Luke smiled wryly at that question- in a lot of ways, he could answer that with a 'yes'.
Considering what he and his friends had been doing, it was no surprise they got arrested several times. There was that time he'd been kidnapped by Arietta's pet bird. Twice. Then, there was the matter of the God-Generals trying to kill him and a his friends many times. Still, though, all of that had been danger they'd brought on themselves. In the end, however, that hadn't been his reason for being confined.
"It's not quite like that," he started hesitantly, "Put simply, the real reason I was locked away, was to fulfill the Score. They didn't want to let me out until the day I was destined to-" he paused, his voice lowering just a bit, "-...visit a mining town."
Even to that day, he wasn't exactly thrilled to announce he'd killed approximately ten-thousand people. He had no idea how the stranger would react to hearing something like that. Besides, someone having the power to destroy an entire town in a matter of seconds? That wouldn't exactly be easy on the nerves to hear about. With that in mind, Luke was opting for keeping quiet about that particular detail. He nodded to the next words, then lightly smiled at Gaara saying he'd contact him. Well, that made it more simple for the both of them.
Clones? Shinobi, combat, missions...So, that pretty much settled any doubts that Gaara was an average person. Seeing the clone of himself had Luke's expression tensing just a bit. Well, the last time he'd seen his own face...it'd been a less-than-pleasant experience. Forcing himself to exhale, he managed a soft laugh. His voice was low and somewhat tense as he explained:
"Replicas are identical physical copies of both living and non-living things. They can be created using a machine or a fonic arte. On Auldrant, the act of creating replicas is referred to as Fomicry, and it's been proven possible to create replicas of dolls, animals, people, and even entire continents. One person was going to attempt to replicate the entire world, but...my friends and I put a stop to that. There's a reason Fomicry is a forbidden ability, though. Most of the time, either the replica or the original...dies." He paused, then added with a smile that didn't match his eyes, "...In fact, there's literally only one replica currently in existence, that...I know of, that's lived for more than just a few years."
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Considering what he and his friends had been doing, it was no surprise they got arrested several times. There was that time he'd been kidnapped by Arietta's pet bird. Twice. Then, there was the matter of the God-Generals trying to kill him and a his friends many times. Still, though, all of that had been danger they'd brought on themselves. In the end, however, that hadn't been his reason for being confined.
"It's not quite like that," he started hesitantly, "Put simply, the real reason I was locked away, was to fulfill the Score. They didn't want to let me out until the day I was destined to-" he paused, his voice lowering just a bit, "-...visit a mining town."
Even to that day, he wasn't exactly thrilled to announce he'd killed approximately ten-thousand people. He had no idea how the stranger would react to hearing something like that. Besides, someone having the power to destroy an entire town in a matter of seconds? That wouldn't exactly be easy on the nerves to hear about. With that in mind, Luke was opting for keeping quiet about that particular detail. He nodded to the next words, then lightly smiled at Gaara saying he'd contact him. Well, that made it more simple for the both of them.
Clones? Shinobi, combat, missions...So, that pretty much settled any doubts that Gaara was an average person. Seeing the clone of himself had Luke's expression tensing just a bit. Well, the last time he'd seen his own face...it'd been a less-than-pleasant experience. Forcing himself to exhale, he managed a soft laugh. His voice was low and somewhat tense as he explained:
"Replicas are identical physical copies of both living and non-living things. They can be created using a machine or a fonic arte. On Auldrant, the act of creating replicas is referred to as Fomicry, and it's been proven possible to create replicas of dolls, animals, people, and even entire continents. One person was going to attempt to replicate the entire world, but...my friends and I put a stop to that. There's a reason Fomicry is a forbidden ability, though. Most of the time, either the replica or the original...dies." He paused, then added with a smile that didn't match his eyes, "...In fact, there's literally only one replica currently in existence, that...I know of, that's lived for more than just a few years."