Old AU muse reawoken with a fresh coat of paint!

[corruptedsouls]

I... feel strange...

[That's understandable, Toby. Seeing as you were written quite a while ago, I had to do some updating, polishing, and cleaning to get you in a better spot. You lost all of your game memories from Witches Reign, unfortunately, but it's not something that can be helped.]

...Oh... is that... why...

[Yes, that's why.]

...I remember... a blue Moltres...

Why...?

[That's... not a Moltres you're remembering, Toby.]

Then... what is it...?

[Oh, I'm sure you'll find out when he shows up. I sincerely doubt Marco is going to let this go without tearing me a new something.]

...Hm...

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[frustrates]

... So his name is Marco, and your name is Tobias?

These muns and their theme naming. It's fucking embarrassing.

[says the girl who named her pokemon after herself.]

[corruptedsouls]

[You really don't have a leg to stand on there, April.]

Um... she didn't name him... I don't think...

[frustrates]

... Well then I just made an ass out of you and me.

[corruptedsouls]

I think... it was just you...

[So nice, Toby. But really, he doesn't actually understand the full meaning of what he's saying, so...]

[frustrates]

(Wow. Is he rude or just an idiot?)

[She stares and then ... a slow clap.]

Right, because you don't even need my help becoming an ass.

[corruptedsouls]

...I don't think... I'm supposed to be one, though...


[April's Point






Tobias' Head.]

[frustrates]

.....

(It's official. This boy has the IQ of a Snorlax.)

[corruptedsouls]

[Oh, are we doing the silent thing now? Okay.

He will just stare at you then.]

[frustrates]

["That look... it's so intriguing!"]

[frustrates]

[... Just kidding. This is no place for a pokemon battle, is it?]

You got a staring problem or something?

[corruptedsouls]

[Blinkblink, headtilt.]

...Where are your Pokemon?

[fierybluebird]

[ATM Marco's just happy to see him again! The arguable girlyness of Moltres aside.]

OI TOBY! [At least he resists glomping him since it doesn't seem like Toby remembers.]

You don't remember? [Phoenix form; then back.]

[corruptedsouls]

[Hey. HEY. YOU ARE A BLUE BIRD WOW. Give Tobias a minute here, he's just going to stare in awe.]

...it's you?

[There's a flicker of recognition there, but not much.]

[fierybluebird]

[Leans around his shoulders and bonks his hat down a little.]

It is. It was awhile ago, but here, hang on. [Goes into his wallet (don't mind the giant Whitebeard crossbones on one side and his tattoo on the other) and pulls out pictures Toby drew. He keeps them saved where pictures would go, of course.] This is one the nurses took. [An actual picture of them both before Toby lost his eye, not going there...] This is one you drew of my Pops!

[corruptedsouls]

[Ah.

His eyes widen somewhat when the pictures come out, Tobias opening and closing his mouth a moment as he sees them. Yes, he'd recognize his own drawing style anywhere, but...]

I... don't remember drawing those...

[There are some downsides to DM's fourth wall, he'll concede. Like now, he knows he should remember these but all he can feel is some weird... space in his head where said remembering would go.

And at the same time, he's both overcome with a desire to hug Marco and a desire to stay at a distance. It's actually giving him a headache now.]

I... I don't remember...

[fierybluebird]

Hey. It's okay. [Ruffles his head gently.] So long as you're around we can make new memories, no problem, eh.

[corruptedsouls]

[The ruffle calms him down somewhat, letting Tobias dry his eyes on his shirt. He still hasn't bothered to really fix his hat.]

...Promise?

[fierybluebird]

100%. Nothing would make me happier.

[corruptedsouls]

[Congratulations, Marco. You get Tobias' first real smile of his new existence. How does that make you feel?]

Okay! Then... I'll go somewhere you are!

[fierybluebird]

[Great!]

Good! [Hugs for Toby and spins him around.] I hope your mun hasn't been too rough on you, eh.

[espio]

... Toby.

[Don't mind the chameleon sulking in the corner. He's a bit unhappy about the apparent memory thing - why is it that whenever he re-encounters a friend, they're different?

Still, Toby is Toby. As long as he's not Toby's complete opposite, like in a certain Armadillo's case, he can deal.]

Heard a rumour that you got lost on the way to Balamb, and started heading towards Scotland instead.

...I'm coming too. Bring a good coat - British weather is terrible.

[corruptedsouls]

[As with Marco, there's a nagging familiarity about him. Also as with Marco, however, Toby just can't put his finger on it. Still, the familiarity is enough to make him smile.]

I'll tell my Mun. I... have a couple of coats I carry around... for when it rains or snows...

...Um...

It's... Espio, right...?

[espio]

Got it first try! Not bad. At least your memory isn't completely wiped, even if it's just here.

[corruptedsouls]

No... There are a few things... I still remember here and there. But... she says they'll all be gone... once I get into a game.

[Unfortunately for him, one of those "lingering" things is a severe desire to hug you. He's not sure why.]

Um... my Mun has some icons of us... together. Did we used to...?

[espio]

Figures.

...yeah. We were dating. But it's not something you need to worry about.