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[Over a week ago, the Malnosso kidnapped one Patty Fleur from the enclosure for experimentation. On the morning of the sixth, one Patty Fleur is returned. However, it may be hard to tell who she is at first glance. She now looks like this, outfit included. The Malnosso dropped her off just north of the village, by the river, where she regains consciousness relatively soon. There's just a few more problems, on top of the obvious. The first being that her memories are in disarray. The Malnosso had a little fun with them and now everything's a great big mess. The second problem is that they drugged her pretty badly.]

[Action]

[When she awakens, she feels groggy and disoriented. She has no clue where she is, or even who she is. A soft groan escapes her and she rolls over onto her stomach so she can push herself into a crouching position. A wave of nausea overcomes her and- Oh, there's water nearby. Drinking some water would help. That river is clean enough, right? She moves closer on her hands and feet to peer down into it, then catches sight of her own reflection.

That's right... She's Aifread. Aifread, the Guild Leader of... Siren's Fang. See, she knew she could work her way through the groggyness. And she looks terrible. They must've been out on another drinking binge the previous night. Her crew could throw the craziest parties whenever she permitted them. She cups some water into her hands to take an idle sip, then glances around. The place doesn't seem familiar to her. One thing catches her attention, though: A neat journal that's lying on the ground nearby.

A journal... The strangest notion dawns on her, and she flips it open only to have her suspicions confirmed. It's a communication's device. That's right, couldn't she use this to broadcast messages to her companions? She's sure that's how it worked. There was something else about this journal- something important. Something to do with who gave it to her? Or the other people who have one? The more she tries to think about it, the greater her headache becomes.

She can worry about the details later, when her hangover's died down. Right now, she needs to find out where the rest of her crew passed out.]

[Voice]

[Cue a deep woman's voice. She seems to be speaking with a bit of a slur.]

All right, you lowlifes. You've had your fun, but remember Guild rule number seven. There will be appropriate punishment, so go clean up your acts and prepare yourselves.

[[OOC: Replies will come from

sirensfang and there will probably be ToV PS3 spoilers in the comments!]]

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Oh? Does that mean ya happen to remember then?

Hah? Remember what?

Does the name "Patty Fleur" ring any bells with you?

[/rimshot.]

... You know, you're the third one to ask me that this morning.

[And it does. It does ring bells. She's just not sure why.]

Have ya figured out why there's a reason fer that yet?

Well, it's supposed to ring bells. If it didn't, people wouldn't keep asking.

Think of it as a pseudonym you were usin' while you were here, instead of callin' yerself Aifread.

Really... Patty, huh? Well, it doesn't sound half bad, ya know.

I'm glad ya like it! You'll be hearin' it a lot in the future.

Yeah? So everyone knows me as Patty here?

[But she's already introduced herself to Guy as Aifread! ... Ah well.]

Not everyone, yer not some famous celebrity here if that helps? Then again, considerin' how many people are here I guess it would be kinda difficult to remember them all...

Oh? How many people are here?

Hm... I'd say at least two hundred? Probably a lot more.

Hm... That still doesn't seem like that much. [...] So about these wings... That was normal here, right?

[He catches on that she's not just aged up, she's actually de-aged... technically.]

Yeah, everyone has a pair of wings. Ya wanna take good care of 'em though, you'll get sick and die if they're damaged.

Right, right. That was it... And there were experiments...?

[See, she can do this. She can make her memory work. It just takes a little bit of jogging.]

Oh, those things are horrible. Sometimes amusin', but mostly horrible, terrible things!

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[Not sure if should take this guy seriously.] Oh? Will you protect me if I get too frightened, or should I find a handsome young man for the job?

Hun, ya have nerves of steel from what I know, I don't think you'd need this old man.

[Because he can be a scaredy cat :(]