198.02.20 ... he doesn't like change
[Voice || Screened to both Quatres, both Duos, and OU!Relena || Security Level 3: Difficult to Hack]
I believe I went back to my world when I 'disappeared'.
I had heard of this happening to people here before. I was under the impression that most do not return to their own worlds, but the indicators seem right.
I don't remember anything between the night I was last here and finding myself in the commons five days ago.
Is it normal, for this? To not remember?
[the sound of feet moving, pacing perhaps -- the rhythm is off, starting and then stopping, with some hesitation]
I think I was gone far longer than a week. The evidence is compelling.
[he reels off the list in a matter of fact tone that does not hide his uneasiness]
I am taller. A good bit thinner. The clothing I had here no longer fits correctly. There are scars which were not present before. A weakness in my right elbow that should not be there. Most likely a recently-healed fracture.
I am not moving quite right; if I think too hard, my muscles do not respond properly. My fighting stance is off balance. It is possible that I have been training in a different style than my clan's.
[more than slightly strained, betraying the stress he feels at the lack of conscious control of his own body]
The weapons I came back with ... these are not the guns I am used to carrying, and I have also never had this many knives before, or of such types. Most of the blades seem intended for throwing. I've never used such knives, but there are calluses in places on my fingers that seem to indicate that I have been recently -- if I think about throwing, I can't hit a target, but if I don't actively try, my aim is quite ... accurate.
The clothes I was wearing on my return -- I am sure I did not own them before. My identification cards are different. I have never held such a high security clearance in the Preventers.
I don't remember saying the words I spoke in the beginning of my last post, or whom I was speaking to.
Someone's dead ... but I don't know who.
[his voice trails off, and his breath hitches in his lungs in a quiet grunt of effort, and then there is the sound of air being split followed by several distant thunks; it appears that he is practicing his new skill with knives]
It may be a while before I am up to proper fighting level again, Miss Darlian. I will try to regain what seem to have been lost and adapt to what has changed.
If any one of you is willing to train with me, a live opponent would be beneficial.
[ /Level 3]
[Voice || Screened to AU!Quatre || Security Level 6: UNHACKABLE]
Winner. I know you will not like this idea.
[he takes a breath, as though reconsidering the request, and then barrels ahead anyway]
Do you think there is a way that you might be able to access my memories of when I was gone?
[ /Level 6]
[Voice || Screened to AU!Tomo || Security Level 6: UNHACKABLE]
Di Xiu, would you be interested in having that tea tomorrow?
[ /Level 6]
I believe I went back to my world when I 'disappeared'.
I had heard of this happening to people here before. I was under the impression that most do not return to their own worlds, but the indicators seem right.
I don't remember anything between the night I was last here and finding myself in the commons five days ago.
Is it normal, for this? To not remember?
[the sound of feet moving, pacing perhaps -- the rhythm is off, starting and then stopping, with some hesitation]
I think I was gone far longer than a week. The evidence is compelling.
[he reels off the list in a matter of fact tone that does not hide his uneasiness]
I am taller. A good bit thinner. The clothing I had here no longer fits correctly. There are scars which were not present before. A weakness in my right elbow that should not be there. Most likely a recently-healed fracture.
I am not moving quite right; if I think too hard, my muscles do not respond properly. My fighting stance is off balance. It is possible that I have been training in a different style than my clan's.
[more than slightly strained, betraying the stress he feels at the lack of conscious control of his own body]
The weapons I came back with ... these are not the guns I am used to carrying, and I have also never had this many knives before, or of such types. Most of the blades seem intended for throwing. I've never used such knives, but there are calluses in places on my fingers that seem to indicate that I have been recently -- if I think about throwing, I can't hit a target, but if I don't actively try, my aim is quite ... accurate.
The clothes I was wearing on my return -- I am sure I did not own them before. My identification cards are different. I have never held such a high security clearance in the Preventers.
I don't remember saying the words I spoke in the beginning of my last post, or whom I was speaking to.
Someone's dead ... but I don't know who.
[his voice trails off, and his breath hitches in his lungs in a quiet grunt of effort, and then there is the sound of air being split followed by several distant thunks; it appears that he is practicing his new skill with knives]
It may be a while before I am up to proper fighting level again, Miss Darlian. I will try to regain what seem to have been lost and adapt to what has changed.
If any one of you is willing to train with me, a live opponent would be beneficial.
[ /Level 3]
[Voice || Screened to AU!Quatre || Security Level 6: UNHACKABLE]
Winner. I know you will not like this idea.
[he takes a breath, as though reconsidering the request, and then barrels ahead anyway]
Do you think there is a way that you might be able to access my memories of when I was gone?
[ /Level 6]
[Voice || Screened to AU!Tomo || Security Level 6: UNHACKABLE]
Di Xiu, would you be interested in having that tea tomorrow?
[ /Level 6]