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[sarkazm]

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

[rippled]

[ they just nod. ]

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

[sarkazm]

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

[rippled]

... 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. ]

[sarkazm]

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]

[rippled]

[ !!!!




sits dutifully. ]

[sarkazm]

[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?

[rippled]

[ 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.

[sarkazm]

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?

[rippled]

Mm...

[ they watch her work. ]

It was for an all-powerful wish.

[sarkazm]

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

So what were you wishing for?

[rippled]

... 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.

[sarkazm]

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.

[rippled]

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.

[sarkazm]

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

[rippled]

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

[ an important thing! but still. ]

[sarkazm]

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.]

[rippled]

[ they will do as instructed. ]

Someone you know has amnesia, then?

[sarkazm]

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

[rippled]

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

... that's troublesome.

[sarkazm]

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.

[rippled]

We should finish things off here quickly then, so you don't miss that.

[ imagine missing important plot progression because you're in murder ]