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[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[His memories have been taken from him, but apparently he'd had the forethought to take notes. They are written all over him.

The most important and hardest to miss of these messages is the one that takes up almost half his face, all but obliterates the corner of his mouth. It's a very clear missive, he can see that: the angry red scald of a handprint. A hand, burned into his face. He doesn't know what it means, but it's undeniably hostile. No, it isn't nice at all. There are others, too. Noteworthy among these is a seemingly more recent one on his shoulder: a straight, clear, assertive strike, but there are many more. A host of scars, from the small to the great. He doesn't know any details of his life, but he knows enough to know that that isn't ordinary.

It's the one on his face that bothers him most. That's why one of his first orders of business, once he receives his stipend, is to head out into the town and purchase some concealing makeup. Not for vanity's sake so much as the way he feels when he sees that mark. Mystified and wary. He might not know what it means, but he knows he doesn't like it. Who would?]

1: [Action]
[Mr. Petrov, in some ways distinguished by the obvious reddish scar covering half of his face (although his long hair obscures some of it, making it much less obviously resemble a handprint) is out shopping, mainly for cosmetics. He has no memory of how, precisely, to select or use them, but they seem like the best and easiest way of concealing a scar, so he's determined to find the best product for the best value. He is on a budget. One can find him puzzling his way through cosmetics counters and beauty stores, for the most part avoiding the questions of salespeople, though now and then he turns to one to ask a pointed question of his own.

When he breaks for lunch, eating his sandwich in the park, he's weary, but he's had some success, as indicated by the small paper shopping bags at his side. For a moment, loneliness overtakes him, and he wonders if there's anyone at home he cares for. He would like to have someone to talk to. Instead, he feeds a few breadcrumbs to some birds that have gathered and remarks to them idly:] Best to be patient. I'll know sooner or later.

2: [Video]
[Later, having dealt with his problem to the best of his ability, Mr. Petrov, his complexion with an artificial yet unscarred appearance, addresses the network for the first time.]

Good evening. I'd like to introduce myself to you, my fellow sufferers, if you'll forgive me for using the term. My name is Petrov. Other than that, I have absolutely no idea who I am, but for now, I believe I can safely say that it's a pleasure to meet you. If nothing else, I'm glad to know I'm not alone in this curious affliction.

[He gives a small smile.]

I hope you'll be kind enough to introduce yourselves in return. I'd very much like to learn more about you and your experiences since arriving. Thank you.

Comments

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself.

*Pffft no he can't*

Here's hoping. You seem like a pretty smart guy, though, so I bet whatever you were doing was pretty high level.

Hmm, what I remembered... I remembered my wedding day! That's a start, right?

*After the initial ebullience of getting his powers back, he's finding himself oddly reluctant to discuss them now for some reason...*

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[In spite of Kotetsu's confidence, Yuri feels somewhat concerned for his sake.] I'm sure you can. [Maybe he's lying, but it's to be polite.] But if there are others along, they might not be as able, especially without their memories.

Thank you for the compliment. [He smiles again.] I'm not sure about that, but if I'm fortunate, it will be something I enjoy. Something that's of some benefit to others.

That is a very good start, I'd say. [His somewhat pessimistic leaning causes him to wonder when they'll see their families again, but he only looks thoughtful.] A happy memory.