Core Memory (Lolix)

Chapter Four

A Few Days Later...

"And here's your new room Isaac!" Rue proudly opened the door of his old sister's room. He spent almost two days cleaning everything out for Felix to move in.

"Wow, it looks like a room!" He exclaimed as he walked in, setting down the back that held his armor onto the bed. The hospital was happy to hand it back to him, though hesitant to hand back the knives that were attached to the armor. Still, he got everything that was on his person back in his possession.

"You're such an ass." Rue huffed, leaning against the door frame as Felix took in the room around him. "Lunch is in a few, I heard mom is gonna make us some of her famous sandwiches. Feel free to do whatever old people do in their free time while you're in here."

"You say that but you know fairly well that I'm the second oldest in this household." Felix laughed, plopping himself down onto the bed beside his bag, "I'm totally gonna tell your mom you said that about me."

Rue scoffed, sticking his tongue out at Felix, to which the gesture was returned. "I'll come to get you when it's done." He then said, turning and shutting the door behind him.

Felix rolled his eyes once Rue was gone. He would lay back onto the bed, but he was only allowed to take the brace off at night, and he really wasn't feeling the whole laying on your side thing.

He glanced down to his bag, staring at it for just a moment before he opened it up, pulling out the Scout helmet that rested within it.
He held it up to eye level, studying the colors, the way it looked, anything about it really.

"I think I might have found what my favorite color is." He joked to himself, noting the amount of orange on not only the helmet but also the other pieces of armor as well. For some reason, just looking at the helmet made him feel...happier? He couldn't tell for sure.

He studied the helmet a bit more, even accidentally pressing a button that was on the side of the helmet. It didn't do anything that he could see and didn't even light up, so it probably just didn't even fucking work. He turned the helmet, and carefully leaned his head down a bit to put it on.

He felt more at ease with the helmet on. It felt familiar, and it felt comforting. Did he use to be shy or something?

He reached into the bag once more, pulling out one of the knives that were in there. He studied that as well. The blade felt familiar against his skin, and the handle almost fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. He tossed it up, and upon familiarity and instinct, he was able to balance it on his finger. He felt the grin on his face grow wider. He seemed to be on the path to remembering a few things already, how couldn't he get excited about it?

He wondered what else he knew how to do...

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To tell the truth, he thought he may have been hallucinating when he first saw the new bip on the A'rynasea's map, only because he knew what that bip had meant, and there was just no way that that could have been true.

Felix was dead, otherwise, the energy sword wouldn't have worked for him. It would have just been a useless handle if Felix was still alive, still breathing and kicking wherever the hell he ended up when he fell.

Yet, there it was, clear as day on the map that lay in front of him.

There was no way Felix could have survived that fall, someone had to have just been fucking with his armor. Stealing armor off of a dead man. Off of his dead partner.

But he had been long gone from Chorus, it would be stupid of him to go back, and for what? Armor that was of no use to him? He would just be begging to get caught.

Though...No, he couldn't. He had to start doing things for himself. He wasn't going to put himself in harm's way for Felix, not again.

...He sighed, tapping on the bip on the map to set his new course.

It was just to get the armor, he told himself, just for the armor. It was out of respect for his old partner, one final thing for him, and when it's done, he's done. Done with Felix, done with anything related to him.

Just one last favor...

Locus leaned back onto his heels a bit, watching as A'rynasea's auto-pilot turned them back around.

He didn't know what he would do once he landed, once he found who was fucking with Felix's armor, but he knew fairly well he would be leaving with it. He wasn't going to kill them, but maybe beating them half to death is still an option.

His mind wandered a bit to the possibility that Felix was still alive. Did that mean the bullshit about the sword was fake? That Sharkface had lied to them about it?
Just the thought of it annoyed him. What would have been the gain behind it? The purpose other than just fucking with them?

He shook his head of the thoughts, focusing back on his original train of thought. If Felix really was alive...He was going to be in for a lot of shit with him. He knew Felix well, and that if he really was still kicking, he was sure as hell going to come and find him once he could. It would turn into their game of hide and seek, just between the two of them. The seeker being Felix, and he the hider.

A small part of him knew he wouldn't mind the chase. The more Felix was focused on him, the less he would be focused on anyone else, and the less damage and harm he would cause.

It was a win either way, whether he was dead, or alive.

Locus sure as hell didn't mind.