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cancry2020-08-12 10:46 am
doofyissues) wrote in cancry2020-08-12 10:46 am
Night Patrol
Iris wakes up on the train.
Being dead and having total amnesia is a lot of nothing to process, so she stays on the train for a while. The prospect of getting off at the first stop and just exploring at random is daunting, so she stays on the train as it makes a full revolution around Limbo. When it's clear that the train isn't stopping anywhere else, she gathers her courage, and steps out into the station.
Rather than seeking out any specific services or businesses, Iris's first instinct is to just wander the streets. She doesn't know why that feels right, nor does she know what she's looking for, but quietly going down random streets and alleyways feels more comfortable than barging in somewhere to ask big existential questions to complete strangers. There's just too much she doesn't know - why is she here? Are these other people also dead? Is there something she's supposed to be doing?
None of the answers are revealing themselves from just walking around the city at random, but there's something just a little bit comforting about it. Moving feels better than staying still, and if she needs to be doing something else, hopefully it will make itself apparent soon. Until then, Iris wanders, sometimes stopping to look at the few people who immediately stand out from the crowds - Executors, she would eventually learn - but never approaching them directly. She'll work up to that.
Eventually.
Being dead and having total amnesia is a lot of nothing to process, so she stays on the train for a while. The prospect of getting off at the first stop and just exploring at random is daunting, so she stays on the train as it makes a full revolution around Limbo. When it's clear that the train isn't stopping anywhere else, she gathers her courage, and steps out into the station.
Rather than seeking out any specific services or businesses, Iris's first instinct is to just wander the streets. She doesn't know why that feels right, nor does she know what she's looking for, but quietly going down random streets and alleyways feels more comfortable than barging in somewhere to ask big existential questions to complete strangers. There's just too much she doesn't know - why is she here? Are these other people also dead? Is there something she's supposed to be doing?
None of the answers are revealing themselves from just walking around the city at random, but there's something just a little bit comforting about it. Moving feels better than staying still, and if she needs to be doing something else, hopefully it will make itself apparent soon. Until then, Iris wanders, sometimes stopping to look at the few people who immediately stand out from the crowds - Executors, she would eventually learn - but never approaching them directly. She'll work up to that.
Eventually.
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Yes, it is quite sweet, aren't they? No, it is not a problem in the least. The sweetness is...
...ah! Hello.
[SHE'S SPOTTED IRIS! RUN!]
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[Iris would love to run, but she reacts to social anxiety like a deer reacts to headlights.]
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No, it's all right. I don't believe I've seen you before, have I? It's wonderful to meet you. You may call me Royal Veil.
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[It doesn't feel right, but it's the closest thing she has to a name.]
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...Thanks... I don't know where it came from, though... I don't remember my real name...
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[Gentle shoulder pat time.]
Perhaps you'll remember it with time. I had no memories at first, but I've since remembered that I once worked in a restaurant.
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...Is getting your memories back... a reward we get for fighting?