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[innes_of_frelia]

…This will not do.

I am Innes. I am… I am… Blast! Why do I not remember anything more?

This will not do. I must seek information.

…What is this detestable place? What is that eyesore of a building?

Never mind. Trapping me was an inexcusable mistake. They’ll soon learn it won’t do to underestimate me…

Comments

[elimines_light]

Ah... Are you new?

[innes_of_frelia]

I am. I presume you are a native here.

[elimines_light]

No, not a native. I was... brought here, as well. Everyone here has lost their memories...

[innes_of_frelia]

I thought as much.

Then, please direct me to the nearest village.

[sugar_n_splice]

*snickers* You want some cheese to go with that whine?

[innes_of_frelia]

I have neither wine or cheese, and would not prefer either. However, I do seem to have an immature sarcastic villager who refuses to extend a helping hand to the lost.

[sugar_n_splice]

*grins, not the least bit offended* Well, aren't we poncy today.

You're in a charming little place called Memento Eden, which is full of amnesiacs, serial killers, and a heckuva lotta snow. Don't worry, it's better than the alternative.

[innes_of_frelia]

The alternative?

[roseofcaerleon]

Ah, that "eyesore of a building" happens to be the apartments . . .

[innes_of_frelia]

I see. Are you one of those who have also lost their memories?

[roseofcaerleon]

Everyone here has. These memories return seemingly at random.

[innes_of_frelia]

At random. Does nobody question this?