@yeahgen
These flashes of memory are annoying, and more confusing than helpful. Homework, bodies, Yagen... It’s strange, how they feel like memories, but nothing seems to quite fit. That’s not his life, and yet...
Well, it gives the mysterious voice on his phone some credibility, at least. He can’t rule out that the memories are false, either, but after having to spray down a ghostly version of himself with a broken toilet, he’s not exactly feeling skeptical about this one.
“...ya gotta be kiddin’ me.”
A fresh glance to his phone, and the dot that’s supposed to mark his double has moved outside the city. The last time he’d looked it was flitting about somewhere in Fibonacci--where he found himself wandering now, if a bit precariously.
That’s probably the problem. Being unfamiliar with the descent, travel is more than a little slow, on top of having no idea which level to even begin looking at. Jeez... but outside the city? Even with the new information on his phone, the idea of venturing too far is not a promising one.
At the very least, he won’t do it alone. Annoyed at this setback, he finds a spot out of the way of foot traffic to start typing a message.
To: Yagen From: Fudou
[txt] where are you [txt] i might need another set of eyes for this one
