Order's off there, not that it matters. Became a nobody following an old friend. Marly and I go way back, believe it or not. But... they can have their perks.
[She wasn't going to explain the niceties of dating to Vanitas, in part because she was so bad at it that she'd make an ass out of herself in the process, and she had some pride.]
Namine. Used to be able to rewrite memories. Maybe they didn't read you in on that plan. Wouldn't surprise me. Xemnas was always stingy. [Shrug.] Well, let's see... So about five months of my life are this blur of fucked up memories I've spent the last month getting sorted.
Spent a month thinking I was a stewardess in a luxury liner and hating all the rich people. Thought my name was Lara or some garbage. Woke up for all of a wee before I got hopped up on loopy gene juice that gave me all kinds of nifty powers but made me addicted and needing the help of a creepy slug monster that kept me alive and wanting to protect every single kid I came across, instead of screwing with them... and then I just forgot who I was for like two months, and woke up after I remembered the last weeks of my life, all of that all at once.
So, yeah, my brain's a janga game and they keep pulling pieces and rearranging them something fierce. I think you were even here for a while before all that garbage. A few of you were, but I've been here alone for at least the last three months or so.
CW severe amnesia & Bioshock Addictions for good measure
[She wasn't going to explain the niceties of dating to Vanitas, in part because she was so bad at it that she'd make an ass out of herself in the process, and she had some pride.]
Namine. Used to be able to rewrite memories. Maybe they didn't read you in on that plan. Wouldn't surprise me. Xemnas was always stingy. [Shrug.] Well, let's see... So about five months of my life are this blur of fucked up memories I've spent the last month getting sorted.
Spent a month thinking I was a stewardess in a luxury liner and hating all the rich people. Thought my name was Lara or some garbage. Woke up for all of a wee before I got hopped up on loopy gene juice that gave me all kinds of nifty powers but made me addicted and needing the help of a creepy slug monster that kept me alive and wanting to protect every single kid I came across, instead of screwing with them... and then I just forgot who I was for like two months, and woke up after I remembered the last weeks of my life, all of that all at once.
So, yeah, my brain's a janga game and they keep pulling pieces and rearranging them something fierce. I think you were even here for a while before all that garbage. A few of you were, but I've been here alone for at least the last three months or so.