9th Memory [Action/Voice]

[memoryboxes]

[After a very tiring last few weeks—between learning about things she's forgotten and turning into things she could never willingly forget—Sayo found herself resting comfortably in Luceti. The experiment, while straining for some, wasn't so bad. She'd gotten to record an image of her son's face while she was stuck in his body... and now she can proudly put the picture on a table in her living room.

Even with her in his body, it was still so him. Did they really share the way they emoted that well? It's something to laugh about.

She's also been working on making something beyond the traditional Japanese outfit. Because honestly? She wanted to try something new—even if it meant her knowledge of clothes-making was in jeopardy, she didn't mind it. She'd relearn it later, hmm?

So she's been making blankets and dropping them off at the clothes store. Ones that are moreso her world's style, some that are patterned unlike anything she's used to (—and what interesting ways of making blankets! Quilts!). She can't help but ask, as she sits contently to watch people come and go:]

[Voice for Everyone Ever]

What type of hobbies do you enjoy doing? And has this place made you form any new ones?

[After that, she'll leave, and uncharacteristically veer off her usual path toward the inner forest.

She's been hearing (repeatedly, forgetting often, relearning often...) that there are spirits here that can teach people things. She's not sure which to listen to first, but she knows she wants to try. Try... and see if it's something her mind will keep intact. Perhaps the water one... or the wind one... Ah, those would be good! They would be helpful to protect oneself without hurting the other person fighting, right?

When she feels she's far out enough, she speaks hesitantly—]

Hello...? Is... is this how I speak with you...?

[Granted, you may find her lost in the forest. Which way was back again... hmmm... :|a]

Comments

[acclimatized]

I tried fishing one week, but it didn't go anywhere. I haven't thought of anything since.

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Oh, Kaji and the others back home fish all the time! It's typically how we get our dinner, when we're hitting rough spots in making money. I've tried it a few times, and it's really just no fun until you've actually got something at the other end of the line...

[She laughs, humored by the thought.]

Other than that, it's just a line-up of boys getting frustrated.

[acclimatized]

I didn't even have a chance to get frustrated. But in the end, it was probably for the best, wasn't it? The animals talk here: I don't think "I was bored" would be a good excuse for a fish at the end of a line with a lot of questions.

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O-oh, goodness, I never even thought of that. [Okay, so another little laugh is in order.] It certainly would be strange, talking to your meal...

But you haven't found anything new to do, other than that?

[acclimatized]

Nothing. I've been a bit.. erm, distracted lately.

[memoryboxes]

Distracted...? Is something wrong?

[acclimatized]

A friend from home turned up not too long ago and he's a bit of a handful sometimes. I'm never bored when he's around.

[memoryboxes]

Oh? He's a talented sort of man, I take it? [Because if he's capable of keeping boredom at bay, he must certainly have a skill of some sort...]

[acclimatized]

Oh, yes. Very talented. [ although the man himself wouldn't say that. ]

[memoryboxes]

Oh, I see....

Actually, I have a friend just like that. And everything he says seems to capture my attention entirely, and not to mention, the way he speaks makes it hard to not listen to his every word.

[It's true, really; she can't think of any reason she would find herself bored of anything Ginko speaks about: he just has so many interesting thoughts and stories to share. It really is a talent, to her!]

[acclimatized]

Is he here in this place with you?

[memoryboxes]

Oh, yes! He was actually the first person to find me; I feel awful about that, since I couldn't remember who he was from home... but he's been very kind to me, and helpful! I owe him quite a lot for his working with me.

[acclimatized]

Ah, so there's no need for a hobby while he's around then?

[memoryboxes]

[A chuckle] Something tells me he would disapprove of me being idle, though I wouldn't want to sit still even if I could; there's always so much to be done, and I don't really want to spend my time waiting for the next day to roll by...

[Well, she sort of could prior to losing her memories of her husband. But things change sometimes, y'know?]