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He looked into Lazarus's eyes, seeing the same heroic determination he could see in so many of his other allies. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, inhaling deeply, and exhaling deeply. He opens his eyes, braced and ready. "I hope it is not too much of a task for you," he uttered.
To Teddy, it woukd feel like he was falling asleep however in reality he was crossing from reality into the depths of his mind. Back into that horrific time in his mind, and with a final blink he would now be observing his memory from a differnt angle. From another individual on the scene.
But he was far from it.
At the blink, in that split-second, he was back.
He could see it all, the bystander's arms and ankles zip-tied together to ensure they wouldn't move. Some were still waking up from being drugged somehow. He looked at the battle, all too clear, him and his lookalike right there, with the former already on the ground.
Teddy could see himself, trying to get up, until his lookalike, Mizer, had brought a leg back and kicked him onto his back. "Is that all you have?" His opponent asked, mockingly, but then shouted in fury, "Is that it!?"
The Teddy that the real deal was watching sprawled, trying to weakly get back up, it was then Teddy could see the depth of the situation he was in. The figment of himself began to cough up blood, rather violently at that. He was injured, and judging by the weakness, had been either fighting Mizer for a grueling amount of time, or was sick from disease or poison. The image he was looking at as it attempted to strain back to a stand, it looked as though he had already lost the battle...
Wait...how did they know what battle was like? They were on a frozen land that was devoid of anything. This question would lead somewhere else, her focus should remain on the gruling scene in front of her...He did mention that whoever this man was decided to kill the innocent. This would be dark to watch and she knew it...
She never understood why people must fight, however looking at Celeste or Supinity...people just liked to fight or were always ready for one...maybe its just nature...nature to fight another living being...
"I'm stronger," Mizer had told the figment, as he holds his arms out to the side, "But how can I prove that if you're falling and dying so easily?" Mizer had paced around as the figment, choked and rasped out, watching the figment very intently, looking for a move to counter. The figment's holsters, now that Teddy and Lazarus could see them better, were empty, an obvious indication that the lookalike had disarmed him. "Maybe," Mizer had begun, unsheathing his own handgun, "Maybe you just need some encouragement!"
He brandished his pistol at a man among the crowd, and pulled the trigger. A sound of thunder rang out, and the man right there was motionless, with a hole upon his forehead. The figment, and Teddy, flinched as this had happened. Mizer then swiveled on his spot and aims at a woman, who had begun to beg and plead for her life. Mizer had let her speak out and cry in a voice twisted and distorted in fear, letting the figment hear her voice in an attempt to torture him back into fighting. He pulled the trigger and the same loud bang is heard, the woman falling and the crowd now beginning to cower and beg for their lives.
Then, the truly horrifying part.
A mother and her son was among the crowd, as Mizer swiveled to them, now choosing who to shoot first. "Do it," the real Teddy begun to utter under his breath, despite the crowd seemingly unaware of his existence, "Do it, it's the only thing you can do, Teddy..."
If this was the dark side of humanity how many more people were like him? This was the reason why she wanted to help people. To avoid things like this senseless killing...
It then happened, a bang, and the mother screaming piercing through the room. It was then the figment fought through his pain, roaring for Mizer to stop! Mizer reflexively attempted to turn the gun at the figment, but he had grabbed it, he could have twisted the arm to relieve Mizer of his weapon, but he didn't, he was too far wrapped up in pain and anguish and rage. The figment put Mizer's arm into a hold as the pistol was shot a few more times, then the figment lurched, and now Mizer was the one screaming out as the figment dislocated the elbow, causing hald of his arm to painfully hang unattached, he practically ripped it off! He then punched Mizer onto the ground, then tackled him, sitting on his chest, legs spread, and pinning him to the ground! Teddy then watched as the figment of himself punched once, twice, thrice, and on and on, until Mizer was but a pulp and the figment covered in Mizer's blood.
"You did what you had to do," Teddy said, living through this, though he was tortured, he had ultimately saved the rest of the citizens, despite how they looked at his figment like it had become a total animal, "You did all you could do."
She soon looked over at Teddy to see how he was doing, he seemed...okay physically. Of course this was haunting him mentally. She was not sure what effect this had on him but slowly the memory began to fade away since they were reaching the end. The image in front of them grew distant as they were slowly returning to reality.
"Thank you, Lazarus," Teddy simply said, "It will still take some time, it isn't instantaneous, but maybe now I can finally start healing. I can't really say how much I owe you." He finally smiles, that coldness he once had seemed to start fading, "But maybe some talking and thinking will help progress my easing from that one event."
He had looked down, trying to think of the depths of to what he owed Lazarus, but then looks back at her, wide-eyed. "I didn't realize," he spoke out, "This mental healing used up all of your time, I think!"
In a few seconds, Lazarus gave a final bow to Teddy as her form was surrounded in a red light. Just like the two others, her form soon vanished and was replaced by the final of the three. Cladded in Scarlet Red armor, greatsword slung over her shoulder. "Let me get this out, unlike the other two I don't trust you around Ebba. But introductions are in order right now...I am Celeste, Ebba's armor." She spoke firmly as she looked up at the sky. It was nice to get out, but her attention soon turned to Teddy.
Teddy could immediately see that Celeste seem to harbor a cold, closed off nature, especially since the combination of her hair, eyes, and armor looked surprisingly off-putting. With Supinity, the sword, looking like the type to dash into her enemy's arms; Lazarus, the headband, taking a pragmatic approach and keeping the opponent at range and distance; Celeste, the armor, must be very willing to stand her ground, only taking risks highly in her favor.
But this lack of introductions was a bit rude on his part, "My name is Theodore Ursa," he begun, "But my friends simply call me Teddy. I don't really blame you for distrusting me, Celeste, you are Ebba's armor, your job is to protect her, am I right?"
Did people calm him Teddy because he was a pushover or what? In any case she could care less about nicknames or stuff like that. She had questions of her own. [color=orchid][font=myriad]"So, what made you decide to talk to Ebba? She was simply sitting in a bush. You wanted to be freinds? Or did you have any ulterior motive?..." She looked him dead in the eyes. At least he acknowledged he appeared untrustworthy.
Teddy looks into Celeste's eyes in return, she took her job very seriously. "The second plausible reason was to rob somebody," Teddy continued, hoping, bordering on desperately, hoping to make a good impression, "But it was the wrong time of day."
Teddy then shifted a little bit, feeling the woman beginning to gaze into his soul with her piercing glare, "Finally," Teddy had begun to finish, "I decided to go talk to her since she really did not hide herself that well. It was when I met her that I had finally concluded she was simply asocial, I mean, she was a very timid creature. So we began to talk to each other for a while, and with my somewhat keen intuition, I had sensed her to be, as I would put it, 'A shrinking kitten, but a hidden tiger.' Finally, if you want to know the truth, I had asked her for me to see all of you to ensure you all weren't figments of her imagination or demons plotting to use her for conquest... I really hope you do not take offense to that."
He had realized how long-winded his explanation was and shrunk a little.
"I will concede that you are not some creep, or someone with malicious intent. I don't trust you...but at least I can tolerate your presence. We are just simply spirits...or something like that. We were just simply weapons and equipment left discarded on a frozen plane. Thats when one day Ebba just...randomly appeared, took us with her and that was that."
"Now that you mention it," Teddy said, "She did mention only having you, Supinity, and Lazarus as family, she didn't say anything about having parents. It was like she just one day appeared."
This was making Teddy considerably curious now. Supinity, Lazarus, and Celeste have definite defined origins as a spirit-possessed sword, headband, and armor respectively, but Ebba herself has a surprising amount of mystery behind her. He was getting into the mood of adventuring again, he thought, should investigating Ebba's origin be his first quest?
At that time, it had been so long since they had a host that they could care less if it were a theif or a timid girl. They were rather...alone despite being together...granted their company was more nuisance than calming...still, unable to do anything was rather...unfulfilling.
Teddy then shifted his weight, putting his arms behind his head and stretching his back a bit. "So Ebba said that you and Supinity fight a lot," Teddy said, "It makes sense in an ironic way. You and Supinity were literally made for the same purpose, to increase survival-ability in the battlefield, but in conflicting ways. From the way Ebba and Supinity talked, it sounds like you and and the latter cannot stand each other."
Teddy then shifted his weight, putting his arms behind his head and stretching his back a bit. "So Ebba said that you and Supinity fight a lot," Teddy said, "It makes sense in an ironic way. You and Supinity were literally made for the same purpose, to increase survival-ability in the battlefield, but in conflicting ways. From the way Ebba and Supinity talked, it sounds like you and and the latter cannot stand each other."
One had a good heart which led to sometimes big mistakes, one was a stupid muscle brain that cant understand tactics or safety. These were a few of the reasons why they did not get along the greatest.
Teddy paused a bit, "So what do you like to do to take your mind off of things?" Teddy had asked, "I know you're just a suit of armor most of the time, but you must at least have some interests. Also, I really must say, Supinity and Lazarus had actually helped me earlier face a problem of mine."
After a brief pause, Teddy lets his arms hang back down at his sides, "Yes, Supinity did help me," Teddy had continued, "I'm dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a psychological condition a human can sustain from, as the name suggests, a terrifying event. Supinity helped me to admit I had a problem, and Lazarus provided some relief by enabling me to relive the event. I know it may not be much, but maybe I could talk my experience over with you?"
Teddy had thought for a short moment, before widening his eyes and declaring, "Maybe that is why Ebba is so shy, she has PTSD too! ...Maybe. I'd have to stick around and see if she shows any of the other symptoms."
He then stops pacing and breathes deeply a few times, "Then it happened," he continued, "That was when one of my oldest enemies, a clone of me by the name of Mizer Prometheus, had come to the place I was protecting."