rippled

All the time.

[she lifts a hand, flashing her red nails.]

Not like I've got too much else to do once my part of a job's done... besides, it really pisses people off.

[hard to say if this is joking or not.]

Oh, I see!

[ they are not sure what to even ask about first. ]

What sort of job?

I run a merc squad, but lately? Elite ops. Artillery and explosives.

[ this is fascinating. ]

What sort of things do you do with that? War?

A little war, a little insurrection, a little whatever I feel like? Same difference!

[ they just nod. ]

Were you in one of those jobs before you came here?

More or less. Pretty embarrassing to live that long and just get unlucky...

... well, unfortunately a lot of great people have died simply due to bad luck.

[ that's life.

they pick up blue nail polish and look at her curiously. ]

Still beats some of the alternatives.

[hmm. she considers the blue polish, picking up a red that matches her current color.]

...whatever, there's nothing else to do in this place anyway. Sit!

[pointing to a table or something

cmon we're doing your nails]

[ !!!!

sits dutifully. ]

[oh good, she likes this one already.

wiš'adel gestures for them to set their hands palm down on the table, uncapping the blue polish.]

So. What kind of work do you get up to?

[ they lay their hand out. ]

I guess for a 'job' I was helping a friend with his work... but primarily we were in a competition together against other duos. I was in the middle of that when I died.

Ended up on a losing team, huh. Sucks for you.

[starting on the first layer... she's not bad at it. the dexterity it takes to build explosives comes in handy.]

A competition for what?

Mm...

[ they watch her work. ]

It was for an all-powerful wish.

[a wish, huh... she doesn't look up from their nails, but her tail flicks.]

So what were you wishing for?

... I don't even know. I don't remember it.

[ they just smile. ]

But I was assigned a partner, so I was just going to try to support his wish and see if my memory came back.

Great, another amnesiac.

[ughhhh. she rolls her eyes, going right back to painting.]

And if it didn't? Were you just gonna wish for your memory back? [a hum, before she flashes them a toothy little grin.] Imagine that. Needing to use the wish to remember what you were wishing for in the first place... at that point, you're just fucked.

No, nothing like that. It's not like I lost my full memory. I know who I am and what has happened to me.

[ they frown. ]

I would just have to find a new wish, that's all.

So if you still know all of that... who are you, then.

Yes, it's why I wouldn't really say it's amnesia, just... an erasure of a specific thing.

[ an important thing! but still. ]

I'll take it over dealing with another person who doesn't know shit. Hold your hands still, that has to dry.

[in the meantime, she opens the red polish to start touching up her own nails.]

[ they will do as instructed. ]

Someone you know has amnesia, then?

They do. Makes it not even worth killing them... if they can't remember anything they did, what's the point?

Ah, so it's someone who did you wrong?

... that's troublesome.

You have no idea!

[her own don't require much work, just a little fixing here and there; she's done quickly enough.]

They'll remember eventually, though. And when they do, I'll be there.

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