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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 10, 2016 21:39:04 GMT -5
Manolo's eyes had grown distant as he spoke of knowing what it was to lose a loved one. Andrew and his surroundings seemed to disappear for a time as he remembered a time not so long ago when he had been deeply in love.....and so naïve. He had believed true happiness to be within his grasp when he had proposed to Maria and she had accepted, her own lovely eyes reflecting back the same love he felt for her. And then, in an instant, it had all been taken from him.
Suddenly, the guitarist came back to himself when he realized Andrew was saying his name and reaching for his hand.
"Don't touch me!"
He reacted violently, withdrawing his hand as if it had been burned and backing away from the boy, his face filled with fear. His touch..... he had been training so hard to try and control what his touch could do, but was he truly ever going to control it? He didn't know and in that instant he didn't believe he could.
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Post by trishiabidaure on Nov 11, 2016 9:27:34 GMT -5
Andrew jumped by Manolo's shocking outburst as he was trying to help Manolo feel better again, but he made it from bad to worse. He mirrored the same way as Manolo did in withdrawing his hand and backed, more like skipped, away from the man. Though his withdrawn hand returned as he pulled out two hands in front of him, without the idea of why he scared Manolo the heck out of him. The child doesn't know why, he never did anything wrong. He never even used his Alchemy to scare or hurt people, he wanted to use his family's legacy to help people and know the world more. So none of it makes any sense of what made Manolo scared of him, the child was trying to apologise to Manolo because it's the right thing to do after all.
"M-M-M-Man-n-n-nolo! I-I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Andrew apologised while unconsciously holding his hands out to Manolo, that was the time he thought that he was scaring Manolo more because of his own hands were a hand gesture of threat to the man. The child quickly snatched his hands behind his back as he went stiff so his hands wouldn't move again, his face was etched with shame of what he did as he whimpered softly.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 12, 2016 0:25:54 GMT -5
Manolo's heart was beating uncontrollably in his chest and he could feel the anxiety and fear in him rising like a tidal wave. However, he wasn't so freaked out that he didn't notice the look that crossed Andrew's face or the words he spoke in his own fearful tone. Clearly the boy thought that the source of his fear had something to do with him and that only made the guitarist feel worse.
"Please, do not apologize. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. Please, I do not want to harm you!"
Outwardly he was struggling to pull himself together, but inwardly all Manolo could do was berate himself. He had thought he was past this kind of thing now. After all, why had he spent all that time training to control his Death Touch if to not interact with people, to touch them? And for a time he had indeed improved, gotten better and felt confident enough to try and socialize with his fellow circus members.
However, it was clear that while he might have pushed his fears to the back of his mind, they were far from gone. Perhaps they would never leave him....and perhaps they were meant to stay. After all, he could still hurt someone.....
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Post by trishiabidaure on Nov 12, 2016 9:40:23 GMT -5
Wait, what? Harm him? How can Manolo who saved Andrew from danger would hurt a child? Well, aside from almost got his arm lacerated when the man threw his sword to break Andrew's bonds, but it's just a cut that the child hid it under his sleeve anyway.
Manolo seemed so nice and it wouldn't make any sense in Andrew's opinion, he doesn't understand why. Andrew's body relaxed as he tried to formulate theories inside his mind on what made Manolo freaked out like that; it could be that Andrew's reputation as an Alchemist scared Manolo in hurting him, the Pharaoh's Serpent, or Andrew stumbled a secret like what happened to his Best Friend named Chihiro Fujisaki in knowing that Chihiro's true identity as a boy. But with all of the speculations in his mind, he would have to ask as his first step in knowing the truth always.
"H-h-hurt.....me? Why? Manolo saved me. Manolo never hurt people." Andrew tilted his head in confusion innocently, he'd hoped to get some answers from Manolo without scaring the man much in knowing revelations. He doesn't want the same incident to his Best Friend happen to Manolo gain.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Jan 20, 2017 5:32:41 GMT -5
"You don't understand! I don't want to hurt people but..."
Manolo had managed to put enough space between himself and Andrew that he knew the boy couldn't touch him, but it did little to lessen his feelings of anxiety and self-loathing. His expression was one of pain as he looked down at his own two hands. They had started to smoke and he could tell the flesh wanted to disappear, but in that moment all he could do was clench them and shake them in hatred.
"I don't want to but I still do! I hate this part of me, this part so close to Death!"
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Post by trishiabidaure on Jan 21, 2017 21:55:06 GMT -5
Andrew observed what Manolo meant to say that he hated a 'part' of him, especially when it was 'close to Death'. He analyses that Manolo can be a Supernatural, any Supernatural creature who are in relation to Death were the Grim Reaper, the Dullahan, the Valkyrie, the Devil, the Spirits, or even the Angel.
The intuitive child already witnessed that Manolo's hands started to take form into something he could guessed the 'part close to Death', in which he concluded that Manolo is indeed a Supernatural. He could have sworn that he read a creature who has that similar hands, Andrew knows that resisting who they are is inevitable. Pretty much obvious that Manolo was resisting it, but that would be too late for that. Andrew already guessed what kind of a Supernatural Manolo was by the glance of the man's hands, and the origin of Manolo's name could mean he's something from a different place.
"Calaca. Person from the dead." Andrew said in a monotone voice.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 10, 2017 7:03:58 GMT -5
Manolo's eyes closed in frustration and despair as he struggled to maintain his human form. He had thought he was finally in control of his ability, that he could remain fully human now without harming anyone, but he was wrong. He had been a fool to think he could simply rid himself of his Death-half. He was a danger to everyone around him.
In that instant, he wished nothing more then to be away from the Cirque, wished that he were fully dead so that he couldn't hurt anyone ever again. Just like he had killed Maria....
However, the young boy spoke and what he said briefly broke through Manolo's pain. He opened his eyes in shock and turned to look at Andrew. Slowly the smoke disappeared and his hands took on firm flesh as he stared in dumbfounded wonder.
"You know of what I am?"
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Post by trishiabidaure on Feb 12, 2017 1:56:48 GMT -5
Andrew nodded, even being surprised that Manolo's hands reverted back to normal. He have to admit, that was the second time his intuition got right to a Cirque Mystique member. He read so many books about the Supernaturals from different countries and along with researching about Gifted Humans and their special abilities variated from at least something.
"Yes. Read about Dia de los Muertos before, and then Calaca. Looked like Grim Reapers too. But no need to be scared, Manolo." The child was reassuring that once he could see Manolo being a Calaca, he's not going to run away.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 15, 2017 0:20:08 GMT -5
Manolo found that he couldn't break his gaze away from Andrew in that moment, he was simply in too much shock at the fact that this young boy knew what he was and claimed not to be afraid.
"You know what I am...... but, how?"
He finally managed to break his gaze away from Andrew and closed his eyes, shaking his head while pressing a hand against his forehead. It all seemed like too much in that moment.
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Post by trishiabidaure on Apr 28, 2017 5:32:07 GMT -5
Andrew stared at Manolo, he felt so bad for causing Manolo to be upset for who he is so far. But at the same time, it questioned him why Manolo was like this. He wondered if something bad happened to Manolo before and must have made him who he currently is.
He sighed and pointed his pointer to his head while smiling, "Intuition...and books too."
The child could only wait for Manolo's reaction to a simple answer that he got.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on May 17, 2017 3:01:55 GMT -5
"Back home.... people knew about them too.... at least they celebrated them during Dia de los Muertos but.....but no one ever believed they were an actual race of people....."
Manolo's voice was low, the words broken with long silences as he tried to speak. Yes, he remembered even as a young child making sugar skulls, the tiny skeleton figurines that seemed to decorate every surface, putting out sweet breads and fruits for the spirits that returned to eat. However, it wasn't until that awful day when his own hands turned to those of a skeleton that he really believed any of it.
And no one had known anything beyond the stories told during Dia de los Muertos. No one had really known anything about the Calacas..... until now.
"Please Andrew. I know nothing of this part of my heritage....."
He looked at the young boy briefly before lowering his gaze.
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Post by trishiabidaure on Jun 5, 2017 1:29:33 GMT -5
Of course, Andrew believed in what Manolo said about the Calaca heritage being a reality. Then again, people are having different perspectives in life that they have their own sense of belief. The child was aware of it anyway, at least his Intuition calls it that most of the residents of Cirque Mystique had the same case of getting shocked from their 'true selves' blooming, and that includes Manolo too.
"I know....fully understand it too. Even so...please...don't be scared Manolo." Andrew gave Manolo an assuring smile.
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