voice;

[closerift]

Hi, yes, ah... I know there's... quite a lot going on at the moment, and I'd like to help with the whole... removing the infestation from the city, but I've forgotten how to use my weapon. A bit. And just about everything else as well. If there's someone who can- who has some kind of magic, or ability to restore memories, then I would be very grateful. Apparently I sort of died and lost them all, so I'm understandably eager to get them back. I think.

[ It's hard to be sure of anything in this condition, honestly. ]

All I can offer in terms of "why do it" is that I'll be much more useful with my memories back than I am now, so... there's that.

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[paragonbrosca]

...there are people here who can do that?

[closerift]

I'm not sure, but I thought it was worth asking.

[ Hello, apparently-a-roommate. ]

[paragonbrosca]

Dammit, I'll track down Cole. This is his thing, or at least it's supposed to be. I think.

[closerift]

He doesn't seem to be able to help. I spoke with him before, but...

[ Here she is, still memory-less. ]

[paragonbrosca]

...fuck.

I guess it really is up to Hope, unless it's something that comes back with time.

[closerift]

Isn't Hope the one they're all trying to kill? How's he getting on, anyway?

voice

[pocketspa]

[Well that's... mmmmm. Concerning. Sounds like Cecily, but that's a hell of an explanation, and not one he's comfortable with. Time to do some sleuthing.]

You died and lost your memories? How do you know you died if you can't remember?

voice

[closerift]

Someone told me so, and as that's all I have to go off of, that's the working theory.

[ She doesn't remember dying, though. Thankfully. ]

voice

[pocketspa]

[Well, that is indeed uncomfortable. To him, there's a couple of clear ways this could go. He could try to be actually helpful, give her her name, the truths of the world, make sure she doesn't eat shit to another Null. Chances are, if she died, she's on their hitlist, and he doesn't think they'd be discerning enough to realize she wasn't aware she should be running.

... Oooooor he could do that last bit and have some fun with it as payment.]

Well, pretty glad I found you then. You're one of my assistants. Been looking for you for days, homie.

voice /threadjack

[puzzlingly]

Cut that out.

「Taako. no.」

voice

[closerift]

... What's going on here?

[ :l ]

[bythewaves]

That... is rather concerning. Lady, is there anywhere you can be safe, for the nonce? I can teach blade but magic is nothing I know.

[closerift]

There is, and I'm not in need of training, but... thank you. [ She sighs. ] I used to be able to fight, but, of course, I can't remember any of it now.

[bythewaves]

I hope your memory returns. [ He says sincerely ]

For now - at the least, lady, I hope you will be safe.

[closerift]

Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment.

[ What a perfectly kind and polite stranger! ]

I... hope that you and yours will be safe, too, in all this.

[bythewaves]

We are better equipped than most, I think! [ He flashes her a smile, and bows a little, politely ]

We are old veterans of War. Maglor, at your service, lady - if you need anything, just call.

voice

[unitas]

No. [ Excuse me, Missy. She's not about to let Cecily dive right back into evil green hand of Doom, all right? ]

voice

[closerift]

Er - no?

[ new inquisitor, who dis ]

voice

[unitas]

It'd be easier and much more likely to work to go to one of the gods. You shouldn't let the people here play brain surgeon.

voice

[closerift]

Why should I let any so-called gods 'play brain surgeon?'

voice.

[puzzlingly]

「....HAHAHA... Well shit? This hits too close to home for this guy. Dying, forgetting who you are, yep, Been there, done that.」

... Has anyone told you your name?

voice.

[closerift]

Yes. "Cecily Trevelyan," something about Inquisitor, and there's an "Ostwick" in there, too, though I think that's a place and not part of my name or so-called title.

[ Why do so many people know so much about her? It's enough to make a gal uneasy. ]

voice.

[puzzlingly]

That's... good enough. Try to get through the details slowly, it might be too much to take in.

「After considering it...」

I... might be able to help.

voice.

[closerift]

Really? [ That perks her up quickly. ] Er - are you sure?

[ What does she have to lose, though, right? ]

voice.

[puzzlingly]

I am not really sure, if your memories are still there I might be able to see them, tell them to you at least. But if they are not...

「They don't lose anything with trying.」