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6th Treasure - [Written]
[It'd happened again. Thanks to an experimental Shift, Patty had once again found herself missing most of her memories. Important memories. She'd forgotten who she was and, more importantly, she'd forgotten her friends. The ones who'd stood by her during her darkest hours. Now that the Shift's passed, she feels ashamed of herself and the house seems even emptier than it already did. Certain words keep drifting back to the surface.
"I was worried you would find yourself all alone without your memories, but you found good friends, Aifread."
Friends... Friends in whom she can confide. There's only one of those she can turn to right now.]
[Filtered to Little Loki]
Do you have time this afternoon? You could help me build a treehouse. I found the perfect tree. [She pauses her writing for a moment, thinking. Then she jots down one last sentence.] And I think we should talk.
[Public]
Treehouses exist in other worlds too, right? So tell me, what do you think makes the perfect treehouse? What does it need? What doesn't it need? What kind of wood makes the sturdiest boards? Rope swing, tire swing or normal swing?
"I was worried you would find yourself all alone without your memories, but you found good friends, Aifread."
Friends... Friends in whom she can confide. There's only one of those she can turn to right now.]
[Filtered to Little Loki]
Do you have time this afternoon? You could help me build a treehouse. I found the perfect tree. [She pauses her writing for a moment, thinking. Then she jots down one last sentence.] And I think we should talk.
[Public]
Treehouses exist in other worlds too, right? So tell me, what do you think makes the perfect treehouse? What does it need? What doesn't it need? What kind of wood makes the sturdiest boards? Rope swing, tire swing or normal swing?
[action]
Before... I was called Aifread. I was the Captain of a guild called Siren's Fang. We were pirates, sailing by the rules of the Union of Guilds. We spent our time taking on odd jobs in exchange for pay and searching for treasure. [She pauses for a moment, realizing how odd this might sound coming from a sixteen year old girl.]
Aifread... was over fifty years old when she ceased to be.
[action]
Loki takes things very, very seriously when a person showed that they put trust in him. That they deem him important enough to share such secrets with. He wonders if he is selfish for appreciating such a thing that much.]
And that is where your existence started?
[Except from exciting stories about treasure and pirate-business this is a familiar concept. His life started because his evil self sacrificed himself.]
Are you one and the same person? Or are you a new version of an old person?
[action]
There was an incident. A Commandant from the Imperial Knights tricked me and my crew, using us for some twisted experiment of his. It... turned everyone into monsters. The only reason I avoided it is because my First Mate saved me. [She stops talking for a moment, her hands folding together in her lap. Seifer... Talking about him is especially painful.]
He gave me an ancient drug called Amrita. It warded off the effects of the experiment, but it changed my body. ...I became a young girl and I lost all my memories. I lost everything. [She draws a deep breath through her nose before ploughing on with her story. She needs to keep talking now.] The only names I could remember after that were Patty, which was given to me by my First Mate after the drug took effect, and Aifread. And I remembered my First Mate's face. I didn't know what it meant, so I assumed that he was Aifread- my grandfather. Nobody aside from my crew and a few close friends had ever seen the real Aifread, so nobody corrected me on that. I spent years searching for Aifread and 'his' greatest treasure, hoping it'd get me my memories back.
[action]
In a way it is similar to his, only without the monsters and the de-aging thing. So when she is done talking he remains silent and looks at her.]
I see.
[Loki scratches his head briefly, eyes still on her.]
I take it your first mate is no more. Do you need my shoulder for support? Or a great embrace?
[These probably aren't the right things he should say...]
[action]
She shakes her head, her gaze still locked on the blanket she's sitting on.]
No. The time for mourning's passed. One needs to honor the memory of the dead, not pity them.