((More of a journal entry in lieu of recent events))
The last thing he remembered before passing out was the fairy. And his knee. He'd passed out again, which was happening a lot. Why did he keep doing that? And it seems like every time he did, some piece of the life he had was broken off of the man he was and returned.
This time, he found himself at a military base. She was there too, Lydia. But she didn't know him. I must have been an earlier time. Before they knew each other. The memories washed over him, and as they did, it became early in the morning.
The first thing he noticed when he awoke wasn't that the fairy was still there. Oh, she certainly was there. Fluttering about aimlessly, like a small child on a sugar rush. The first /important/ thing was that he hadn't bled out from his attempt at fixing himself up. In fact, the wound itself seemed to have gone away, with only a light bruise. The little fairy, catching eye that he was awake and clearly confused fluttered over, lightly tapping the bruise, making it fade.
He just stared in shock. /This/ was not expected, and /not/ something he'd learned from Frhanz. Putting some weight on the leg, and eventually standing up, he felt pretty good. The leg being healed would have been an understatement. He looked at the fairy questioningly, "you did this?" She didn't say anything. She simply stayed by his side. He grumbled a bit. "Well, you have my thanks." He couldn't remember where she'd come from, or why she was sticking around. He just remembered passing out on the couch after a physick backfired.
He got to work on the sketch of Jin'li for Kage. While certainly not one of his "better" works, if one could say his "memory" served him well, the drawing did capture all distinct features and could easily be identified as such. He'd leave the drawing and a small note attached for Kage underneath the door to his room.Â
"Kage, as requested, here's a sketch of the man I know of as 'Jin'li'.
May it be of some use to you.Â
There are some things I'd like to pick up from Frhanz's house in the Black Shroud, and I'll be there for perhaps a sun or two. You know how to contact me, and I can assure you this isn't running away, but I'd rather be....prepared for what may come."
The letter was written in a formal Ishgardian script. His "name", signed in Garlean. Merc figured Kage could fill in the blanks in he needed to get in contact.
The last thing he remembered before passing out was the fairy. And his knee. He'd passed out again, which was happening a lot. Why did he keep doing that? And it seems like every time he did, some piece of the life he had was broken off of the man he was and returned.
This time, he found himself at a military base. She was there too, Lydia. But she didn't know him. I must have been an earlier time. Before they knew each other. The memories washed over him, and as they did, it became early in the morning.
The first thing he noticed when he awoke wasn't that the fairy was still there. Oh, she certainly was there. Fluttering about aimlessly, like a small child on a sugar rush. The first /important/ thing was that he hadn't bled out from his attempt at fixing himself up. In fact, the wound itself seemed to have gone away, with only a light bruise. The little fairy, catching eye that he was awake and clearly confused fluttered over, lightly tapping the bruise, making it fade.
He just stared in shock. /This/ was not expected, and /not/ something he'd learned from Frhanz. Putting some weight on the leg, and eventually standing up, he felt pretty good. The leg being healed would have been an understatement. He looked at the fairy questioningly, "you did this?" She didn't say anything. She simply stayed by his side. He grumbled a bit. "Well, you have my thanks." He couldn't remember where she'd come from, or why she was sticking around. He just remembered passing out on the couch after a physick backfired.
He got to work on the sketch of Jin'li for Kage. While certainly not one of his "better" works, if one could say his "memory" served him well, the drawing did capture all distinct features and could easily be identified as such. He'd leave the drawing and a small note attached for Kage underneath the door to his room.Â
"Kage, as requested, here's a sketch of the man I know of as 'Jin'li'.
May it be of some use to you.Â
There are some things I'd like to pick up from Frhanz's house in the Black Shroud, and I'll be there for perhaps a sun or two. You know how to contact me, and I can assure you this isn't running away, but I'd rather be....prepared for what may come."
The letter was written in a formal Ishgardian script. His "name", signed in Garlean. Merc figured Kage could fill in the blanks in he needed to get in contact.
