... (pen taps)

I've been told this is how I am to communicate with others in this group...

I still don't know where I am...or who I am for that matter. This memory loss, I understand that it isn't normal, but. I feel a certain familiarity with it...

[It had been nearly a week since Sabin had visited the Magical Academy in Gelveer. Not only had he felt like a sore thumb among all the academic types there, but he hadn't quite found what he wanted to know. The crystal he held had something to do with Ifrit, who was apparently some Great Spirit. They had nothing else to offer him save for a single ( Read more... )

Hey, guys, guess what? My memories coming back, and it's so awesome...'cause I'm pretty sure I'm royalty! Yeah, I definitely think I'm a prince. I remember this big castle with this little dragon I would tool around in with people I think must have been servants of some kind ( Read more... )

Celes: Thanks. I really appreciated your help.

Old Man: Please don't ever help again.

Assface: Take a long walk off a short pier.

[Deep inside of the Temple's basement, Jecht was snickering as he watched the ball smack into the back of Zell's head. He glanced back at that stupid book everyone was using to see some large words show up. Jecht was halfway through writing a response when he felt a fist collide straight into the side of his face. Blood spewed from his injured nose ( Read more... )

I don't remember much, but my situation has been adequately explained to me.

I know that I am Celes Chere, and that I am a soldier. If this Order is everything that I have been told it is, then I will be glad to work with it.

I would like to undertake a mission soon, if I could. I think I dislike being idle.

Daricus Golinel writing in. I have managed to procure logbooks for myself and Anne. I am sure we will be making heavy use of them in the future.

I hope we have not missed much.

[It had been just moments ago that he had made use of the logbook he was given just the other day. Seifer found himself outside near the rocky paths of Telo'Nak where the Shade Impulse called its home. He was awaiting for that shrewd woman who called herself the Cloud of Darkness. He couldn't believe that he got himself into this mess in the first ( Read more... )

It's so hard to have a good lunch in private these days. Anyone know any private, quiet spots overlooking the river? Wait, that's a stupid question, it wouldn't be private then.

I need to go looking for some new real estate.

Our heads feel empty, why is it that We cannot remember anything except Our name?

This does not impress Us.