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[mementosola]

[It's an everyday, ordinary day for one Fujiwara Hisoka. She's at the huge shrine at the back of the garden of the truly ridiculous estate, or was, before she walked out and is by the koi pond, talking to the fish and being generally kind of adorably weird.

Truly, nothing extraordinary could possible happen.]

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[withoutmercy]

[Of course. Nothing at all.

He knows someone struck with the intent to kill. It hurt too much to be anything else but that. Beyond that, he's drawing a blank. He's not even sure where he is right now; his head's swimming, his eyes closed.

He's falling. He just doesn't know from how high; and maybe that's for the best as he literally plummets earthward.]

[mementosola]

[She gets a second, maybe two, of warning. Just an sense that something is wrong and that she should take a step or two back from the pond.

It's a good thing, too--if she'd gotten caught by any part of him when he hit the pond, she'd have been dragged in with him.

As it is, the water is freezing and full of suddenly incredibly panicked fish, but it's fortunately not particularly deep.]

--Ahhhhhhh?!

[There's just not a lot of reactions you can have to someone falling out of the fucking sky.]

[withoutmercy]

[He's just going to lie here. That was a hard blow followed by a very long fall, and a lot of water going everywhere. His head's not submerged, he won't drown. But he doesn't want to move after that, either. Not if he can help it. The cold wasn't new after the fall anyways.]

[mementosola]

S-sir? Sir, are you alright? Sir!

[Too bad there's now a kind of panicked chick trying to get his attention. If he doesn't respond immediately she's basically kicking off her sandals and going in to get him.]

[withoutmercy]

[Screaming. The voice unfamiliar. He knew the words but that was it. After a moment -- maybe a long moment -- he'd manage to open eyes. Another second, he'd sit up. The world wasn't yet in focus, but he was at least aware it existed.]

Aah... haah....

[mementosola]

Please hold on, sir, you hit the water really hard...

[It's reflexive, really, and she's really not supposed to use her powers so quickly, but surely her father and Hiroaki would understand, right? So she's wading into the pond and pretty much immediately trying to reach out to bestow upon him the healing goodness.]

[withoutmercy]

[Well. he's too dazed to respond anyways, but he'll watch her from where he sits.]

You're... soaked now.... Where am I...?

[It's probably more accurate to ask who survives getting run through and dropped from god knows how high and is able to talk after the fact first.]

[mementosola]

[We're pretty sure someone will eventually get to those questions. But for his sake, Hisoka's healing is plenty powerful, providing a rush of warmth and the pain to fade almost instantly, and she's more concerned with the strange sky-man's healthy than healthy skepticism.]

The Fujiwara Estate's gardens. Can you move? I don't really think you should stay in the koi pond when you're injured.

[withoutmercy]

The... where?

[He sighs after a second. The wound has closed, and he seems about normal, which... means that through his shredded and soaked clothes she can probably see that he's got all sorts of weird runic symbols apparently burnt into him.

Not that she has long to look down because he'll pull himself up to his feet quickly enough.]

I can walk, I think.

[mementosola]

...The...estate where the Fujiwara family--my family--lives, in Osaka?

[She does actually notice that but, well, being the avatars of the gods they may be descended from runs in her family. She doesn't really think much of weird shit.

Once he stands, though, she's getting out of the pond.]

Good. We should...probably get you dried off, and give those clothes a proper funeral.

[withoutmercy]

[The clothing looks like some kind of uniform or something, but it doesn't match any military of the world. He's surprisingly sturdy for a man who just had to have emergency magic healing to the chest.]

Yeah, that would make sense, and... I'm sorry, but, do I know you?

[mementosola]

I have no idea who you are, you just fell out of the sky and scared all the fish.

[She's pretty chipper for all that, really. But she'll lead him into the estate proper, and send off some servants for towels and clothes and to not alert some people called Hiroaki or Keisuke yet.]

But you're injured, and I don't think people fall out of the sky without a parachute or anything recreationally, so all that can wait.

[withoutmercy]

I'm fine, really. If I can get dry and change then I'll just... just....

[He blinks. He knows he was supposed to be doing something, but. Now he's not sure what. Come to think of it he doesn't even recall where he was going to begin with, before he was left for dead.]

[mementosola]

Just what? And there's no need to rush. If anything, you should probably stay here for a least a couple of hours, so we can make sure there wasn't any damage I missed.

[She's leading him to a living room and handing him the towels once they're brought.]

[withoutmercy]

[He'll take the towels and, after considering his whole condition, just off comes what remains of his shirt. Tact, shame, that's for people who remember who they are.]

I'm having a hard time putting things together, in my head. I just can't remember....

[mementosola]

That's-- [Uh, give her a second, she was going to say something but she got distracted by the fact he has no shirt. Runes nothing, that is a pretty man. After a long, possibly uncomfortable pause, she shakes herself out of it.]

Uh. That's. That's not surprising, considering how hard you fell, but that's not exactly good news...What can you remember?

[withoutmercy]

I... I lost that fight. I should, by all rights, be dead. I guess she just didn't think I was that strong.

[He sighs and just lets the towel fall after he's dried off enough, gesturing widely and shirtlessly, apparently completely oblivious.]


And I... I was looking for something. Or I was going to be, I had to get out of there first when she found me. It was something important...

Beyond that, though. I can't say I remember anything.

[mementosola]

[She was distracted but then he mentioned someone tried to kill him.]

So someone did this to you...which means if they find out, they're going to come after you again.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, before she hands him a shirt.]

If that's the case, you should stay under our protection, at least until we find a way to get your memory back. My power doesn't work on that sort of thing.

[withoutmercy]

[He'll take whatever shirt's offered to him and pull it on, then kind of glance around the room.]

Is it warm in here or something? You're kinda red in the face...

[mementosola]

Don't worry about that, it's not important.

[Seriously now is not the time to hit on cute boys.]

[withoutmercy]

[He shrugs, which given I'm saying by laws of narrative causality the shirt he's borrowing's a little small for him, so, that means she gets to see the dude flex some when he shrugs.]

If you say so. But like I said, beyond that... nothing. I can't tell you anything else because I can't recall anything else.

[mementosola]

[WHY THIS.]

Not even your name, huh?

[She nods, doing her best to seem firm.] That tears it. Stay here, we'll make sure you're protected and taken care of until we can find a way to get your memory back, or you're no longer in danger, whichever you prefer.

[withoutmercy]

Not even my name, no.

[He shrugs.]

I'm not as helpless as you seem to think that I am. I just... she's powerful. I don't remember who 'she' is, but, if it was something less than her I never would have lost.

[He looks down at his hand.]

I'm missing something. Also I should probably get new pants before I ruin your floor.

[mementosola]

I don't mean to imply you can't...just, it's safer when you're not running around alone and amnesiac, yeah?

[Looking down at his pants, briefly.] ...As long as you promise not to just whip 'em off in the living room, we can arrange that.

[withoutmercy]

Mm? Sure, I guess.

[Scratching his cheek and then looking down at his soaked, carved up shirt.]

I wonder if there's any clue in it... Probably will still be there after it dries.

[mementosola]

[Directing one of the servants to get him pants and then lead him to a bathroom or something, and then turning back to him while they run off. In fact, she's pulled out her phone for something...?]

Probably, considering the only reason it's wet is because you fell in my pond, and that's no mystery. But, in the meantime...

[Handing him her phone, which she's used to bring up one of those baby name sites.]

Until you remember your own, you can at least pick out something you'd like to be called.

[withoutmercy]

Well, where do I even start...?

[He'll take the phone while he waits for the servant to bring him pants and scroll through the list. He might not have a memory of much but he seems to recall a lot of how the world works, at least.]

...Retsu? It isn't on here, but it seems almost familiar.

[Bro you are literally saying that your name is violence. And he'll hand the phone back because the maid just brought him pants and he'll head into the bathroom.

Hisoka ponder your choices starting... now.]

[mementosola]

[Yeah she's going to. Sit heavily on a couch and kind of exhale long and hard. She's gonna get so yelled at by like...everybody.

Apparently pretty soon because, even from the bathroom, the really loud angry cawing should be audible.]

Wha--Hiroaki!!

[withoutmercy]

[He'll head out relatively quickly at the sound - his hair's no longer hanging in his face, he's got a pair of jeans that are comfortable but not loose in any appreciable way, and he's concerned at the screaming.]

Is everything okay?

[mementosola]

[So there's a white raven with three legs verbally berating Hisoka. It's certainly a thing he is seeing.]

--take someone in you know nothing about! He could be a youma for all you know!

Enough, Hiroaki! [Wow, she can actually get loud and kind of imperious when she's angry.]

Everything is fine, Retsu.

[withoutmercy]

A youma? I know that term...

[And that's about it, unfortunately, if we go by the look on his face.]

[mementosola]

A youma is a demon, a creature of darkness and despair. In most cases, they are created from the coalesced miseries of humanity, but in others, they are simply demons and spirits that feed upon our fear, pain, and misery.

But they'll also go f'r blood, flesh and bone if it's on the menu.

...Thank you, Hiroaki. [She sighs, and then bows--it's a shallow angle, despite her manners, and the reason will become apparent shortly after.] I realize I haven't formally introduced myself--my name is Fujiwara Hisoka, current avatar of our lady Amaterasu-no-ookami and bearer of her power. It is my duty to fight and destroy these youma before they hurt innocents. Hiroaki here is simply...worried for my safety.

But I don't believe you are a youma. I've sensed no malice from you.

[withoutmercy]

I wouldn't even really know where I could start, honestly. You've seen or heard everything. I don't know if Retsu is my name. I think I might be called something else, or maybe... I don't know. My head hurts the more that I think about it.

[He actually does reach up to his temple and oh hey that marking on him just seriously pulsed.]

[mementosola]

[Did you know ravens puff out their feathers when upset? Because this one is. But Hisoka just walks over and lays her hand over his, over his temple, and hey more healing goodness.]

It's alright. We'll figure this out...these markings are probably a good place to start, honestly, but there's no need to go rushing headlong into things.

I will do everything I can to help you find out who you are, I promise.

[withoutmercy]

[If anything magic straight on that symbol seems to have made it glow quite a bit brighter for a second and he'll pull away.]

Th-thanks. I appreciate it.

[mementosola]

Of course.

[She smiles, and then sighs.]

...Of course, the hard part will be explaining the situation to my father and Keisuke--my brother. Father's likely to understand this is a matter of doing the right thing, but Keisuke is very, um. Flaily.

[withoutmercy]

If there's a servants quarters or something, I don't mind keeping to that. Honestly, if you want to put me to work, that's fine. I don't have any other options...

[mementosola]

We'll discuss our options with Father. I'd feel a little weird putting you to work, but it's probably bad for you to just sit around not doing anything while I'm at school, either.

[withoutmercy]

Well, like I said. I've not got a lot of options. It'll be whatever you and your family, nngh, decide.

[That stretch was 100% unintentional, we swear. Look it's not his fault the maid decided he needed a shirt just too small for him.]

[mementosola]

[Note to self: give that maid a raise. She blinks, but manage to catch herself before staring too obviously this time.]

Yes, but that doesn't mean you won't be involved in the decision-you're not going to be indentured to us for our aid.

[withoutmercy]

...If you insist.

[Really, on some level he's used to people making choices for him.]

[mementosola]

[Retsu, just accept this aggressive respect for your autonomy and be friendshipped, dammit.]

I do.

[withoutmercy]

So now what?

[Seriously, he doesn't even know what the fuck to say.]

[mementosola]

Well, father won't be home until later this evening...so I could show you around, and then we could see if there's anything in the library about those runes of yours? But first, are you hungry, Retsu?

[She smiles, rather brilliantly and clearly attempting to turn the friendship dial up, here.] The healing you received makes a lot of people feel hungry afterwards.

[withoutmercy]

I see... so it sped up my metabolism for a few seconds then.

[This is what normal is now to him.]

If you want, sure. I'm not going to complain.

[mementosola]

You could explain it that way, if you like.

[She shrugs, and then stands up, with the raven still grumpily fluffed on her shoulder.] We'll make the first stop the kitchen, then!

[It should go without saying, but the Fujiwara estate is huge and a rather curious fusion of traditional japanese and victorian-era housing. The kitchen itself is nothing at all traditional, all marble tiles and sleek appliances and some weird chainsmoker who, given the rest of the staffs reaction, probably doesn't actually work there but they're just resigned to it. The pantry is a place of wonders. Whatever he feels like grabbing is probably around here somewhere.]

[withoutmercy]

[And this is probably where she should remember he's an amnesiac and thus doesn't remember any kind of food preferences, if he ever had them to begin with.]

Hmm...

[mementosola]

[Look, amnesia is hard and sometimes these things are instinctual!

Also she's handing him an apple.] Here, start with that, I'm gonna go bother someone into making us ramen.