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[He's been silent for a while. Ever since arriving, Yarne's been dealing with trying not to get himself killed...or so it seemed, maybe, to everyone else. In actuality, he's been spending the last week getting less and less social, to the point where he's going on long walks without telling his allies and avoiding looking at his communicator altogether. He's even taken to sleeping outside of his assigned room.

Today is different, though. After fighting some demons during the thirteenth hour, he turns it on. At the moment, he's leaning against a wall not far from his apartment, looking a bit feverish. He's holding his head in one hand and glaring down at his watch in the other. There are two things very wrong with Yarne's appearance...to those who know him. For one, he's wearing a pair of jeans and a thick black coat. Two, there's a bit of blood on the axe leaning next to him...and some on his face. He hasn't washed up.]

This week has been nothing more than a pain in the ass.

[His hand leaves hand so he can reach down to his side and pull up his evoker. He looks at it for a moment before tossing it to the side. It hits the ground with a loud clang.]

...That's an evoker. It ain't doing shit to bring out my Persona. [He growls.] There's something wrong. What the hell is it? It's a gun, but...despite everything I've done, I shouldn't know what it is. [His message may be cryptic, but the memories to him are so clear. He's been shot before, fixing something...taking care of something. But he also knows, extremely vaguely, that despite being able to hold one and use one without flinching...that he's never seen one before.]

...Tch. [He brings his hand back to his head, starting to shake a little. The way he scowls, it's very clear that this Taguel is in great pain.] What's it all mean? Probably nothing more than a waste of everyone's time, but...something's different.

[He scowls again, but it's followed by another wince. His head hurts so much...he has to take a knee at this point. When he speaks again, there's a renewed firmness to his voice. He tries to set the message to private, but...he doesn't know how.]

Minako. Are you...busy right now?

[...He's not sure why he's asking, and it looks like he's about to say something else...but there's a loud screech and a fireball thrown at him. He dodges without flinching.]

Tch. Figures. [He grabs his axe and reaches to turn off his feed, but not before he says one more thing.] Time to say adiós, assholes.

[ooc; So, kind a big note here. My grandmother passed away, so this is the ONLY event post I'll be doing for Yarne, that's why there's a lot of personality forced into this. If his castmates want to find him and try to figure out what the hell is wrong with him or anyone else is concerned, we can start an action thread somewhere! Just let me know. I will be slow (the funeral is this weekend), but I wanted to get this up. I will backtag this, I swear.]

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... I don't know. [ For a long time, she was so sure that she had gone to high school, shopped at malls, went on dates. Then she came to this realization that she didn't know what a mall or a high school is, and she certainly had no time for dates. Then there's the other memories of her fighting a war with a sword the same night she studied for a big exam.

But she can't have been at those places at the same time. ]

I remember talking to you - and the others - in a forest. [ Another stab of pain. ] Ugh - I don't know. I think... mother's in her apartment, trying to figure things out, but... [ She shakes her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. ] I can't remember.

S- sorry.

But are there other people here too? Who were also in that army?

[Yes, there were. Tharja, Owain, Robin...]

Of course. That...you aren't one of them. Looks like you have the same issue I've got.

[Yarne's own memories are a lot more...violent. Fires, a person close to him dying, being shot and...dying? He's pretty sure he's died before, and that shakes the Taguel to the core. He now knows how it feels to actually die, so it's a good thing his anti-extinction attitude is mostly held back for now. Otherwise, this would be a lot harder.]

...In a forest? We have other memories than that, Lucina. [Like... ...Like what exactly? He knows he'd do almost anything for her, but his memories of growing up in an orphanage are much more prevalent.] ...Tch. This is all pointless. What are we supposed to do?

Then... you too?

[She's almost relieved, honestly.]

I keep... remembering things. Strange things. And I can't-!

[She breaks off, raising a hand to her forehead, as her headache suddenly intensifies.]

Ow...

Try not to think about it! That's when it hurts the most, right?

[How is he supposed to carry on a conversation without thinking, though? This is the worst.]

...So we are in the same boat, then. Uh...who are you?

Right...

My name is... Akane. Akane Awakusu...

[It's a little scary that she actually had to think for a minute to remember her own name.]

Akane. ...That's not a name I remember, alright? I'm...

[Likewise, he has to struggle to remember his own. He holds his head again. It's the name his mother gave him, how could he forget it?]

Yarne. ...Right? [He has to make sure.] Do you have any idea what's going on?

[...yeah, that sort of sounds familiar, but.]

What for? You seem to be doing well enough. [surprisingly. Do you even have your beaststone with you?]

For fighting. What else? [Wait. Right. Tharja wouldn't have one...or would she?] Have you figured out how to summon yours yet?

No.

[...] Did somebody else manage to hit you with a hex?

Someone else? No.

[Wait. He sighs, then dryly:] Have you been trying to hex me?

Feh. As if I have the time for you.

[no, honestly. New crazy environment and all that junk? At the very least, she'd be hexing Owain and/or Inigo first.]

Try to keep it that way. We have other things to worry about without you inconveniencing everyone for your own amusement.

[Oh, snap. That's the closest he'll get to saying "leave Noire alone," and he's not worried about paying for it later.]

Believe whatever you wish, but don't presume to tell me what to do.

[The poor guy...]

I'm real, and so are the memories you have. They just actually belong to someone else.

[ She almost asks - they do? But then there's those memories again, ones that seem to be from a time that's definitely not this one. Which makes her wonder which ones are the memories she's supposed to have, and which ones she's not.

Gritting her teeth again. ] This would be simpler if I could- just figure out which ones are my memories.

[ There's a pause, and then in a smaller voice. ] Do you know anything about a... cell phone?

Yeah. If only it were that easy. [He rubs the back of his neck, feeling more awkward than before. They have shared memories, so it's pretty clear to him that the ones with Lucina are the real ones...the problem is convincing himself of it, especially when his other memories are much stronger.]

I have. [He pauses. Here comes the headache again, and there's some worry in his tone:] ...Am I not supposed to?

[Even if, deep down, he knows that's the truth...it's still like a punch to the gut. Minako is one of the things he cares most about. Those memories are good memories. They're helping to keep him from panicking, but...urgh. The headache is back.]

Are you getting these headaches, too? Or are your memories fine?

[He shouldn't be surprised that the taguel (he's not one—not even half) knows his name. It makes sense, doesn't it? Shinjiro knows his, he thinks. It rests somewhere in the back of his mind. Yarne, like the thread. Easily unraveled, but stronger than he acts like when he can keep himself together.

He grimaces (carrots), and nods.] Yeah. [Then he moves so he stands with a wall against his back. He fingers the polished stone resting in his hand—a habit he's picked up even if the rock hasn't done a damn thing except be a useless rock. Useless is the word of the day.]

You've got a few things of mine. [He nods to the axe he's leaning on. The Evoker's somewhere. He has to forcibly control his voice's volume. It's not so even anymore.] And I've got a few things of yours. Memories, mostly. I've got yours and you've got mine—that's how it works. You're not me, just acting like it.

[And doing a pretty damn good job of it.]

[For once, Yarne doesn't feel like backing down. His fingers tighten around his axe for a second, but the grip relaxes. He can play it cooler than this. He's used to being on the streets, surviving a fight or two...he doesn't want it to come to blows, but there's something about being told his memories are fake that really grinds his gears.

Sure, he remembers dying. He remembers the fire, strangers and close friends alike being killed, and a lot of it is his own fault. There's something he clings to, though. A peaceful world...well, a mostly peaceful world. Someone to love. A chance to go to school, even if it's a waste of time. Those are all very nice things, and trying to remember otherwise only gets him another headache.]

...What the hell have you done with your life? [His voice is more Yarne-like at first, completely exasperated. These memories are all awful...no doubt all of his own early ones are, too, but seriously.] Don't answer. I already know parts of it. How did you figure it all out?

No... I think...

[She pauses, thinking over the things she's been hearing from other people lately.]

Somehow our memories are all mixed up. I just.... I can't tell which ones are the right memories.

[This is frustrating...]

You are, [ She distinctively remembers having one, using it to text (she's not sure what that means, but she's not dwelling on that), make calls, and... ] but I think - there's this demon summoning app on mine, and it's supposed to help me fight. Only... I seem to have misplaced it.

[ This however doesn't explain why she has a sword at her side. Anyway. ] Does that sound familiar at all?

[In contrast, Shinjiro almost visibly shrinks back. He wouldn't go so far as to call the memories fake—they're real and they happened, but they aren't Yarne's any more Yarne's memories are his. He can't claim them for his own. Even the good ones, the ones that aren't full of fire and a world he's pretty sure was dying.

"Not much," would have been his initial reply to the first query, if he had been inclined to answer and be honest about it. He knows what his life amounts to, and it's not very much. His life is certainly not something Shinjiro wants someone else to see, or anything he particularly wants to share. And it seems Yarne remembers a few things that Shinjiro isn't proud of. But it is what it is. He can't go back in time and fix all his stupid, careless mistakes.

His level expression feels paper-thin and likely to tear. He doesn't feel all that strong at all—it's hard to act like it. It used to be easier than this. But this is the coward in him talking. He doesn't even want to talk out here.

He doesn't usually feel this small. He blinks away the ache in his head.]

Like I said, you have some things of mine. [People just don't carry around Evokers here; you can't buy them. And his Evoker is subtly different from the ones the police have and the ones used in tournaments. Theirs were protoypes. Hinoto-ri's are more defined. Even before that, things weren't hard to put together. Yarne acted like him, and he had asked for Minako. It was too much of a coincidence for Shinjiro to write off.] ...You also look a lot like your mother.

[(He doesn't.)]

Edited 2013-05-30 04:22 (UTC)

[well... about that...]

I do have someone else's memories. But I'm doing all right. I knew him before this, so it's not too... jarring.

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