Mission Seventeen

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to a more reasonable hour; A teenage girl is seen walking through the streets of Paris. She is dressed in a dark suit with a coat over it, and is carrying a cello case across her back. She only looks thirteen or fourteen, but is unaccompanied.

When she comes to an open area the girl takes out the cello and sets up to play. She doesn't choose Christmas carols as expected but instead goes for something different. The case is left open by her side in case anyone feels like donating money]


[ooc: open post to those who might be wandering the streets or over the journal]

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[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[he fights the urge to say "yeah I know", and gestures to the case instead]

I didn't know you played.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I take private lessons. Victor thought it would be good for me, and he saw how much Henrietta enjoyed her violin lessons.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Henrietta. [give him a second, he's going through two years of memories trying to figure out if he's heard that name before] ... She's one of your sisters, right?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[frowns, shakes her head] Henrietta is just a good friend. Though I guess I spoil her like she's my sister.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Oh. ... My bad, sorry. I just remember you telling me about her, and a couple other girls ... can't remember their names, though. It's been a long time.

... So ... what're you up to here in Paris?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[did she tell him all this? She tries to remember, but nothing comes to her]

I live here. I go to the private school and my brother is a police detective.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[it sounds so similar to what she told him, but yet he knows that something's different. it's been so long, though, that he can't quite remember. what a pair they are]

Yeah? ... Is it a military school? [at least that bit of memory's still clear. she definitely knew how to kick ass]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[for real. So much communication error going on here, especially with Paris memories in conflict with canon memories and Paradisa memories. WUT]

No. [what a strange question to ask] It's an all-girl school. My friends Henrietta, Rico, Claes, Angelica and Beatrice all go with me. They're probably the girls I mentioned before.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Rico and Claes. [he nods quickly. it's coming back to him now - some story about a hotel and maid outfits ... he remembers how upset he was until she explained it - how he thought they'd been tricked into some weird pedo ring] Yeah, those're the names I couldn't remember.

... You ... really don't remember me, do you. The beach room ... the Awesomeness Committee...? The ... the library...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

The library?

[her eyes drift down to her cello case. It looks strange empty like that. It should be holding something, but not a cello. Something else belongs there...]

I had a dream about a library. There were creatures trying to hurt people. I protected them with a special gun. And Claes... Claes was telling me to tear her apart.

/saved this icon just for this sort of thing

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[oh god. she DOES remember. just having that confirmed makes ice form in the pit of his stomach, and he pales. when he speaks, his voice shakes a little]

Yeah. That ... that's what happened. Only Claes wasn't really there. You were just seeing her. The way I was only seeing Robin. She ... she was telling me the same thing.

[he shudders] You saved my life, though. ... More than once.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[once it starts, the memories come easier. The Marker, the sacrifices, all the strange things that happened in March, the dinosaurs... And through it all is one name that sticks out]

Barney! I remember Paradisa.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[he breathes in, all ready to say "you do? wait, how is that even possible" -

- but instead he ends up coming at her and wrapping his arms around her in a giant hug. he can hope that no one saw him, later. right now, he's just conflicted. he's SO GLAD she remembers him, but --]

I'm sorry you have to remember all of that.

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she is not usually hugged but she knows it's been a long time since they've seen each other so she'll allow it from Barney before awkwardly pulling away]

It isn't your fault. And anyway, there are worse things to remember.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[whoops, hugging was a bad call. he coughs a little] Sorry.

So ... wait. How come you were acting like you lived here, until just now? What was that all about?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

I do live here. I... [she hesitates, frowning as all the memories compete in her head]

I do live here on Earth, and I do speak French fluenty. The rest isn't true. You just reminded me.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

So ... hold on, back up. [he does, a couple of steps, holding up his hands] Beep, beeeep.

You ... I'm not losing my mind, you did get sent home, right?

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[rofl what was that Barney? It makes Triela chuckle]

I must have. When I was in Paradisa, Angelica was in the hospital. But now she's okay...

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[it was a truck backing up, duuuuh. but he's glad he can still make her smile]

That's so weird. But ... you came back here instead? This place is getting its wires crossed. I wonder if we're gonna have to knock it down again.

[oh yeah you missed that. he's probably gonna spend the rest of his vacation filling you in, at this rate]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

You knocked down the castle? [she misses all the fun stuff]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah! And ... wow. You missed a lot. [the magnitude of what she missed hits him like a brick] … Maybe we should go out to lunch or something, so I can fill you in...

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[she nods] I would like that. I'll have to make sure it's okay with Victor, first. He may insist on interrogating you. [says the last part mostly teasingly]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Victor? I don't think I ever remember you mentioning him ... [he looks a little nervous. partly because ugh, how do you tell if she's teasing - and partly because he's pretty sure this guy might've been her loss, before. if that's the case, he wonders, what's she forgotten or lost, now?]

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

But that's my brother's name: Victor Hilshire. I can't imagine not mentioning him.

[of course she only ever called him "Hilshire" before]

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

I think he might've been your loss ... so ... wait ... that means it changed. I wonder what you lost this time?