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<blockquote data-quote="Hammerhead" data-source="post: 3976475" data-attributes="member: 73">After a quick shower in the morning, the young man walked a perimeter of the Estate, breaking into a quick run whenever his legs became restless. He kept his right hand trailing along the wall as he walked, occasionally glancing upwards at the high walls that kept him in and others out. He didn't remember much of anything, except that his name was Michael, or something like it. His daily ritual ended at the back of the manor house, where he caught sight of Dee, one of the others like him. Someone with no memory, no past, and only the barest scraps of an identity. While the young woman looked out over the pool, Michael conjured a duplicate of himself with a slight effort of will. Although only composed of ethereal shadowstuff, the duplicate was indistinguishable from the real him, perfectly replicating his athletic build, unruly blond hair, and roguish face marred slightly by a nose that had been broken once or twice. While his duplicate ambled towards a nearby apple tree to pluck a fruit for breakfast, Michael sidled behind Dee, then spoke his first words of the morning. &quot;Good idea,&quot; he comments, nodding towards the knife in her hand. His duplicate, upon finding a fruit ripe for eating, tosses it towards Michael, which he catches handily. &quot;You never know when the apples might try and fight back. Good morning, by the way,&quot; he adds with an easy and practiced smile.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Hammerhead, post: 3976475, member: 73"] After a quick shower in the morning, the young man walked a perimeter of the Estate, breaking into a quick run whenever his legs became restless. He kept his right hand trailing along the wall as he walked, occasionally glancing upwards at the high walls that kept him in and others out. He didn't remember much of anything, except that his name was Michael, or something like it. His daily ritual ended at the back of the manor house, where he caught sight of Dee, one of the others like him. Someone with no memory, no past, and only the barest scraps of an identity. While the young woman looked out over the pool, Michael conjured a duplicate of himself with a slight effort of will. Although only composed of ethereal shadowstuff, the duplicate was indistinguishable from the real him, perfectly replicating his athletic build, unruly blond hair, and roguish face marred slightly by a nose that had been broken once or twice. While his duplicate ambled towards a nearby apple tree to pluck a fruit for breakfast, Michael sidled behind Dee, then spoke his first words of the morning. "Good idea," he comments, nodding towards the knife in her hand. His duplicate, upon finding a fruit ripe for eating, tosses it towards Michael, which he catches handily. "You never know when the apples might try and fight back. Good morning, by the way," he adds with an easy and practiced smile. [/QUOTE]

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