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Who: Cygnus and ALL THE PONIES. All of them.
Where: Outside the Cygnus dorms
When: Day 202, late afternoon/early evening
What: ALL THE PONIES

[there is a young lady who may or may not have noticed yet that there are more ponies than usual wandering around. Oddly coloured ones, at that...]

Did I miss something?

((OOC: COME TO ME, PONIES, basically Rin is a horse attractor. It's kind of like how Watanuki gets spirtual beings all up in his personal space, except with less deliciousness and more HEY YOU SEEM INTERESTING.))

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... I have it on good authority that he can take a whole room packed with people punching him in the face, yes.

Well yeah, but—

[wait]

. . . did you remember that . . .

Yep.

. . . what else did you remember.

[Yeah sobers at that.]

... I know the situation around it. You're wings were broken enough by it that we'd considered going back to Winds, so we could keep fighting against the Takeuchi.

I don't know what Winds is.

Fucking Takeuchis. I'll kill 'em both.

No. You shouldn't kill them, just defeat them. The rest is what you have us for.

Ah... Winds is a police force I used to belong to. My brother is in charge of it.

Same difference, I don't mean literally kill 'em. I don't think I could do that.

Huh . . . I don't remember that or your brother yet.

It's all right. It's more, well... defining of my life than yours. I'm really not surprised.

[kinda frowns, backtracks a bit]

You're not killing them either. Either of you.

[Shifts up to look at you. This is a Look that usually only the Ikki back home got.]

...

[that's such a weird look to get . . . ]

What? I mean it.

Mmm, you two can work it out when the time comes.

[he's dismissing the topic . . . ]

Damn right we'll work it out.

[He sure is.]

Hmm.. what else did I remember...

[mental note to BRING IT UP AT SOME OTHER RELEVANT TIME]

You guys win a lot, huh.

... It's more like we play, refusing to lose.

... It's not something I recommend doing, really.

Huh . . .

We're not that crazy. We just don't take most games seriously enough, I think.

That sounds nice though.

I'm not sure memories are really worth some of the games.

They're not.

I wonder ...

If they're real, sometimes.

. . . heh?

Well... here is. I know here is. You feel warm. My ribs still hurt and my knees ache. I can smell something good was cooked recently. The sound of the blankets, your breathing...

This is real. Or it is right now.

... But ... there's no real ... anchor to it, I guess.

I have scars from it, of course, but it's easy to make up a story that explains them.

. . . I think you lost me a little.

It sure as hell feels real to me. All of it, this, the games . . . definitely the painful games . . .

Well... the games are definitely. I'm just not sure about anything we win back.