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[hatesthefood]

There's a pop, then a splash as a masked brunette fell on his hands and knees in the fountain. A muffled curse could be heard from behind the half-mask before he looked up, reaching up to carefully brush dripping hair from his face before he looked back to make sure he still had his gloves in their best shape.

"... good job. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

[ooc: Here's Ken back in the City. His memories are very much subdued and can and will be pulled back to the surface if jogged in the right way.]

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[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[And three, two, one...]

...Ken?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

*there's a pause, then the sound of someone fumbling*

.... okaaaay, this isn't what I should be carrying. Hello?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

You are back.

Where are you, Siberian?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... Mamoru?

What do you mean, back?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

In the City.

You don't remember. Stay there.

[Private//Unhackable]

She's Fuu. She was a friend of Umi's.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... okaaay.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[Annnd give him 5 minutes. He's there.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Have one KB Siberian in full gear, the mask still hiding half of his face as he watched the newcomer.]

I'll be damned. It really is Mamoru Takatori. How's life?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[Annnnd have one Mamoru, crossing his arms and looking back at him.]

More or less the same. How's England?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Ken has to smile at that, not that Mamoru could see.]

Cloudy sometimes and the food isn't that good. Not too bad otherwise.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Playing for Manchester United yet?

[Hey he's almost joking!]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[That pulls a laugh from him.]

Hardly, though I watch as often as possible. My talents lie elsewhere now, I think.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[Looooooong pause.]

Come on. I'll show you where you live. Maybe Gent or Bandit will snap you out of it.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He reaches up and brushes the hair out of his face again]

....I really have no idea what you're talking about here. I've never been here before.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Come with me.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Shrugging, he settles in behind Mamoru, looking around as they walk.]

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[Mamoru leads him to an apartment which is undeniably his. A cat and dog who clearly know him, not to mention soccer posters, Bugh Nuks hidden under the bed, plenty of clothing in his size...]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Ken takes his time to look everything over closely, even going through the closet. When he comes out, he looks at Mamoru, expression carefully unreadable.]

... I have never been here before. If I had been, I would remember this. I mean, me? Owning a cat?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

His name is Gentian.

[That should say it all.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[There's no mistaking the surprise in Ken's eyes this time. Sighing softly, he reaches up to slide the mask down, finally revealing his face. He's grown a little more and his face is a little more angular, but it's still Ken.]

... okay. If this is all real and true, then why don't I remember?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Because of Sin's toxin the City. It does this, sometimes. Takes your memories. They might come back. They might not.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Well, that's nice of it. Okay, so, how do I get back?

[The old Ken would've been pacing by now, all barely contained energy but this Ken remained still and watchful.]

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

You don't.

[Simply. Mamoru is holding still, meeting his eyes.] Simply put, we're stuck here.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[He smiles faintly, shaking his head before he moves to sit on the couch. The gloves come off a moment later and he takes the time to check them over before he looks back up.]

You sure it's not a dream or something?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Positive.

[Quietly. He wants to tell Ken -- but there's no point, now. They're no longer together.] They're fed and watered for the night. They prefer you. There's a spare key -- well, you'll find it. You hid it.