damned_institute | NIGHT 64: M-A BLOCK HALLWAY

That did nothing to allay Harpuia's confusion. Quite the opposite, in fact. Neo Arcadia may have continued the legacy of Maverick elimination, but the Maverick Hunters had been disbanded before he had even been built. For X to not only claim ignorance of Neo Arcadia, but call himself a Hunter... he would have to be missing centuries' worth of memory. Had his memory banks been tinkered with when he'd been moved into that eerily human shell? If that was the case, then why was Harpuia's memory still intact? He had a complete mental record from the time of his activation to the time of his death.

Or was this maybe some sort of punishment? If Harpuia had been the type to believe in that sort of thing, he might be tempted to note the cruel, all-too-fitting irony of the situation. In life, he'd been a traitor to Neo Arcadia, and now... he didn't exist in his Master's memory at all. It was too cutting a thought for him to entertain it for long; he pushed it aside quickly, focusing instead on the rational, probable outcome. If X was talking about an organization that had existed hundreds of years ago, then...

"Master X... I know the question seems strange, but... exactly what century is it?"

"What...century?" X blinked. What in the world did he mean by that? "That is a strange question. Last I checked, it was 21XX. Why?"

It was certainly a strange question, X wasn't going to deny that. Calling him 'master', then acting as though he was his vassal (as though X was someone important, even) and asking about the year. The century, in specifics...

But assuming anything wasn't going to get him anywhere. X didn't know where this was going to go, but he'd answer his questions. Maybe by giving this man answers, he could give X some coherent answers. It was a thought.

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Ah. There we go. Harpuia raised his head, any traces of uncertainty gone from his face. There was still a lot that he didn't understand about the situation, but one facet had been puzzled out, and that much, at least, could be called progress.

"Because you're off by approximately 200 years. I was not built until the 24th century. The Maverick Hunters no longer exist. The Neo Arcadian government, which you once lead, are the sole upholders of justice." ...Were, not are. Past tense. The Guardians were no more, and even if Omega had perished, Neo Arcadia had still been Weil's when Harpuia died. He couldn't attach a word like "justice" to anything that man conrtolled.

Harpuia rose from his bow, shaking his head. "...It is, however, entirely possible that it's no longer 23XX, either. I can't begin to guess how much time has passed between my death and my awakening here. It's difficult to place on estimate based on the technology alone. Some things appear ridiculously archaic--" Harpuia nodded down at the flashlight in his hand, "--while others... nobody would ever presume to build a body this human-looking in my era. I can say that much with utter confidence."

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...well this "Harpuia" certainly gave him answers!

Unfortunately, with those answers came a whole lot of questions that sat in X's stomach and wrenched there (such a strange feeling), glaring up at him with such intensity that it was hard not to shrink back from the force of his own absolute confusion.

So, what was learned so far:

Harpuia was a dead Reploid (who looked extremely human -- possibly was human, considering X's own circumstaces) from the future. In which X was no longer a Maverick Hunter, but a ruler of some society called "Neo Arcadia".

It was insane, implausible, and about as likely as Zero and Vile suddenly becoming best friends...

But...

As though everything else so far hasn't been insane. I've woken up in a body that isn't mine -- and works just like a human's does -- am in a place that I've never seen before in my life, and now I meet someone who claims to be from the future. It's crazy, but he seems so earnest...and really, what reason does he have to lie to me?

That thought alone caused X's thoughts to stop in their tracks.

This 'Harpuia' had no real reason to lie to him.

If he'd wanted to trick him to gain his trust, wouldn't he have said something closer to X's own timeline in which to get him to believe him? X didn't quite buy his story (who would?), but he seemed trustworthy. He most certainly wasn't attacking him, nor did he seem to wish him any harm.

Yes. X would trust him.

"I wonder if our bodies were built at all." X said after a few moments.

"What are you saying...?" Harpuia wasn't a particularly dense reploid; he could grasp what X was hinting at with that remark. In fact, it would explain a lot: the lack of armor, the seamless layer of too-soft skin where there should have only been metal, the feebleness of his sensors and absence of programs he'd usually relied on... it simply didn't make sense to make a reploid body that lacking.

That didn't however, mean that was an idea Harpuia could easily accept. The technology did exist to implant a human consciousness into a mechanical body, yes -- that much had been seen in the punishment of Dr. Weil after the Elf Wars. To do the reverse, on the other hand, was a very different matter entirely. The technology was, simply put, still too lacking to accomplish something like that.

And for very good reason: the idea was ethically abhorrent. A mechanical body could easily be built to order, but obtaining a human body to implant a consciousness into... that raised the very uncomfortable question: if this body hadn't been built, then how did someone get their hands on it?

"...something that shouldn't be real." X said.

It all pointed to it, though X himself didn't want to consider it.

How was it possible? Why would someone do that? The ethical implications of someone taking a Reploid 'soul' and shoving it in a human body was beyond abhorrent; it was worse than murder. To destroy someone's own identity, just to replace it with someone else's. Whether it be done to a human or Reploid, such an act was...

But what else was there? His body reacted like a human's. He didn't have any systems or scanners, and his senses weren't at all what they were supposed to be.

What else could he be...?

X's mind whirled at the thought. His head grew hot, almost lightheaded at the idea, but he shook it off. Time for shock was later. Now was the time for answers. And how to find those answers...

He glanced around him, then to Harpuia.

"Do you have anything sharp that I can use? I want to test something before I make any real assumptions one way or the other."

"I'd feel much more at ease with a weapon, but unfortunately, my Sonic Blades appear to have been taken with the rest of my armor." Not that he'd seen any pressing need for a weapon; this place was unsettling, yes, but nothing had presented an immediate threat so far. Even if the flashlight in his hand might be able to serve as a crude weapon in a pinch, it was hardly suited to the task, and Harpuia felt oddly off-balance and vulnerable with only one hand occupied. Nevertheless, purely as a precaution, at least one blade would have been a welcome item.

Just... maybe not for the reasons X was considering.

Again: not a particularly dense reploid. Fefnir or Leviathan might not have questioned it, and Phantom may have been too faithful to speak up... but this was Harpuia, and "Do you have anything sharp? I want to test if I'm human or not" was a plan that raised all sorts of red flags as far as he was concerned. His expression remained as rigid and unchanging as usual, but his stare was very firmly fixed on X.

...Better not to jump to conclusions. Master X, after all, was a wise leader. Surely he wouldn't do anything short-sighted or hasty. The very fact that he didn't want to make any assumptions, even in light of the changes to their bodies, was a testament to the patient and rational mind that had built Neo Arcadia up from nothing.

"If you want to look for something sharp, then I'll help you search."

Sonic blades? Then Harpuia, wherever he was from, must have fought similarly to Zero. But he looked so young...would X really have allowed such a young Reploid out on the field of battle? Perhaps it was merely his frame, but the thought of a child fighting for any reason made his stomach turn.

It was wrong.

Still...searching would take time. Though X supposed he could try...even if he didn't use it for what he was intending, a weapon would be handy, however small.

Just in case.

He glanced around him, scanning the floor for any cracks.

...Nothing.

X glanced to his side, noticing a single door. Hobbling towards it, X looked towards his companion.

"Let's look in here. Maybe we can find something."

[To here!]

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From Here!

X's hand was smarting, but he still followed Harpuia back into the hallway. He could walk easier now, thankfully (perhaps he was getting used to his new movement?), though his eyes still rebelled against him; everything was just nondescript shapes.

Were human eyes really this weak?

He shook the thoughts out and touched his hands along the wall. Easy...easy does it...if he kept his hand on the wall, then surely he'd be in a safer position than if he just walked in the center of the hallway.

He squinted his eyes and stared forward.

...Was that...?

"Harpuia," X stopped to turn to his companion. "I think I see something like a door over there. Let's go through it and see where it goes."

It was better than sticking around here, that was for sure.

Harpuia turned the flashlight in the direction that X had indicated. He'd decided it was better to keep the light on; though he still had his doubts that they really were human, it was difficult to deny that their optics alone were too weak to navigate this place quickly and efficiently. Important though energy conservation may have been, he was in no mood to waste time on stumbling his way through the dark, hoping his sensors would kick in.

Sure enough, X had guessed correctly. The light rested on a door, presumably leading deeper into this... whatever this place was. It wasn't like they had the luxury of selectiveness, anyway; as far as Harpuia could tell, the only other options were to head back to the washroom or continue to wander the dormitory hallways that they'd first emerged from. No other choice but onward, then.

Harpuia spared a look over at X, double-checking that the hand on the wall was merely due to the poor lighting conditions and not a sign that his injury was worse than it appeared. Deciding that X was still doing okay, Harpuia nodded silently, keeping the flashlight trained forward as they moved further into the Institute.

[To here]

Edited 2012-07-08 04:18 (UTC)

NIGHT 64: M-A BLOCK HALLWAY

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Apologies for the short tag.

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After the bathroom fiasco...

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