Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum

Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
Fix 8's


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"Taz! Calm yourself. Don't let it happen again!" Said the man to Taz who had been continuously unable to dampen his emotions. But upon hearing the man's words, slowly the fire that had been burning in some of his hands was extinguished making puffs of smoke emerge from his hands and body.


Taz, the man turned to the man who had just made him remember the most terrible regret in him. Regret for what happened to him in the past, which made the very man unfortunately died with his own hands. And until now, he could not forgive himself. Taz's face changed, his heart seemed to be torn apart when the memory came again. His originally sturdy body now began to slow down almost to fall, but soon the man caught it.


Marko Octavius, that's his name. An energetic man who is very cheerful and energetic, can be said to entertain many people is his expertise, he said, but even so, however, he is a very understanding person especially if it concerns the issue of Taz which is a cousin of his mother's family. Already since childhood they are close and raised in the same environment, this makes Marko understand very well how the characterization of Taz and what has been in nature since long ago.


"You need to calm down, and don't keep going like this. Take control of your emotions and don't let that power hurt the people in this dormitory. You can't repeat that mistake twice, and remember what your purpose was to receive to go to school here! You accepted it because you wanted to try to control your uncontrolled fire power. Remember that!" He said that if it wasn't like this, Taz would never be aware of what he was doing.


Taz was there silent, his face showing remorse for what he did.


"You're right, I was wrong. Sorry," he murmured slowly.


"It's not me who deserves to accept your apology, but the man who became your roommate and the man you hurt" he said. Makes Taz remember that he had just injured a man who tried to break up his quarrel with Vicenzo. His tears changed in an instant, staring at Marko with both of his eyes wide open perfectly.


"You're right, I hurt him. I have to meet him" he said, who then walked out.


"Wait on! Where are you going?!" Shouted Marko back there. Taz stopped when he arrived at the doorway, turning to Marko who was standing there.


"Find them," he said.


"Then let me help you find him" Marko ran up to him.


The two went out, leaving the dorm room that was now very messy. Fortunately, advanced technology makes the place safe and does not cause fires that can endanger the residents of other dormitories.


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"By the way, how's your wound? Let me help you with this?" Vicenzo said when he realized Dean's wound was quite severe.


"No need, I can take care of it myself. The important thing now is that you should calm down and not get caught up in trouble. Remember, if you get caught up in trouble and your dad knows what he's going to do to you" he reminded. Vicenzo kept silent justifying Dean's remarks.


"Yes, you're right. But it seems still, maybe because of this problem I will get a heavy punishment from my papa," he said in a soft voice. His face turned gloomy.


"Then calm down. Whatever the punishment may be, I'll help you if necessary" Dean turned comforting.


"I'll help you too" Nero said with a smile. Vicenzo there looked up at the two men who had just helped him calm down, he then smiled knottedly towards the two.


"Thank you" he said.


"Together," replied Dean.


"Well now you better rest here for a while, until you really feel calm. After that you can go back to your room" Nero said. Dean nodded in agreement.


"Alright" replied Vincenzo. "Oh yeah, by the way we haven't formally gotten acquainted, what's your name?" ask him on Nero.


"My name is Vincenzo Tertius, greetings, and it's nice to meet you" he said, shaking Nero's hand.


"It's nice to meet you too."


Nero and Vicenzo broke up his handshake. From the color of the sound that Nero saw, he saw the blue color that came out of the sound created by Vincenzo and can be concluded that Vincenzo is a person who is calm, safe, and peaceful. But from that color as well, Nero could see a deep sadness hidden from his figure. But I don't know what it is, Nero doesn't know.


"Oh yeah, Dean let me help you treat your wounds. You need to be treated right away because if you don't, your injuries could get worse," Nero turned to Dean there.


"All right, thank you," Dean said.


"Yes," Nero stepped over to the P3K box hanging on the wall. He pressed the button there, entered the health code that belonged to him and the door of the box opened. Nero grabbed some tools to treat Dean. Meanwhile, Vincenzo now stepped over to the bed that Nero was in. That handsome guy was laying his body there.


Nero approached Dean and helped treat the wound, but the water released by Vicenzo managed to make the wound slightly better. Nero immediately helped Dean treat his wound. He paused for a moment when he remembered something.


"Oh yes, Vicen—"


"Call me Vice!" Cut quick.


"Oh okay. Vice. So, to fix some damage I'll call my cousin to help you fix it."


"Your cousin? What power does he have?" Vincenzo looked up with a confused face towards Nero.


"My cousin can repair damaged goods with the ability he has. So I'm sure he can fix the damage" he explained.


"Ooh, all right," Vincenzo doesn't mind.


"Who is your cousin? Does he go to school here too?" Dean asked curiously.


"Yes, he goes to school here too. His name is Nataliya Zola."


"What's? Is she a girl?"


"Yes, why? Do you know him?"


"No. I don't know him."


"Oh, I thought you knew him" said Nero. The man then refocused to treat Dean's wounds that were still not finished in the treatment by him. While Dean and Nero are preoccupied with his injuries, things are different with Vincenzo. The albino-haired handsome man was now slowly starting to sleep on Nero's soft bed, it seemed that he was starting to calm down.


Dean and Nero's room is still unfinished, some of their belongings are still lying there, including a suitcase containing their own clothes.


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