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[You can either talk to or ignore the girl sitting in the corner of the bed on the far end of the room. After recomposing herself, she avoided all eye contact with any people she knew to be dead and approached the front desk. Of course she didn't like the idea of being taken against her will to participate in some stupid battle game. She swore off fighting, never used a Knightmare Frame again, kept her Guren key around her neck. But for right now, she needed some place private in order to clear her head. An assigned room was good enough for her right now.]

[Her arms wrapped around her knees and her body drawn into itself, Kallen rested her head against the wall. This wasn't reality. This had to be some sort of dream.]

[But why wasn't she waking up.]

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[He doesn't get an answer to that.]

[siiigh. He drops down onto his bed, and leans forward until his forearms are resting across his knees. If he was doing this properly, he would be leaving to find Kevin so they could start some brief training. But a silent Kallen was an unnerving Kallen, so instead he talks to the floor.]

I'm going to take part in their game. I'm not saying this 'cause I want you to join me - we're enemies, right? Not happening. But I want my memories back, so I can guess you want yours just as badly. [he lifts one arm, and splays out the fingers and thumb of that hand]

There are five Players right now. One's me. [his thumb curls into his palm, and he shrugs with a faint smile.] That leaves four others. If you want to get your memories back, Kallen, you should go and find one of them.

There's nothing wrong with my memories. I remember what happened... those events I can't just... forget. [A small pause of silence settles in.] And even there were something wrong with my memories, I can't claim my own.

I refuse to be some pawn... or weapon cause they want me to. You can play their stupid game, I don't want any part of it. I want to go back home. I want to go back home to my mother. I want to go back to Ashford Academy where I was finally going to live a normal life.

[Another pause.]

We're... not enemies Gino. We were.

You probably don't remember what you've lost. [his are only obvious because of her, really. He's tried to count them, but most of the 'ten' he still has no idea about.] Going on the speed you were going when you ran out earlier, you've forgotten something.

I'll be a piece in this game if it'll mean you start making sense again.

[ENTERS STAGE LEFT, looking monumentally indifferent and carrying his bag over one shoulder.]

[looks first at Kallen, then at Gino. SURE IS SOME TENSION IN HERE.]

[he lets the door swing shut behind him, and raises an eyebrow.]

Sup.

[Hello person she doesn't know. Sorry Kallen doesn't acknowledge him because she's finally snapped.]

Lost what, Gino? I lost Lelouch that day. After I killed Suzaku and was captured by you, I was going to executed for attempting to kill the Emperor, which was Lelouch by the way. Then I watched Zero kill Lelouch. And you're telling me I don't remember what I've lost as far as my memories go? I haven't lost anything. I've forgotten nothing. I remember everything.

You can play the piece on this board all you want. Q-1, right? That life ended for me two months ago. I'm not going to fight, I'm not going to play along. I wanted a normal life and I got before I got here. If I can't go home, then I'll obtain what I want here.

[Emperor? That would explain the clothes, he thinks, for the brief moment he manages to hold onto the specifics of what she just said. Then he attaches to after I killed Suzaku and loses the rest of the information just so he can think who's she talking about?. And then he starts to reply-] You wh- [-and the reason for that disappears too. His reply cuts off. The only response she gets is a flash of emotions, which smooth out with alarming speed to a look of faint disappointment as she finishes what she has to say.]

Do what you want.

[... oh, hey, it's the sunglasses kid from the lobby.]

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[... Dave raises the other eyebrow as well, and leans against the door.]

Yo, not to interrupt your intense marital dispute or anything, but you're gonna be setting a pretty terrible example for the kids if you keep that shit up. Like you might think you need to get all of this off your chest right now but a few years down the line it's gonna be nothing but behavioral problems and drugs. I'll be out on the streets getting in knife fights and Molly's gonna be teen pregnant, and you'll be yelling at us for messing up our own lives, like god damnit Dave how could you look what you're doing to your poor mother, but then after I've stormed out and told you I wish you were dead, your eyes are gonna meet, and you'll know you both know whose fault it really is.

[She directs her attention to the guy who just spoke.]

I'm sorry, who are you and where do you get off saying all this? You don't know a damn thing about what's happen so keep your "insightful" comments to yourself.

[Kallen slips off her bed and stands.]

Don't come in here thinking that you know anything. The future is your own and if you can't suck it up and take responsibility, then that's your own fault. Not mine.

[Kallen moves to stand in front of the boy.]

If you want someone to look up to, go somewhere else for it.

[And with that, she walks out the room.]

[conversely, Gino can't help but grin. He could get angry, or go after her, or any number of things, but for all he knows, she has a valid reason for this. He'd be able to make more sense of it if she was angry at him for something he could remember doing. It's a shame, though. She'd have made a fun Weapon.]

You're the third, huh?

[well. she sure did take that way too seriously.]

[he stares after her for a moment, and then looks over at Gino. Or, more accurately, up at Gino; Dave is nearly three feet shorter than he is.]

Looks that way, yeah. [dumps his bag on the nearest bed, and nods towards the door] You know her, or does she just give recaps out to anyone who stands still long enough?

Ha, maybe! [what recap. 8(]

[there's no point in looming, so he sits back down onto his bed. That way he can wonder when the appropriate time to challenge the kid to a fight is.]

We're enemies, I think.

Oh, okay. [sits down on the end of his bed and gets to rifling through his bag. he's not terrifically impressed by the uniform.] I was gonna say as long as you guys don't get your duel on while I'm trying to cram in some shut-eye, but that's pretty much the entire point of this place, right? So I guess go ahead.

Think we're allowed to fight in our rooms? It sounds like the kind of thing they'd want to make off-limits. [seems to be actually considering it. The beds would make it a little cramped... he really should find that rulebook. Maybe Kevin has one. In any case, he stands up again to pad over to Dave's bed.]

Ah, nearly forgot. I'm Gino. [here is my hand, just for shakin']

[Dave shrugs.] Didn't check the rules yet. [oh, hello Gino's massive hand. He shakes it.] Dave Strider. You're one of the other Players, right? Wanna give the battle thing a try some time?

Yeah? Me neither. [not his fault you're all tiny.] Sure, sure. I'll even let you pick the time and place, how's that?

[mainly because Dave apparently hasn't got his weapons with him, whereas he's just spotted Kevin standing right outside the door.]

[another shrug] Sure, sounds good to me. I'll get back to you on that, I gotta ask Sherlock and lil' K first.

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