[Li-Na thinks for a minute, sipping her latte as she mulls over their predicament. She somehow has a memory related to Myca and Myca has one related to her. And somehow Retrospec had done this intentionally, though why exactly is not clear.
Finally she settles on one course of action, though whether or not it is the correct course, they have no way of knowing yet.]
Maybe if we tell each other the memory we have, they will switch back to the right person. Sort of a... verbal processing.
[Li-Na blinks in confusion for a moment, then realizes what Myca is asking.]
Oh! I am sorry! My name is Li-Na.
[On the one hand, it is kind of nice she does not have to wear a name tag. Because it is a little weird to hear people pronounce her name not quite right. But then there are situations like these.]
As for the memory... It starts off in a study. They are sitting at a desk, trying to write a letter. It must be an important letter, because they are quite frustrated. They have been trying to write this letter for hours, but it just is not right. They become so annoyed they throw down the quill and leave the room.
[they're going to listen as Li-Na describes the memory, frowning to themself.]
I see. [pause, as they consider it. a quill: if it wasn't for that detail, it almost sounds like something they would do now.] A quill...that definitely isn't a memory from modern times. [probably.]
I think you are right. The room was lit by candles and--
[Li-Na grasps for a word she doesn't know in English]
--fo pun--fire pan? Anyway, not electricity. And the study has bookshelves filled with heavy, old fashioned books and scrolls.
There is more of the house in the memory, but it is rather vague. I can say it is a rather large house. They walk through several halls and down several flights of stairs before they find the room they're looking for.
[no windows? that's unusual. like they would have expected no glass, but no windows at all...] I see. [they're going to take another sip of their coffee as they ponder this.] What was in the room?
Less a what and more a whom. There were two people playing draughts. Men, one young and extremely handsome, the other middle age and...
[she pauses]
... I do not really recall much about the second man's appearance. He was... rather plain I suppose. Anyway, the young man was losing terribly at the game.
...companions, I guess. Friends? [but even as they say the words, they don't feel right in their mouth. And they tap their fingers on the table, trying to work out how they'll describe to Li-Na her memory.] Was that all to the memory?
[Myca keeps a straight face but they're turning pink around the edges, too.] Oh. [going to cover their embarrassment with more coffee, but that's starting to sound right.]
If that's all for that memory...[which it seems to be, coming together inside their head] Give me a moment to gather my thoughts and I'll describe yours.
Yes, pretty much. Someone knocks on the door, but the memory ends there, so I don't know who interrupted.
[Sure, she could try to relate the entire conversation, but she can feel the memory slipping away from her. That last bit about someone knocking on the door starts going the moment she says it.]
As for yours...[they're going to tap their fingers against the table as they think.] It takes place in an apartment: the girl from your memory, plus a young man, is trying to help a woman named Miranda, who is...using supernatural powers? in a dangerous way. Dangerous to her health.
[they're going to pause for a moment, to consider how they're going to describe this. She's surrounded by spectral clocks, so her power seems to have to do with time - temporarily reversing it and whatever happened while doing so, based on how she protests when the two initially try to talk her out of doing what she's doing.
[they're going to have to think a bit more on how to describe the rest of it.]
[Li-Na is quite surprised, to say the least. She's not really talked with many people about the content of their memories, but she knows Noah has his arm and Emil's contain an environment where he encountered dead people. But this is the first time something supernatural has come up.
Other than the mention of people getting shrunk? Li-Na is still not sure how to digest that.]
So, she can reverse time... but it strains her health to use the power?
The girl told her to 'stop using your power. If you keep this up, you'll strain your body's limits.' So it's either the use of it strains her health or it's overuse.
The boy mentioned, shortly before the memory ended, "'I'll bear my own injuries. As long as I live, I'll recover'." Perhaps she was trying to protect them?
Oh... That makes sense. If Miranda reversed time after the other two were injured, the injuries would be undone. But when she lets time go back to normal, the injuries would return.
What an amazing power. But a double edged sword at the same time.
Indeed. And the memory was inconclusive as to whether she did stop. It ended right as one of the two- the girl?- was telling her to please stop. [they can feel the traces of her memory fading away, slowly, to be replaced by their own.]
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Finally she settles on one course of action, though whether or not it is the correct course, they have no way of knowing yet.]
Maybe if we tell each other the memory we have, they will switch back to the right person. Sort of a... verbal processing.
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[they're going to take another sip of their coffee.]
Perhaps you first, miss...?
[they trail off meaningfully and one slim eyebrow raises meaningfully. they don't know her name: Expressive doesn't really do nametags.]
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Oh! I am sorry! My name is Li-Na.
[On the one hand, it is kind of nice she does not have to wear a name tag. Because it is a little weird to hear people pronounce her name not quite right. But then there are situations like these.]
As for the memory... It starts off in a study. They are sitting at a desk, trying to write a letter. It must be an important letter, because they are quite frustrated. They have been trying to write this letter for hours, but it just is not right. They become so annoyed they throw down the quill and leave the room.
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I see. [pause, as they consider it. a quill: if it wasn't for that detail, it almost sounds like something they would do now.] A quill...that definitely isn't a memory from modern times. [probably.]
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[Li-Na grasps for a word she doesn't know in English]
--fo pun--fire pan? Anyway, not electricity. And the study has bookshelves filled with heavy, old fashioned books and scrolls.
There is more of the house in the memory, but it is rather vague. I can say it is a rather large house. They walk through several halls and down several flights of stairs before they find the room they're looking for.
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...wait.] Did you get the sense whether this was above ground or underground?
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Ah... now that you mention it... there did not seem to be any windows, neither in the study nor in the room they finally entered.
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[she pauses]
... I do not really recall much about the second man's appearance. He was... rather plain I suppose. Anyway, the young man was losing terribly at the game.
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There is a little more. The person in the memory, they tease the handsome one, but when they sit next to him, they hold his hand under the table.
[Li-Na blushes slightly]
I think the two of them were lovers.
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If that's all for that memory...[which it seems to be, coming together inside their head] Give me a moment to gather my thoughts and I'll describe yours.
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Yes, pretty much. Someone knocks on the door, but the memory ends there, so I don't know who interrupted.
[Sure, she could try to relate the entire conversation, but she can feel the memory slipping away from her. That last bit about someone knocking on the door starts going the moment she says it.]
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[they're going to pause for a moment, to consider how they're going to describe this. She's surrounded by spectral clocks, so her power seems to have to do with time - temporarily reversing it and whatever happened while doing so, based on how she protests when the two initially try to talk her out of doing what she's doing.
[they're going to have to think a bit more on how to describe the rest of it.]
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[Li-Na is quite surprised, to say the least. She's not really talked with many people about the content of their memories, but she knows Noah has his arm and Emil's contain an environment where he encountered dead people. But this is the first time something supernatural has come up.
Other than the mention of people getting shrunk? Li-Na is still not sure how to digest that.]
So, she can reverse time... but it strains her health to use the power?
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The girl told her to 'stop using your power. If you keep this up, you'll strain your body's limits.' So it's either the use of it strains her health or it's overuse.
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Maybe time doesn't like to be held back. At some point, she might have to let time flow naturally again. But why would she keep holding it back?
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What an amazing power. But a double edged sword at the same time.
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[At least, that is the sense that Li-Na is getting.]
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[she purses her lips in thought]
There is something about that boy though...
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[because who could recognize shitmode!Noah when compared to early-canon!Allen?]
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