Mundane is curious to bounce Ib off other canon mates

[remembertheroses]

I like this place. There are lots of different and interesting people to meet and talk to. I hope they'll be friendly. And I can understand and speak properly here too. I like the wizard castle, it's very pretty, and I like all my new friends, but it's hard when everyone speaks a language you're not very good at.

I still can't remember why I have this lighter either. I hope mom won't be angry, but...I don't want to throw it away.

((OOC: Mundane is taking her from the "Forgotten Portrait" Ending.))

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[a_real_girl]

Ib?

[She was kind of surprised the girl forgot about that lighter. If she were from any other time she might of snatched it away but she was okay now.]

[remembertheroses]

Ah, yes, I'm Ib. It's nice to meet you.

Umm...how do you know my name?

[a_real_girl]

I'm Mary!

[She said this almost cheerfully.]

That lighter, you used it to burn up my painting.

[Once again she normally would be angry but she had what she wanted, she was as real as anyone else here.]

[remembertheroses]

Hello Mary.

[Ib bowed slightly and smiled, but the smile was quickly replaced with puzzle and shock.]

I...burned your painting?

[She glanced at the lighter uncertainly, before she looked back to Mary, still confused.]

I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. I've never burned a painting before.

[a_real_girl]

Yeah you did!

[She exclaimed.]

You and Gary did.

[remembertheroses]

I don't know a Garry. I'm sorry Mary, but I think you have the wrong person.

[That, and Ib could never imagine destroying a work of art.]

[a_real_girl]

I know it's you Ib. I mean I've never even read about another person named Ib before and you're one of the two only real people I ever met until recently.

[Then she thought back on one of the scenes her mun showed her.]

Try and think about where you got that piece of candy.

[remembertheroses]

I...don't know. My mom must've given it to me.

[But she doesn't sound very sure about that. But Mary's insistence is starting to worry her.]

[a_real_girl]

You know that isn't true. You got it when you were separated from your parents.

[remembertheroses]

I've never been separated from my parents. I don't take things from strangers either.

Mary, I really think you're mistaken.

[a_real_girl]

But he wasn't a stranger, you knew his name.

Come one you can remember. You walked off by yourself to see the exhibits and the lights started to dim and go out.

[remembertheroses]

[Ib did try. She remembered walking into the gallery by herself. She looked at the paintings, talked to some people, met up with mom and dad, and then there was this giant portrait on the next floor that was pretty cool...

...her memory failed her there. She shook her head; the only thing she remembered after staring at that portrait was meeting up with her mom downstairs and viewing the other exhibits.]

[a_real_girl]

Do you remember a blue rose?

[It was her last attempt at getting her to remember, she didn't know what else to reference.]

[remembertheroses]

There was a giant rose on the bottom floor but-

[A flash of memory; Ib's voice faltered mid-sentence as something came to her, something she had...forgotten.

Blue petals. Loves-me-loves-me-not. A coat?]

...there was a picture of a man with a blue rose.

[a_real_girl]

Good, what's the man's name?

[remembertheroses]

Forgotten Portrait...

[But there was more to that, wasn't there?

Lemon candy. The lighter. A promise for macaroons.

A promise to escape.]

He gave me the lighter. And the lemon candy.

His name was...Garry.

[a_real_girl]

Good!

[She smiled sadly as Ib finally got it.]

Gary is around here somewhere, I know he'll be happy to see you again.

[remembertheroses]

But he's just a painting. He's not real...

[Is he? That was the question in her mind now. She can't remember everything, but she remembers Garry and his blue rose. And speaking of rose, there was another one, wasn't there? Or rather two. There was a red one and...]

There was a red rose and...a yellow rose?

[But there was no yellow rose in the gallery so where was this memory coming from?]

[a_real_girl]

Right, uh, my rose.

[She showed Ib her yellow rose.]

Yours is red and Gary's is blue.

[remembertheroses]

[She stared at the yellow rose; why did she feel this mounting sense of dread? Why is her body screaming at her to get away? Against her own will, her body took one step back away from Mary.]

M-mary.

[The name is said with a new level of doubt and worry. There was really something troubling about this other girl, and Ib was acute enough to notice the slightly negative feelings Mary was provoking from her now.]