I wasn't just going to let you guys stay hurt without trying to help. [first and foremost.] I don't have healing powers or anything, but...it was the least we could do.
...I just don't understand. We saw you this morning.
[the confused feeling comes back pretty strongly when he says her name? she looks at him for a second, equally confused, but just-- moves on. she's fine she's moving on.]
Not immediately, but I picked up on similarities fairly quickly. Things they'd mentioned, or that I'd seen.
[if he's not asking she's just moving on, thank you. she's typing one handed so this is all kind of slow but:]
We were in some sort of study, at first, with several items lying around. We took some of them with us, but when I looked at something on one of the desks, that's where I got this.
[she sets the phone down to hold up her left hand. the eye shaped injury is kind of starting to bleed through the bandages a little but it's fine.]
But it wasn't an injury then, it was just a red eye.
Then Denji woke up a mimic disguised as a cabinet.
They looked like people we must have known, but she was all wrong, it was some kind of distorted creature with her face
they attacked us and we had to fight them back, she begged me to kill her, Taichi
[all of this is... hard for her to type, but there's an odd sort of feeling to the grief that comes with it. there's definitely something else troubling lucretia about this that she doesn't clarify.]
Wait, wait...[he says it more to try and help her calm down a little.]
...that must have been hard, especially if they were still just recognizable to be the people you knew. Were they all like that? [begging to be killed.] How did you...?
...this place loves to pull people from our own memories. When...we were on our trip, I forgot everybody, too. Agumon, Yamato, my sister...even my parents. Maybe it's someone you know, but the memory hasn't come back yet.
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...I just don't understand. We saw you this morning.
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Most of it.
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We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to. These things keep getting worse.
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I just don't know how much I can promise to answer right now.
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...where did you go?
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It was related to Beau and Caleb and Mollymauk's home.
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This again...? Last time people went to someone else's home, it was Ichiro's. Do Beau or Caleb know yet?
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[so they'll have a chance to shake down one of them over curfew, at least.]
...they probably have some idea if they saw our injuries.
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...how did you know it was their world right away?
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Not immediately, but I picked up on similarities fairly quickly. Things they'd mentioned, or that I'd seen.
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That's both a good and a bad thing. So what did you have to do when you were there? How did things start?
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We were in some sort of study, at first, with several items lying around. We took some of them with us, but when I looked at something on one of the desks, that's where I got this.
[she sets the phone down to hold up her left hand. the eye shaped injury is kind of starting to bleed through the bandages a little but it's fine.]
But it wasn't an injury then, it was just a red eye.
Then Denji woke up a mimic disguised as a cabinet.
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...an eye. [not great.] Like a tattoo. So Denji woke up a mimic and it attacked you guys? What kind of items did you have?
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I know Otome was able to shoot fire, Denji had an axe-- I think Malik healed Otome at one point? Mine was
[...the little typing indicator flashes a few times as she pauses.]
My item could cast Poison Spray.
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All of that sounds pretty useful. [...he takes a breath and continues.] Where did you move on to then?
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They looked like people we must have known, but she was all wrong, it was some kind of distorted creature with her face
they attacked us and we had to fight them back, she begged me to kill her, Taichi
[all of this is... hard for her to type, but there's an odd sort of feeling to the grief that comes with it. there's definitely something else troubling lucretia about this that she doesn't clarify.]
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Wait, wait...[he says it more to try and help her calm down a little.]
...that must have been hard, especially if they were still just recognizable to be the people you knew. Were they all like that? [begging to be killed.] How did you...?
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[...her fingers tremble, briefly, before she continues.]
I don't know who she was.
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[...ahhhhhh but more intense.]
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[the unsettled vibes just intensify.]
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[the memory problems only kicked in later, evidently.]
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