fracturarpg | [mingle] the space (january).

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( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

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[Now the conversation is sounding a little more promising.]

I'm willing to explore if you are. [Uncrossing his arms and shifting his weight a little, his hair sways behind him.] Have you tried to reply to the message we received prior?

With the emojis?

[ she taps her chin. ]

They were super fwiendly, weren't they?

[Sure, the emojis.]

That's not the word I would use to describe them.

Vewy energetic!

[ please stop using uwu speech ]

But it's hard to get a proper sense through just text.

[Please...stop.]

You don't need to talk like that. [She really doesn't!!] As for the message, I think it's patronizing. Holding back on information when they know we have plenty of questions to ask.

There are some things on it I'd like to definitely ask about.

[ like the murder? there were a lot of things concerning about

the murder. ]

I wonder if they're hiding...

We might be able to earn answers face-to-face.

[Or just a chance to ask them.]

I’d like to know how to rebuild ourselves, and exactly what’s gone missing.

Missing, missing...

[ she pats her chest. ]

I have someone who's missing.

Someone? Who?

[Is missing a person the same as missing a piece of themselves?]

There's supposed to be someone right here [ she points at her chest ] but they don't seem to be around?

They're kind of naughty, so I'm hoping I can get them back soon.

[Trying to figure out whether she's speaking metaphorically or literally seems to be getting him nowhere, and so-]

There's supposed to be someone in your chest? What do you mean?

There was this big bad alien called Berg Katze! So to stop them from murdering everyone, I just stuck them inside me.

[ this is why she keeps patting her chest ]

But when I showed up here, they were gone.

[a big bad alien that wants to murder everyone.....imagine...

This is somewhat more of an explanation, but still baffling all the same.]

...How can you imprison someone in your body?

[ hm... how to explain what is definitely a complicated situation that needs a lot of context. ]

I just stuck their soul into my body.

[ nailed it ]

[hajime that’s so confusing but also that’s kind of disturbing]

You can take someone’s soul? That’s...

[Wait.]

Then you should have more insight regarding how or why ours are apparently broken.

Haha, not at all! I don't really think about how it all works.

[ as if hajime has ever considered if maybe shoving another soul into your body might have consequences or not ]

Maybe J.J. would know, but I don't think he's here to ask?

[Especially if that soul has now gone missing and was problematic to start— should they be worried... does he want to concern himself with this...]

It’s your own ability. You don’t understand it?

[She just said she didn’t.]

Who’s J.J.?

I just decided that I was going to do it, so I did.

[ she basically had no idea if it was going to work or not but she shouted yolo anyway ]

J.J. is the one who gave me my powers. He's reeeeally tall! Even taller than you!! And a god or something, I guess!

[He's getting the feeling he's not going to get anywhere following that line of conversation.]

Is that something that happens where you're from? Gods granting people powers?

Not always? I'm a Gatchaman!

[ she throws up a peace sign ]

[And Sephiroth is as unmoving as before.]

That doesn’t mean anything to me.

It's like...

[ she starts digging into her pockets

and pauses ]

Ah? It's gone.

What else have you lost?

[First the "soul" in her chest, and now something else...?]

My NOTE is gone.

[ she proceeds to not explain what that is. ]

I guess the marble was telling the truth.

[Why does she keep skipping over steps in her explanations? Sephiroth is usually smart enough to form context from any clues given, but he has nothing to work with here.]

This "NOTE" is something important to you?

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