[CLOSED] The March of the March

[bowtography]

WHO: March 7th, various.
WHAT: Various shenanigans (feel free to pm me for a starter!)
WHERE: Many places
WHEN: March 2024
WARNINGS: None yet!

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[bowtography]

Yeah... So I guess we're here until we accomplish the mission.

[ The very long mission, maybe. ]

[gundemn]

Or die trying.

[ It's a futile mission. He simply wants to run away and not deal with it. ]

[bowtography]

We're not going to die! I'm great at protecting people!! And I have way too much to do!

[ Ah, yes. "Way too much to do." Definitely something that keeps death at bay. ]

[gundemn]

[ Sorry March, he's going to laugh, but he can see in her eyes a zeal for life. ]

Good luck with that. Alright, last question.

[bowtography]

[ NO DYING BEFORE GREEN TEA CAKE, ELAN!! ]

Right, mm... what's your biggest goal for the future?

[gundemn]

Not dying would be a good start.

[ Does that count as a goal? Hopes and dreams are for people who have their whole lives ahead of them! ]

[bowtography]

I mean, that's not really a goal, is it? Isn't that just more of a given? There's nothing else you want to do?

[ She is giving him a concerned look. ]

[gundemn]

[ He knows how it sounds. Pretty pathetic to not have a goal outside of survival, the last person to point it out to him looked at him with more disdain than concern. The constant threats to his life aside, he had been trying to figure out what he wanted to do until he was brought here, rendering it pointless. ]

I can't exactly travel Earth even if I wanted to. Blame LILITH!

[ Elan shrugs exaggeratedly. Not his fault LILITH is a destroyer of hopes and dreams. ]

[bowtography]

When it's all said and done, I bet you could! Traveling's a great goal!

[ And maybe other Earths are better for sight-seeing... ]

[gundemn]

Sure, I guess.

[ He hums noncommittally. He's not planning to die before he makes it out of here, but a future isn't something he'll take for granted. 'When all's said and done' could be a long time coming. Anyway, that's the end of his questioning. ]

What is it you want to do?

[bowtography]

Regain all my memories.

[ Promptly. No hesitation. Sometimes a girl just knows what she wants. ]

And make a bunch of new ones, of course.

[gundemn]

[ He looks at her with sudden curiosity. ]

What happened to your memories?

[bowtography]

They were... sealed, I think?

[ That's a little more uncertain. ]

I got found floating in space and when I woke up, I couldn't remember a thing--not how I got there, not my past, not even my name. I found out recently apparently it was caused by something deliberately.

[gundemn]

Did you crash your ship into an asteroid or something? You're lucky you survived.

[ He replies cheekily, though maybe he shouldn't be joking around because memory loss does suck. He would know. ]

[bowtography]

No, I was floating naked in a block of ice.

[ matter-of-factly. ]

[gundemn]

[ TMI. ]

How would you even start getting them back?

[bowtography]

Well, if I can get to the bottom of how I lost them in the first place, maybe I can find a way to reverse it. Or something like that.

[gundemn]

That's going to be a long shot.

[ Space is a large place to be searching for memories. ]

[bowtography]

Maybe so, but long shots don't scare me.

[ What is she supposed to do, just give up? ]

[gundemn]

[ Seeing her so determined makes him feel some way. He's never thought getting his memories back to be realistic. Elan turns away and sighs, hands in his pockets. ]

Have fun with that. Not that I could tell you where to begin. For what it's worth, I don't remember much about my past either.

[bowtography]

... What, really?

[ It's not really something she comes across that often, so just that is enough to pique her interest, and March ducks back into his view whether he wants it or not. Sorry, Elan. ]

Do you know... um, how you lost your memories?

[ Bonk on the head? ]

[gundemn]

[ That's okay, he will remove himself from her view by walking off, raising a hand in the air to wave goodbye. ]

I said three questions, remember?

[ Which means he can run away from further questioning! ]

[bowtography]

Oh, come on!!

[ YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER, SIR!! ]