acht; dictated

[whitecovered]

[Though he never really bothered to sleep in his room (he had no use for it after all), Weiss decided to visit his own room after hearing all the ruckus. And then he ran into...himself. A bit more different than he expected, but after hearing him out, he concluded it was definitely him.]...Talking to yourself is quite strange. Moreso if they do not

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Action;

[shutupweiss]

[ Guess which unimpressed lady has followed you and is now sceptically surveying the library. Spoiler: It's this one. ]

Trip down memory lane, huh?

[ One she isn't really too keen on. ]

and more action

[whitecovered]

[He's not too keen on it either. At least she's spared the drama bombs dropped in the Shadowlord's castle okay.]

Apparently.

[and now book-now-human speaks up, with the exact same voice. Kind of unnerving.]

A fragmented trip, maybe.

it's her style;

[shutupweiss]

[ She wheels around, frowns at him -- then back at book-Weiss. Well, this is... different. ]

You're full of surprises, Weiss.

[ She studies him, hands on hips. She's curious, so shoot her. ]

This you?

[whitecovered]

[He's just as curious about...himself than she is. Headspace Weiss responds.]

Yes. At least, at one point.

[shutupweiss]

[ Okay, well. Unexpected. ]

When?

[ And seriously, how the fuck do you end up a book? Or... trapped in one, she supposes. ]

[whitecovered]

[Headspace Weiss knows more than...normal Weiss, for some reason. He really is just a bunch of subconscious thoughts, buried.]

Approximately 1300 years ago.

[He pauses to flick a bit of that "snow" falling away, even though it...didn't touch him. And then addresses himself.]

But you don't remember all of it anyway.

[shutupweiss]

[ She frowns a little, curiously glancing around -- then back at Book!Weiss. ]

I had no idea. You lost your memories?

[whitecovered]

Some headstrong idiot bludgeoned them out of me upon our first encounter. It is a marvel that I even agreed to lend him my power!

[and we all know who the 'idiot' mentioned is. Headspace Weiss gives a wry smile. While the experience of being beaten wasn't pleasant, it was a meeting he never wants to forget.]

[shutupweiss]

[ Ooh, yeah. She almost smiles -- almost. ]

You're full of shit, Weiss. Had to bludgeon a little out.

[whitecovered]

Of course you would approve of such boorish acts.

[grumpy 'hrmph' sound here. Headspace Weiss simply smiles more.]

[shutupweiss]

[ She ignores that, considers headspace-Weiss again curiously. ]

If this is your head, that means the memories or still here though -- right?

[whitecovered]

Yes, somewhere.

[Headspace Weiss motions to the bookshelf where his memories are stored. Some are open for reading, some...are a bit harder to pry into.]