411302117-- 4 || წ First Sunrise

[memoryreprieved]

411302117
It's strange. No matter what, I can't seem to forget these numbers. But it doesn't look like anything I should recognize. Maybe if I look at them like this, something will make sense? Or maybe not. I don't know. I guess I could ask Clara.

[ Wait a moment... There's one more... ]

4

[ . . . .

Wait, why is her diary suddenly full of words holy--

What did she just do? ]

( ooc: Whoops, latest IC intro ever. But here is Shion, uh. Failing like her previous incarnation would. )

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[enrages]

there was some sort of bullshit rpg style trap in a mine or something.
i never really got the details of what happened.
fuck, i didn't care.
there were people who needed some fucking help, so i helped them.
batta bing batta boom.

[ he conveniently leaves out that he cried the whole time ]

[memoryreprieved]

[ Why, of course. Wouldn't want to spoil the story now, would you.

But trapped in a mine... She's gonna have to google that or something later. ]

Well, at least you were able to help them. I don't get why your dad would ground you over that though.

[enrages]

because "hey dad i stole your car because the secret numbers on my phone told me to" isn't an excuse that flies in any household.
least of all mine.
besides, he had to walk home from work, because he was too stupid and stubborn to get a taxi.

[memoryreprieved]

[ ... ]

Yeah, I don't think that would go over well with my parents either.

But at least you did it, right? You know. Helped those people.

[enrages]

in response, my dad nailed the windows shut so i can't escape my grounding.

[memoryreprieved]

You're joking, right?

[enrages]

i've gone out the window before...

[memoryreprieved]

[ Well, yeah, she could see that, but. ] That's kinda a little over the top, isn't it? [ But taking the car? Well... But you know. ]

[enrages]

my dad is ridiculously over the top.
hopefully you'll never get to meet him.

so uh LET'S TALK ABOUT SHIT THAT IS PLEASANT NOT MY LICORICE OBSESSED FATHER.
uh uh
who are you?
i'm karson.

[memoryreprieved]

[ Licorice... obsessed? But licorice is kinda gross.

Uh. ...Oh. ]

Chloe. It's nice to meet you?

[ ...Small talk. What is that? Mm... ]

You said this started working for you a few weeks ago?

[enrages]

more like a week ago.
i mean, i've had the numbers just floating around in my head for godknows how long.
but it finally occurred to me to like google search them or some shit, since i was just assuming it was a phone number or something i had forgotten about.
but uh yeah it. wasn't.
apparently some people get weirdass powers along with their numbers, but i didn't get shit.

[memoryreprieved]

[ It could have been worse. It could have been your journal. Thankfully, it only seems to set on the current page. ]

Weird powers huh. Philip mentioned that too. Just what kind of powers?

[enrages]

no fucking clue.
no one's told me shit.
sorry, man.

Sorry for the late! I ended up getting sick.

[memoryreprieved]

It's okay. Just thought I'd ask.

I'm sure if we asked around we could find out more about it?

no problems dawggg

[enrages]

or maybe no one else really understands what the fuck's happening either.
that's what i'm placing my money on.

|D

[memoryreprieved]

maybe. I don't really know. But it's worth trying right? [ Or not? Who knows? Everyone could be full of shit. ]

[enrages]

it depends.
are we all going to end up dead if we keep poking our noses around?
is it still worth it then?

[memoryreprieved]

[ Good point. ]

I'm not sure. But.