Avante Amnesplora
You awaken slowly, laying in the middle of a cold, hard stone floor … and realise that you have absolutely no idea where you are, how you got here, and who any of these people are.
Some of you may also be wondering who you are, too. Hm. That's probably concerning.
Some of you may also be wondering who you are, too. Hm. That's probably concerning.

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What is this place?
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Does he remember any sign language, since he doesn't have anything to write with... He remembers a little, so it's worth a try, though he's not really expecting a random person to understand it.]
I don't know. I just woke up.
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............. Ah, so you are mute, I take it. I do not suppose you remember anything prior to this.
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Very well. Do not despair, I shall lead the charge in escape.
[You should worry, he is not good at puzzles.]
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You.
[ obviously everyone else here is too young to matter. ]
Who do you serve?
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At this moment I serve myself, as I remember no other master.
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[ a pause, catching herself. her brows furrow. ]
...I see. [ the frown deepens. ] This is some sorcery, then.
What is your name, he who serves no liege?
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[He remembers that. He remembers someone yelling it at him. He remembers being hunted and a lot of blood. He thinks... he'll keep that to himself.]
Do you remember your name, my lady?
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[ fumbling, a moment; the frown that had been on her face is, briefly, replaced with a flicker of something that might be panic. she is not a good liar. ]
...I see no reason to trust you with something like that, Miura. Simply... call me whatever you wish, for now.
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Very well, my lady. Your face is a familiar one, though the only memory I have of you... I am younger than I am now, and I have no memory of a name.
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You... know me?
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[He absolutely will not admit to how nervous he was to meet her! That is a secret.]
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[ silent a long moment, then, as she considers her hands: callused with use, but the skin is taut and youthful; she turns to him again, this time openly looking him up and down. ]
I... do not remember. [ not quite a full admission, though nearer to it. ]
You may call be "Instructor," if you wish, then. If your memories hold no other name.
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