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Oho!

I'd been wondering what these funny little things were all about. It turns out they're genuine magic crests! Magic's never been my specialty, so I figured they were just cereal box prizes all this time. Most attack spells don't do anything I can't do just as well with a solid piece of wood, but it looks like most of what I can do with these is more about looks than anything else. This one can make light rays and shield against magic, and these two can make weapons glow, and hm, there's a Gathering spell on this, that could be pretty useful...

More importantly, I finally remembered my full name, Joachim Valentine! It's just one word, but I feel far more myself for having remembered it. I suppose this really does mean that the Lots weren't my blood family. I had a feeling that was the case, but having it confirmed makes me even more curious.

One more thing! There's a new invention where I come from, a huge metal ship that flies through the air. It's hard to swallow, I know, but do any of you remember anything like it?

((1% on the rest of the le Havre chapter, covering both his real name and Grand Papillon. 1% on the magic, 1% on the Bacon Jet yes that is really what it is called. 11% recalled, 2% left.))

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[allonisaretrue.livejournal.com]

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*Already the whole situation seems like some sort of a bad reality television show; he just shows up there with no memories, and is somehow expected to buy the idea that memories can be just extracted from little green jewels. And he's not even given any opportunity to verify this for himself personally, since they won't allow him to work in the lab for his anemoi. So here this boy is, in his black school uniform and his long white scarf, flicking through the smartphone options.*

There has to be a library around here somewhere. If they're not going to give me the specifics on how anything works here, I'll find them myself.

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I suppose it's custom to introduce myself according to the techs, so. My name's Hiroshi. And that's all I have. I have to say this whole anemoi thing sounds terribly unscientific, but I guess I don't have much of a choice other than to roll with it. For now, anyway.

Also, is there a "Palom?" I guess I'm his roommate.

Shit, let's be Santa

[has-a-blog.livejournal.com]

The other day, Dave found an anemoi stuck in a crack in the sidewalk. Who knows how it got there, but hey free memories. That doesn't necessarily explain where this enormous pile of STUFF he suddenly has came from.

Notable things from the pile include (in case you can't tell from the picture.):

-Sword with a peanuts themed freezer (adds...uh...cold damage, I guess.)
-Plushie puppet abomination trapped in amber
-Plushie puppet abomination made of amber
-Felt Plushie without pants
-hovering PC (All files that might give insight to Dave's past or identity have been erased.)
-Extra swanky suits
-Camera that makes an unbelievably shitty webcomic about whatever you take a picture of
-lighter than air skateboard
-Pile of card-suit themed throwing stars ("Suitarangs")
-JPEG artifact sword
-Mr. T fetus in a jar.

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It's fuckin' christmas in here. Who wants some weird crap?

[1% spent on how to access Sylladex.]

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[Saleh stands at the top of the large hill not too far from the lab. It's a fine spot to be watching the city from, but the view isn't what he's interested in today. This is just a place he's taken a liking to.

Both hands raised to chest level, at first glance, his posture may seem odd when a small cube appears out of thin air. It rotates slowly before vanishing as Saleh drops his hands back to his sides. He lets out a mirthful breath.]

There are exceptions, after all.

[He brushes his fringe aside, only for the breeze to blow it right back in place. He smirks.]

The wind is especially good today.