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nullorvoid) wrote2015-05-30 04:18 pm
nullorvoid) wrote2015-05-30 04:18 pm
00X. Action/Fourth Wall
[So this place just went insane over the last couple of days.
While it'd normally be enough to send Ginti back to the network, wanting to know exactly what's going on and perhaps more importantly why we all have weirdass powers bestowed on us by the powers that be this weekend, the fact that he's also feeling kind of different lately is more than enough to make him pause before he does it; beyond that, it's a matter of verifying that his eyes are back to the way they should be and time doesn't feel like it's passing for him physically anymore because it quite simply isn't (and that's one of the weirdest things he's experienced here, it's just not something he's wanted to put into words for anyone) and, well.
He's always carrying some sort of water supply on him, even here, because old habits die hard; it's been a while since he's gotten to use it; it isn't long before he's found a route and Prima's sent out and he's trading blows with her at very high speed – not physically, but rather through his own particular brand of slightly less-broken waterbending bullshit. It's fairly obvious that they're not aiming to do any actual damage – Prima is a little slip of a Horsea still but she'd probably manage to ruin a human's day if she really felt the need to do it, and Ginti can very definitely ruin people's days if he really feels the need to do it, but as it is this is looking to be one of the few things Ginti has enjoyed doing since he got here.
Because god, humanization sucks.
So if you want to talk to him...well, he's probably going to be soaked as fuck by the time he's done messing with his Pokémon over there but at the very least he won't mind the sudden approach half as much as he usually does, and sometimes that's about as much as anyone can ask for.]
While it'd normally be enough to send Ginti back to the network, wanting to know exactly what's going on and perhaps more importantly why we all have weirdass powers bestowed on us by the powers that be this weekend, the fact that he's also feeling kind of different lately is more than enough to make him pause before he does it; beyond that, it's a matter of verifying that his eyes are back to the way they should be and time doesn't feel like it's passing for him physically anymore because it quite simply isn't (and that's one of the weirdest things he's experienced here, it's just not something he's wanted to put into words for anyone) and, well.
He's always carrying some sort of water supply on him, even here, because old habits die hard; it's been a while since he's gotten to use it; it isn't long before he's found a route and Prima's sent out and he's trading blows with her at very high speed – not physically, but rather through his own particular brand of slightly less-broken waterbending bullshit. It's fairly obvious that they're not aiming to do any actual damage – Prima is a little slip of a Horsea still but she'd probably manage to ruin a human's day if she really felt the need to do it, and Ginti can very definitely ruin people's days if he really feels the need to do it, but as it is this is looking to be one of the few things Ginti has enjoyed doing since he got here.
Because god, humanization sucks.
So if you want to talk to him...well, he's probably going to be soaked as fuck by the time he's done messing with his Pokémon over there but at the very least he won't mind the sudden approach half as much as he usually does, and sometimes that's about as much as anyone can ask for.]
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It looks as though it's shaping up to be an exciting day all around, then, because by now she's been to Goldenrod City and made a few concerted efforts at the games, which resulted in some glorious winnings in the form of a Weavile doll — and she's always sort of fundamentally understood the concept of winning a prize, but while she's been somewhat familiar with the idea of handing them out and with being given a gift, the experience of receiving something in reward for an effort is still sort of new and delightful, and she's clutching the doll to her chest with no small measure of pride as a result.
Games are fun, when there's no real penalty for losing and something wonderful in store for winning.
She doesn't outright seek to get his attention, not while he's busy with his waterbending...everything, but she is hovering a little off to the side with the aura of an eager student waiting to be called on; her smile is unusually natural in comparison to some of the other ones she's been flashing around today, but that's only to be expected from the fact that here, at last, things feel natural and at home and happy.
And that is why there's a girl with brilliant red hair standing a little off to the side, dressed in a somewhat severe-looking ensemble of sweater and knee-length skirt with a Skitty on one shoulder and a big Weavile doll in her arms, just waiting for senpai to notice her, apparently.
Because of course he will.
Why wouldn't he?]
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Again, Pokémon are pretty good at ruining a human's day if they want to; she can look after herself.
Though he does have to wonder what got her attention all of a sudden, and that's about when "senpai" notices the girl and the doll and the...blob that's passing for a cat, and he kind of tips his head a bit at her like he's trying to figure out what the hell she's waiting for, because she does appear to be waiting for something.]
...Hey.
[It's sort of an awkward greeting, but at least it is one.]
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Hey!
[She gets the inflection right this time, for once; the familiarity she wants is in the word, and she frees one hand from her doll to wave slightly at him.]
I'm glad I found you. I got lost for a while.
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[He looks her over again, quickly; that's...new.]
...I think you're looking for someone else.
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[Okay, that's...strange, but it's that sort of weirdness that she can't quite pin down just yet, that sort of uncertainty where you know something's wrong but you don't know what it is or why, and you figure that maybe if you just keep smiling it'll pass and be fine.]
Why would I be looking for anyone but you?
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[The response is prompt and more than a bit agitated, the sort of thing fired back because he's got no idea what's going on but it might be nice if it...stopped going on.]
What, do I look like a guy you know? Because if that's the case, you're wrong about it for a lot of reasons.
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[It's a statement that comes out in an odd sort of monotone — not flat, exactly, but mechanical, automatic, like reciting a formula and arriving at a conclusion, and it's not the conclusion she wants to reach but it's one she can't exactly deny, either.
But it's also an incomplete answer, and she's hugging her Weavile a little tighter as she answers, but to her credit she's holding her ground and reminding herself to stay patient, because it could be as terrifying as she cares to make it but it doesn't have to be.
This isn't the first time she's seen him do this; it's just the first he's ever done it to her.]
Your name is Ginti, and you work in a bar called Viginti on the twentieth floor. Yours is better than Decim's because he is only on floor fifteen. Your cat is named Memine and you sometimes make kokeshi dolls of people who have meaning to you because you'll forget them someday.
My name is Arche. I think...maybe you have forgotten me.
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Okay, he's...not totally sure what to do with this because he isn't sure why this person would have that much information - the only one who should come close to knowing any of that would be Mayu, because Mayu's the only assistant he's had, she's the only human he's kept for that long. Isn't she?
...Shit, would he have any way to know if she wasn't?]
Arche. Right.
[He's never doubted any of his judgments before Mayu that he knows of, but there's literally no way to be entirely sure and he knows it; it's entirely possible that this is one he kept for a while and then sent to the Void and if that's the case then this might get really bad really fast.
He isn't sure why she'd be glad to see him if he had done that, but humans are stupid and weird and they tend to cling to familiar things even if they know there's no point. Maybe that's what this is, but maybe the apprenticeship hadn't been all that bad, maybe he'd Voided her because she had nothing else to get out of life, maybe she'd fucking volunteered, he doesn't know...]
Look, it's been a while. You know how the tower works.
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[All those questions, all those repeated queries and processes that kept ending up in error, error, error; it's frightening to have everything slip away and be left with nothing but the essentials needed to properly do one's job.
It will be okay. This has happened before. She can help him remember, like they all once helped her.]
...Maybe you should be the one to ask me questions. I think that would be preferable to me just telling you things I know.
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[Okay. Okay, just...he's got this. Right. It's fine. And he's heard about that too, that sometimes the humans they keep don't remember things for a while, he thinks that was the case with Decim's girl, she didn't know she was human for a long time. Right?
Hell if he can remember what that girl looked like, but he's pretty sure those were the circumstances.]
Let's start with why this matters to you, because I can think of a lot of reasons why it shouldn't. I'm not too quiet about what I think about people, and being on excellent terms with humans isn't something I do. Why would you be seeking me out?
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[She hugs the Weavile a little tighter.]
I am not human. I have never been human. I am an artificial intelligence that was once tasked with a particular duty, much as you are an arbiter tasked with a particular duty. There is a long story behind how we met, but the circumstances were mostly my fault. You discovered me when I had no memories of my own. They had been forcibly removed, and I was frightened. In helping me to recover them, you also helped to shape my personality as it is now.
You became very attached to me. That is why I have a body now. And...why my expectation was that you would recognize me.
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Is it bad that now I'm just wondering how many bizarre adventures I've actually gone on by now? Because if that's true, this is the second, and apparently I'm just destined to not remember a damn thing about either of them.
[...Okay, let's...try to sort through all that.]
Let's start with the part where you're not creeping me out. I've seen a lot of weird stuff, I don't get creeped out very easily. I also don't think you're making this up, because "You liked me a lot when I was a robot" isn't something people make up unless they have major problems and you're talking too clearly for someone with major problems.
So I guess the question is...I don't know. What do you want, maybe. If this could go anywhere you wanted, where would this be going right now, I guess.
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...I was going to tell you that I won a prize.
[She holds out the stuffed Weavile, for emphasis.]
I intended to give it to you. Because it is a black cat doll with red...hair.
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You know about the dolls. You mentioned them, why I make the stupid things.
You know if I've ever made one of you or not?
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[And said it was accurate.]
There was one each for all of our friends. And one of Nona. You made me a set, because I do not think it sat well with you that I had forgotten things, too.
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[like did he just...blunder into getting a hot AI girlfriend or something because]
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[...]
But...yes, that is in essence what you did.
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[...]
...Look, I still don't...really get what the hell's going on, but you want to stay around? So you're not just wandering around with no idea what's going on. I've been here for a while.
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[Wait, hang on. She tips her head to one side, unsure — a quirk she may just have picked up from him, all things considered.]
You have been here a while? How long?
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[That question seems to catch him a bit off-guard, anyway.]
...Almost a month, a bit less maybe. Why?
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I am not as adept at navigating those concepts as I was when I was performing my former duties, but I feel as though that is probably relevant to the loss of your memories...somehow. Your relative passage of time compared to that of the world you left.
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You can stay around, though, if you feel like it. I'm dealing with a hyperactive screaming dragon girl here and I somehow haven't put her on a boat yet, so after all that there's no way you're bothering me.
Besides, I kind of want to know about the stuff you've been talking about. I don't usually meet people again, so I want to hear about stuff.
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[But then she kind of stops, and a pleasant little laugh bubbles up from somewhere in her throat, like something about that amused her despite being by all appearances completely serious across the board.]
You really are a magnet for dragons! You fought one once, and won.
[...]
It was a big dragon.
[IT WAS THE SIZE OF A DOG BUT WHO'S COUNTING]
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You and our other friends would sometimes go to faraway places to find things I had lost. When I said my memory had been taken from me, that is what I meant. It was a physical loss, so you and the others would sometimes go to where the tangible holder for my memory was and retrieve it. Among other things.
One journey of that nature took you to a sort of medieval kingdom. That is where the dragon was terrorizing the town.
You fought it with your water skills, like you were doing before! And you vanquished it. It was very brave and heroic.
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