MISSION ONE

[with_liiiiiight]

[Dante has gotten his job back as a bouncer, but...that's about it. No memories of Template returned, though his regular memories have. He's chilling at the bar, making his way through half a pizza and a bloody Mary]

So much for me being an unemployed bastard. I've got two sources of income, Lady. I'll pay you back for that pizza, but it might be

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[sevenxsorrows]

... Tower?

Sorry, but I don't think Vergil is here anymore.

[with_liiiiiight]

Yeah. Tower. Temen-ni-gru---bigass phallic tower that shot up in the middle of the downtown area?

Not here? But he was here?

[sevenxsorrows]

... That sounds familiar-

Mm, a few weeks, left. Never was the talkative guy.

[mach_kick]

[Zell comes bouncing up, all smiles] Oh, there you are! Another friend of mine showed up, her name's Rinoa and I bet you'll like...

[Stops dead at Dante's expression, looks at his eyes, and is very, very quiet for a few seconds.]

You don't know who I am, do you.

[with_liiiiiight]

Zell, wasn't it?

[mach_kick]

Yeah. I'm Zell.

[Okay, he can have a breakdown later. For now, he needs to figure out how to explain to Dante that he lives with Selphie and him.]

Okay. This is going to sound strange, but you've actually been in this place for a while. But it does funny things to people's memories sometimes, and it looks like you've been hit by that. You, uh. Live with a girl called Selphie and I. Well, lived. Your swords are there---both Rebellion and Agni & Rudra.

[Zell's face is pale underneath his tan, but he's determined to be professional about this for now.]

[with_liiiiiight]

I was wondering where the hell my swords went. [his eyebrows arch, because...well. Zell is small and pretty unimpressive] I've been living with you? You sure about that?

[besatisfied]

Nice to see your ego's still intact.

[with_liiiiiight]

You know me. ---At least, you say you know me. All I remember of you is getting shot in the face. Twice.

Some way to show you like someone.

[besatisfied]

I thought you were done with the Amnesia bullshit.

[with_liiiiiight]

I am, pretty much. I can tell you all about how great I am, in detail, but I can't remember anything about you. Well. Except for the part where I saved your life and you shot me in the face. Which, okay, was lame.