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[redstonegoboom]

The world was red and hot, and full of fire and smoke and screaming. A man in front of him, with white hair, red eyes, and wearing some sort of robe, asked him who he was.

'I'm...' His voice faded out for a second, which was strange. '...responsible for the genocide in this region.' And he suddenly realized, the death and destruction all around him... was because of him

[zeta_punched]

The boy opened his eyes, and immediately closed them again, brightness and color and heat bursting into his skull. Sunlight

sorry this is so late!

[redstonegoboom]

When the boy collided with him he grunted, automatically bringing up his arms to either catch him or push him away, whichever he ended up doing.

"Watch where you're going." It wasn't quite snapped, but it was definitely an order rather than a request. Then he paused, wondering... maybe this kid would be able to tell him more about what was going on. "Ah, maybe you can help me, actually... you see, I'm a little turned around." He tried to smile a touch sheepishly, as though he were embarrassed. "I'm not actually entirely sure where I am right now."

<3!

[zeta_punched]

More by instinct than intention, the boy was set on avoiding being caught; he stumbled away almost as soon as the two bodies came into contact. He didn't like contact, something told him, and he was wary of strangers. And everyone was a stranger.

This particular one looked... even stranger than most.

"I - " he began, then closed his mouth again, unsure. Maybe this man was simply lost, and saying that he had no idea where he was either, or for the matter who he was, would make him look like a freak. But then there was the off chance that he wasn't alone in this mad situation. "The truth is I'm not sure either."

<3!

[redstonegoboom]

Dead end, hmm. Kimblee caught himself before his pleasant smile turned into a frown. "Really? Well, maybe we can help each other." Even as he spoke, he realized he meant that--or more accurately, meant that he would cooperate with this guy for as long as it suited his purposes. And since this fellow seemed just as lost as he did...

He allowed himself to look thoughtful, the smile fading into not-quite-a-frown. "I don't suppose... this sounds mad." He laughed lightly, putting a touch of embarrassment into the sound. "But... did you just... wake up here?"

[zeta_punched]

Help each other. There was something... he couldn't quite place it. It was silly, he thought, to be wary of this man only because he was, well, an adult. But the wariness remained under his skin. This is ridiculous, he chided himself. I do need help. Adults are supposed to help kids like me.

He blinked at the question, staring up at the man. It seemed insane, but... "you too?" The words all but escaped him. "I thought I was mad. But - I had a weird dream, and that's all I can remember." It was even more frightening now that he out it into words like that. But he was overwhelmingly glad to discover that he was not the only one.

...and i only just realized I called him by his real name in that tag /derp

[redstonegoboom]

Well, now. Wasn't that interesting... it seemed that he wasn't the only one who had woken up here with no memories at all and a strange dream. What was that saying...? Once was anomaly, twice was coincidence, three times was conspiracy?

Personally, he didn't think he needed to confirm this by finding a third person.

He stretched his lips into a relieved smile. "Yes, that's exactly what happened to me." This was actually kind of frightening, if only in that something could do this in the first place. He didn't much like this feeling, the feeling of being utterly at the mercy of something much more powerful than he was.

Mostly because it felt so very familiar. "Well, maybe we can find someone who knows what's going on, hmmm? Oh," he hesitated, as if thinking of something--he wanted to know if this boy remembered his name, or if they were alike in that regard as well. "What did you say your name was?"

... if it helps I didn't notice? ^^

[zeta_punched]

"Do you think - could this be some kind of attack?" The boy wasn't altogether sure why that idea would occur to him as he searched for an explanation. No one around them looked attacked - everyone looked normal. But the more the truth sunk in, the more the idea that his memories were gone firmly linked in his mind to violence. To violation. The people who did such things... but who?

The other man may have been a stranger, but he was all he had. He stared up at him, bewildered and clearly hoping for some sort of guidance. When asked for his name, he drew in a breath, determined to find an answer for that at least. A name mattered.

"I - I don't know what it was, but - " but in his dream, there had been a woman's voice, whispering, joining hands, tender, caring, wonderful hands that brushed his shoulders and his face. She had whispered something to him, a fantastic secret. "Newtype. Call me Newtype."

[redstonegoboom]

"May...be..." He spoke hesitantly, as if that idea had only just occurred to him. He wasn't quite sure why he was keeping up this ruse of being a bewildered lost little lamb of a man, but it seemed important that no one know what he was really thinking. "You think someone brought us here?" He looked around him, his bodylanguage screaming 'uneasy.'

"Newtype..." Actually, he hadn't yet put any thought into what to call himself. As he pondered that, a red stone flashed in his mind's eye. The stone he'd been using in the dream... the Philosopher's Stone.

It was his stone, wasn't it? So that would make him the Philosopher. It was a good a name as any. "You can call me Philosopher." He stuck out his hand, smiling hesitantly. "It's good to meet you, Newtype."

[zeta_punched]

"Someone must have." That, he was reasonably certain of. People didn't just appear out of nowhere sans memories. That simply made no sense. "And they must've done it for a reason." But he was just a boy. What could anyone want with just a boy? But he was not just a boy. He'd been in space. He had been piloting -

Maybe I shouldn't tell him, he thought suddenly, eyes narrowing a little as he studied the man. Maybe he's an enemy agent. His memories aren't wiped at all. Maybe he's here to - but why am I thinking about war?

It was ridiculous. He took Philosopher's hand, although his voice was a little noncommittally. "It's good to meet you too, Philosopher. Did you - " he tried to think of a way to lend his suspicions any substance. "Did you also have a weird dream?"

[redstonegoboom]

He shook Newtype's hand cordially but briefly, squeezing firmly but not trying to hurt him. A good handshake, calculated to make him seem genial and harmless. For all he knew, that was even the truth.

"Yes actually. I did." He frowned slightly, honestly troubled, then let out a light, uneasy laugh. "I'm not really sure what to make of it, but I think... I think I may have been... fighting." Downplaying it slightly. No matter who he was pretending to be right now, no one needed to know exactly what his dream had been about, or just what he'd said in it.

[zeta_punched]

Fighting. The mention of the word made Newtype tense visibly, his hand twitching in Philosopher's own. So there had been a fight. So the other man was a soldier, military. He was old enough for it... but he didn't act it, he was friendly and helpful and none of the connotations that soldier brought up in his own mind. Unless it's an act. This entire thing could be an act. They've taken my memories after all...

He frowned back at Philosopher, clearly suspicious now - he had no skill to speak of in hiding his feelings. "I remember fighting, too. I was in space, and we were fighting..." He didn't remember, of course. And it occurred to him that perhaps it was better not to say. "I don't know who. I just remember hating them."