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[discutio]

[He awoke in darkness in the coffee shop, of all places.]

[Abruptly aware of a dozen and more sounds and scents, someone was calmly pensive as if sudden self-awareness of one's postmortem existence was an everyday occurrence. It certainly seemed nothing that panicking would help with, and nothing that wouldn't await examination until after he'd finished his coffee.]

[Which he did, of course. Later on he would be found exploring the city in very cautious and deliberate steps, hand occasionally on a wall for guidance. He found he didn't have much difficulty maneuvering despite the chaotic layout--a strange problem not to have, and perhaps one warranting consideration as to what kind of person he was. An interesting quandary to examine, and more so if he wasn't the only such person.]

[...One thing he did already know for certain, however.]

[His name, if indeed that was what he was called, was almost comically ironic.]

Comments

[discutio]

Is that right? An intriguing occurrence, to have happened twice in a single day.

[He knew his 'name' of sorts, inasmuch as it was all that came to mind when he searched for any sort of information about who he was. Better than nothing, since that was clearly what she was asking for.]

Phoenix, I think.

[mementomoritz]

Our current record is fifteen at once, but I've only been keeping track for less than a week, so it's hard to establish a baseline. Rei says it was just her for a really long time, though, and she's definitely been awake the longest of us.

[She makes a particular note of his "name", adding it to her already-growing page on their newest awakening.]

That's a pretty title! Do you think it has something to do with the burn scars on your face?

[TACT, MEDIC. TACT IS A THING.]

[discutio]

...The what, sorry?

[why are yOU LIKE THIS]

[mementomoritz]

[I'm sorry she's Like This.]

[Not even remotely deterred, she continues talking, gesturing happily with her hands as she speaks- not that he can tell.] You're wearing a kind of visor thing, so it's hard to tell the full extent, but you've got some pretty severe scarring around at least your right eye extending from the zygomatic arch up to the orbital ridge. Definitely looks like third degree burns, minimum, but it doesn't seem fresh.

[The entire answer is delivered with casual cheer, brisk and professional as though none of this is remotely odd. At least that might explain why she's called Medic, since it's a little incongruous for a teenager.]

[discutio]

...Hm.

[Exactly as calm as he'd been the entire time, he took off those sunglasses with one hand and pressed the other's fingertips lightly to his right eye and the surrounding area. He found it wasn't remotely startling--it seemed right at any rate, though he didn't know why.]

That does explain a thing or two.

[mementomoritz]

[She hmms lightly in agreement, sitting on a nearby table and looking for all the world like she's just having a friendly chat with a new buddy. Then again, as far as she's concerned, she is.]

It looks pretty extensive. Full blindness or partial?

[Well, at least he already knows she doesn't have tact now, so it won't be a surprise...]

[discutio]

Full, it would seem.

[The question didn't seem to bother him, sliding the visor back into place and picking up his coffee again.]

[mementomoritz]

Ooh, I wonder if you'd be able to understand Braille? Do you remember if you did before? Seal doesn't talk, but they use sign language and we all understand them, even the ones who can't remember knowing sign language.

[Seal and Phoenix may have some communication challenges in their future...]

I could try to heal it for you, but it doesn't seem to do anything for issues you had before you died. You can come to me whenever you get injured here, though! ["When" isn't the most reassuring way to phrase it, Medic...]