trying this out

[safekeeps]

You do realize that you won't know if my icon set works until you actively try it out, right? Loading something up and then putting it to good use is your only way to figure that out.

Or are you just searching for a reason to chicken out of the whole deal?

Not that I'd mind if you did.

[But you can start over anew...]

And forget my name while I'm at it. And it's only temporary. You're dumber than I though if you think I'd fall for that.

[But Christa will be there...]

...

Comments

[deyseemetrollin]

Mm...startin' anew do lose de appeal at de threat o' losin' yaself.

Ain' know way around it, me suppose?

[safekeeps]

[She couldn't agree more, at least if you define 'not losing yourself' in a certain way. Not that she will just rejoice and yell that out to the rooftops.]

My chicken of mun could decide to not go there after all, for example. [Though Christa - if her mun speaks the truth, that would be enough of a reason to kick her rear and finish that app... Can't leave her alone.] Or to give me at least my name back first thing in that place. [Yes, she's looking at her mun now. ...Who is looking away. Guh.]

[deyseemetrollin]

Must be a verreh good name, eh, sista? [Forgive him. That is a sort of term of respect for him, but his trollish habits don't always translate well with...not trolls.]

Mm, dunno, when I wan' me lil' mun child to do a ting, saying she a wimp best way to make her.

[Shush Uzi.]

[betroth]

Are you intending to cause a lot of trouble for her?

[andallbite]

Somethin' going on that you're not too eager about?

[safekeeps]

[She'll bend down for a moment to get her eyes down to Christa's.] You sure would make this decision with your mun's best interests in mind, wouldn't you? Aren't you just hoping for an echo that informs you about your meaningful death?

[safekeeps]

"Memory loss game."

[She leans back a bit and just you know, looks at him.] That means not remembering anything about your prior life anymore. Having a new one without knowing that there was a different one. In case you couldn't piece that together yourself. [Kinda implying that that is the case?! who knows

she probably assumes that your brain is external and blond and runs around on two legs] ...Though at least that life seems to be real in this game. [Need to find good points about it, because if Christa is there, her decision is made - not that anyone needs to know that.]

[safekeeps]

[Good name... she's not getting into that. It is her name, that's what counts.]

A wimp, huh.

[She's absolutely not above bullying people to get what she wants, stop what she doesn't want and care about people while not caring and making her life easier at the same time. Maybe she should just employ more of that on her mun. Not necessarily with those words, though.]

Lemme venture a guess and say that muns are just rather incompetent as a whole.

[betroth]

[ She instinctively freezes up a little bit, but otherwise stands her ground. ]

N-No. That's not it, Ymir! If it's already decided, then... I have to do what I can. But I —

[ So maybe she's thought about it more than that, what forgetting actually means for her. Or maybe remembering, moreso. ]

[safekeeps]

[Not moving, nope.

Though if that is good or bad is really up to Christa to decide. Close enough for a headbutt, they are.] Shouldn't doing what you can include not just doing what you think others expect you to do, for once? [Okay, moving after all, putting a palm against Christa's forehead and getting a bit closer, resting her own forehead against her wrist. Not quite touching still, but very close.] New name, new surroundings, new life, sounds familiar somehow. [It's frustrating sometimes, that feeling that every time she thought that Christa took a step forward she realizes that she seems to only have sidestepped changing her mindset.] And maybe your mun will be good to you and decide to take that suicidal streak out of you, who knows. [She sure would think that that might be the one good point of that place. Not that it changes her general opinion on muns.]

[beschutzer]

Ymir, that's awful! How long would it take before you'd get your name back...?

[deyseemetrollin]

Well, me did call her a pussy, once. But dat sorta flew over her head because she got one o' dem. [He chuckles, amused at the joke he's made more than anything else.]

Dey be product o' de world dey live in, joo know? Ain't no monsters an' gods fo' dem to fight 'cept in dere own noggins. [No, he's not entirely sure what Ymir is, but he can guess she's a warrior, and if her gruff behavior is anything to go by, a jaded one.] And dem wars only be wit otha' humans...tho' joo get anyting smart enough usin' thumbs, I start to tink dey become monsters.

[safekeeps]

Who knows. Considering that this "mun" moron has already made a list of things that she wants to give back to me, and memories are hardly among them, probably a while.

[She hates to think how long she would be basically not herself at all. Human, which is better, but... No, not fond of losing herself at all.]

Seems like I'd get your name first thing in the morning, though. [She grins and leans over, ruffling her hair just a tad too forcefully.] Plus your face. I'm sure I'll think an angel blinded me.

[safekeeps]

[Opinion of you: ↓

How old are you, thinking that is funny. Though. A bit of trolling cannot hurt, even if it is the lowest class of trolling.] Try calling her a dick next time, then.

[That whole wars and monsters thing - she could comment on humans and titans and philosophize who the real monsters are and such, but we don't know enough about what the fuck she knows yet so she won't because her mun cannot provide; not even getting into how she'd probably not let such knowledge on even with an outcanoner - is one thing. But.] Even those wars that they have, seems to me like they tend to happen far away from where those muns live. [Sounds like good places to her. She'd like to get Christa there, but then she assumes that her friend would only run after the next chance to get into trouble anyway.]

[beschutzer]

Oh! [She blinks, then looks away, scowling a little as she pulls back.] Oof. Be serious...

This is so unfair. I know how important your identity is to you, and it shouldn't just be pushed aside for my sake, or anyone else's... [politely ignores mun's enthusiastic commentary on the matter and the "cuteness" thereof.] If I could help you, I would! I wish there was something I could do from here.

[safekeeps]

You can talk to her and try to make her get what a dumb idea it is to send me there.

[If Christa moves away she will just use the movement to shift her hand so she can have some of Christa's hair slide through her fingers with that movement. Teasing still? Maybe.] I'm sure she will listen to a 'goddess'.

[deyseemetrollin]

[He is a troll and he is a dad. He has that weird dad humor sometimes.] Hehe. I hafta see.

Ya. So, de can be... mm, what dat word me mun use...shy? When joo can elect not to be in a...well danja ain't de word...uncomfo'table? [It's amazing how much those big ears flop and twitch when he nods.] Joo avoid it. Dat includes de fear o' bein' judged which come ta talkin' wit anybody.

[He's going off his mun, of course. Who doesn't really agree with him on any of that.]

[beschutzer]

Ymirrr... [She squirms.] I don't know if it works that way! [Does it? This meta thing is confusing!]

[After a moment of huffily indulging her, she catches her hand, staring at Ymir intently.] I want you to be able to forge your own path still and live for yourself, even if you can't remember everything... Even with different memories, I know you'll still be you! And the other me can help you do that! [She nods resolutely.] So it'll be okay!

[safekeeps]

[That would be a nice thought. Really.

Too bad Ymir is rather fond of sticking with reality. Or that's what she'd call it.] You do realize that memories shape "who we are", so we cannot live as ourselves if we don't have them. [She's mostly being sharp because she gets the impression that Christa, rather than being simply naive, is putting on that front to be encouraging.

Which. Nope.] Though living for myself should technically be easier with that set of memories.

[safekeeps]

People can be shy in all kinds of situations. [She miiiiiight have a specific person in mind here.] Probably only works out properly if you have someone to latch onto and use their straightforwardness as an anchor. [he shrug basically says that she doesn't think much of that character trait at all. Except for maybe it being useful if you want those people to do something for you.]

[beschutzer]

[Her shoulders droop a little at that, but her mouth is set in a stubborn line.] You said you'll be able to get them back though, right? So, we'll- well, you guys- should be able to put everything together! It could take some time, but... I can't imagine you being erased that easily! We wouldn't let it come to that, okay?!

Even if it happens gradually, it still counts! You wouldn't stop being Ymir either way, and you'll be able to retake your name! [She crosses her arms.] Even if you forget it, I bet I'll remember.

[safekeeps]

Seems like some others got a headstart on that whole getting their memories back thing. [Which technically wouldn't be a problem if Reiner and Bertholdt weren't among those people.

Yeah.] Maybe they already know my name

[beschutzer]

Really? That's a relief! [...Sort of. That could be complicated, depending on who it is. But even after everything that's happened, their comrades would be able to put it aside when they're trapped in an unfamiliar place, right...?]

So, while you're all getting situated, you'll be able to help each other out... See, Ymir? You'll be back to your old self in no time! Maybe it'll be a fresh start after all!

[safekeeps]

[She makes a facial expression that equals a snort at that. Stop being so ridiculously naive optimistic.

Which brings her to a completely different topic.] So how about you?

[andallbite]

I could've figured that out on my own.

[ don't start assuming, Ymir!! jeez. ]

... "Real"? How's that make any difference how good or bad that is? It's pretty shitty no matter how you cut it.