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.

Comments

[paragonbrosca]

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

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?

[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.

voice

[unitas]

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

[closerift]

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

[ Hello, apparently-a-roommate. ]

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. ]

[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.

voice

[closerift]

Er - no?

[ new inquisitor, who dis ]

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?

[paragonbrosca]

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

[bythewaves]

I hope your memory returns. [ He says sincerely ]

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

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]

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. ]

[closerift]

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

[ Here she is, still memory-less. ]

[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.

voice

[closerift]

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

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.

[paragonbrosca]

...fuck.

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

[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.

[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 /threadjack

[puzzlingly]

Cut that out.

「Taako. no.」

[closerift]

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

voice

[closerift]

... What's going on here?

[ :l ]

[closerift]

Unless any of you can restore memories, then I think what I need is out of reach... but, thank you. [ She sighs. He's being polite, at least, and kind. ] I'm told that I am Cecily Trevelyan, so... here's to remembering that for myself sooner, rather than later.

voice.

[closerift]

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

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