Text; @Goldilocks

[likemybooks]

[There's no time for Taryon to lie on the floor and wonder what his connection to everyone on the base prior to his death and resurrection was. There's a lot he doesn't know, but what he's always excelled at was understanding strange contraptions. The past few days, Taryon has been looking over every object stored in his room (and thank the gods that he takes good notes on what he builds, or else he would have no clue what he enchanted into the roombas), to a degree of success.

Because there sure are a lot of figurines, posters of gatcha characters, and LILITH-provided goodies that he can't piece together without a story attached to them.]

I need some help figuring out what these are.

[He attaches a photo of an arrangement of various weapons, sentimental objects, and future tech on his bedroom floor. On the corner is a roomba that had been wandering about and ended up withing the camera's view.

Would anyone be available to help me sort all this?

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text; @curse

[gimu]

[ oh, he recognizes those. what he doesn’t recognize is that taryon isn’t exactly himself, per se; the end of october was a very hectic time, one that choso spent more inward than without. welp. ]

hello, egg man.
those are your roombas, of course.

[likemybooks]

What?

[Does his head look like an egg? He holds his hands to his face to check its shape, confirming that there are angles at his jaw and on his chin. But do they look smoother in the artificial light of the hallways?]

Okay, they're roombas, but what did I do with them, specifically?

[gimu]

[ y’know that’s a great question. what DID taryon do with them? why doesn’t he know? did he hit his head? ]

you said they amplify your magic, or you load them with spells.
i would see them on the battlefield now and again.

[likemybooks]

[Oh. So this curse guy has fought with him before. Good thing he has so many people to tell him the answers.]

That makes sense. Infusing spells into something that moves around the field makes it easier to manage a large group.

Thanks for your help.

[gimu]

are you okay?
you seem different.

[likemybooks]

Now? Yes.

But

I'm told I died in our previous mission.

[gimu]

[ unbeknownst to taryon, choso Goes Through It for approximately seven full seconds before he can get a good grip on his spinning thoughts and wrangle them back into place. ]

oh
that’s why
i’m
glad you’re back
and ok

[likemybooks]

Yes.

[If he doesn't know that, does he know about the memory problems?

Gods. He sounds so happy that Taryon is here. Not that there's no reason to be happy about Taryon's existence, but he knew him well enough to say all this.]

I'm trying.

There's a a bit of a problem.

[Cue two entire minutes of the typing bubble as Taryon figures how how to best rip this bandaid off.]

I don't remember who you are.

[gimu]

[ is this what it meant to die in this place? to lose what was and could have been?

it’s puzzling to him, why those words sting so sharply and bury so deeply. ]

choso
i am choso
and you are taryon, the roomba man

[likemybooks]

Choso.

My friend from before, right?

I thought I was an egg man.
What's the story behind that?

Not that I'm not a roomba man, that makes sense, but I really don't want too many mysteries at the moment.

[Sorry they have to have the egg conversation twice...]