1st Memory [Accidental Video]

[twice_promised]

[There was an image on the video feed but at the moment it was hard to see what was on it. Where ever it was the reception was kinda bad, or the device was maybe damaged. Every once in awhile a line of static would appear on the screen and sometimes glitch up, but then it'll go back to normal seconds later

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[verlorenscasket]

[He knew that voice, that messy mop of brown hair, that familiar silhouette. No static could hide that, not after he spent practically every day with the kid. First, there was only shock.]

Teito?

[twice_promised]

[Flinched a little. He definitely knew that voice, but where did it come from?]

--Frau?!

[Turning around now and kinda expected you to be there. Although.. kind of thought he would've seen you sooner if that was the case. Except sure enough, there wasn't anyone behind him.]

[verlorenscasket]

[...He didn't know the PCD was there.]
Look down, ya brat.
[The tone of his voice was nothing but entirely delighted though. He definitely felt a wave of different emotions washing over him right now and he really just wanted to tell you to hit the damn coordinates button so just pick up the PCD Teito.]

[twice_promised]

[Down?]

[Ends up doing so and what do you know, found the PCD and was now picking it up.]

... What's going on exactly. Where are you? [Seriously. Answers, start giving them.]

[verlorenscasket]

[Goooood boy.]

I'll tell you in a sec. Just push the yellow button on the side of the thing you're holding. It's called a Personal Communications Device, PCD for short. It'll tell me where you are.

[twice_promised]

[... PCD? What does all this meeeeaaan]

... This one? [Yellow button, it has been pressed.]

[Video->offline] I always forget the damn headers

[verlorenscasket]

[You'll find out soon enough. For now Frau is high tailing it to the coordinates that appeared on his screen. He stops dead when he sees you, almost unsure that you're actually there.]

Teito. You're really here.

[And then he scoops you up in his arms and just holds you there.]

Thought I might have been hallucinating.

Too awesome for headers anyway

[twice_promised]

[This... this wasn't very like you. Not really complaining or anything.]

... Frau.. [Doesn't want to stop you. It was obvious enough that you had been in pain somehow, last thing to do was to make it worse.]

[Give him a moment, and maybe he will latch on to your shirt a little] What happened to you..?

Aww yeah

[verlorenscasket]

[Well normally he hadn't spent three months away from you after being constantly exposed to you.]

[His breath caught at little bit when Teito clung to him. His grip tightened and he had to give himself a moment to compose himself. Honestly, he never thought he was going to see you ever again. Or hear your voice. Or be around to poke fun at you or be there when you had those serious moments of determination or...]

I missed you.

|3

[twice_promised]

... I wasn't gone for that long, was I? [After all he only just blacked out again. If anything if it really was that long the collar would've probably killed him by now]

[verlorenscasket]

To me, you've been gone for almost four months now. This place is a sort of alternate reality.
[He carefully sets Teito down.]
It messes with the boundaries of time and space between worlds. It doesn't make much sense.

[twice_promised]

H-how does it even--[Actually, maybe that wasn't something that shouldn't be asked. Probably would explode his brain in complication]

... How do we get back then?

[verlorenscasket]

[It probably would. He was pretty confident that not a lot of people actually fully understood how this world worked.]

We don't. The Animus send us back home whenever they feel like it. Time doesn't pass for us back home while we're gone though. When you do get sent back, it'll be exactly when you left and you wont remember anything about this world.

[twice_promised]

... 'Animus'?

[verlorenscasket]

They're the creatures that pulled us all to this place. And they generally don't really have our best interests at heart. About twice a month they do something that messes with this place whether it's the environment or us. Usually for what seems like their own entertainment.

[twice_promised]

[He didn't like where this was going. As if there wasn't enough problems as it is.]

... Is.. is there anyone else stuck here too?