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anemoi2011-09-25 10:51 pm
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First memory, first love.
*Kotetsu's a pretty fun-loving guy, and the theme park had been a blast. But all good things have to come to an end eventually, and without the park to distract him, all he's got right now is an empty past and a bitter awareness of the huge gaps in his personal knowledge that his arrival to this place had brought. Not that he'd ever admit it to anybody, but the loss of memories had hit him hard. There was a lot he had done in his life, he's certain of it, and the size of the hole is palpable.
He sighs, flopping onto the couch, holding his hat on his head. A little something would be nice. Just a morsel.
And it's about this point that he notices the ring sitting on the coffee table.
He frowns, reaching towards it. He knows this ring, he realizes in a flash. A brief memory runs through his head of a marriage ceremony, and a beautiful woman with long dark hair standing next to him, cutting cake. The name comes to him unbidden: Tomoe.
He has a wife. She's waiting for him.
He smiles, slipping the ring onto his finger. Only with it back on does he register how much it had been missing, the familiar cool metal against his skin. Well then. He's got more reason than ever to get his memories back, and to find a way home. She's waiting for him, after all.*
All right... Wait for me, Tomoe. I'll get back to you soon enough.
*Re-energized, he gets up. Time for a walk around the compound, he thinks. Which is... probably where you're going to run into him, humming a little tune to himself.*
He sighs, flopping onto the couch, holding his hat on his head. A little something would be nice. Just a morsel.
And it's about this point that he notices the ring sitting on the coffee table.
He frowns, reaching towards it. He knows this ring, he realizes in a flash. A brief memory runs through his head of a marriage ceremony, and a beautiful woman with long dark hair standing next to him, cutting cake. The name comes to him unbidden: Tomoe.
He has a wife. She's waiting for him.
He smiles, slipping the ring onto his finger. Only with it back on does he register how much it had been missing, the familiar cool metal against his skin. Well then. He's got more reason than ever to get his memories back, and to find a way home. She's waiting for him, after all.*
All right... Wait for me, Tomoe. I'll get back to you soon enough.
*Re-energized, he gets up. Time for a walk around the compound, he thinks. Which is... probably where you're going to run into him, humming a little tune to himself.*

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Huh...? Guess you're the guy that they're rooming me with.
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That's me, yup. Name's Kotetsu. You?
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That's all I remember.
[He goes back into the bathroom and return a few minutes later after putting on a pair of pants]
Kotetsu... I'll remember that name.
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[He plops down on a chair, sprawled out. A man who either has never learn class or didn't give a rat's ass about it]
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Apparently I'm married. Go fig, huh? Man, now I've really got a reason to try to get my memory back and find a way home. She must be going nuts with me missing like this.
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Say, aren't you that high-strung fellow from the other night?
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Not even a bit?
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[Even if it hadn't been, he'd have been up there just as fast. The concept of falling by accident is barely even in his personal dictionary. Must be what happens when a guy grows up being a bat half the time.]
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*The easiest thing to do, when something is really hard to think about, is to just... stop thinking about it.*
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[Yeah, she was listening. Right outside your door. No, privacy is a foreign concept.]
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GEEZ! Listening in on a guy like that. Don't you know how to knock?!
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*Okay. Calm, cool, and composed. Right. He didn't just spaz like an idiot. Really.*
Uh, what was the question again?
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1/2
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Someone's in a carefree mood.
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Well, just got a bit of a memory back. It's hard not to be in kind of a good mood, you know what I mean?
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How exciting that must've been for you. Enlighten me, what was it that you recalled?
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Ah, well, it turns out I'm married. Funny thing to forget, huh? Ah well, it gives me something nice to work with while I'm here.
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*Most people probably don't even remember how old they are. What a funny thing.*
Now, doesn't it feel nice? To remember something that gives you a broader sense of self. Marriage is one form of commitment and show of character, after all.
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