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[faithful_kitsune]

*Despite being a fox, she remembers where the combat training center is, and decides to take advantage of this. A new memory has come back, and she needs to make sure that she remembers it properly, lest the memory be worthless.

The room is large, which is perfect; she needs a lot of space. She pulls out the deck of cards she'd found in her room a while back and, pulling a single card out of the deck, closes her eyes -- and then holds it in front of her.*

Shikigami "Banquet of 12 General Gods."

*She sends out her shikigamis, and an absolutely jaw-droppingly gorgeous yet intimidating spell is cast out from them, as they begin to simultaneously fire hundreds of magic bullets at once. It is intricate, and one would hate to be in the midst of the maelstrom, although the way the bullets barely damage the surrounding building indicate a deliberate lack of lethality.

At length, the spell finishes. Ran puts the deck away -- and then looks down at the six paper dolls which had simply fluttered to the ground rather than join the formation.*

Why... why is it so much weaker than it should be? What is this power I am missing?

((OOC: 1% on Ran's spellcards. But without Yukari's power boosting, they're about half as strong as they ought to be.))

Video

[her_saga]

[She doesn't really know that she turned on the feed for the video at the moment. The woman is just sitting there on her seat, looking into a hand mirror with a puzzled look. It might appear that she's talking to you, but... no, she's certainly talking to herself.]

Okay, let's analyze this face staring back from the looking glass! What three words can you use to describe it? Well, gee, I suppose I'd have to pick intelligent, sophisticated, and dare I say it? Charming. Here we have a picture-perfect visage of elegance that just exudes likeability. No matter how much I look at it, I can't help but feel I'd like to know more about it.

... SO, QUIZ TIME!

QUESTION ONE, WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?

Why, simple, it's Excel. ... But you only KNOW that it's Excel because you were TOLD it was Excel! How do you know that's a fact when you don't know yourself? It could be Excellen. Excelina. Excelandra Excelakova! Or Slammin Flowerchild! Anything, everything, and absolutely nothing are valid as long as you, yourself, have no friggin' clue!

And how the frick is collecting a bunch of jewels supposed to help jack with getting your memories back? I smell a scam here or my name isn't Excelorge Excelashington! ... AND AS FAR AS I KNOW, IT COULD BE!

The brain collects and stores memories in itself! Simple, then it's all still in my head, not some stupid jewels! If I just... think a little...

[Excel hits her head repeatedly, thinking that would help her reclaim some of her lost memories.]

Come on, head, remember! Remember! REMEMB-

[And... the bleeding. Followed by the screaming.]

BLOOD! BLEEDING! I'M BLEEDING! HELP ME, L... ... ah?

Aftermath: The Memories of Then and Now

[all_onis_are_true]

*By all rights, it's a time for celebration, and on some level Hiroshi knows that. At the same time, he can't quite bring himself into the mood to revel, and at some length in the midst of the little celebrations he slips out into the night to take a walk. His route is long and winding, passing by old familiar landmarks -- the Ermis Suites, the library where the first populated Oni attack had occurred, the Justice League Building. Here and there, until at last he finds himself on the tall hill where he had nearly made the biggest mistake of his life.

He looks out. Everything seems peaceful. Everything is peaceful, honestly. The monsters are no longer a threat. Nobody he knows here died and became Oni -- well, not on this timeline, he supposes. By all rights, he thinks he should feel like he's accomplished something.

But there's something empty to it. Even with the monsters sealed, something feels inconclusive. And it bothers him.

He continues watching outward. At least, if you were looking for him, you know where he is -- or perhaps you are simply a night owl yourself. He seems approachable, at least.*