[pcs] taichi

[ambiography]

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[ambiography]

I feel like I knew her at the time.

[the memory problems only kicked in later, evidently.]

[goalsides]

You'll probably remember soon. But don't freak out. It wasn't real...even if it might've felt that way.

[ambiography]

I know. I know it wasn't.

[it doesn't make her feelings settle at all.]

[goalsides]

[it's still scary, yeah. so he just...kind of takes a breath to help her relax again.]

...what happened then?

[ambiography]

We escaped that room, but the door was blocked by what I thought was some kind of illusory creature. I had Denji test to be sure, and his weapon went right through it. Nothing happened when he passed through it, either.

The rest of us, when we tried-- we were afflicted with something, it exacerbated our emotions, and I was just... angry, at everything. I felt like I just wanted to break anything I could.

[goalsides]

I mean Denji went on a rampage earlier, are we sure it didn't affect him, too? That sounds like what happened to us, too, the higher we climbed our platforms. Ichiro was angry, Beau I think was fear, Kainé might've been sadness and I was jealous.

[ambiography]

No, it took effect very immediately, and he didn't rampage at all in

wait, he what?

[goalsides]

Uh...he threw Ichiro, threw Mabel, kicked Hope, kicked Futaba and I think tried going after a few others before Kainé knocked him out. Ichiro and Mabel are fine, Hope's injuries were aggravated again and he broke some of Futaba's ribs.

[ambiography]

That's

He didn't act like that at all while we were in there, what happened to him?

[goalsides]

We're not sure. One minute he was fine, the next he was picking up Ichiro and throwing him away like a javelin. He was totally fine when you were together?

[ambiography]

He was. That sounds unlike him, but we were... separated, at the end. I don't know what happened to him then.

[goalsides]

...what happened that made you guys get separated?

[ambiography]

I don't know. We left through a trapdoor, to try to escape, but then we all came out in different places.

[goalsides]

A lot of groups split up...it feels like ours was one of the few that stayed together. Where did the trap door lead you?

[ambiography]

To the woods, I think? A hut, there. But I don't know

I don't remember what happened there.

[goalsides]

...what's the last thing you do remember?

[ambiography]

The last thing I remember is

[....there's a long pause, here, and her hands are less steady as she types.]

I was going somewhere, but then I couldn't remember where it was. What I was doing. The world just stopped existing.

I saw people who I thought I must have known, but I couldn't remember who they were, and they all left. I have no idea why they looked at me the way they did, either, one of them looked so... betrayed, but I don't know why, and I

I couldn't remember anything. Who I was, where I came from, where I was, anything about my life. I was alone like that for what felt like a lifetime, and then I died that way, when the world ended.

[she feels so much more anxious, at that, unsettled. confusion sparks again, and she just feels-- hollow, in a strange way.

empty.]

I woke up in a grave.

I still don't remember.

[goalsides]

[....well this all sounds bad, and he's just staring at her blankly.]

...do you at least remember all of us? Everything that's happened here?

[ambiography]

I remember all of you. I know who you are, I know that I know you, but

I don't remember my end of anything. I can't recall anything about myself at all.

[goalsides]

...literally nothing? Your name, your age, anything?

[ambiography]

[she just-- shakes her head, practically emanating discomfort, uncertainty.

nothing.]

[goalsides]

...that's okay. It's gotta wear off at some point. It might take a little while, but we'll be here to help until it does. But that's so...confusing.