[Memento]

There was a moment of Memento looking down at his hand with a look of idle disdain, a few seconds as he tried to process the reality of having woken up for the third day in a row in a body that wasn’t his, well more correctly in real life wasn’t her, own. Though, the person he was before Gaia wasn’t really who he was anymore. She had vanished into the ether and the being that she had dreamed to become had risen to the surface: there was no reason to hide and be someone else anymore.

As there was a moment as he stumbled down the path in the small inn that he and his party had taken up, he clumsily plodded down the stone stairs to the main floor and looked for his allies which had already taken up a rather comfortable position at a table and were discussing things amongst themselves - a few of them had begun the morning with a sizeable tankard of ale or other alcohol. Tasteless as it may be, surely something may add some spice to their day.

He flopped into a chair, where an identical order to what he had made the day before had already been purchased by the head of their group. He grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite and looked up at them with a curious glance, the expression on the faunri’s face was quizzical as he looked about the forms of the others in their group. One of them was clearly navigating the menu as they chewed rather unamusedly on a piece of the food they ordered.

The leader of the group was a human vanguard with bright red hair and a sage talent. A useful fighter for sure but one that wasn’t going to do much good for what Memento was looking for. He called himself Ash, but no one really paid him much mind outside of his experience in a group of otherwise newbies among them all. Next up was a Nozgor Ranger who had taken a more silent approach but was also focusing on the mercantile aspect of things, black hair and pale skin being among the more obvious traits she had that declared her race. She called herself Elysium. Then the final member of their party was an Enoch Bard who called himself FireLilly. Needless to say, Memento had to give him that he made a good avatar for the old tabletop concept of a bard - definitely not hard on the eyes of a first glance.

“So, anyone else getting tired of the taste of off-textured and stale bread no matter if that’s what they’re actually eating?” Memento’s voice carried through the table. The inn wasn’t super packed with people, as most adventuring parties that had gotten together went off their own way shortly after waking up. Needless to say the idea wasn’t something super off kilter for the lot of them. This was still rather strange and with only their short encounter with some mobs from yesterday to go on, there wasn’t much to say about how combat felt except exciting if you asked Memento.

The Nozgor, whom had been rolling through her menus not long before, looked up to him with a bored expression on her face, “Honestly, if I have to eat this for the rest of my life I may actually refuse to eat. I’m not kidding. What’s the worst that could happen? I die of starvation and pop back in the cathedral?” She laughed a bit but there was a tone to what she said that made it seem almost not entirely a joke. Like part of her legitimately meant what it was that she said. A terrifying prospect to the mind of the monk but something that she hadn’t thought of prior.

There was a moment as they were rolling through things before the statement was made, “So you took the Hitman talent right?”, Ash’s words cut through to Memento in an instant before the wolf man said in a somewhat faked, barely-considered masculine voice “Yeah, I’ve got it? What’s up?” There was a moment as the two of them sat in the silence as the moment continued.

“How do you feel about PKs?”

WC: 709
TWC: 709