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backyardbbq2014-08-03 10:52 pm
soulcandy) wrote in backyardbbq2014-08-03 10:52 pm
Oh shit it's memory loss time
The room Kon awoke in was pretty large for a bedroom. It was rectangular, and much longer than it was wide. The bed he was in was on the left wall, with a desk and a chair placed at the foot of his bed facing said wall, and a cabinet of some sort even further down from that. He didn't see much else beyond that- his head was throbbing, and as soon as he sat up he flinched in pain and cradled his forehead in one hand. If he had taken the time to look, though, he would have found that the other side of the room was a mirror image of his own, and that someone else was in that bed as well.
From what he was able to see, though, he could tell one thing for certain: this place was not familiar to him. He couldn't say why, though, other than the fact that he couldn't ever remember being there before. But then again, as he thought about it some more, he couldn't really remember anything. Not where he had lived, not who his family was, not even who he was! All he had in his mind was one thing: a name.
His name, he figured. Though 'Kon' sounded like a strange name to him. Definitely an uncool name, though he couldn't remember why he didn't like it.
He didn't have much time to dwell on the lack of memories, though. Within a minute of him waking up, the far wall began to act like a projection screen, showing the image of a middle-aged woman. This woman was as unfamiliar to Kon as this room was, but he decided that he couldn't really trust his gut feelings when he didn't have the memories to back it up.
The woman on the screen spoke in a firm, yet neutral voice as she gave a rather long pre-recorded speech.
"Greetings. You probably do not remember who I am, as our mind-wipes are very thorough, but we have met before. You have been accepted into Interplanetary Special Forces, and charged with the sole task of completing any challenges that we cannot complete on our own. You are just two of the many extra-ordinary people who have come to us, offering your services in our centuries-long struggle against our enemies. In order to ensure your cooperation and best efforts, we have removed all of your memories, to ensure that you fulfill your contract. Once the terms of your contract have been met, all of your memories will be returned, and you will be granted your payment.
"The very nature of war has changed. Instead of engaging in long, bloody battles, warring nations participate in games. Conditions are set ahead of time, and territory is wagered, with the victor claiming the spoils. Over the coming months, you will participate in many tasks, ranging from the mundane to the dangerous, all for the sake of the I.S.F. For each victory, a portion of your memories will be returned. In addition, all food, housing, and other needs will be provided to you, free of charge.
"You will participate in these war games in teams of two. Your partner, who is seated across from you, will be your lifeblood. You will need to work together in order to regain your memories and earn your payment.
"Your first task will begin in an hour. Take this time to get to know your teammate, and when the hour has passed, step through the doorway and follow the green path on the ground to the waiting shuttle. Remember: your partner is the only person you can trust while inside the games. Learn to rely on them, and let them rely on you."
With that, the message clicked off the screen, and the wall went back to normal.
Kon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was all of this real? Had he really agreed to all of this? He couldn't remember a thing from before waking up, besides his name, so it was possible that it was all true. But how could he trust this woman?
With so many questions, all Kon could do was look to the person to his right. If the woman on the screen had been telling the truth, then this person was in the same boat as him. Maybe, out of everyone here, this would be the person he could actually trust.
From what he was able to see, though, he could tell one thing for certain: this place was not familiar to him. He couldn't say why, though, other than the fact that he couldn't ever remember being there before. But then again, as he thought about it some more, he couldn't really remember anything. Not where he had lived, not who his family was, not even who he was! All he had in his mind was one thing: a name.
His name, he figured. Though 'Kon' sounded like a strange name to him. Definitely an uncool name, though he couldn't remember why he didn't like it.
He didn't have much time to dwell on the lack of memories, though. Within a minute of him waking up, the far wall began to act like a projection screen, showing the image of a middle-aged woman. This woman was as unfamiliar to Kon as this room was, but he decided that he couldn't really trust his gut feelings when he didn't have the memories to back it up.
The woman on the screen spoke in a firm, yet neutral voice as she gave a rather long pre-recorded speech.
"Greetings. You probably do not remember who I am, as our mind-wipes are very thorough, but we have met before. You have been accepted into Interplanetary Special Forces, and charged with the sole task of completing any challenges that we cannot complete on our own. You are just two of the many extra-ordinary people who have come to us, offering your services in our centuries-long struggle against our enemies. In order to ensure your cooperation and best efforts, we have removed all of your memories, to ensure that you fulfill your contract. Once the terms of your contract have been met, all of your memories will be returned, and you will be granted your payment.
"The very nature of war has changed. Instead of engaging in long, bloody battles, warring nations participate in games. Conditions are set ahead of time, and territory is wagered, with the victor claiming the spoils. Over the coming months, you will participate in many tasks, ranging from the mundane to the dangerous, all for the sake of the I.S.F. For each victory, a portion of your memories will be returned. In addition, all food, housing, and other needs will be provided to you, free of charge.
"You will participate in these war games in teams of two. Your partner, who is seated across from you, will be your lifeblood. You will need to work together in order to regain your memories and earn your payment.
"Your first task will begin in an hour. Take this time to get to know your teammate, and when the hour has passed, step through the doorway and follow the green path on the ground to the waiting shuttle. Remember: your partner is the only person you can trust while inside the games. Learn to rely on them, and let them rely on you."
With that, the message clicked off the screen, and the wall went back to normal.
Kon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was all of this real? Had he really agreed to all of this? He couldn't remember a thing from before waking up, besides his name, so it was possible that it was all true. But how could he trust this woman?
With so many questions, all Kon could do was look to the person to his right. If the woman on the screen had been telling the truth, then this person was in the same boat as him. Maybe, out of everyone here, this would be the person he could actually trust.
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Standing at the start of the thin ledge, Kid hesitates, gaze again tracking the pattern. There was no break between each pillar. It was only about halfway through that there was any sort of respite from the danger. And as for the ledge, it was too narrow for them to traverse side-by-side. They would have to proceed single file.
"Are you ready? We have to be fast."
Sensing hesitation, Kid starts off, quickly. He surprises himself at his own speed even. And he doesn't stop to think before they've reached the center of the path.
"Look. Halfway there already."
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So he runs, staying right behind Kid, though oddly enough he finds himself going a bit too fast, so fast that, despite how fast Kid is going, he would be bumping into Kid if he didn't slow down. Which is really weird, so he pulls himself back a bit to try to just keep pace with Kid.
When they reach the middle, Kon nods at Kid. "Yeah, I think we can make it," he says, "Just...do the figuring-out-thingy again and I think we can make it."
Hopefully. Kon doesn't want to die before he figures out just who he is.
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When they reach the other end, he releases Kon's wrist and glances back at the path. Sighing with relief, he smooths wrinkles from his shirt compulsively.
"See? We made it across." Kid smiles lopsidedly.