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[mywife]

Who: ZRAEL and u
Where: zrael dorm
When: Day 115, nightish to Day 116, whenever, whatever is most easy for us all in weird timelock zones.

[We won a game, huzzah! Night 115 is when Pharaoh is coming back to the unit with a pink sensitiv sweater wrapped around his waist because his clothes went missing.

But day 116, he's got clothes again, hooray. HOW ARE YOU ALL?]

Comments

[resonantblue]

Clarify.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Artificially induced split personality.

[resonantblue]

Surely you did not do that to yourself.

[carnivorouscarnival]

If I were the mad scientist type, I'd be on your unit. I'm just the experiment.

[resonantblue]

[pondering this]

How much do you remember? Anything you are willing to share with someone who still does not understand the circumstances of her own existence?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ makes a considering "hmmm" sound ]

I can tell you everything I know. But it isn't much, all told, and I don't know how good a reference it'd be for a natural case.

[resonantblue]

It is more than what I have, so I will accept it.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Our minds were each shoved into this body. Me, who embodies "strength"—and my sister, who embodies "weakness." Too much of one thing never ends well, right? So together we struck a perfect balance.

She was the detective, and I was a hitman.

[resonantblue]

[well then]

...so it was like that. To strike balance.

[carnivorouscarnival]

That's right. Does that sound familiar...?

[resonantblue]

Song and I are so different that we practically balance each other... if that was the intent for our own situation, it would make sense.

[carnivorouscarnival]

So all that leaves is the question of whose intent it is.

[resonantblue]

...!

I will have to continue taking memories to find this out.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ waves a hand ]

Good luck.

[resonantblue]

...thank you, Man Eater.

[this was a good visit]