morning post

[wordcarvings]

Koutarou Takao 6/1 near The Three Broomsticks

It seems I may have caused some concern as a result of temporarily losing all my memories regarding Retrospec, which I apologize for. I never wanted to cause any worry. As a result though, I seem to have missed something fairly important, or at least remarkable. It seems things look a bit different from usual, and if anyone could fill me in on as to why the tree outside my atelier looks like a candy cane for example, that would be very nice of you. In the meantime I'm going to be looking around at these new sights. It's pretty amazing.

[[ ooc: he'll be out and about all day and all of tomorrow, so if anyone wants to run into him while he's out with wide eyes and a sketchbook, feel free. ]]

Comments

[thesettingsun]

Welcome back.

I should have known you'd appreciate the sights.

[wordcarvings]

Thank you, I'm glad to be.

I suppose I'm either too predictable or you're starting to get to know me too well.

[thesettingsun]

Aren't friends supposed to get to know each other well?

[wordcarvings]

They are! I never claimed it was a bad thing, Shuji-kun.

[thesettingsun]

Good, because I think we're stuck as friends for a while yet.

[wordcarvings]

I don't mind that at all, so that's great.

[thesettingsun]

If nothing else, I'd like to stick around the other people from my world so we can warn each other about weird ink nonsense.

[wordcarvings]

Yes, it's a shock after all, having some warning would be nice.

And it could be interesting to meet more of them.

[thesettingsun]

Have you ever had letters appear on your skin? Black or dark blue.

[wordcarvings]

Not this far here, but I saw it in one of the memories.. Did that happen to you here?

[thesettingsun]

Yes.

I don't recommend it.

[wordcarvings]

I can't imagine anyone would. What happened?

[thesettingsun]

I was attacked. After I was beaten up to a certain point, those letters appeared.

[wordcarvings]

[ Over on his end, Koutarou bristles in protective anger. Somewhere in the background a bartender hears a glass break; Koutarou will have to pay for that later, and will have to heal a burn. But never mind that now (except that it will make his typing slower). ]

By who?

[ The rest of the conversation has been temporarily put on ice. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Don't break perfectly good glasses over him, Koutarou.]

I don't know his name. I've never seen him after that.

[wordcarvings]

[ He already did that. At least there's no blood everywhere. Only some ink. ]

You could describe him.

[thesettingsun]

What would you do with a description?

[wordcarvings]

Know who to keep an eye out for.

[thesettingsun]

I don't remember enough details for that. My head went foggy towards the end.

[wordcarvings]

I see... If you ever do remember, I would be grateful if you let me know.

[thesettingsun]

Alright.

[He will never tell him anything.]

I just don't want you to freak out at someone innocent because of a half-remembered description.

[wordcarvings]

[ Probably for the best. Koutarou may be a pacifist but protective is protective. ]

I wouldn't do that. With enough description I could draw a sketch much better than anything they do at the police.

[thesettingsun]

I don't have enough description for that. I'm very sorry.

[wordcarvings]

No, that's fine, if you ever do have it though anytime is fine.

[thesettingsun]

Alright.

[Hopefully that will be the end of that.]