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| ==Story== | | ==Story== |
| Approximately 2 years ago Frankie woke up in the middle of the Lost Wilds of Amusa. The only item to his name being a mysterious red scarf with a gold embroidery of his name sake on the end.
| | Frankie Woke up in the woods just a few years ago. The only possession he had was his red scarf, and a saying in his mind that repeated every moment of every day for his first few weeks of being alive. My job is to help. |
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| "What was this place? Where am I?"
| | After waking up he wandered the woods, already capable of understanding common he attempted communication |
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| He searched his own mind for answers. He sat still trying to understand. Understand what exactly was a later issue but '''why''' was the far more pressing matter. Watching, feeling, smelling, hearing. Slowly minutes turned to hours as he sat there taking it all in. His mind filled with ideas he was not entirely sure were his own: languages, skills, weapons, tactics, chores, all pre-encoded into his being, but still nothing to do but parse through them. He knows he is here for a reason... One doesn't just wake up all the sudden without a reason. But what could that reason be? Could he be here just to do what he was doing already? Watching?
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| "Yes... yes that's it! Watching!"
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| He watched as the world went on around him; uncaring about this new conscious observer. For the first while it was nothing. Quiet wind rustling through the trees for days on end. He saw animals. Creatures ranging from big to small all of which he could name without knowing where those names came from. They walked around each being different from the other in both mind and form. He watched them scamper, wander, hunt, express emotions...
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| "Emotions... Yes that's something important. I remember those."
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| Suddenly his mind was filled with these emotions. One after another like something in him was trying to get through. Sadness, anxiety, frustration, grief. Well this is awful what other ones were there. Hmmm, Joy, Wonder, contentment... empathy. That one rang the loudest in his mind. Suddenly his attention was snapped away. A shout from the woods as a person falls from the tree line chased by a velociraptor. Frankie without even realizing springs to action almost in a blur suddenly he is standing between the collapsed figure and the wild beast. The beast looks angry. All Frankie knows is he is willing to fight as hard as possible for this person. Why was that again? Doesn't matter. Not now anyway. The stand off goes for what feels like minutes until the creature balks and runs off. He goes limp and collapses back into a seating position. Feeling like his mission was accomplished.
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| What mission though? Why did he just do that? He's never met this person. As a matter of fact the only thing he realized about them was that it was a person. Perhaps further investigation is needed. He turns around to see the Person scrambling away. Not even stopping to say thanks...
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| "How rude... I would have at least thanked me. Whoever they are, they really should be nicer."
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| He slumps back into position and continues his previous engagement... Hmm... After that excitement suddenly all this watching feels far more boring than it was before. This cant be what he was meant to do. No no no perhaps it had something to do with that person. What did he do. He helped that person right?
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| "I need to help people."
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| All the lights flashed in is head at once and he shot up from his slump.
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| "Oh! I see... well only thing to do is go find someone to help!"
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| And from that moment on he knew what his life's goal was. However possible, through whatever means, he must help those who are good. | | And from that moment on he knew what his life's goal was. However possible, through whatever means, he must help those who are good. |
