Zero Divide - Episode #1 - "Looking Glass"

[James Heard]

Vanessa replies and then turns to Fork Guy, "So have you got a name yet? Do you recall anything at all?"

"Apparently I am a complete freaking idiot," he says mildly in reply.

 

[Vanifae]

"Apparently I am a complete freaking idiot," he says mildly in reply.

Vanessa shakes her head, "It is fine, you are not an idiot this is a difficult for everyone."

 

[Shalimar]

"Hi complete freaking idiot, I'm Haven, nice to meet you." The blue haired guy says grinning and offering his hand to CFI with a grin. It wasn't intended to be mean, and didn't come off that way, more as a tension release valve letting off steam, you had to be able to laugh at yourself, otherwise whats the point?

"Now wait a second we are not leaving right now, finish eating, we will leave in a few hours okay?" Vanessa replies and then turns to Fork Guy, "So have you got a name yet? Do you recall anything at all?"

"I know, but I figured I would call it for later. You need to loosen up, worrying about everything wont help." Haven points out to Vanessa. He was curious about the Omega..or rather Odie Os, but he figured the others would figure it out and that he could enjoy himself while they did th brainn sweating.

 

[Vanifae]

"I know, but I figured I would call it for later. You need to loosen up, worrying about everything wont help." Haven points out to Vanessa. He was curious about the Omega..or rather Odie Os, but he figured the others would figure it out and that he could enjoy himself while they did th brain sweating.

Vanessa replies, "I am just concerned with your well being."

 

[James Heard]

"Hi complete freaking idiot, I'm Haven, nice to meet you."

He glumly accepts the handshake and returns it.

"I don't have a name, but apparently, barring special deliveries from flying monkeys, if I stare at the breakfast food long enough it will send secret coded messages at me in Greek, one letter at a time," he jokes.

He looks over at the evil box of cereal again briefly.

"You want to go see if this place has a belfry, or maybe a secret door leading to a mad scientist's laboratory or something? Maybe we'll run into a bald guy petting a cat?"

 

[Shayuri]

"I have no idea what any of what you're talking about means," Facade says mildly, "But I think Junkyard is a good name for you. You keep...making little trinkets appear after all."

 

[James Heard]

"I was thinking you could call me Sue, that way I won't get too attached to it," he says mildly, raising his eyebrows.

"Besides, how do we know it's me? Maybe it's the ghost in the cereal box or something? Do I look like a Junkyard? I was thinking that I looked more like a Tom or a Bill, but I don't feel like a Tom or a Bill. A guy named Junkyard...that just sounds like I should have on leather pants and be chewing on a toothpick all the time, if you see what I'm getting at."

 

[Vanifae]

"I was thinking you could call me Sue, that way I won't get too attached to it," he says mildly, raising his eyebrows.

"Besides, how do we know it's me? Maybe it's the ghost in the cereal box or something? Do I look like a Junkyard? I was thinking that I looked more like a Tom or a Bill, but I don't feel like a Tom or a Bill. A guy named Junkyard...that just sounds like I should have on leather pants and be chewing on a toothpick all the time, if you see what I'm getting at."

Vanessa questions, "What name do you feel like?"

 

[Shalimar]

"I take it I'm not the only one who thought the cereal said Omega Os?" Haven asked curiously, and then shrugged.

"Maybe we can call you Shirley?" Haven jokes. "Whats wrong with leather pants?" he asks with his eyes wide looking about as innocent as a baby.

 

[James Heard]

"What name do you feel like?"

"The real one, of course."

"Who am I? It's one of the most basic questions, because it doesn't just answer the question: it places you. It's not just one thing, it's the beginning of all things - like where did I come from and where have I been? And, apologies to those of you who've felt comfortable being arbitrary, I just don't think it's entirely appropriate to just assign myself an identity arbitrarily like I'm some figment of my own imagination. That's a dangerous place to go when," he closes an empty hand over the other and a steady stream of sand pours from the closed fist into the open hand, "what is real that isn't you is already pretty much up for grabs." The sand quickly piles itself into a cone-shaped mound at his feet, before he toes it with his right foot and it scatters into nothingness.

"Whats wrong with leather pants?"

"Chaffing. Some nasty skin infections. The risk of looking like a bad hair metal band reject."