I remember... flying. I thought it was a dream last night, but now I don't think it was. My Alter was a part of my body, and it allowed me to fly. I was fighting against an enemy that seemed invincible... an entire fleet of manufactured Alters, attacking the Lost Ground ( Read more... )

...not again. This happened when I first arrived here, if I recall. Kazuma and I...

Wait. Was Kazuma always female? No, that can't be right. But I can't remember it any other way. Even in my memories from home...

[Locked to friends]I've remembered something more. Our final fight against Kyouji Mujou (was she always female as well?). Kazuma and I ( Read more... )

[Locked to friends]
Last night, I dreamed of a man with silver hair and dark glasses. He spoke to me through a... screen, I think, a monitor. Mocking. Taunting. And he showed me my father...

My father is dead. He... he killed himself rather than be a hostage to... that man. Rather than to be a burden to me. Why? I could have saved him... I know I ( Read more... )

*wakes up slowly, drawing in a shuddering breath, then coughing*

Alive...? But I remember... that fight, I...

*shaking, teeth chattering a bit* It's cold... everything hurts...

*opens his eyes, searching, disoriented* K-Kazu...?

I was training today to get ready for this tournament, trying to remember what my style of fighting is. I believe that I have been trained in some martial arts, as those movements seem to come easiest for me. I do not think that I ever used a weapon, other than my Alter... nothing seemed to be missing, in any case.

Private to friendsMy Alter... I' ( Read more... )

*is sitting on a park bench along his night patrol route, looking pale and a bit shaken, arms wrapped around himself ( Read more... )

[Private, hackable with difficulty, SUPER-LOCKED against Kazuma]
I always said I wanted to remember more about him. About our relationship back home.

I didn't know it would be like this. What does it mean? I... I don't know how to feel. I know these memories have to be real, but they conflict so much with how I feel now ( Read more... )

These... decorations refuse to come out of my hair. And I have no idea how my hair grew to be three feet long overnight either. I suppose it's part of whatever celebration this place is putting on ( Read more... )