001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions

[crimsonmischief]

[The handwriting appearing across the page was a messy scrawl, one that you would perhaps see from a scientist, if said scientist was forced to take up calligraphy lessons because someone had gotten tired of trying to decipher his illegible scribbles. The lessons were perhaps not a success in the conventional sense as the handwriting was far from elegant, but at least people could now actually read what was being written.]

I must say that hatching out of a cocoon is not something I’ve ever experienced before, or at least, it’s not something I think I’ve ever experienced before~! I’m not sure if I would ever want to be born in such a way again. Once makes for an interesting experience, more than that makes for…

[Some ink splotches appeared on the page as the writer tapped the pen absent-mindedly while searching for the phrase he wanted.]

A bad habit! And one must be careful not to accumulate too many of them~

To the dearest Dash-kun who was there to greet the newborn me and explain this extraordinary world, you have Crimson’s thanks~♥! As for the rest of you... Won’t you come introduce yourself to your newest neighbor~?

Assuming of course, that this journal does really work as it's been said to work.

Comments

He can't help himself, I'm sorry.

[spandexisyouth]

You are figuring things out? Or do you have questions? I have some answers though I do not have that many. Sometimes questions can be dangerous but mostly to people who are trying to answer them.

This means that there are many things to be wary of, including apples that are not apples! But do not worry about the boy named Apple. He is very nice.

lol, Crimson's adaptable

[crimsonmischief]

Ahh... Apples? And why would finding out answers be dangerous?

Struck out rather quickly, once he's sure Crimson's had a chance to read.

[spandexisyouth]

Yes. They are called apples but they are not really apples.

Why were your memories taken away? There are a lot of whys that we do not have answers to. Information is something that must be gathered with care, and then a lot of grains of salt. I do not know why salt is needed but it keeps being mentioned. If you think you know something, you might be right and you might be wrong. And too much right will get you killed. You come back, but you will be missing even more memory.

Copying Youth.

[crimsonmischief]

How very odd~

So the more answers you get right, the more danger you are in.

[spandexisyouth]

Exactly.

[crimsonmischief]

Is it a natural occurrence or is there some specific organization or individual behind the deaths of this kind?

[spandexisyouth]

I will not answer that. I am sorry. Watch the journals for answers on that.

[crimsonmischief]

Ah, it's all right! Thank you for telling me as much as you have and I'll be sure to follow your advice.

[spandexisyouth]

You are welcome! If you have other questions in the future, especially safe ones, I do not mind answering what ones I can.

[crimsonmischief]

Perhaps we could meet in person some time so as to be able to put faces to names?

[spandexisyouth]

Yes! Let us do this!

[crimsonmischief]

When's a good time for you?

[spandexisyouth]

My afternoons are the best!

[crimsonmischief]

Then perhaps tomorrow afternoon~?

[spandexisyouth]

Yes! Let us meet in the Scavenger's Yard, if that is good for you.

[crimsonmischief]

It works for me! I'll be the sandy-haired man with rugged good looks~

[spandexisyouth]

I will be the one in green spandex with black hair and black eyebrows!

[crimsonmischief]

I'll be sure to keep an eye out for anyone matching that description~!