An Amnesiac aiding a fellow Amnesiac

[19:27] Sugarboy asks, "Are you lost or looking for something?"
[19:27] Vee says, "Nope."
[19:27] Vee says, "I'm great! I know where things are."
[19:28] Sugarboy asks, "I am happy to hear that. Did you ever find a doctor?"
[19:28] Vee says, "I did."
[19:28] Vee says, "Jennifer. Occultist. Hopeful."
[19:29] Sugarboy asks, "What did she have to say of your amnesia?"
[19:29] Vee says, "She said... things."
[19:29] Vee says, "- Probably tough to fix. That."
[19:29] Sugarboy says, "I have found that some memories of mine come to me when I visit places that I had a strong emotional connection to."
[19:30] Sugarboy says, "Or anything similiar to a memory I had."
[19:30] Vee says, "Connections to missing dots."
[19:31] Vee says, "A little like..."
[19:31] Vee taps her foot on the sand, trying to find the word.
(Vee)
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[19:31] Vee says, "Triangulation."
[19:34] The pale man would nod, "Somewhat. However, triangulation requires you to know atleast two points. I have found it is more... Sudden. My first memory I obtained came to me when I saw two teenagers, best friends, make a promise to each other to be friends forever. The second came to me when I was searching for reagents on the volcano, My... Best friend and I shared a nice memory up on the top... So it is somewhat hard to be proactive when you are not sure where to look."
(Sugarboy)
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[19:38] The two appeared to be on, more or less, the same page. Vee braced her left hand against her chin, trying to look like she was thinking hard.

"I've got little pieces. Bits of things that sound - or feel familiar, but there haven't been any of the..."

She extends her fingers on her left hand, accompanied by a little 'boom' sound from her mouth.

"Big, illuminating flashbacks. Nothing amazing."
(Vee)
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[19:40] Sugarboy would cock his head to the side, intrigued "What do you find yourself drawn to? What seems familiar? These could be clues to unlocking the 'flashback' that you are looking for."
(Sugarboy)
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[19:45] What does she remember?

Well, for one, she doesn't remember what she's already told him, on that subject, so she just goes back through and tries to list each piece.

"I knew an Arthur, but not Dawn's. Beaches aren't safe. Hope is important. Heat is comforting, feels familiar. I knew some magic besides acid, but I'm not sure which..."

Whenever she lists something, she raises a finger, as if she's counting them all.

"...My gun was primarily for whatever that other magic was, and I'm better melting things with my bare hands."
(Vee)
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[19:48] Sugarboy would nod with each mention of something she remembered. Upon mentioning heat being comforting, small flames would dance and flicker around him. He would step closer so she could feel the heat from it.

"I hope this can help a bit, or atleast give you some ease.. If you could melt things with your bare hands... That could lend itself to Magma magic, which is unlikely if you used a gun.. Perhaps plasma?" He would throw out a couple options, carefully watching her expression for any reaction.
(Sugarboy)
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[19:48] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[19:52] As Sugarboy approached, cloaked in flames - gentle as they were - Vee shut her eyes, taking a deep breath, soaking in the heat.

"Not Magma, no. Not Plasma, either - I don't think..."

She's reluctant to throw the latter out, though, and it shows in her voice. Maybe it seemed a lot closer, subconsciously, although she doesn't comment on it.
(Vee)
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[19:58] Sugarboy would make a mental note, He would then change gears, "Do you have strong feelings towards the occult or holy magics? I only ask because you say that hope is important. While not necessarily tied to either, it is more tied with holy magic." He neutral tone made it hard to anticipate where he was going with this, but he seemed as if he genuinely wanted to help, and would be willing to listen to whatever his fellow amnesiac had to say.
(Sugarboy)
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[20:04] "Holy, Occult, Holy, Occult..."

She repeats the two words a few more times, gradually growing quieter, until she's silent. Eventually, she opens her eyes once again, with a very uncertain smile.

"I'm not convinced that I had either of them, but I don't think that I'm exactly neutral towards them."

Vee looks away, her stare trailing upward.

"Definitely more on the side of... hope. Yes."
(Vee)
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[20:08] Sugarboy's eyes would drift down to his left hand, he would make a fist, squeezing tightly, and releasing, he would repeat this a few times before speaking. "I- could try something, if you are willing." The alchemist's magic had just returned to him, and he was still unsure of the full array of spells he had at his disposal. However, deep down he felt a little light, something he was nervous to call upon.
(Sugarboy)
[20:11] Vee sets both of her hands together, but she doesn't return her gaze to Sugarboy. Her fingertips tap, tap, tap, rhythmically, forcing herself to continue on, despite whatever anxiety was brimming in her.

"I'm... probably up for it, I just want to know more. What were you going to do?"
(Vee)
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[20:11] Sugarboy says, "Follow me and I shall explain."
[20:12] Vee says, "...Got it."
[20:12] Sugarboy says, "I am also sure you would like to get away from thebeach."
[20:16] Sugarboy would lead Vee into the laboratory where he spent a lot of his time. Undead would be finishing cleaning up mud and soot from a recent break in. Walking over to an operating table he would gesture for Vee to take a seat. "Holy magic is frowned upon here in Dawn, however, I have little memories of living anywhere else. I speculate I perhaps lived in HuangZhao... Therefore I have minor holy energy that dwells within me. It is somewhat healing in nature, I wish to try and expose you to it." he would explain.

"You are more than willing to refuse, however, I ask that you keep this a secret between you and I."
(Sugarboy)
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[20:21] Vee's eyes trailed back to the door as it was locked, holding onto the sight rather than Sugarboy himself. Was she about to be part of some terrible ritual that nobody could interrupt -

When he actually begins speaking, those fears are erased. He was an exorcist - of a sort - and he'd kept it hidden from Dawn.

"And you think that if I have some connection to it, you could help bring it out of me?"
(Vee)
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[20:24] He would think for a moment, picking his words carefully. "Holy magic tends to dwell on positivity, I am hoping with a concentrated amount, that positive energy may trigger a happy memory.. Or that is the hope, atleast." He would smile at her, if hope is what she needed, he would do his best to supply her with it.
(Sugarboy)
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[20:28] Step by step, Vee trailed into the center of the room, alongside her fellow amnesiac. Once she'd arrived, she calmly sat herself down, legs crossed.

"I'd - I'd appreciate it. I'm not sure if it'll work or not, but I also definitely - "

Would saying the word hope here, yet again, make it seem like a verbal tic? She doesn't decide in time, and just ends up skipping over the beat.

" - it does."
(Vee)
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[20:40] He would nod, acknowledging her consent to the attempt. He would gently raise a hand towards the side of her head, his falm just a few inches from her ear. He would take a deep inhale through his nose, and exhale fully through his mouth. Many thoughts ran through his head, but he would try to clear his mind.

He said holy magic dwelled on positive energy, and while he was attempting something of this nature, it was not because he was sure it would work. No, he simply had asked himself what options were available to him, and which were most likely to yield a result.

He was mechanical in the way he thought, acted, and carried himself. He had forgotten much more than just his memories, he forgot how to feel pain, and what it was like to have emotions.

He would draw on the only memories he had at his disposal, memories of his friend Euyitl, and how he had loved her. At one point she thought she was gone, but thanks to an old friend Potayo, he was reassured that she was safe. A sense of longing began to rise in him, if she was alive and they were as close as he remembered, she would return to him. That was the only form of hope he knew, and he would focus on it.

The hand beside Vee's head would begin to glow with a dull golden energy, and the more he focused on Euyitl coming back for him, the brighter it grew.

Vee would feel a calming presence take over, slowly working it's way into her mind, Sugarboy's hope would begin to seep into Vee's consciousness, seemingly probing for anything in her thoughts that it could cling to.
(Sugarboy)
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[20:48] The holy magic would soon prove itself to be infectious, of a sort - or, maybe, it was echoed by something lingering deep within Vee herself.

His light wasn't quite matched by hers, maybe it could more accurately be called shadowed. Dimmer, working in its reflection, but not empty.

"I think - I think I see... something?"

Whatever tension was left in her faded away, slowly, as she pursued that singular spark in her own mind. That tiny flicker of memory.

"...We're - there's more of us, but I can't tell faces, or how many - something... very bright, very colorful."

She shivers, and whatever connection was there breaks away.

"Very. Very tall."
(Vee)
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[20:51] Sugarboy would open his eyes when he felt the break of the connection, almost as if he felt something repel him. The glowing hand could cease, and his hand would slowly drift to his side.

"Something colorful, and very very tall? Do you think any of the people there were Arthur?" He would throw out the name she mentioned again, seeing if it would stick to anything she saw.
(Sugarboy)
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[20:56] There's uncertainty in her voice, as she looks away from Sugarboy, beginning to gently tap her fingers together once again.

"One of them would have to be, I'd think. Maybe... six of us, in total? Hard to tell."

She sighs, but it sounds more tired than actively disappointed or anything of the sort.

"Whatever we found. I know that it was important, but... maybe we should've left it alone."
(Vee)
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[21:01] His head would drop a fraction, easy to miss if you weren't looking directly at him, disappointment?

"I am.. Sorry.. I should have been more careful exposing you to such arts.. If you ever wish to explore anywhere outside of dawn, I am capable of escorting you. Should you find any other leads, of course."

He would pause, his dull blue hues looking down and off to the side, "I also want to assure you that my loyalties lie with Dawn, and House Ruger. My access to this magic is... Somewhat unfortunate. I am sorry I could not help you more."
(Sugarboy)
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[21:06] Vee takes his pause as her cue to come back to her feet, standing up straight and looking in the direction of the door. There's a new confidence in her voice, which doesn't match his tone.

"You've given me a lot more to work with, here. I have a number, some idea of who Arthur was - a party member, at least - and some sense of a location of note."

Thinking, thinking...

"...Figuring out whatever that colorful thing was. That might be my next goal, the next piece of the puzzle."
(Vee)
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[21:10] He would look up to her, a small smile on his face. "At least you have more to work with. I would advise caution, however. As I said, amnesia can potentially be caused by trauma or some magic. It sounds like this tall colorful being could be quite powerful. Your amnesia could have been caused directly by the being, or by a terrible event that happened shortly after... But I wish you the best."

He would make his way over to the door, retrieving the key he would unlock it for her.
(Sugarboy)
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[21:10] Vee says, "...I don't think it was a being."
[21:10] Vee says, "More of an object."
[21:11] Vee says, "Unless it wasn't much for moving."
[21:12] Vee says, "But - thank you. Thank you."
[21:13] Sugarboy says, "Anytime. If there is anything else I can help you with, do not hesitate to find me."
[21:13] Vee says, "I will."
[21:16] Vee gives a quick bow to Sugarboy, and then steps towards the door, but she stops just before the threshold to look back towards him.

"I know I've already said it, like. Twenty seconds ago, but - thank you. This really meant a lot to me."

She grabs for the unlocked door, half-murmuring something else just before leaving.

"I'll see you again soon."

As she steps out into the outside world of Dawn, a faint - almost invisibly faint - trace of light is left, where her boots last stepped.
(Vee)