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Cat people. Really. The island was first populated by cats when she first arrived.
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Does anyone else think she's screwing with us? That she found out about the diary entries we, ah-hem, appropriated and left this page lying about as some sort of odd prank? There doesn't seem to be anything else of interest on this page aside from the anthropomorphic kitties.
( Entries 1-3 )
Public Service Announcement:
It has been brought to my attention that the shopkeepers of Memento Eden are, and have always been, winged humanoid cats. I did not know this despite playing here for a year and a half. So I suspect a lot of other people do not know this, either. Apologies for any confusion. Please disregard this post unless you wish to discuss the other journal entries. Thanks!
((Was gonna do a long, well thought out post, but it's a total copout instead, sorry. =( ))
Were there more . . . ?
Cless Alvein, Mint Adnade, Arche Klaine . . . And Suzu. Suzu Fujibayashi. A heroic young ninja from the hidden village of Japon. I don't recall if she'd accompanied us on our journey, but. I seem to remember this girl with a fair bit of fondness. As well as . . . Chester Barklight. A blue-haired young man, a friend of Cless and Mint's whom we didn't meet until . . .
Until . . .
Until we'd returned to the future?! WHAT?! That can't possibly be right. Cless and Mint -- I remember them coming to me after my classes one day. I remember thinking it was a decidedly odd request, but they insisted that they were gathering magic users in order . . . in order to bring them back to the future to save their friend, Chester, from . . . from a sealed evil that was threatening to destroy the world, past, present, and future . . . What in the name of Yggdrasil? And . . . And I agreed! Why on Aselia would I agree to something like that?! I must've been out of my mind! What sort of proof did they show me? What was I thinking?!
Ah! Perhaps I'm merely remembering a game we played. A skit we carried out. That must be it . . .
A sealed evil . . . An evil that threatened past, present, and future. Ridiculous. R-Right?
I understand that the number of students in class has been slowly dwindling day by day. This does not, however, mean that you can merely skip school at your leisure and believe I won't notice. Emil? I'm afraid this applies to you.
New arrivals -- Takeru, Taichi, Alphonse, Jaime . . . You are welcome to attend if you wish. I am the instructor of Home Economics, Professor Klarth F. Lester.
((3% from Halloween spent, 14% memory regain total, 0% remaining. 1% on possible party member Suzu Fujibayashi, 1% on latecomer Chester Barklight, 1% on the initial meeting between himself, Cless, and Mint.))
This is it. This is precisely the knowledge that I needed.
A magical beast -- Is there a magical beast somewhere? Professor Mokona! Uh. Demon! Demoness?! Is that surly angel still around? Oh, Erk! Do you still turn into a cat?!
((1% regained on his ability to do oddly large amounts of damage by slamming books on people. Just kidding. 1% regained on the knowledge that Summoning is not restricted to Summon Spirits, more specifically, that he could formerly call Gremlins and a Gigantic Lizard Of Some Sort. 1% regained on the usage of the pact rings in the summoning process. 11% memory regain total, 0% remaining.))
Cless Alvein. Mint Adnade. Arche Klaine.
And with these names, faces and a memory. A young man, blonde, dressed in gleaming white armor and a red cloak. He is kneeling, smiling encouragingly to the girl lying at his feet, the two of them before a massive tree, so large that its branches seem to fill up the entire sky. She wears the cap of a healer, a jewel-tipped staff held in her hands as tears run down her face. All branches of magic are forbidden to the full-blooded human, but nonetheless, the staff glows with power, and I am convinced that she has just performed a miracle. A short distance away is an elf -- she claps her hands together as she stares at the tree, bouncing atop a broomstick hovering 6 feet in the air. A stereotypical image of a witch, but she is far too cheerful. Her hair is a ridiculous shade of pink.
I stare in awe at the tree as well, a book lying open in my hands. Not one of my summoning tools -- The page lies open to a sketch of the tree in question. And a name. Yggdrasil.
These . . . I suppose they were my friends.
I appear to have received yet another ring as my 'item from home'. Fair enough, I suppose, though this one appears to be quite a bit different. It might just be a ring. Nothing special about it at --
[There is a sudden whoosh sound and an outraged cry following immediately after.]
AAAAAAAAUGGGH! FIRE! AGAIN! must . . . roll away . . . from precious . . . research . . .
[There is a thumping sound as Klarth stops, drops, and rolls out of his room and down several flights of stairs.]
((3% from Memory Raffle used on the names and appearances of his first three party members. 1% from Tanabata used on the resurrection of Yggdrasil. 9% memory regain total. Klarth has received the Sorceror's Ring, which shoots energy that tends to set things on fire and which should be familiar to some of the other Tales characters.))
A ball, huh . . . ? Seems like it's all anyone's taking about these days. Guess people'll grab at whatever little bit of excitement they can get.
These sort of events aren't really the sort of thing I'd normally be interested in, but the rewards sound pretty nice. I'd rather not go alone if I can help it, though -- Any takers? So long as you're female, above the age of 18, and preferably human-esque, I'm not too picky at this point. Most of you've probably made plans already.
[filtered to Terra]
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. . . Uh. Terra. I-If you don't mind my asking. And if no one else has asked you already. Also if you're not busy. And if it happens that you might possibly feel like it. Also . . .
Huh. Hang on, I had a speech or something along those lines memorized, but I seem to have forgotten it somewhere in my brain. That doesn't really make sense. Forgotten it somewhere.
Ah-hem. Would you care to go to the ball with me?
((Klarth is not at all in his usual spirits for some unknown reason. Feel free to notice. I am aware that Terra has already made plans. I think.))
Right. Completely forgot about this in all the excitement. Can't really blame a fellow, you know. . . . Have classes ended yet? No? Well, then, I'll be in first thing tomorrow. You haven't all been coming and waiting for me to show up everyday, have you?
Anyway, your final exam projects were due . . . about three weeks ago, I believe. No more extensions for anyone
On a separate note, has Professor Itoshiki taken ill lately?
Good old Memento Eden, huh. I gather from the sea of general surprise and amazement that I'm caught up in some time traveling event or other.
Now if I was smart, I'd write out my life history and save myself the trouble of having to remember things as I go along -- But ten to one that would cause some sort of time paradox and screw up the world. Dhaos had enough fun with that business, thanks very much. Though on the flip side, maybe Cless and the others would have to come find me again. Heh. Anyway, I've got some better things to do with my time. Namely . . .
Guardian of all space and dimensions, ruler o'er the ever flowing stream of time, I call thee forth from the ether in which you wait. On the binding magic of this ring the pact was made -- Heed the call of the summoner, Klarth F. Lester! Origin!
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Demon of the fiery abyss; he who commands the hellfire, I call thee forth on the ring of the pact. I am Klarth F. Lester -- Efreet!
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I thought so. . . . . . No contracts at all. I'll have to start all over again here.
((Klarth is approximately 5 years in his future, from after the end of Tales of Phantasia, Tales of the World: Summoner's Lineage, and Narikiri Dungeon 1. He looks exactly the same; his behavior is a bit more mellow after having settled down with Miranda. The 5% will go towards his full name and everything concerning his occupation.))
It's not even May! What sort of terrible curriculum is this? Summer vacation for a whole three months -- Preposterous! How am I supposed to make anything without any students?! In my day, we got a single day off to celebrate the creation of the world. Maybe a holiday on the side for the founding of your city if you were lucky. Heck, this hardly even counts as summer; the temperature barely goes above 75 every now and then. Real summer comes around when it gets so hot that a minute out in the sun will knock you out and send you straight to the healers. Then maybe we move classes under the shade of a tree.
What? Stop complaining? Why should I? Do I still get paid over the summer? . . . . . . . . . . . ...........
Ehh. Students, though you may have learned almost as much as this class as you did in gym, your final exam will not be waived. In the spirit of home economics, it will be a hands-on project. As for the specifics . . . Surprise me. Bake me cookies. Paint my room a different color. Make me a uniform made of blue and red.
You have two weeks.
Bonus points if you somehow manage to include some of our discussion upon magic theory into the project.
Class, your assignment is to stay indoors and get yourselves a mug of hot chocolate. Automatic F if you don't put in any marshmallows.
In light of recent events that may or may not have happened, in addition to complaints I may or may not be receiving, we will be changing the focus of our class temporarily to self-defense! These classes will be optional. If you feel you are capable of looking after yourself, I shall not hold you to attendance, though I request that you prove it to me in some way or another.
A pre-lesson, if you will: if you ever find yourself in a dangerous position, you must use any and all resources you have. For instance -- a pencil! Your backpack! Or even, a heavy book! Bring an item you believe may be used as a weapon to the next class!
[another poor excuse for anyone to openly sticky]
Ah . . . Good morning . . . everyone . . . *yawn*
First things first . . . if the weather does not permit, we shall meet in our assigned classroom. Otherwise, I intend to meet in this space as often as possible due to spacial constraints. If you have any complaints, you may speak to me after class . . .
This semester, we will be starting off with a short mini-lecture on the basis of magical invocation, as it will be vital to the success of our, ahh . . . handicrafts project that most certainly falls under the scope of Home Economics. In particular, it is of the utmost importance that you have a basic understanding of the fundamental law of magic: namely, that such energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but must be taken from a source and returned to the same source once utilized. Whether this falls under the title of mana, ether, qi, quintessence, etc. is unimportant, as is the source from which it is drawn. Some have the gift of harboring such a reservoir within them, but that is unrelated to the scope of this class.
Now as I understand that this material will be foreign to many of you, I have taken the liberty of scribing the most essential portions for you to browse when you have the time. You'd better read it well. It took all night. I will be taking attendance as I . . . as I hand . . . them . . .
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Why are you all holding hands?
I suppose I managed to accomplish my secondary objective. To the young lady who inquired as to whether or not I was a mage, the answer is a resounding no. Which correlates precisely with the observation that every single one of my tomes is, in fact, a book of magic, because clearly, nothing in this place can ever make sense or else it would spontaneously implode. The only positive that's come out of this so far are the half-dozen magic theory texts currently sitting in my bedroom waiting to be read.
In the meantime, I've signed myself up for a job. What sort of appalling education system allows any random stranger off the street to be qualified to mold the minds of the children? Worked out in my favor, though. I should probably find out what Home Economics is before class starts tomorrow; hold on.
. . . Ah. Here we are. 'A field of formal study including such topics as consumer education, institutional management, interior design, home furnishing, cleaning, handicrafts, sewing, clothing and textiles, cooking, nutrition, food preservation, hygiene, child development, and family relationships.' . . . What? . . . Nutrition? We don't get a choice here! Interior design, cleaning; child de -- I refuse to teach sex ed.
This is ludicrous. I never had to learn any of this in school.
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Listen up, class! We meet in the front of the library tomorrow; it's warm enough. Bring a table saw if you have one. We'll be working on the 'handicrafts' section of this subject from now until . . . I resign, I suppose. Or I die. Don't worry, kids; I'm expecting high blood pressure to kick in any time now.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . Ah.
Huh. This is . . . interesting. I suppose it could be worse. Amnesia in the middle of a volcano. Or the ocean. Somehow, I’m just not really all that surprised. I've definitely done something like this to myself before. But never mind. That's not the issue right now – First step is finding out just where I am. This book in my hand -- maybe it can tell me something. . . . Too dark to read, though. So! Guess my only option is to start walking. I'll need to get out of these woods somehow, after all.
Left foot forward. Right foot forward. Step. Step. Step.
And again. Again.
Again . . . . .
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Hey. Look here. I'm not narrating everything I'm doing for the fun of it. That’s for people who’ve totally lost their minds, and all that's missing from this brilliant piece of work are the memories. This thing is obviously a communication device. Now is someone going to respond anytime soon or am I going to have to sleep out here tonight? If it’s the latter, you'd better hurry on up and say something so I can start making a shelter out of leaves and . . . barks . . . and things. I’m an expert in outdoor survival, you know!