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Who: C.C. and Lelouch
What: Now that the two have settled in, they reunite face-to-face.
When: Early afternoon, 10/9
Where: Room 707
Rating: PG-13 at most, there's bound to be some angst.

As strange as it may be, Lelouch had come to accept that yes, he was alive. He was sure that many of the people from back home would find this situation unfair. Not only was he alive again, but he didn't have to pay the consequences of his actions. Potentially only two people knew who he was and what he had done. It disturbed him that he had been here before, made connection, and couldn't remember any of this. Apparently he was like a son to someone. Would he have confided in that person? He needed to find out.

But before all of that, there was something else he needed to do. One of the two people who knew the truth about him seemed to be bound to him by fate. The two of them showed up at the exact same time, from the exact same time line. Though something seemed a little off about C.C. It was most likely shock from seeing him alive again, but he wasn't sure if that was it. Then again, he didn't feel entirely like himself. It was like little fragments of himself had been shaken all around him during his death and subsequent resurrection here. His mind continued to think at a mile a minute until he arrived at her room. Unlike with the others, there wasn't any hesitation. He knocked on the door and then took a step backwards.

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C.C. finally rolled over and sat up, long hair spilling over her shoulder as she sat back to back to him. Though her back did not touch his. She wondered if the castle was really that picky. Did it choose or did it simply take the first thing it could grab onto? To be honest she wished there was some way to find out what it was without hopeless trial and error.

"How cruel. You're probably right." What would the point of losing it be if they could just get it back? Maybe she had lost her immortality. Maybe she could finally die. But no, if the castle brought the dead back than she was immortal either way.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Then should we test all your known skill sets and see what doesn't add up?"

Lelouch looked over his shoulder at her for a moment, as a sense of de ja vu came over him. The last time the two of them had been sitting like this, he was mentally preparing himself for what was to come. Now they both had to prepare themselves for a whole new world. He looked forward again and leaned back a little, lightly resting his back against her own.

"Unfortunately, that seems like the most effective solution for the time being. If my memories were not taken from me, it's most likely a skill. I suspect it's nothing physical."

He smirked lightly. If the castle had taken a physical ability away from him, well, he probably wouldn't even notice. He was already pretty terrible at most activities, though he was somehow able to carry both Nunnally and C.C. around in his arms without much strain. Go figure.

C.C. glanced over her shoulder when his weight rest against his back. She looked at him uncertainly but the expression is gone just as quickly as it appeared. She looked away again, thoughtful.

"Heh. If it's something physical you aren't missing anything important," She replied, almost like she read his mind.

The castle seemed to pick and choose at random. The most important skill you hadn't wasn't necessarily what was lost, or so Arthas had told her. Still... Lelouch had a lot of useful mental skills. This might take awhile if they had to go through them all.

"What's your most important skill?" She pondered.