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Leo Amron

A wandering poet, travelling the multiverse for inspiration.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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So begins...

Leo Amron's Story

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Leo Amron stood at some point between worlds, the full moon canvasing the earth in lunar white. Leo stood unwavering, the pale moonbeams spilling brightly into his rugged jacket and contemplative face. His exhale left breath in the chilling wind.

Despite the bitter cold, he held a notebook. A pen pressed between his stone fingers. There, looking out into the soft flowing of the grass ocean beneath a thousand glit'ring stars at once, Leo began to write.

"Dispassion is our deepest sin
And desire, our only regret
If I wished you here a thousand times love
(Once for every star caught gleeming in this blackness)
Would you give me back the tears I had before you took them?
'It is because we are men,' they say
That we make concrete with numb hands
And forget the scent of autumn ere' it dies..."

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"But I have not forgotten
These hideous images brew violently in the darkness of my paranoia
I remember children turned to men in a single night
The innocence in their eyes wiped clean under the perfect shade of blood
I remember wine turned to water turned to gall
And in our ignorant thirst we drank deep
Deep enough to drown ourselves in eachother's pity
To forget the faces we knew before our blindness
Before our forgetting

"Things were better before this, I'm sure of it
The whisping pipes and shaking needles were baseballs and kite strings once
We drank root beer and pepsi and couldn't name a brand of ale for the life of us
You could skip a flat rock three times across a still pond
And I could tie a knot with a cherry stem in my mouth
We laughed about it
Both of us painfully jealous of the other
And both of us
Very
Much
In love..."

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As he progressed, the young poet eventually took notice of the stoic watcher, stopping for a brief moment as he inspected his dark figure before approaching him outright.

"Hey!" he called out, a calm smile on his face, "I didn't think anyone would be out here this time of night."

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"The moon... the stars..." Leo's eyes once again glanced upwards, "take your pick. I've seen many nights like this before, and yet none of them are the same. Each has her own beauty, her own charm." Leo breathed deeply in his contentment, the stirrings of passion awakening inside him once again.

"And what about you?" Leo raised an eyebrow, straightening the backpack slung across his shoulder, "what bring you to this place?"

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"I can relate," Leo said with a smile, "I guess I'm a wanderer. I'm always moving... always searching. The world is full of inspiration, I need only find it." Leo smiled back at Bakurra, seemingly not alarmed by the hybrid's inhuman appearance.

"But I take that you're not looking for inspiration," Leo nodded, "in fact, by the looks of you, I'd say you're running from something." Leo raised an eyebrow. "Or am I wrong?"

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"If I need to be afraid," Leo said with a shrug, "then I will be. Courage is not the absense of fear, but the acceptance of it. The mastery of it."

"You, however," Leo grinned, "are not very scary. Especially if you're on the run from something. Or someone? Do you come from Wing City?"

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"Not sure yet," Leo shrugged, "it depends where the wind takes me, I guess. And no, I'm not, though I'm sure I'll visit it eventually." Leo shrugged. "Biggest city in the world, right? Must have somethin' interesting to see..."

"Are you travelling alone?" Leo asked, "it can be awfully dangerous solo-ing it around these parts."

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"Well..." Leo grinned faintly, "...certainly not defensless. I can't say I'm so well armed. Just some spare clothes and a notebook, really."

Leo adjusted the pack on his back once again, perhaps a bit unsettled by the large weapons carried by the two counterparts. "I don't want to keep you guys from your travels..."

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Leo Amron walked quietly into Gambit's, a large guitar-case carefully slung over his left shoulder. Giving a short smile and nod to the few patrons evident in the bar, the wandering poet slowly found a seat in the center of the room, quietly unslinging his pack and retrieving a weather-beaten twelve-string acoustic guitar.

He spoke not a word as he fitted his fingers to the instruments, his eyes fluttering closed as the young man began to softly play 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'.

After a few measures, the poet's lips parted... the crystalline chords of his voice filling the bar with calm serenity.

"God rest ye' merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day...
To save us all from Satan's power when we had gone astray
Good tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Good tidings of comfort and joy..."

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Leo Amron smiled faintly to himself as he continued with the soft song; nimble fingers masterfully flitting over the instrument with artistic cadence. A passion exuded from the singing poet like an aura... laced with meaning and wonderfully infectuous.

Raising his voice a bit, the young man added a bit more edge to his tone as he began singing the next stanza of the song he played on his acoustic... a small little bit he had written himself.

"When we were all but humble youths our mothers dear would tell...
A mighty story, brave and true, of heaven earth and hell
The epic fight tween' dark and light the Lamb alone could quell...
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy..."

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The poet strummed softly as he approached the next few stanzas, letting the music flow into a more soothing melody as opposed to the sharp, immediate bursts it had presented itself as in the previous section.

Softening his voice, Leo once again began to sing in accompaniment with his guitar, oblivious to everyone else in the bar. Like the previous stanza, the young man had written this little section by himself.

"And in the humble manger old the son of man did lie...
While blessed Mary frail and cold sang him a lullaby...
That he would fall to save us all and give his sacred life
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy"

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Leo continued strumming his guitar, his passionate song ringing out for all to hear as his crystalline voice treaded peacefully through the calm bar. Leo continued his on his own personal-version of the classic Christmas song, having written most of the stanzas himself.

[i]"And on that quiet blessed night the star of David shone
Unto the fields of wintry' grey where kings and shepherds roam
For all the ghosts of heavens' host brought tidings of His throne
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy..."

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Leo smiled faintly to himself as he continued with the soft song; nimble fingers masterfully flitting over the instrument with artistic cadence. A passion exuded from the singing poet like an aura... laced with meaning and wonderfully infectious. He raised an eyebrow at Tycho, offering the man a short wink but giving him no reply. The tranquil, passive nature of his music made it clear enough that Leo wasn't here to start any fights.

Raising his voice a bit, the young man added a bit more edge to his tone as he repeated a stanza... a small little bit he had written himself.

"When we were all but humble youths our mothers dear would tell...
A mighty story, brave and true, of heaven earth and hell
The epic fight tween' dark and light the Lamb alone could quell...
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy..."

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The poet strummed softly as he approached the repeat for next few stanzas, letting the music flow into a more soothing melody as opposed to the sharp, immediate bursts it had presented itself as in the previous section.

Softening his voice, Leo once again began to sing in accompaniment with his guitar, oblivious to everyone else in the bar. Like the previous stanza, the young man had written this little section by himself.

"And in the humble manger old the son of man did lie...
While blessed Mary frail and cold sang him a lullaby...
That he would fall to save us all and give his sacred life
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy"

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The young poet continued strumming his guitar, his passionate song ringing out for all to hear as his crystalline voice treaded peacefully through the calm bar. Leo continued his on his own personal-version of the classic Christmas song.

"For here a fragile baby weeps amid the winter rime
The product of a prohecy that stood the test of time...
The chosen one as God's own son to free us from our crimes...
Good tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Good tidings of comfort and joy..."

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Leo continued strumming his guitar, his passionate song ringing out for all to hear as his crystalline voice treaded peacefully through the calm bar. Leo continued on his own personal-version of the classic Christmas song.

Let every sinner hear the sounds of Christmas and her song
That Christ would come to bear the weight of Terra's bleeding wrongs
Redemption's hand would cleanse the land and keep his Word upon...
Good tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Good tidings of comfort and joy..."


With a few quick strums, the poet allowed the steady tempo of the song to diminish peacefully, subtly announcing the end to his caroling with a final few stanzas...

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
Shall not these nights of bitter black submit to shining day?
Keep still your hearts and bear the marks of freedom's valiant fray
O'oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Good tidings of comfort and joy..."


With a final strum, the poet halted; the youthful clarity of his voice echoing into oblivion.

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Sitting on a tree stump near the forest border under the full moon, Leo scribbled furiously into a cracked notebook.

"Give me your wilted rose petals
Your bloody ribbons
Your broken toy soldiers..."


He paused, an obvious scowl evident on his face.

"...are we the drummer-boys before the child's manger?
The blue-eyed youth watching the distant sunset?
'Somewhere in this world, there's adventure,' they told us..."


"Gah!" Leo growled, crumpling the paper in his hands and tossing it off to the side. "Not right. Not even slightly."

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Leo Amron practically fell of his stump, immediately startled by Jean's sudden entrance.

"Oh geez!" he gasped, turning quickly as he fumbled with his notebook, "sorry! I... uh-..." Leo peered out into the nearby brush, just barely able to make out the girl's features. "...sorry. You startled me, I didn't know anyone else would be out here." He took a few breaths, his tensed persona slowly relaxing into a subtle gentleness.

"...it's a beautiful night for a walk though. I can't blame you." He nodded to the girl with a smile, tilting his head curiously. "...you're a bit far from the city, though." In a world like this, Leo knew he had to be on his guard. This one could be a werewolf. Or a sorceress. Or a werewolf sorceress. You just couldn't be too safe...

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Leo Amron smiled, taking a short breath as he allowed himself to relax completely. If this girl wanted to kill him, Leo could only assume she'd have done it already.

"Well, a job that sends you out to places like this can't be all bad," Leo nodded, gesturing to the glimmering moon above, the lunar light canvasing the world in silver-white. A night wind whispered quietly through the nearby forest, the cool air tossing Leo's hair about playfully.

"I come here every once in a while. Good place to write, y'know?" the boy shrugged tapping at his hard-leather notebook. Usually, the scenic atmosphere gave the young poet a clear sense of inspiration. Tonight however, Leo could hardly scrap out more then a few sentences. Writer's block at its finest.

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Leo Amron raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? That sounds like it's all kinds of interesting." He shrugged humorously. "...at least, it beats a desk job. You work in Wing City, right? I'm sure you get a ton of business there."

The young man blushed slightly as Jean brought up the 'writer' thing. "Not professionally, of course..." he rubbed at the back of his neck, "just something I like to do, really." He laughed quietly to himself. "...well, ALL I like to do, I guess. If we lived back in the old times, you might call me a 'bard' or something." The young man tapped at a guitar case resting beneath his feet in the long grass. "Poems, stories, songs... you name it. I love'em all."

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"Ah, isn't that the typical 'American dream'..." Leo smiled, lifting his head as he watched the stars, "...you like something, you study it, you make a career out of it. That's how it goes, right? Always has to come back to the money." The young man laughed to himself, shaking his head slowly.

"I don't really like making money off of what I do," the bard nodded slowly, as if contemplating the words as he said them, "...every once in a while, when I need some food or soap or a toothbrush... maybe. But I don't see anything ethical about charging people to indulge themselves creatively. Passion is the only thing that really makes human beings special. Why would I make them pay money to experience that?" The young man sighed, flipping his notebook.

"I travel wherever I can... getting inspiration from all sorts of places to feed my works," Leo explained, turning back to the girl briefly. "I'm having a good bit of trouble finish this particular one, though..." A coy grin spread across his face. "...you wouldn't happen to have any experience in writing poetry, would you?"

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Leo Amron smiled, waving his hands dismissively. "Don't worry about, I hardly go into the city much at all. It was nice talking to you. Good luck on your research." He raised an eyebrow knowingly. "...although you should think about getting back into reading. A book can do more good then you might think."

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Leo Amron sat on the roof of Gambit's, his jacket drawn closely around his shoulders as he fended off the quiet cold of early-spring Wing City. With the city having just recovered from a rather large thunderstorm, the skies that night were crystal clear; lending a magnificent view to a sparkling night sky speckled with innumerable glimmering stars.

The young man's fingers were outstretched to a a strange looking device. At Leo's feet was a glowing rectangle roughly the width of his body. It was a mecha-piano, a virtual instrument designed for its portability and conveniancy. Although the sound level of the miniaturized keyed instrument was not nearly as grand as its 'real' counterpart, it was an invaluble tool to one such as Leo.

Usually, the wandering bard would be downstairs with the rest of the patrons, dutifully playing for their entertainment or reciting some of his poetry. But not tonight. Tonight was for him. He would indulge himself in what beauty was apparant to him, and he would draw what inspiration could be taken from it.

Gazing up into the crystalline skies, the pale-light of a crescent moon shining down on him, Leo began to play his piano.

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Leo Amron walks slowly through the decline, his careful gazed flitting about the cursed trees endlessly. The young poet had never been to this place before, and he's quite curious as to what mysteries it holds.

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Leo Amron entered the bar quietly, arms-laden with several amplifiers, cables, fold-up chairs and a large guitar case. It was quite obvious the young man couldn't possible carry it all.

"Uh... a little help?" Leo smiled meekly. He would gladly accept aid from anyone in the bar who would offer it.