109th Devotion: Survival at Any Cost

[favoritetraitor]

[Accidental Video]
[Solomon stumbles backwards to press his back against the wall of a nearby building, his usual calm splintering as he takes in his surroundings. His eyes dart around in a bewildered panic and his hands instinctively reach for something that should be at his side but isn't. The chevalier's voice is hushed, his breathing coming quick as he utters a flurry of words not meant to be heard by anyone in particular.]

No no no no no! Where is it? What happened?!



[ooc: Solomon's memories have faded to the point where he isn't remembering the City or even any of his life as a Chevalier (Chiropteran), which brings him back to when he was last human... Lovely World War 1. The Great War. The War to End All Wars~. ^^ *Down Memory Lane event + grab bag 'Y am I the Last Man Standing?' for the win! \o/]

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[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

Misplaced something, Doctor?

[private voice]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He freezes, eyes shifting to see where the voice's owner might be hiding.]

Who is this... Identify yourself!

[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

[His memories are deteriorating even more.]

I see you don't even recall who I am now. Very well. It's Aion. I suppose you could say we're business colleagues.

[private voice]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Aion? Greek?

I don't... you said we know each other?

[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

That's right. We've met quite a few months back. You seem a bit.. shaken at the moment. Is something the matter?

[private voice]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... how do I know you aren't the enemy?

[private voice]

[jiyuna_togabito]

[Well, this could be interesting.]

Very well then. What is it you want? Perhaps I can prove it to you in some manner.

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[axeofoath]

I-is something wrong? Are you all right?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A-another? Are you a civlian? Who are you? Show yourself...

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[axeofoath]

Oh? Ah--Y-you must be new, I take it? You can see me if you look at the little device nearby!

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Device? What device?

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[axeofoath]

I'm not entirely certain how to describe it; however, there should be a small--ah, box, I suppose. Is it on you?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Solomon feels about his person, his expression growing more concerned as he realizes other things are missing too. But not coming up with any 'box' of any sorts, he turns his attention the the charred ground at his feet. Finding the small box, he kneels down to examine it more closely.]

Amazing... what is this?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Solomon! What is wrong?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A woman, in this?

[He pushes away from the wall, eyes searching over the ruins of the once intact city for her.]

Who's there?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

It is Marishka.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... Marishka? Mam'selle, we... know each other? You shouldn't be here. It isn't safe...

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Solomon does not remember me...

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I... forgive me. I think I'm suffering from shell shock....

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[She recognizes that look. Seen it a dozen times at least and always at the most inopportune of times. It always lead to someone getting their head shot off.]

Quiet! You're not helping yourself if you panic.

[Sharp, quick, authoritative. Hopefully that got through to him.]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... what?

[His voice stays lowered, and he peers intently down at the device in his hands, only momentarily glancing around to make certain that there's no immediate danger.]

Right, right... [He takes a few deep breaths to help him focus.]

Madam, where are all the men?

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

They've been sent on ahead to handle the enemy. Now, quickly, what's the current date and year?

[Best find out to what new low he's sunk. She was starting to wonder if they'd ever meet under normal circumstances]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

The date? Oh, yes of course. A test to measure my faculties...

It's August 12th, 1917. That's right, isn't it?

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

Affirmative. Can you walk? Best to get inside shelter as soon as possible.

[So World War 1, but which side had he been on? Either this was an hallucination or Solomon was much older then he looked. Or a fast learner where technology was concerned.]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Why... I was told this area was currently safe. Have you heard otherwise?

And might I ask your name and assuming this isn't France as Gremio stated nationality, Madam?