Not Like the Other [Xenon]

[Kari Muffin]

Harold was at a complete and utter loss. He had no idea what was going on, but clearly it was something that had his life hanging in the balance. He watched the other man with a nervous glance. Had he really been... a weapon too? Was that even possible?

Then again what he had been through was impossible, so he shouldn't be too surprised.

Harold was terribly confused. What was the King talking about. This had nothing to do with the rumor that he had heard.... and he knew what? The Esterberry continued to grip dig his nails into his skin through the fabric of his clothing. The man said not to move and he wasn't going to take the chance.

"I... think we're talking about a different rumor. All I know is you were studying something about weapons and summoners potentially trading places with the research someone left you. I don't know anything else beyond that and I never would have assumed...."

He didn't know what to assume.

A choked sigh escaped him. "What do you mean I know her?"

[carcinoGeneticist]

For an Esterberry, this man was certainly retarded. It just reinforced a belief that the King had held for many, many years. Overcompensation was a terribly tragic thing. "Don't make me spell it out for you." He snapped, but there was a hint of pain in his voice. "I'm not talking about those rumors anymore. I'm talking about the other ones, now. I know they exist - that I appeared from nowhere, that the former King's disappearance was shrouded in mystery, that people knew me from somewhere else, but that it wasn't possible."

The man cleared his throat, leaning forward and fixing a stony gaze upon the other man. "The research left for me was from Bernard, and it was based first upon the studies he did on me before anything else. All historical research is my own."

The next question was a little harder. "My summoner. A little Bog girl who met you at a convention of the darkest magics named Rhiannon."

Despite herself, Rhiannon felt a little surge of excitement at the prospect of being remembered. So many people had seemed to have forgotten her ever since the change... Maybe this time, things would be different.

[Kari Muffin]

Harold was still at a loss. He didn't particularly pay attention to the rumors about the Courts when he had been preoccupied with trying to get his girlfriend out of his head, and then get his girlfriend to something more normal than a ghost. And now that he had finally managed to accidentally solve all those problems... he still wasn't caught up on the news.

Mostly because he didn't give a damn, because the world didn't revolve around the Courts and this asshole.

He was about to explain himself, slightly, when the man mentioned who the "her was."

It had been a long time since he had run into a bog. And honestly he had only ever run into one his entire life, so remembering in the sea of realms that blended together was surprisingly easy. She was also something he would consider strange, and that stuck out quite a bit in his mind. And it would be easy for her to recognize him since he still hadn't aged.

"That's..." he shifted. Impossible? Unlikely? "You mean you're the weapon of that adorable little girl? Really?"

He wasn't sure what to believe. He didn't particularly remember the girl's name but how else would the man know about this experience? All things considered this was really happening and the man who had once been a weapon was sitting in front of him.

Harold closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to connect all the dots. It was a lot of information to process when he didn't have all of the pieces.

"You used to be a Weapon, except it would seem you came to be living and breathing in a completely different way from me. So I'm going to ask you a question that may seem stupid, but please understand that Odami--my summoner--died when I.... Is Miss Rhiannon alive in any sense of the word?"