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[chaos_squirrel]

This is Emil. The...other Emil? I'm still not entirely sure what's happening to me, but apparently I haven't been myself for the past month. I'll try and start from the beginning, based on what I've read in my journal

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[notaluchador]

Jeez... I thought you might've remembered something, but it doesn't sound like it at all.

I think it'd probably be a good idea if I avoided you for a while, actually...

[chaos_squirrel]

Yeah, maybe. I'm sorry for what happened earlier.

[notaluchador]

Don't worry about it! If anyone should apologize, it's me. I mean... my scarab was going crazy for no reason.

[chaos_squirrel]

But I was trying to hurt you, too. Or worse. I don't remember what I was thinking back then.

[notaluchador]

Oy, Emil. It was only self-defense on your part. I wouldn't blame you, considering my scarab was insulting you and everything.

[chaos_squirrel]

It would still be my fault if I ever hurt you.

[notaluchador]

Whatever happened is in the past. Judging from my powers, too... if you ever did try and hurt me, I could probably defend myself pretty well from it.

[chaos_squirrel]

Oh, right. That...um, that thing from before. Do you have any idea what that thing was?

[notaluchador]

That? Oh yeah. It's some alien technology I managed to bring here with me... and I think that's only because it's wielded into my spine.

[chaos_squirrel]

...How does that happen?

[notaluchador]

I have absolutely no idea. We're all amnesiacs here, remember?

[chaos_squirrel]

Oh. Right.

[notaluchador]

Speaking of things we don't remember... I never gave you my name. I'm Jaime.

[chaos_squirrel]

I didn't give you mine either, did I? Oh, wait, I wrote it down. But my name is Emil...Emil Castagnier. It's nice to meet you for real this time, I think.

[notaluchador]

It is! I just hope the next time we meet, it won't involve crazy alien tech and nature spirits duking it out like they were on the Jerry Springer show or something.

[chaos_squirrel]

Wait, what?