Reggie

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</infobox> Reggie the Composite Kid is an Other that filled the vacuum the victims of the Hungry Choir left.<ref>A bunch of people had disappeared when the Choir had taken them and they'd left a void where their Selves and lives had been. Something had crawled into that void to occupy it and live in it, and that something was complex like edith was complex, made up of individual fragments. It lived their patterns, including a friendship with a girl who was too nice to say no. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.6</ref> He also goes by the name Reagan, Collins and Gabriel.<ref name="pp">“I, the piecemeal person known going by Reggie, also Reagan, also Collins, also Gabriel, vote for exile.” - Excerpt from False Moves 12.3</ref>

Personality

'Reggie' is unsure of himself, claiming to be made up of the desperation of the Hungry Choirs victims had during their last moments, yet he displays other emotions and morals outside such emotional extremes.<ref>They were so desperate. All of them. It wasn't just those three. They bit, they clawed, they screamed, they hurt. In their last moments they stood on the edge of oblivion. More of them gave their all than gave up. That's the space I'm occupying.
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“I don’t think you realize what it means, for me to be made up of people who were like these guys were right at the end.  Doing anything to keep going.  Even eating vomit, clawing at a friend’s arm, begging…”

“We’re trying to find the people who set that ritual into motion.  I think you could do a lot of good if you helped us.”
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“Composite Kid,” Avery said.  He gave her a funny look.  “Gabe.  Collins.  Reagan.  You’re not just those moments at the end, you know.  I think they left a deep impression, but there’s so much more.  If there wasn’t… then you wouldn’t be linked to-”

She pushed past Melissa, who was hanging back.  Into the apartment, where Howie was with Steph, who looked guarded.

She reached for a photo on the wall.  One that was still fuzzy.  She pulled it free, then returned to the hallway.

She held it out.  A picture of Reagan with a guitar, tongue sticking out of one side of her mouth.

“-to this,” Avery told him.  “You wouldn’t make this reappear.  If you were just that ugliness and desperation and violence then you’d be making that happen, instead.  It’s fine to be scared and to not be okay.  But it’s not all of you.”

He swayed on the spot, and then he approached.

He took the picture, and it fuzzed a bit.  His outline fuzzed a bit.

“They had other qualities, like teamwork,” Lucy said. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.11</ref> He also has a good amount of strategizing and teamwork experience.<ref name=gma/>

He thinks that he's slowly falling apart, this drove much of his cooperation.<ref>“I didn’t make them disappear,” the Composite Kid called out.  “I’m the Frankenstein’s monster that got put together from the scraps that were left behind.  A bit of the backfill that’s smoothing over the holes they left, so the universe can heal and move on.  I was a confused jumble of a bunch of people’s memories, at first, and then I put myself together.  It was excruciating.  Tying knots in two ropes that are being pulled in opposite directions, over and over again.  I don’t think I’m very long for this world.  When the universe has smoothed it all out, I’ll be the bumpy bit that gets scraped away.  Probably.” - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.11</ref>

Relationships

Has some pieces from Collins, Reagan and Gabe that let him deal with people there. He does not seem to have any of their health problems.

He is friends with Crooked Rook, she even offered to help prevent him from being destroyed.<ref>You have three years.  If you haven’t addressed your situation, the box you’re in will close and the contents will become inert.  Playing the sorts of games and tricks with the boundaries and conventions I’ve mentioned will give you much more life.- Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.z</ref>

He also has a working relationship with Lis.<ref name=":0" />

Description

Blond 14 year old, bit of a cataract where Reagan had her blind eye, has tattoos from Collins, male in all the ways that counts but dresses gender-neutrally.<ref name=gma>They were down there.  The composite, with a nine year old boy holding his hand.  The Composite Kid’s blond hair was messy, sunglasses were pushed up to the hairline, and one of the two eyes was only a cataract white, scarred over.  Androgynous, wearing a hoodie despite the heat, gender neutral clothes, middle-teens in age.  The tattoo on one arm stood out.  A brawny gorilla on a skinny arm.
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“Are you the guy in charge?” Avery asked.  “Are you a guy?  Or do you prefer-”

“I’m a guy and no, I’m not in charge.  Not really.  But you know, I inherited a heck of a knack for strategizing, giving my all.  An edge of desperation,” he said.  “That’s my contribution.” - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.11</ref> The Sight can revel his composite nature.<ref>Verona poked her head out, assessing the situation.

Lucy was on her feet, back to the wall.  One of the youths that had been on the bench faced her.

The meaty red stuff inside that youth resembled Edith’s.  Frankensteined together.  The oldest person who’d been on that bench, with badly cut blond hair and sunglasses pushed up to the hairline.
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“Don’t give away too much, McKay,” the youth said.  He’d apparently cleaned up his face enough he could talk.
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“I’m going to go,” the youth said to McKay.

“Getting our new friend?”

“Stop giving away information, you oaf,” the youth said.

“I’m not stupid, I’m a maintenance alcoholic having a bad night, that’s all.”

“Stop giving them info.” - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.5</ref>

After the Hungry Choir was destroyed he started to look more drawn out and ragged.<ref>He looked a bit different.  A little more drawn out, like there was less fat on his bones.- Excerpt from Fall Out 14.6</ref>

Abilities

Reggie has a lot of skills drawn from the overlap of the three people he is.<ref name="gma" /> As able to borrow money or resources from families he's connected to.<ref>He gets cash from his families, he says. Borrows a car sometimes- I've seen two different cars. Just goes, asks for them, asks for allowance or goes into this grocery store to get his last paycheque, and they hand it over. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.7</ref> Again, this is all drawn from piecemeal components.<ref name="pp" /><ref> A guy with tattoos who had been too badly hurt to get his meal.  He’d seemed dead, but he’d been alive enough, apparently, to become a part of the choir, and an aspect of Collins was now part of Reggie, the composite kid. - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.13</ref>

He is able to feel when something is wrong with one of his families.<ref>Melissa here talked to Mrs. Necaise and stirred up a whole lot.  Then, while I’m figuring out what happened and who’s digging into it, spending time with one of my siblings, I start feeling like something’s wrong.  A bit of a tug, a bit of a jarring feeling.  Didn’t really know that was a thing I could feel.  Not until you started talking to Steph, I guess.”-Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.11</ref>

Will likely have something like a normal human lifespan if he settles in, according to Crooked Rook.<ref>[Rook] turned to the Kid.  “You have three years.  If you haven’t addressed your situation, the box you’re in will close and the contents will become inert.  Playing the sorts of games and tricks with the boundaries and conventions I’ve mentioned will give you much more life.  The human aspects of you will give way after fifty-one years.  That too can be adjusted, if you truly wish.”

Tashlit reached out, touching Rook’s arm, and Rook didn’t even wait for the gestures before saying, “Yes.  By giving up humanity.”

Tashlit shook her head.

The Kid shuffled his feet, backing up a step.  “The people I’m made of obsessed a lot about making those kinds of changes and fixes.  I’d worry I couldn’t stop once I got started messing around.”

“There is a stopping point,” Rook told him.  She clicked the calipers closed, then slid them into her belt.  “That point is when you decide to stop playing games with the rules and get serious.”

Goosebumps prickled along the skin that wreathed Tashlit’s narrow body.

“Is that how I’d get to be a part of your sect?” the Kid asked.

“You wouldn’t need to worry about whether you qualify for at least a hundred and two years,” Rook told him.  “Draw the conclusions you must from that.”

He nodded. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.z</ref>

History

Claims to have been created in Kennet eventually meeting McKay and Bridge where they teamed up with Bathos. Established a Pattern with a group of kids including Peyton for an unknown purpose.^{[citation needed]}

Currently cooperating with the Kennet Council,<ref>Composite kid is cooperating - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.12</ref> running errands for them and even going on patrols. He's also been getting spying lessons from Lis.<ref name=":0">“Running errands.  Getting lessons from Lis on spying on people.  Keeping an eye out for those follow-up witch hunters we’re overdue.” - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.7</ref>

After the Hungry Choir was destroyed his existance became more fragile and unstable.<ref>“Reggie’s existence is more fragile than it was,” Rook said.  “Like a Dog of War without their war.  I’ll take some measurements, see if there’s anything immediate that can be done.  There’s a small chance the things I already have on hand will serve, and we’ll accelerate plans.”

“Plans?” Lucy asked.

“Adjust how the composite is configured, perhaps add something to the configuration.  It’s dangerous, difficult, and harder than it might sound, especially since he is one or two centuries off from being ready.  But if it’s a question of us taking the risk and possibly saving him or not taking the risk and us certainly losing him… we’ll chance it.”

“Making him an Oni?” Lucy asked.

“We’ll see,” Rook said.  “It really is a title that should be earned.  But in that direction?  Yes.”- Excerpt from Fall Out 14.6</ref>

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