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[heroetic]

[As soon as consciousness washes over him, Ramza scrambles out of the bed and reaches for a sword he won't soon find. Where-? How-? The questions shoot through him like bullets, but sadly the same cannot be said for their answers

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[sisterofheresy]

[Similar to Ramza, Alma has also just woken up in Mayfield, and she is now exploring her new "home" with wary interest. Her fascination also lies with the portraits strewn about the house -- how could Ramza be posing with her infant self when he was only a year her elder? It made little sense.

She takes one such photo from the wall and reads the writing on the back, her brows furrowed in confusion.]

"Alma's first day of school"... "Ramza and Alma, age 10"... What in heavens? When did he cut his hair...?

[heroetic]

[Ramza, meanwhile, is busy tearing his room apart.] Alma? Alma!? Blast it all, where is she...

[sisterofheresy]

[All that commotion gets her attention, fortunately!] That voice -- ah! Could it be...?

[When it registers in her head that Ramza is here, Alma breaks into a run and tears down the hallway, following the sound of his voice toward his bedroom.]

Ramza? Brother, is it truly you?

[heroetic]

Alma-!

[He doesn't say anything else. Doesn't wonder whether this is real; whether they are alive or dead. It doesn't matter where they are, or what's happening.

Ramza runs forward, and hugs his sister tightly. After all this time, he's finally found her.]

[theguided]

[hi hubby, your not-wife is going to come rushing in looking annoyed, a knife still in one hand- she was chopping carrots for dinner.]

Drone! Must you make so much noise-

[oh. not a drone.]

...?

[heroetic]

[Ramza spots the knife first and immediately raises his hands in attack position! He may not have any weapons but HEY IF THE MONKS CAN DO IT SO CAN HE

but he drops them as he sees the confusion in her eyes.] P... Pardon my intrusion, milady, but I think you have me confused for another. I'm sure this sounds a lie, but I've no inkling of how I came to be in your home, nor why. Mayhap you know?

[theguided]

[She lowers the knife once Ramza lowers his fists, not looking abashed or embarrassed- just curious. THANK GOD there's actual awareness in your eyes instead of that former, very creepy blankness.]

....No, not a lie at all. The same was true for me, at first- still is true, in some ways. But I can answer at least a few questions. Yet first, what is your name? I am Jeanne.

[heroetic]

I suppose it may be folly to give one's name away so freely, but I've no cause to hide who I am. My name is Ramza, formerly of House Beoulve. If you've knowledge of how I came to be here, I would be grateful if you would share it.