WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN?

[dousing]

AMNESIA MEME That's right. Somehow, some way, you've forgotten things. Important things. Whether it's a full memory wipe or just some things, whether it's temporary or permanent, whether it's magical, physical, mental, this is where you explore it. Was it an accident? Did someone do it on purpose? How will you remember? Will you ever? Let's find out! • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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[strive]

[The sudden voice startles Prompto as he shoots up straight, hands scrambling to plant themselves on the ground so he doesn't fall over, and it's then that his fingers bump against something cold and hard on the ground. He glances over and sees the gun. Why is that even there? His hand is pulled away like he's just burned himself, cradled in his lap, and Prompto curls in on himself like a wounded, frightened animal as he gazes at the man warily.] I... 'm not feelin', too hot... uh, d'you know how I got here...?

[lackinglight]

[ Oh. This was ... strange? Did the fall make Prompto forget holding him at gunpoint? Perhaps he was blocking it out so he didn't have to face the fact his best friend knocked him off a moving train? It was honestly a question he wondered. ]

Why yes, I came to find you. I'm not sure why everything turned out the way it did, but I wanted to make sure you weren't harmed. After falling off a train, I was afraid you would have been ... well.

[ He held his hand to his chest with a sad sigh. ]

[strive]

[A cold shiver goes right up Prompto's spine, back straightening as his eyes go wide in horror.] I fell off a train--?! [No wonder his whole body hurts. He didn't get hit by a train, he fell off one. But he... doesn't even remember being on a train, let alone falling off one. What was he doing there in the first place? And that gun, could it be his? Or this guy's? Why... he's trying to remember things but the more he does the more his head begins to hurt, and Prompto clutches at his mess of blond hair with a groan as he buries his face against his knees.] This is nuts, what was I even doing? Practicing stunts or something? Ugh, this is so stupid...

[lackinglight]

You... Your best friend pulled a sword on you and you fell. Do you really not remember? ...Oh my. This is terrible.

[ His brows knit in concern. Prompto didn't remember anything? Just how far back did it go? This development wasn't entirely in his plan, but it was usable. Perhaps he could even be useful to Prompto to have things go this way. They have to make way to the seat of the empire. Why no tell the 'truth' of the matter and get Prompto to want this on his own? ]

There was a terrible fight where he started yelling at you and blaming you for something or other. It sounded dreadful.

[strive]

[Best friend-- a face immediately comes to mind followed by a name. At least he hasn't forgotten that, his long term memory seeming to be more than intact, but his face drops in horror as he scrambles to his feet and just gapes at the explanation, ignoring the pain that shoots through his body which causes him to waver for a moment. Noct... Noct did this? He made Noct mad enough to pull a weapon on him and... what did he do?] What-- Wh-what happened? Y-you were there, right? Did I say something bad? Did I piss him off? Why'd Noct...? [His voice is laced with confusion and a bubbling fear. There's so many pieces to this puzzle he can't seem to gather, it's like he's in a huge room trying to snatch at whatever sense he can make, and yet he's not getting any further.]