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[crasherpacifist]

[So, after the... relatively interesting, if calm, Prom night, as well as the total crash of it for Harpuia, X has decided to just take a break today, and hang around the city.

He's set himself up next to the fountain with a small box, along with a few smaller boxes scattered around it, strangely enough. What could the boxes be for?

All he's doing at

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[ventus_aerius]

[Harpuia received the flashmail from X and - after beating his way back to the Chaos Gate - made his way quickly back to the fountain]

...

[he looks at the boxes near X, then at the books, before he directed a confused look at X himself]

[crasherpacifist]

Sorry to leave you behind, Harpuia.

[X smiles that gentle smile, before putting his book down, digging out one of the bigger boxes, and handing it to the other former Reploid.]

Here. This one is yours.

[ventus_aerius]

[he takes the box and... kinda stares all o-o like at X]

...??

[seriously, what is this he doesn't even-]

[crasherpacifist]

It's a gift, Harpuia.

[Said gently, of course. He's guessing from the look Harpuia's unused to it, so...]

What spam?

[powerthatisme]

[Sometime after Harpuia leaves (or before he arrives, SOMETHING TO AVOID PLAYERCESTING) Shadow walks towards the fountain]

...

So what exactly are you doing?

Spam what.

[crasherpacifist]

[Ah! X puts the book away, pulling out a smaller box and offering it to Shadow.]

I thought everyone could use a bit more cheering up. Here. This is for you.

[powerthatisme]

...

[stares at the gift and-] What brought this about?

[crasherpacifist]

You seemed sad the other night.

[....that's all?]

[combat_nerd]

[If X looks up from his books and boxes, he might notice a very confused man wandering around. Fefnir's feeling a little puritanical in all these clothes, and he's very unhappy with the gun he's been given; he'd be convinced that he's in Reploid Hell if not for the beautiful weather. However, he's not so confused that he doesn't recognize his master, even when he's not in his trademark armor. Guess he's not in hell after all! He runs over, flashing an accomplished smile.]

Master X! Hey! Me and Levi did what you told us to.

[crasherpacifist]

[X was a bit too busy with his book to notice, but he looks up at the "Master," blinking in a bit of confusion. He puts the book aside, taking a good look at Fefnir.

....nothing. Nothing in his memory matches to this Reploid. But he called him "Master X," and he mentioned Leviathan. So...]

I'm sorry. I don't recognize you. Are you one of the four Guardians with Harpuia and Leviathan?

[combat_nerd]

[Fefnir blinks slowly, just as confused by this as X is; he's always been under the impression he's unforgettable. His feelings aren't hurt yet though.]

Of course I am! Don't tell me you forgot good old Fefnir!

[crasherpacifist]

Ah...

[X gives gentle, but sad, smile.]

I'm sorry, Fefnir. It seems that this place has, in addition to taking my armor and turning me human, messed with my memory as well.

I wasn't able to remember Harpuia or Leviathan either.

I'm sorry.

[sirenspear]

[Leviathan started back to the fountain as soon as she'd gotten the mail-- it isn't too long of a trip, considering she'd been busying herself with selling off some of the 'useless' items she'd gained over her stay.]

You called, Master X?

[crasherpacifist]

[And there's the last one he messaged. X smiles, putting the book aside and handing her a... relatively big box.]

Yes, I did. This is yours.

[sirenspear]

This is-- ...?

[cradles the box in her arms for the moment ... she's too busy gaping up at mommy X as it is. @_@]

[crasherpacifist]

A present for you.

/DOGPILES HER CHARACTERS ONTO X IDONTEVEN

[proclaimedrival]

[there's a young man dressed similarly to you standing off to the side watching for a moment...]

[with a smile he walks up to the blue Cleric and laughs lightly]

Looks like you've been working hard. It's good to see someone trying to add a bit of cheer to this place.

/IS FINE WITH THIS

[crasherpacifist]

Everyone seemed sad or depressed the other night, I wanted to do something to fix it.

[He offers the other Cleric a box.]

that's because you're not the one who has to be an account ninja

[proclaimedrival]

[blink, then smiles]

Thank you!

Well... A number of people that were here previously have disappeared. I pray for their safe return home, but that's all I can do.

[looks a the amount of boxes next to the blue cleric] But the amount here... How long did you spend in the fields for this?

I have to on something else so.

[crasherpacifist]

[The smile is cheerfully returned.]

So do I.

Ah... well, Harpuia and Leviathan and I spent a good deal of time out there, but despite my protests, they both continue to give me nearly everything they get.

I finally decided that if they insist on doing that, I'll make sure to equip them, stock us, and try to do something productive with the rest.