Bye now! Ye wee laddies have fun!"

As they continued down the hall Aldred leaned towards Sillo. "Don't worry if you don't understand," he whispered quietly out of the corner of his mouth "She's Scottish, but whenever she meets new people she exaggerates the accent and the slang until she sounds like she's from Glasgow to people who don't know Scottish. Normally it isn't that noticeable." He shrugged. "Apparently she thinks its funny, and it kind of is, I guess. Ah, here we are."

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"ALDRED! EVERYONE CODE R.B.W.E., CODE R.B.W.E.!!"

"KYNN! DON'T YOU DARE ENTER THIS ROOM! STAY OUTSIDE THE DOOR!"

"Very funny, O'Hara, Don. We're just here for a disc."

"A-Ah, really? Which one? But can you blame us?! That explosion would've taken the whole place down if it hadn't been for the wards! You wrecked a rooms worth full of cameras! Do you know how much time it takes to reset it back up?!"

"Well..."

"The answer is two months, Kynn. Two months of checking that everything was in place and fit and magicked to standards. You nearly killed everyone in that room, especially me! I looked like a half cooked lobster with a toupee; I had a date that day! A hot date. My first time out with a girl in months and we had to spend it in the hospital thanks to you, you electronically inept bastard. I'm not risking that again, so stay out of the room!"

"That was two years ago, Don, geez. I got better! Now I only break my phone every half a year or so."

"And that's suppose to reassure us how? Back me up here, O'Hara."

"Gotta agree with Don on this one, Aldred. Sorry. Which room and time are you after?"

"Training room 24, yesterday evening. Mr Cohald helped me reserve it; is it there? And Don, If she broke up with you just because you had second degree burns and lost every single hair on your body then she clearly wasn't right for you. It takes someone with true love to go on a second date with someone who looked like a hairless overgrown baby-"

"Whatever you say, battle freak. At least I don't laugh like a maniac when I see someone being trampled to death by a bunch of cows. I'm not crazy like you are. O'Hara, found it?"

"Not yet. Got any idea where it is?"

"Hmm. Gimme a sec, I think its in those boxes. Ah, here it is. Aldred, if I give you this CD promise me that you'll never step foot in this area again. My arm still itches whenever I remember what happened last time. I don't care if you step foot inside a tv shop in the mall - just not here. I'll get in trouble if anything else blows up. Got it?"

"I give my solemn word not to step into this place unless absolutely necessary. Can I have the disc now, Don?"

"Say it with more meaning! My job's on the line here! Ugh, whatever. Here - no wait, better let your friend hold this. And don't come back!"

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And with that conversation Aldred and Sillo found themselves seated onto a soft couch rewatching the clips of the fight on a tv screen, with a bowl of popcorn inbetween them. Aldred chewed slowly on a handful as he leant forward, studying the footage with an analytic glint in his eye and a cheerful smile on his lips, mentally calculating a few moves he could have done to make things easier. Despite treating the whole thing as easygoing as watching a movie, however, his eyes gradually turned distant, half lidded as if he were recalling something else.

Which he was. Aldred's smile faded into a rare look of seriousness, and subconsciously the blonde teen leant forwards, chewing on popcorn automatically as his eyes narrowed at the screen. This might help in figuring out what had happened, and it was good entertainment at least. Small him on the screen cracked Sillo's elbow, and Aldred was suddenly reminded of the nightmare that woke him up at the crack of dawn.

Sleep well, yes. Waking up well? No.

Flashback:


Darkness was everywhere, a pitch black so dark that it was as if his eyes had been covered in thick black paint. Aldred looked around him blindly, a snarl on his face. The blonde teen looked ragged, worn out, skin covered in blood. His face was rounder, and he was shorter, thinner, but just as muscular as he would be in four years time.

Normally fourteen was a very awkward age, but Aldred didn't really care at the moment. The worries over puberty and growing spurts had long faded way into the horizon in comparison to being unable to see and unable to move, and -

Pain struck through him like lightning, blazing through his body fast and harsher than anything he had ever felt before, stabbing through him like white-hot knives. Aldred collapsed onto the ground faster than he could register, curling into himself in agony as pain washing over him in waves and throbbing wherever it touched. He tried to move, but the moment his muscles tensed the pain intensified, and Aldred's strength failed him. It was too much for him to handle. All he could do nothing but lie there and bear it the best he could, pain encompassing him until all he could focus on was the pain.

It wasn't until the air was suddenly silent that Aldred realised that he had been sobbing, the harsh keening cut-off wails of an animal with not enough air to do more than gasp pitifully as it lay dying in wretched agony in a death trap. Too much in pain to even scream, sensations heightened by the lack of sight, Aldred wasn't sure how much time had passed until the pain lowered down to more bearable levels. An hour, two hours, a whole day? Not that it mattered anymore, Aldred thought dizzily, gasping shallowly as the agonising throb died down. Dimly, he realised that there was a warm liquid running down his palms. Probably blood - he could feel his nails digging in so deep that they cut flesh. Yet another wound, although the pain was atomically small compared to the agony he was experiencing.

Despite the pain fluxing through him in waves, what really hurt most was the emotion he was feeling. Pain he could handle. Despair so deep that made his heart feel like it was being torn into pieces, settling into his bones like lead weights and taking away his strength and the will to live and continue living, replacing it with the bleak urge to just give up and curl into a ball and cry until the world ended, that was a little bit harder to handle.

It wasn't suppose to turn out that way. Aldred had spent years researching, working things out, testing. He was certain it would work! Why hadn't -

A faint tap from the ground, the sound of converse against rock. Aldred tensed. There was supposed to be nobody but him present in that location, and yet....

Someone was here.


..... Funny, he could have sworn that there was more to the dream. Ah well, no matter.

The sudden silence snapped Aldred back to the present. He blinked, shaking away the memories mentally as he looked at the screen. The video was done playing, great. Taking a moment to collect himself, Aldred plastered a smile on his face and turned to face Sillo, painting on what he hoped was a convincingly cheerful look, instead of the gloom he was feeling. It wasn't that hard - crinkle your eyes, curve the lips upwards, and that was enough to convince anyone who wasn't looking close enough. It never failed.

Well, most of the time.

Grabbing some popcorn, Aldred stuffed some into his mouth. "Well?" He asked Sillo around a mouthful of half-chewed popcorn, raising an eyebrow after a beat or two. "What do you think?"