fifteenth pact ❖ {out of body experience}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil is studying pretty hard, or at least looking for something. He's pulling out books, thumbing through them, then setting them back on the shelves of the grand Meltokio library he's brought with him.]

Nothing's ringing any bells...

[Along the way he's ditched his scarf and girly sleeveless tunic for a black tank top. He looks strangely... normal. At one point he takes a pen out from behind his ear and scribbles something down on his palm.]

There's definitely been some kind of mis-continuity, a bit of lost time. No evidence of physical trauma, so it must be emotional... Long-term memory still leaves much to be desired. There must be a pattern I'm not seeing. If only I could find my notes. [Sigh.] Now that's a lost cause if I ever saw one.

{OOC: This is not an experiment! This is what happens when you have DID and retrograde amnesia at the same time. If any of you remember this post... well, this is a continuation of that.}

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he's just going to listen for a moment, concerned] ...Emil?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Not another one. [Emil sticks the pen back behind his ear and turns to look at the person before him. No one else responds, though, which means this guy certainly has him confused for someone else. He smiles awkwardly.]

I'm sorry. You're confusing me with what I can only assume is my cousin.

[... omg no stutter?]

I had this problem the first time I showed up here, too.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[frowns] You look an awful lot alike for being cousins. Sure you're not the same bloke?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I'm certain. I have yet to run into the girl he was traveling with a second time. I wish them both luck... I'll need some luck myself if I'm going to find my way home. [He scratches the back of his head and goes back to staring at the books.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi, on the other hand, just doesn't recognize this library, which is what draws him in. But the talking does catch him off-guard. Those are very weird things to be saying.]

Where did you last use your notes?

[It's the best conversation starter he is capable of.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[It certainly is a nice library. Nobles with too much time on their hands and visitors from Sybak University alike take comfort in this place.

He blinks and looks over his shoulder at the interruption. Well... he's met more awkward people than Satoshi. So Emil just smiles, as warm and personable as can be, and answers the question.]

I was taking notes here. Well— not in this library, but in another one on the Astral Plane. After some very interesting meetings with some people here, I misplaced them, and I haven't been able to find them since.

Have you seen a little blue notebook anywhere?

[ex_fatalist246]

[shakes head] Someone I know said she might take my notebooks from me. She may have taken your notebook by mistake.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widen.] Why would someone do that? Everyone should carry around a notebook!

[ex_fatalist246]

[a slight shrug] To prove a point, probably.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Maybe they think you need to get more involved in what's going on around you. I've had to tell my friend that before. "Put down your notes and get your hands dirty. This is science!" Oh, but not everyone thinks that way.

[ex_fatalist246]

She's not interested in science. But that's the idea.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi looks around the bookshelves as she approaches him]

This must be a nice place to study...

[Priorities!]

...Ah! Did you say lost time?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

It's wonderful, but I know there's a bigger one somewhere. If I could just remember where...

[A pause, and then he looks at Haruhi. Someone just as andro as he is! Wow! Of course he isn't thinking that, BUT WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH, LITTLE RATATOSK KNIGHT...]

Ah, yes, among other things.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

Sometimes if it's been a long week, I end up taking a nap and forgetting what day it is.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He laughs lightly.]

It's a little more serious than that, unfortunately.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

[Hm, serious :|a] I remember when we baked together.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[... blink.]

Sorry... have we met? I don't recall.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, we did. Not too long ago. You were going to bake but my friends were making everything a hassle, so I helped. Ah, do you have amnesia? Maybe you hit your head...

[bit_impossible]

Ohhhh, so is that what you were talking about before? Missing things... [arches an eyebrow as he puts on his glasses] Interesting place you've brought with you as well, I must say.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil hears a familiar voice and turns around.]

Oh! Doctor! Pleased to meet you again. [... No stutter? What?] Although, I have a bit of bad news... That notebook you gave me is gone. I can't find it anywhere. I was going to return it, and update you as promised, but it looks like that isn't going to happen. I really am sorry.

[bit_impossible]

[starts rubbing his chin] Did I give you one? I know I gave you a watch that can take notes. Are you thinking of that?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He blinks.] Oh, you gave me that watch? Thank you, if I forgot to say it. I'm tempted to take it apart and put it back together, but I'm not sure I can get away with it.

[He scritches the back of his head.] Anyway, yes, you gave me a little blue notebook. I am fairly certain of it. I kept some good notes in there, in case what I'd forgotten came back to me, little bits at a time. And it did, as far as I know, though not completely.

... Though, the fact that we met again and I don't remember it is quite distressing.

[bit_impossible]

With the right tools, you can take apart just about anything!

[listens carefully, noting how Emil doesn't seem quite so...shy or jumpy (though granted, he isn't making any quick movements like before)] Sounds like something I'd do, but I'm afraid you're thinking of another version of me. I only met you when I gave you the watch.

But just to check--because, well, I did meet so many people that day--you're name is Emil, yes?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

True, but I'm a little lacking in the right tools at the moment.

[He also seems a bit more confident-- he's standing up straighter. But that might be because he's around BOOKS. Who knows.] Oh, another version? That's... depressing, to say the least, but common fare for the Plane.

[He smiles sadly at that last part and shakes his head.] My name's not Emil. Everyone seems to confuse me with him; I had this problem the first time I arrived. I think we might be distantly related, though--

[He pulls out the watch and looks at it.]

--how did I get this, if that's the case? Maybe he gave it to me, and I forgot... that's just as likely as anything else.

[bit_impossible]

[nods] All right, Not Emil. What should I call you, then?

Ahhh, but that--[points at the watch]--is something I really did give you. This me, not the other me. Even have a matching one myself! [digs into his pockets for it and finally pulls out one that's identical in almost every way--except for the colour of the watch-band itself.] Well, close to it, anyway. That's how you can identify us. I'll have a watch and the other one won't.