Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

Comments

[icysemblance]

It's been a long time since I've seen her. I figured she'd want to know -

[...what I'm doing to get out of here...]

- how I've been, you know?

[A nod.]

I'm sure you do. Is she a friend, then?

[charcoalfeather]

I... I can't remember.

[Like always. Memory fragments and all that good stuff.]

All I know is that, Reki - that person - she helped me. And, she had wings like I do too!

[And she probably bit her thumb off. She'll need to apologize for that.]

[icysemblance]

That probably means you're friends.

[Hey, could be worse.]

And I'm sure she'd like to hear from you, regardless.

[charcoalfeather]

[Was it that simple? A frown crossed Rakka's face as she considered otherwise... but she relented in the end. It couldn't be that Reki didn't care about her. She'd proved that in her memory.]

Probably. I feel that she's like a friend to me, no matter what I saw. And she helped me, anyways.

[...She perks up a bit, looking a little sheepish.]

S-sorry. I'm probably talking too much.

[icysemblance]

Yep. She's definitely your friend, then.

[Weiss smiles, and shakes her head.]

Not at all. I like hearing about different places.

[charcoalfeather]

Hehehe.... [Her laughter peters off a bit as she continues to scribble down her letter. Words were coming... a little easier.]

Umm, well... I'm sorry. There's not much that I can tell you about it, anyways. I can't remember most of it.

[icysemblance]

I'm sure your memory will come back in time.

[Weiss thinks for a second.]

Do you want to hear about my world?

[charcoalfeather]

Huh? Your world? [Well... As long as Weiss was offering, how could she resist such an offer? It would make up for her lack of knowledge.]

...Sure!

[icysemblance]

All right.

[Weiss settles back in her chair a little.]

I'm from a place called Remnant. The world is divided into four kingdoms - Atlas, the one I'm from, Vale, where I go to school, Mistral, and Vacuo. The four kingdoms were settled after a war, but my memory's still a little fuzzy on the subject of the war itself.

One thing that I do remember clearly is that because a lot of things with color - art, music, poetry - were destroyed during the war, parents started giving their children color words for names, in order to replace the color that was lost.

[one chunk at a time.]

[charcoalfeather]

.....Whoa...

[A quiet exclamation of wonder out of Rakka. There it was, yet another fantasy world with kingdoms.

Something clicks with her.]

So, you're name is a...

[icysemblance]

[Weiss nods.]

'Weiss' is another word for 'white'. My teammates' names are colors, too - Ruby's red, Blake's black, Yang's yellow.

[charcoalfeather]

Ruby, Blake, and Yang...

[She's listening intently now.]

Wait. You were in a team?