#lore//the faith and the fighter (legato bluesummers)

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Legato and His Status as a Hybrid

Beneath the cut will be more information on how my Legato is a half plant and how he deals with the new change awakened in him upon the death of the Gold Light/Star (Vash).

Now, in the original incorrect translation of the manga Legato effectively states that he got his powers by shoving metal into his brain as a youth. But, it didn't make sense to me how that would give him powers.

What if they were 'Plant Metal'. Thin nano strands pulled from a living Plant's body, stained a glowing blue from their blood. That the Plants they'd come from are still connected.

He'd been taken from his mother at 6, watching her die as he's pulled away. He'd been abused and injected with many things, their precious exotic toy was often a brat and causing problems to make sure they focused on him and not the others in their care. So many of the strange things they've stolen they tested on Legato to see if it would be fun for them.

Around 14 he comes across the canister the traders had gotten and heard the siren of the angels. He'd heard them calling to him, not quite understanding beyond they wanted to be apart of him. Seeing as he felt them in his mind he took it to mean 'put us in there'. As Dependents don't speak English he, as a teen, made guesses.

16 is when Tesla destroys the city he's in and the twins find him in the aftermath of the fight, having protected his sisters with the power the angels gave him. Using the threads he has a limit, too far and he'll bleed from the ears, nose and even the eyes if he's pushed to his very limit. He can heal himself but it's exhausting and his body cuts him off before he can die to his power overuse. To combat this he's learnt hand to hand and uses his censor as a bludgeoning weapon.

At nearly 35, the final stand of the Gold Star took place. In this moment, Vash had known the change that had been taking place over the last decades inside the once human. The Plant DNA leeching into his brain, into the core of his being, bleeding into his veins and changing him.

He was a Dependent now. Not born into it, but changed into it. And so, with his final run rushing in on him, his final moments he presses that side of Legato, feels him begging not to leave and guides the man to initiate a merge.

Vash's last run was aborted, but with the merge the Plant within Legato was awoken, brought to the surface and ignited. He wasn't human, he wasn't Plant, he was something new.

Since then, he's gained so much more, a violent roll that's tied to his emotions, forcing him to be restrained, to lock it all down and tie himself up lest he have an Event.

During such an Event his Plant attributes come out, ripping his skin open and leaving him wounded when they recede. He's not in control, and because of this the Plant half wounds him, scorches him and tries to talk, to speak and resonate but it drive him to brinks of madness he tries to deal with inside the Altar room, a safe place he should be isolated in, if he manages to remember to lock the door.

Nai had also perished, before his final run he held Legato, initiating another merge so the twins reside within him, guardians that try to aid in his control of the other half, but there's not much they can do being barely imprints of their living consciousness, there but barely more than phantom touches and faint words when he's on the brink of an Event or within one.

Now nearly 40 he hardly looks his age, resigning himself to the probability he has the lifespan of a Plant he vows to bring Eden to the planet, that his Strands of Fate, a project from his youth, the City of Eden a project they'd started together in his early twenties, he believes he was chosen by the angels, by the brothers to be humanity's final hope. Should Telsa return a third time, he will be waiting. To end her for good.

Or die trying.

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What's your favorite position, Leggy?

Sprawled across the plush bedding of his altar the hazed mind of the post coital bliss hybrid perks at the sound of the angels' curiosity. He thought for a long moment, wondering idly through ideas.

"If I love the person, the Lotus, maybe missionary, I'll gladly take what they give. Carnal pleasure? I will be the dominant in g-whiz. Perhaps I'd let my lover dominate me in that pose too if I love them. It depends, truly."

Many of his acts with sex involving another depends on plenty of things. Does he love them, are they special to him, will he see them again, how does he feel that day. There's plenty of reasons things would change.

"My kinks also change depending on my connection to the person. So, it's hard to pinpoint my preferred. I hope that satisfied your curiosity, angels."

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Legato Headcannons

I Need to discuss my boy so you all have an idea of what my boy is like. Under Read More for your sake (if it works). A NSFW/Triggering one will come soon.

Appearance wise his physique is more like Tristamp but his hair and skin are that of 98 anime and his clothes is a mesh of the two (art to come).

He is often HEAVILY Obsessive Compulsive. Everything has its place, and if you move it, even slightly, he'll lose it. Trauma is a fickle thing.

Legato often has horrible nightmares and hallucinations, especially if he overextends his powers. Being the threads of metal he'd shoved into his own brain, they mess with his mind and can often times create moments of psychosis. He often treats this with prayer and thumbing at his 'rosary' as it's one of the few things to snap him out, alongside his hand crafted tome or pain.

His rosary isn't exactly what one would expect to be a 'catholic rosary'. The metal is woven like a braided chain between each carved 'bead'. The pendant isn't a cross, but rather the tree of life wrapped in an downward turned crescent moon, from the base of the tree is a tangled mass of metal holding a fang from a beast. Deer-like antlers weave up from the moon before falling to the chain and bead.

His tome cover has meticulously detailed Plant lines that match the face of His Lord marred into the leather with his own blood before it was properly cured and sealed.

This being said he's also meticulously carved across his body the perfect imagery of the Plant lines he's witnessed bar his face, over the scars on his once virgin skin so that he can find beauty in the mangled flesh of his horrid past instead.

He has mercy, can be pushed into being kind even, but like a pendulum he can swing right back into violence. He has patience and he has compassion but it is incredibly limited.

Whilst he is loyal to Nai to a fault, he will not hesitate to force the man to stop what he's doing if it will cause the Plant harm to himself. He has these gifts for a reason, and he believes it's to protect his God and enact His will.

He is incredibly gluttonous. Food is a comfort after starving most of his youth. So he eats, often, like every meal, snack and treat is his very last. Despite this, he can sometimes, when he believe to be alone or finds a favored taste, become vocal in his approval. Don't comment on that if you want to live.

He has learnt many skills over his life since being given life anew in his pre teen years by Knives, such as cooking, sewing, wood carving, sculpting, linguistics and whittling. But his three precious hobbies are perhaps charcoal painting, music (mostly the violin with an adoration for the piano) and reading (mostly botany books).

Pain for him is both a punishment and a blessing. If he feels he's done wrong and there is not an equal exchange, he will suffer in place of who he feels was meant to (Usually involving his Strands, more on the Strands thread to come)

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Legato and his Strands of Fate Headcannon Post

Here I will share a more in depth analysis of Legato and his Strands of Fate (simplified to Strands) and the complicated cult-like structure yet how it differs from a more radical view most see Cults as. (It is still a cult, just very lax.)

His Cult is half made up of innocents he's spared, bathed, clothed and reborn into the the Light of their God. He teaches them to fight, teaches them or pairs them with a master of a craft to learn and thrive and be useful.

The cult is NOT Christianity based. The only reason he has a rosary of sorts was it was a gift to him made of Nai's living metal. Instead of a cross it's the tree of life, a symbol of Nai's peaceful room on the SEEDs ship and Legato's precious journey from seedling he'd sewn to the broad tree bringing life to the Strands. If I had to stick them roughly into a few boxes it'd be loosely Satanic and Pagan, very spiritual, all about rituals of some sort (not often sacrifices usually feasts or sex acts depending).

He calls his members strands after a few things, the strands of metal that give him power and the strands of Fate woven by their God, hence the cult being known as 'The Strands of Fate'.

The 'Sisters of Fate' are the other sex slaves saved on the day Nai had come into his life by the guide of the Fates, standing as the highest if only because they learned so much under both Nai and Legato's care to continue the skills down the generations and newer members.

Legato will usually do his sermons in a padded little booth of his, broadcasting over the planet to reach as many of his many Strands as he can.

They don't go through baptisms per se, but rather 'Cleansings'. These can be anything from being dunked into water, branded, tattooed, pampered, told sweet nothings from just Legato or from several of the elder Strands, to even just a feast in their name. Cleansings are NOT mandatory, but an offering for the lost to shed their pain in a way they deem fit so they can now begin to move on.

Once you join, you are NOT obligated to remain. You can leave whenever you see fit. If you feel the group is not for you, that's alright.

You do NOT have to believe the more radical views of Legato and the Sisters of Fate, the only rule is that you Respect Plants as if they were your own Kin and NEVER run them Red.

Most of the Strands live off of the land rather than using Plant power. When they do need to they thank the Plants for aiding them in this world, Legato specifically apologizes for being a 'disgraceful mongrel to need to take from them'.

They do their best to propagate anything given to them, keeping seeds from food to then plant and cultivate where they can.

There is a major compound hidden out in the sand where they'd salvaged six Plants and cultivated their own small sliver of Paradise with both their hard work and the aid of the Plants that watch over them. This is where most Strands find themselves.

If he feels a Strand was meant to die and he prevented such to happen, or he disappoints Nai (often also used as a way to silence the chaos in his mind from the strands of metal in his brain) he will cause himself undue pain. Often with red hot metals, sometimes blades and he even has an old cat-o-nine. It's one reason he has the body covered in Plant line scars burned into his flesh. Pain is familiar, it's comfortable to him, thus it is used in many aspects of his life as a gift and punishment.

The small child skull he has on his left upper arm was one of his Strands birthed from one of the Sisters of Fate who died too young due to an attack. Their last words were 'Please, never let me cease walking'. the skull was taken once the child passed, carved to fit Legato's arm and reinforced by Nai's living metal so that, as long as they do, the child too shall walk.

The beast skull on the right arm was from the sand creature that had tried to strike the small group not long after he'd been saved by the God. He wasted no time, throwing his body and power into striking the pack that tried to take his Sisters from him. He'd been bitten in that shoulder, the arm nearly ripped from him before he stared the beast in the eye and struck it down without mercy. It's skull is now mounted on his shoulder as evidence of his power and willingness to defend the weak even with his body.

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This voice in my head, it wants me to choose Die selfish or live with my head in a noose Does it ever get better, is this worth the fight? Everyone has a breaking point, guess we'll find mine

Kill the body, not the memory Wouldn't blame 'em, they'd resent me Kind of scares me what it takes to just save myself

My personal hell, I'll bury it, bury it Weight of the world, I'll carry it, carry it Pile it all on, I've gotta be strong For somebody, for somebody Put my pain in a pill, I'll swallow it, swallow it Too numb to feel, I'm hollow, I'm hollow I have to hold on, I've gotta be strong For somebody, for somebody Somebody else Somebody else

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Roberto wonders if Legato has played any card games.

Blue tinted lips curled at the question, the soft curiosity from the strange old man. Quick witted, charming in the grumpy uncle kind of way where he reeks of smoke and booze yet, it's such a painful comfort you deal with the way it stings your eyes. In another life, he'd consider him a parental figure. A shame, really.

"Wouldn't you like to know, reporter boy?"

Amusement tinted his eyes, returning to his burger patiently, swallowing the last bite before giving a real answer.

"Yes, I've played many a card games. Are you truly this bored you need something to entertain your dwindling time on this planet?"

{Art by @inkksuna}

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Legato, what is a regret you wish you could undo?

The question from the being catches him off guard, having welcomed his Strands in for the evening sermon in the city they'd paused in, seeing each out with a warmth reserved only for them. The last to leave lingered, clearly asking from a place of pain themselves. At least, that is how the witch had seen it.

He motions for them to join him at a pew of the church, slowly settling on the smooth polished wood. The words still mulled about in his mind, mingling with memories as he touched his arm, where a small human skull rest, cut to fit perfectly on his limb.

"Well..."

Where did he even begin? What of his many failures would he undo? What would he give anything to fix, even if it cost him everything to do it?

He thought of the child, as illness and injury took their life, their pleas to travel, their begging, the soft voice pleading;

You promised I'd see the world when I was older. Please, never let me cease walking.

It was the hardest final plea he'd taken on, when they'd begged to go with him, how he'd carefully cleaned their skull, carved the front plate off and strengthened it with the aid of the God. How that youth still rests with him every day on his arm, a reminder of mortality and life after death.

Lips parted, as if to speak of this memory only for teeth to sink into his flesh as another struck him with a violent ferocity he doubled over. The pain so cruel, so foul like a beast tearing his stomach open to leave his insides bare to the world to rot away.

It was his own failure, as it always was. He'd been caught in the crossfire of pantheons warring, of Gods versus a Goddess with a violent hatred of all things homo sapien.

He'd thrown the wolf from the target of fire, eyes flashing up as pure energy roared like a dragon to his body. He couldn't move fast enough, the Punisher and it's handler having taken all his momentum, he was stuck, drained from his own fight. His threads writhing in his brain matter as blood slipped from his ears, his nose and stained even his teeth as he bared them.

A moment felt like an eternity, the blackened purple energy charging through the air, he found himself welcoming it. His life was over, but his last act was saving a dear friend, giving a chance to those around to make their move. Lips had curved, a serene smile as heat bloomed ever closer, eyes slipping shut with a soft prayer;

Let my death be the linchpin in this fight.

But Fate was a cruel Mistress to the living.

Arms found his form, ready for the end of life, cradling him close as feathers wrapped around his kneeling shape, cocooning him and protecting him from the sudden burst of plasma from beyond. Eyes snapped open, head jolting up to lock teal with gold, confusion turning to horror as he watched blond rapidly bleed black.

Thank you. For showing me that no matter what happens... Humanity has hope.

Words stained his soul, marred his flesh with vibrant cursive and warm geraniums across his heart, gouging his pulse as the memory consumed him now, the world falling away from his awareness.

He remembered the way he'd cried out, begging the other to stop, that he wasn't worth the Angel's life. The vivid memory brushed his cheek, wiping the bloodied tears that had formed, falling as he watched the Divine give everything for him.

Never change, Legato.

Angel burned away and when the energy finally ceased, the wretched scream of the horrid Goddess was nothing on the agonizing silence that soft smile left as his body turned to ash right around the human. It held nothing on the emptiness in his mind that formed as the other's consciousness faded.

It was nothing on the agony in his very soul.

Nor the burn of something powerful threading through his veins, blue lights burning over his plant scars he'd carved into flesh, only to turn a vibrant purple, the shapes morphing into something different, something new.

It held nothing to the rage as he stood, despite the blood, despite the agony of overexertion, despite it all, he stood against the Goddess, with kin alike strewn around in weakened but equally enraged states, converging with a violence unseen.

He came to the present once more, lights burning under his clothes, hidden barely by their weave, hands shaking as tears plipped against the ground whilst his gaze had been cast down between his ankles.

"I lost a... Dear friend because of my own weakness... If I could undo one thing... It'd be letting Him stand in the way of my own demise."

Without you... Where will we go? Where will we turn?

His head snaps up as he feels the faintest brush along his forehead, like a tender kiss of the angel.

To the stars and forward, Legato. Always forward.

That same serene smile found his lips, eyes falling shut in the moment as he let the Strand leave on their own terms.

"I suppose I never truly lost Him... For He will always light our way."

Eyes looked upon the statue, the angel depicted before him as he does in every Strand operated Temple. Memorialized in his sacrifice for the hope of Humanity and Plant alike;

Vash the Stampede.

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/ Gives Legato a mound of Nai and Vash plushies

The Apostle knows not when the plushies had arrived, only that the gift had startled him from his peaceful daze. Confusion turned to acceptance as the pile of Divine idols squeak all over his frame. They seemed endless. His eyes closed once more as he let the swarm descend and smother him whole, till nothing more than the very tip of his foot was visible. He was in heaven.

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OOC//Legato and nicknames

General names other than the titles such as 'Undertaker' and 'The Humanoid Typhoon' that Legato has for the common people he runs into (thus far) Wolfwood - Crunchwrap Supreme, Carrot Stick, Potato chips, Pup, Ice Cube, Lettuce Leaf, Uncooked Noodle Vash - Angel, Divine, Starlight, Sunshine, Doughnut, Sugar Ring, Bean Pole, Idiot, Fluffbutt Nai - My Lord, His Divinity, Shithead (Specific Nai's only), Idiot (VERY RARE), Divine Light, My Light, Sir, Snowdrop, Orchid Zazie - Bug Brain, Critter, Skitter Bug, Scales, Chitin Creatin, Little Shit, Brat, Gremlin, Goblin, Rat Livio - Snowy, Bean Stalk, Puppy In due time there will be more I'm sure, but this was bugging me so I had to share

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The Many Universes of Legato Bluesummers

Main Verse - v//THE FAITH AND THE FIGHTER (LEGATO BLUESUMMERS) - Heavily into the 98’s anime with the more radical side of the spiritual fanaticism (He’s Pagan leaning, nothing Christian at all for him personally, though some Strands are so he welcomes it) this Legato has a softer side, though it is limited as to whom gets to see it in it’s full force.

Taking in the mangled innocence and teaching them power, teaching them strength and teaching them of the closest they’ll ever get to gods, the Plants. His cult a swarm of rescues determined to make a future for both Plants and Humans to thrive in. Whilst he is still wild, oft cruel toned, there’s more to the Cult Leader than just a simple pawn.

He's had Plant Metal threads in his skull for DECADES at this point, so his DNA isn't entirely human any more. Please see the Lore tag for more information and visual refs.

God’s Betrayer - v//I’D RATHER DIE ON MY FEET THAN LIVE ON MY KNEES (DIVINITY DESTROYER LEGATO BLUESUMMERS) - Legato had finally had enough, seeing the False God for whom he is he’s snapped and turned on him. He’s forced the god to kneel, stared him in the eyes and proclaimed his dominance.

He now owns the Plant, still striving for the goal of bringing Paradise to Plants and what little pieces of humanity he sees fit, he does so now with the violent weapon at his every command. It had been decades of Plant DNA slowly leeching into his body and now he stands as a perfect hybrid, able to communicate between gates, though he cannot conjure, his own body can be knit back together by his own will.

More to come