Got tired of my job. All those other patrolmen take the job way too seriously. Yeah, it's important, but being so anally by-the-book isn't good for the job, either.

Whatever. Met some chick who wanted to the job as soon as I quit. She's apparently new and was looking for a job. Told her about quitting mine and it was pretty obvious she was interested in it.

Whatever. I get back to the life of a bum and there aren't any fewer patrolmen than before. Evens out.

Pounding on those ridiculous melons was anything but a good time. Seems like they require damn stupid requirements and more luck than I've got. Eh, memories or not, screw that. Not like eating them's all that important for me, either.

...Man, it's been boring here. Getting one-upped by fruit sure as Hell didn't fix that any. I need something to do.

Hey, you, that...'extreme' guy. I never caught your name. After thinking about it, boxing doesn't sound like a half bad waste of time.

Is anyone else in that? That guy better not be the only person in his own club. Even a face that ridiculous would get boring to pound on after a while.

*Can be found outside laying on the wharf, napping in the sun before and after the entry.*

Eh? First the bouncing, now everyone's complaining about the food? C'mon, people. Get a grip. I've been eating and I'm feelin' fine.

((At this point Sol's pretty well aware that his body is a lot more durable than an ordinary person's (like, say, jumping out an eight-story window without any problem) and he also doesn't eat much in the first place (Hell, he technically probably doesn't need to eat, period.) so...he's just being an ass out of boredom.))

Bitch, bitch, bitch. Why don't you people take some control and actually DO something for once instead of just complaining?

*Jumps out his window--what do you mean 'he's on the eighth floor'? Pfft, you don't know Sol--and laughs like a lunatic all the way to the ground. Lands and brushes off dirt from his pants. Smirks, and heads to the park to take a nap on a bench.*

Despite enjoying the free life of a lazy bum, I've got myself a job now. Saw an opening for a patrolman and I figured their work depends on people causing trouble, so I should still have plenty of free time; so long as people aren't more stupid than usual, anyways.

I've gotten pretty fond of this place so I wouldn't mind keeping people from trashing it. Laid-back and relaxing, so I sure as Hell don't want people blowing it up.

Besides, the thought of getting to beat morons in the face now and again is fairly appealing. 'Course, whether I do it or not depends on how...bored I am at the time.

Figured I'd get myself a sword for the Hell of it. I'm pretty confident that I could just pound the morons' faces in or occasionally set them on fire, but having one in hand feels normal. Wish they came bigger or heavier, though. I can hold this thing in one hand like nothing.

...Got some books on magic, too. Alchemy, in particular. Got 'em about an hour ago. May as well see if it helps me get better at controlling this fire. Already read the first one and it was so basic that it didn't help a bit. Oh well.

[Mods, please deduct $60 for the purchase of a steel two-handed sword and $45 for Beginner's, Intermediate, and Advanced Alchemy.]

Everyone's back to normal. Guess everyone whining about being stuck in someone else's body forever must feel like real asses.

The week wasn't anywhere near as bad as all those people freaking out wanted to make it seem. Guess I should be grateful I got switched with someone as level-headed as myself, eh?

...Finally got some memories.

Pretty weird, though; never thought I'd be the type to go out of my way to save a girl. I'm not any knight, you know.

...She was also pretty strange-looking. For some reason, though, I didn't feel surprise when I saw her. Weird.

Also got another one, which seems pretty amusing. Apparently I do have control over magic. Fire, in particular, which is damn entertaining. It seems to be some sort of fighting move. Wouldn't have guessed I'd be the type to bother with fighting, since I'm so laid back but...eh, I guess that explains why I'm so buff. Seems to be one of a lot, since I remember using a lot of different things in my memory, but just not HOW to use them.

So, I'm gonna go screw around with this thing.

[Private; hard to hack]

Something about fighting that girl made me feel...guilty. Strange. Actually, just seeing the chick made me feel guilty. What the Hell?

...And something inside me got really excited remembering that fight and remembering my move. Bah, this is annoying.

((Note: Sol is now outside (and outside of town, to avoid damaging anything...for his own safety.) trying out the skill he relearned. It's called Gunflame, but since he says it so fast and excitedly, it sounds more like he's shouting 'GURLFREN'. Seriously, he does that in the game. It's basically a spiral of fire about 5 feet wide and travels forward about 8 feet before disappearing.))

And here I thought I was too lazy to tick off the higher powers around here. Guess even they get bored, eh?

...Don't get the commotion, though. Pretty stupid to flip out like everyone is. This crap lasts days or weeks from everything I heard, so I don't see why anyone would think this is any different. Guess that math blowhard was more right about the brains around here than even I thought.

Though, guess I am...'happy', for a lack of a better word, about not getting too screwed body-wise. Aside from the wings, this guy's normal and...a guy.

...It also seems we get some of the body's memories. The people in the images are far too similar to this body to be coincidence.

Eh, whatever. It'll be over in a week. I bet on it.

Who was the brilliant jackass that destroyed my door?

...I don't know my roommate too well but he sure as Hell better not be stupid enough to destroy his own door.

What a pain in the ass. It's already hard enough to sleep in that room with someone else there.

...More of a reason to keep on spending most of my time outsides, I guess.

((FYI: His roommate is Gokudera. They haven't actually talked yet, but, eh, they've got to have seen each other now and again.))

Obnoxious women in their underwear, a sentient island, and more noise than I'd ever care to hear.

Shoulda known having free food and a place to sleep were too damn good to be true.

Haven't learned anything useful, either. The bookstore would need money I don't have, but the library's resources seemed lacking in specific information. General occult crap here and there, but I don't want to learn about alchemy or possession. Manipulating elements and creating and powering machinery is what I need. Waiting for some memories may help; may explain my strong interest in this crap. Course, anyone skilled with either can give my a few pointers or point me towards a particular book.

...The only thing I had on me when I came here was this CD. The case and the disc itself are completely blank, except for the word 'QUEEN' scratched onto the case.

Does ANYONE here have anything capable of playing a CD?

[Filtered; Private]

Alright, I got a CD and this damned headband. It's hard, heavy, made of metal, and definitely more than just an accessory. I want to try taking it off and see what it is and if it's covering something, but my body seems to reflexively despise and fear the idea of removing it. My hand gets near it, my hand freezes. I think about removing it, I get chills.

...But there's a part of me that wants it off. Something I'm unconsciously attempting to keep hidden and under control.

The sensations just make me all the more curious.

Eh, guess I should wait for some memories before trying anything possibly dangerous.

It's like this place is doing what it can to keep people from learning about it.

No matter what I tried or how hard I hit it, I couldn't get one of the vending machines to open; I ended up kicking it and knocking it over.

...Now they've disappeared. This is ticking me off. *cracks neck*

Does anyone know how exactly magic behaves around here? Or at least some sort of information about it?

[To Vash, but he's not exactly keeping others from hearing]

Hey, the machine wasn't all that heavy. I got it off you. Your spine should be intact.

This place isn't all that bad. Apparently everyone has amnesia, but it also seems to wane after time. Free food and a place to rest'll make the time go by quicker; the people here have been decent so far, even if fairly weird.

This place is littered with vending machines. Supposedly they're somehow...powered by magic, since they're capable of producing anything ask of them.

...Strange. I've got such a strong urge to tear one apart and see how they work. I wonder if that speaks anything of me from before?

I've checked out the apartments here. Apparently I'm rooming with someone named Hayato. Haven't met him yet; hopefully he's decent...or at least quiet.

Mmm. Nice day.

…Not sure where I am or what I was doing, but no reason to fret over nothing. I can’t remember the last time I saw a place so bright or green…then again, I can’t seem to remember anything right now.

Weird.

For anyone interested, the name’s…Sol? Sol. Anyone wanting to lend a hand to a guy with amnesia or just make small talk, go ahead. Otherwise, I’m gonna take a rest.

*Is lying in the shade of a tree, with his head resting on a root.*

((OOC: Sol's outside, obviously; he just appeared there and hasn't really bothered to...look around. He's lazy and will wait for someone to stumble onto him and help him rather than go lookin

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