backdated to before the heist

[emberserker]

[Wolfsbane's been training in the back alleys of the residential district almost constantly. She strikes at a dummy with her axe over and over, splitting it with a scream, and follows up with a fireball shot at a disposal bin that lights the contents on fire. Seething, she stares at it.]

I'll show him to say that rubbish about me.

[She finally does have to stop for a moment, though, and that's how she ends up in the Neon Light Graveyard, staring up at a giant sign for something called "Old West Casino," complete with sexy cowgirl posing with blinking light-up eyes and a neon lasso that moves up and down.]

That must have been a whole theme, until they got tired of it. Always looking for something new to keep their attention, aren't they?

[Why is she here.

Speaking of casinos, though, she'll show up at the Et Voila Casino again, just to check out what the Spectres are saying about the calling card. Though she pauses in front of a slot machine with a weird name, shakes her head, and walks away, muttering to herself.]

You're famous, Mona.

Comments

[mementomoritz]

If it helps, I think other people are pretty confusing, too. So at least it's mutual! [She's just taking it in stride, really.]

[emberserker]

You would. How is it that you're so happy regardless?

[mementomoritz]

Oh, it makes things a bit disorienting, but at least it's an interesting time. The world is confusing, but it's never been boring to me!

[A pause, and then:] Well, probably. We haven't finished dealing with that amnesia yet, so I guess I can't be completely certain.

[emberserker]

...I suppose it makes you enviable, in a way. Being happy with your lot whatever it is.

[mementomoritz]

I get the feeling... there's some things I couldn't happy with, really. [She looks pensive, staring into the distance with the expression of someone considering something just out of reach.] I just don't know what they are, yet.

I think by the end of this, I will. That's just a feeling, though! Hunches aren't scientific until you turn them into testable hypotheses.

[emberserker]

Perhaps not. We do keep gaining memories, though. It's a matter of time at this point.

[mementomoritz]

It is a pretty significant trend! [She taps her chin thoughtfully.] Come to think of it, we did all seem to get new ones right around the time we passed to another floor- both times! If that trend holds, we might have another wave coming up pretty soon...

[emberserker]

Let's hope they're helpful ones, in any case. The last thing we need is more trouble.

[mementomoritz]

Good or bad, I think they'll definitely be interesting! None of us really seem to have led quiet lives.

[emberserker]

Even if some of us do seem more ordinary than others, in which case I do wonder why they ever awoke with us. One would think an Executor should be somebody experienced, somebody talented.

[mementomoritz]

Well... waking up didn't make us Executors, right? [She says it thoughtfully, clearly having given it some consideration. Which isn't terribly surprising, given that pondering "why" and "how" tends to be Medic's natural state.] Rei did.

But it did make all of us Eidolons. So we didn't get chosen... but we could choose, and none of the Specters could do that. Maybe it was just people with strong wills?

[For better or worse.]

[emberserker]

I suppose that's as good as anything. It scans with the Authorities, too, unfortunately.