Lore: Rewrite

Dierce: i can't clothe myself quite yet. It'll take another 24 hours or so until my body's ready to do so.

Zera:Well then, I suppose...well, I have o idea where I may shelter you then. The young girl behind me was mutilated, perhaps we can use her home. That is, if you will accompany me or do you have other plans in mind?

Dierce: I don't mind. Whatever happens, will happen.

Zera:Ah. Well then before we depart, do you have a name?

: No. Never been given one.

Zera:Well, I suppose I will have to think of one. Though I may prefer to simply leave you nameless for my own convenience. If you come up with any suggestions, let me know.

: Fine then, I'll keep that in mind.

Gentle wakes up later in the light chapel.

Gentle: Ugh, Fierce, what the hell are you wearing?
Fierce: it's the outfit they always make me wear.
Gentle: but it makes you look like a hooker.
Fierce: And with your outfits, you're one to talk.

~Gentle's~

Zera:So, since you develop in what appears to be a systematic fashion, do you develop emotions over time or come with them?

: I'll develop them in another few hours.

Zera:Interesting. Do you sleep?

: Of course. Every living thing has to sleep.

Zera:Oh? I assumed you were just ooze that could morph into stuff. I didn't think you were something that needed sleep.

Dierce: I was just a mound of living biomass. Once I touch a living thing and absorbed some bits of its DNA, I become like that thing.

Zera:Oh. Even better. Cuz the thing you took the form of is what the mostly likely dead girl behind me and myself are wanting to kill. Perhaps you could be of some help to us?

Dierce: I guess so, I just jumped out at any random thing I could find.

Zera:Well, luckily for nearly everyone involved you landed on the strongest person in the area.

: Oh, I see. Hm, well why don't we start my name with a D? I like that letter most.

Zera:Alright, great. I actually think it'd be best for you to choose your own name. Not many people have the opportunity.

: You volunteered to give me a name so you're doing it.

Zera:Eh? but...but....damn. Well, don't complain if you don't like this....hm....you like the letter D, and you molded with Fierce....ok. I'm lazy. As a result, your name is Dierce, I'm afraid.

Dierce: I guess that could work.

Zera:*shrugs* Well, I guess since you'd probably be fairly boring until tomorrow, I will go rest. You may wanna find an out-of-the-way area of the house to reside in, because I doubt the girl who lives here will take kindly to your residency in her home. *falls asleep*

Dierce: Fine. *leaves to wander the house*

~Later~
Zera:*wakes up* Well, it's been a few hours....Dierce? Where are you? I'm too lazy to get up and look!

Dierce: I'm right here. I borrowed a few of the clothing from the owner's room.