Post by Ningen Dake on Apr 7, 2016 22:24:33 GMT
Note: Ningen is finally back. He's in the ruins of his old workshop, a couple of months after the end of the war.
The sudden belch behind Ningen made the man jump a little, his work clanking onto the ground as he turned suddenly. He looked quickly to the little baby, lying comfortably in a quickly made cot Ningen had built, checking to see if he was still breathing, or choking on something. But, the kid was fine. Ningen wasn't sure of his name, and he didn't want to give the boy a name himself. He was just looking after the Angel child. After all, this child was one of the few souls to actually make it to rebirth.
During the war, Ningen had hid, up in the ruins of his home, thinking towards a day when it would all end, and how it would hopefully end without the loss of his race. He'd gone to the tower, where all souls were channelled and reborn. Even as the war had begun, the tower wasn't working, no new Angels were being born. Because, as Ningen researched over the next few years, rebirth only occurred if the race was strong enough to support new life. With the tower in ruin, as well as the Angelic race, Ningen knew no new Angels would be born. He'd spent so long just trying to rebuild the tower on his own, with limited supplies, and no help from his machines. War went on below, but Ningen just tried to ignore it all, focused on the thought that his race may soon die out, and how he was determined to not let that happen. Then, the skies of red and anguish below seemed to calm, the storms of war seemingly ended after four years. Ningen had grown alone, terrified of going anywhere else. But his solitude and work wasn't in vain, as finally, the tower supported new life. Ningen watched a soul be reborn, a new Angelic child, something the mechanic never thought he'd get to see again. Ningen didn't expect help, honestly he didn't know what the situation was in Sohul right now. All he focused on was the child, making sure it stayed alive.
Ningen took it back to his workshop, and began rebuilding there as well. Soon after, news came to him, that the war really had ended. Kakushin was alive and well, and... things were all suddenly changing. Ningen only knew the war was over when others came back up to Aura, and to Ningen's surprise, one week later Shiro had been rebuild. Things were running once more, there were no Angels around, but Aura just had life to it again. Ningen tried not to go out much, he was too used to keeping to himself now, more so by the war and how it changed him. Plus he wanted to care for the little new one, worrying so much for this little guy that Ningen felt like he couldn't go anywhere. He'd left once, for the sake of helping Kakushin find an appropriate place to bury their late brother. Ningen didn't handle news of Ikiru's passing well, hiding back in his workshop, building random things just as an excuse to be doing something. His only interaction was with the child, feeding it, keeping it clean and healthy, investing in this little boy, even though Ningen couldn't find a name, or origin for him yet.
Ningen watched the little guy now, rolling around his cot, active for his age, not expecting any visitors until he heard a voice.
The sudden belch behind Ningen made the man jump a little, his work clanking onto the ground as he turned suddenly. He looked quickly to the little baby, lying comfortably in a quickly made cot Ningen had built, checking to see if he was still breathing, or choking on something. But, the kid was fine. Ningen wasn't sure of his name, and he didn't want to give the boy a name himself. He was just looking after the Angel child. After all, this child was one of the few souls to actually make it to rebirth.
During the war, Ningen had hid, up in the ruins of his home, thinking towards a day when it would all end, and how it would hopefully end without the loss of his race. He'd gone to the tower, where all souls were channelled and reborn. Even as the war had begun, the tower wasn't working, no new Angels were being born. Because, as Ningen researched over the next few years, rebirth only occurred if the race was strong enough to support new life. With the tower in ruin, as well as the Angelic race, Ningen knew no new Angels would be born. He'd spent so long just trying to rebuild the tower on his own, with limited supplies, and no help from his machines. War went on below, but Ningen just tried to ignore it all, focused on the thought that his race may soon die out, and how he was determined to not let that happen. Then, the skies of red and anguish below seemed to calm, the storms of war seemingly ended after four years. Ningen had grown alone, terrified of going anywhere else. But his solitude and work wasn't in vain, as finally, the tower supported new life. Ningen watched a soul be reborn, a new Angelic child, something the mechanic never thought he'd get to see again. Ningen didn't expect help, honestly he didn't know what the situation was in Sohul right now. All he focused on was the child, making sure it stayed alive.
Ningen took it back to his workshop, and began rebuilding there as well. Soon after, news came to him, that the war really had ended. Kakushin was alive and well, and... things were all suddenly changing. Ningen only knew the war was over when others came back up to Aura, and to Ningen's surprise, one week later Shiro had been rebuild. Things were running once more, there were no Angels around, but Aura just had life to it again. Ningen tried not to go out much, he was too used to keeping to himself now, more so by the war and how it changed him. Plus he wanted to care for the little new one, worrying so much for this little guy that Ningen felt like he couldn't go anywhere. He'd left once, for the sake of helping Kakushin find an appropriate place to bury their late brother. Ningen didn't handle news of Ikiru's passing well, hiding back in his workshop, building random things just as an excuse to be doing something. His only interaction was with the child, feeding it, keeping it clean and healthy, investing in this little boy, even though Ningen couldn't find a name, or origin for him yet.
Ningen watched the little guy now, rolling around his cot, active for his age, not expecting any visitors until he heard a voice.
