happiness is bad memory, good health

"Ah, nice to meet you! Unless...we've met before, then good to see you! I'm...not too sure so let me check...Either way, what can I do for you?" Mostly DR0 Spoiler free, but spoilers will be tagged #DR0 Spoilers if not. She's got nothing with her besides a pen and her memory notebook, and she's in E-4, Citizen Rank. Joined 1/2/2014.

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Captured Memories [ Closed // Event ]

Mahiru was sitting in a local cafe. She had a small cup of black tea and a slice of green tea cheese cake drizzled in pineapple syrup. The delectable treats were not the main subject of interest, but what was in her hand? That definitely held a lot of importance.

She worried about why she couldn’t remember the events of this city, besides some very fuzzy things. The recent wave of amnesia that hit her had definitely put her in to distress, yes. What wasn’t taken away though was her precious camera. This definitely was a key to helping her regain her memories with ease. Unfortunately though, it looks like she hadn’t taken many pictures in this city yet. Besides a couple landscape shots here and there, there were a few set of pictures that had caught her eye. 

A girl with long red hair… Holding a notebook… And some of these shots had her and this mysterious person with her? They smiled in some, looked like they were doing something fun in others… They were close, weren’t they? Not like she knew how close, but if she had to guess, she’d say relatively. They even took a couple silly pictures and hugged in some. Despite her memory loss, a smile still appeared on her face.

Mahiru glanced up at the window before her for a sec— Wait.

The redhead glanced from her photos of this supposed friend, then a girl walking down an opposite sidewalk from her.

It’s her!

The photographer didn’t even think on her next action and just sprinted out the cafe towards the girl. When she had finally caught up with her, she panted every now and then as she ran too much to her liking.

"You…! You look familiar…!" Flashing her camera’s gallery of pictures towards the other. This must’ve been quite impulsive, in fact, very rude of her to do, but she was going to scold herself for that later. Right now, she was desperate for answers.

[forgettinghimnot]

Everyone was so...forgetful lately.

It was almost amusing actually! And very confusing. Ryouko's frequent memory wipes guaranteed that she forgot everything but her beloved in about ten minutes if it wasn't immediately relevant to the conversation or event at hand.

Her memory notebook--chock-full of everything of relevance since her stay here and before--was under her arms like always. She hadn't even noticed that the scientists had concocted an experiment since it was no different than her own disorder.

The voice that heralded her suddenly startled the poor girl and she sprang back with a squeak, bringing her notebook up to hide part of her face. The pictures being shown to her caused her red eyes to stretch wide.

"H-Huh? Is that...Me?"

An itching feeling prickled along her neck and she flipped through her journal quickly, slender fingers brushing past each page. A girl with redhair...

Oh. There, taped to a page, was a picture of this very girl. She immediately deduced that she was suffering the same amnesia everyone else had.

"Koizumi-san? Are you all right...? I-It's me, Ryouko!" 

[forgettinghimnot]

"Everyone's got some kind of amnesia...? I thought I was the only person with memory problems..."

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Well, well, well. Matsuda can’t help furrowed brows. And he feels a bit uneasy. That question was a double-edge sword, so he needs to be careful with the response. Tilts head as well. “Don’t be stupid, dung-beetle. Tell me, how have you been since I wasn’t here?”

And of course, he was expecting a repentine change of subject — since she would forget this after a while, but he can’t be completely sure, it has been a while since they both talk. And he’s kind of glad. He can protect her now here.

He gaves a half-hearted laugh. “I’m not mean if it’s the truth, dung-beetle. And I should take those compliments seriosly? I’m not sure if an ugly girl calling me cute would be one.”

Ryouko getting a job would be difficult, but she can do it. But he’s hesitant about it. He rather help her with economical troubles than worrying about her whilst she is working. “Don’t worry about it, I can take care of you now, so I don’t see the problem about it. You already have a lot of freedom around here… kind of.”

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko wasn't totally clueless; she could tell when a subject was being edged around. It wasn't that she didn't trust him entirely, but it was still info she just...wanted to know. She made a small, discreet note in her journal as she answered.

"A-All right, actually! As okay as i can be when you're not around..." She closed one eye as she thought, but like usual her memory didn't conjure up anything of particular note beyond the perpetual unease around Enoshima's name. And the thing with the ghost.

Halfhearted as it was, he laughed, so she gave an excited squeal and pressed her free hand into her mouth, grinning. Usual insults ignored. "Oh! You laughed! I knew you had a cute laugh, Matsuda-kun!" 

That remark though kind of took her aback and prompted her to go quiet. It wasn't that she hadn't been expecting something like it, but...still...

"You'd...really do that for me? I really don't like bothering you all the time, Matsuda-kun..." 

[metagross]

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At the very least, he can say that he’s kind of grateful to interact with someone at all. Just a little. The repetitive and boring dialy basis of Matsuda’s is trivial enough, and he was a bit tired of it. However, this place seems more interesting than Japan. He doesn’t bother thinking hard enough to recall what he did before entering this place, besides playing dead.

"I see. But well, a job’s a job. And they gave me the permission to use their labs with you. How kind. Back to the old times, ugh…" Makes another commentary with a mock tone, he doesn’t really mind about the meritocracy, he mets a great future partner of science there and it’s more than enough.

"Of course, you’re not ugly. You’re the epitome of ugly." Made his way to move a few strands of hair away from his forehead with his hand.

"You? Getting a job? Don’t make me laugh, you know pretty well that you shouldn’t."

And sadly, that’s the truth. He can’t afford to take care of her in a job, it would be particulary hard for the both of them.

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko actually didn't know if she had ever asked this question before or not. She leaned forward slightly and tilted her head, inquisitive. "What are my treatments supposed to be fixing, Matsuda-kun? Does it stop my memory from getting worse?"

Did it really matter? She had no idea, like usual. Spending time with him was her favorite hobby after all. And these appointments were something even he couldn't excuse himself from!

She shut her eyes again and huffed even harder. "You're so meeeean," Ryouko whined. "W-Well, everyone looks ugly compared to you!" Snapped right back to staring at him with doe-eyes, hand on her cheek. "Because you're the cutest guy ever!"

That remark was what she had expected, but still...Ryouko pulled at a strand of red hair, twirling it around her finger. "W-Well I don't really have a choice! You know since...the scientists give you money to start out with, but I have to start making my own sooner or later..."

And she really didn't like imposing on him more than she already did, considering he went out of his way for her enough as it was! 

[carosvojuvac]

The witch's tea party [OPEN]

[carosvojuvac]

The girl seemed incredibly apprehensive. Perhaps rightfully so. Not many people would feel easy around a pair of hulk-like goat butlers that looked as though they’d crawled out of the deepest pits of hell. Oddly enough, their mouths were actually doorways straight to hell. Did she not mention that? Oh well, the more you know!~

The burly pair continued to stare at the girl after confirmation that she would join their mistress. Their eyes unblinking and most likely unnerving. Coming to the realization that perhaps that wasn’t the most comforting thing to an ordinary human, the witch snapped her fingers and the goat servants dissolved into golden sparkles, fading away from existence. As though they were never even there in he first place.. like magic~

"Forgive me if my servants were a bit unsettling. Now come, sit down. Unless you aren’t fond of drinking tea with an elderly woman."

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko stared in shock as the goats vanished suddenly at the woman's command, and if she had possessed any doubts over who was in charge, they were dispelled with that action. She made note of that as well and eventually did indeed sit down, shaking her head at the statement.

"N-No I'm totally fine with that! And them. Um. I just don't...think there was anything like them back in my world..." Not that she recalled at least. Though she was famous for her notoriously awful memory.

Placing her notebook on her lap and leaving the pen caught between the pages, Ryouko lowered her head respectfully, trying not to fidget.

"U-Um--my name's Ryouko Otonashi, it's nice to meet you! Are you maybe a...magician, or s-something...?"

[neuroyasuke-deactivated20140321]

With that expected reaction of Ryouko comes a influx of emotions.  Ah, irritation, he almost wants to mock her; and, if he were completely honest, the thought of Otanashi always brought with it some degree of vexation due to past experiences. Ugly girl, ugly girl. But this time, he let it pass.

Second: Relief, kind of. He’s not really going to explain this strange feeling he’s experiencing

He waves a hand, pulling up his necktie from the fabric of his white (and mess-y) shirt. Bitting it for a slight fix. Then, he stepped back from her, only a few meters from the matress.

He knows his patient very well (and everyone of them, usually), and again, he expected that response. “Yes. Citta JP’s.  Just a bunch of folks trying to find the origins of all of this, and some other things I’m leaving aside because I don’t exactly recall them correctly. You can use a computer or visit a library in order to get more information, you u—…”

He trails off. She didn’t let him continue his talk because she promptly began to throw compliments at him. Sighs.

"Shut up, I don’t need an ugly cheerleader."

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko gasped because the name sparked something very distant in her memory. She took her notebook out again and flipped through it, searching through her carefully catalogged index for the name.

"I've looked them up already!" She exclaimed proudly. "I've heard about JP's and its leader and the meritocracy thing--" Ryouko...wasn't really sure she liked a system built around merit, but it wasn't much different than Hope's Peak itself, really.

But if her darling was for it, how could she object?

The insult caused another upset huff before she lifted her chin and closed her eyes. "Well it's a good thing I'm not ugly, Matsuda-kun!"

His new job was made note of, though, and Ryouko decided to ask a question despite the fact she was expecting to be insulted and belittled.

"Do you think I could get a job too?"

She was smart! Plenty smart! And if they let her check her journal, she could do anything they wanted! 

[neuroyasuke-deactivated20140321]

It’s okay to think bad things are going to happen if Junko Enoshima is the protagonist (or antagonist?) of the situation. However, he can’t blame everything to her because of that. Slight tilts of head whilst she made a move to cry, but then she finally gave a sigh.

He gave a nod. Not saying even a beep, he still casted his glaze upon her. This place is a strange one, firstly… The real Junko Enoshima was wandering around whilst they talk. Now, Otanashi is here too.

Like always, he’s lying to protect her (Now, this is something he’s not going to say openly. Not even in his will). She was in all rights to feel like that, but he just can’t explain it to her. Just try to avoid their interactions. Or keep them to a minimum.

"Don’t eat your head with the subject, dung-beetle." Says, indiferent as always. His digits made his way to her forehead, massaging it to liberate a bit of strain.

"And of course, we still need to treat you. I’ve got a job as a doctor in a company, mind you. And they accepted one of my wishes. I can treat you personally with their equipment. The things that I do for a ugly girl, ugh…" 

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko felt her face immediately turn bright red because--as silly as it would sound--he touched her! And not in a mean way to shove her off for clinging to him either and gosh that was so rare! Immediately, like magic, she perked right back up as if she was a flower in sunshine.

She hummed happily for a moment before his remarks caught her attention. Pressing her hands together, she gasped.

"Matsuda-kun's gotten a job already?!" Of course, she thought near-instantly after. He was so flawless that anyone would be graced to have him work with them! "What company is it? What's it do?"

Placing a hand on her cheek, she went right on gushing, almost not letting him answer because she was rambling for so long.

"You're so cool and talented and I can't believe how nice you are to me and I love you soooo much, Matsuda-kun!"

Casually ignores that insult directed at her in favor of fangirling.

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He took the liberty (well, it his house after all) to walk a bit around the room, not looking at her directly; only a few glances for miliseconds, nothing too long. Indeed that she was making a show of it, okay, Matsuda died, but she doesn’t remember it, right? And in this place he’s alive, and the present it’s the only thing that matters — this is his point of view, of course. Not like he was that glad to be alive, but…

The laziness finally arrived again at Matsuda, jumping onto the bed one more time, streching. He’d like to say he wants to began his life in Hive City as a changed man, but the more things change, the more they stay the same. How ironic.

He has long stopped living for much at all, and it’s the reality.  "You’re being lousy. But anyways… Sorry. To be completely honest… I don’t think something bad is going to happen; for now. Perhaps after a long time, not now. You shouldn’t be worry.”

His tone, indiferent as always. Hand placed in his cheek caused by boredom. Of course he was paying attention to her, more closely than other times (and most because he doesn’t have any other thing to do). He just waited for her answer, again.

[forgettinghimnot]

There was another spark of anger, but it didn't last long, because after a while Ryouko would begin to think that she was at fault and not the other, especially not Matsuda, during moments like this. She looked like she was going to cry for a second but eventually she heaved a sigh. 

"...O-Okay, Matsuda-kun."

Still...That feeling...Anything that lingered beyond her periodic amnesiac stints was surely something to be heeded. But, didn't her darling know more about anything and everything than she did? So she should trust him, right?

Still unusually subdued from her typical bubbly personality, Ryouko fiddled with the edges of her journal. She'd have to get another one soon because this one was getting filled in rather quickly, lately.

"Maybe I still need treatments after all..." And again she knew she'd eventually have to get going because no matter how much she would like it otherwise, Matsuda simply did not let her hang out with him all day for no reason. She was lucky to have his attention this long.

[carosvojuvac]

The witch's tea party [OPEN]

[carosvojuvac]

The Goat servants were very perceptive beings. It was impossible to escape their gaze when the presence of another was near. Though they appeared frightening, they did nothing more than stand there, poised in Buttler like fashion with their eyes eternally glued onto their current target. They never blinked or even breathed, as though they were mere dolls. The sight might have been a bit unsettling to those who see them for the first time, but it was usually a good sign. It meant their target had not been registered as a threat to their master.

The woman who had been enjoying her tea seemed oblivious to the girl’s presence. At least, that was what it would look like from another’s perspective. Her eyes remained closed and she faced an entirely different direction than where the girl stood. Even so, many who confronted Virgilia often felt as though she was staring right at them, regardless of the state of her eyes. She tilted her head up and away from her cup, her lips forming into a small smile as she spoke.

"Would you care to join me, young one? What is a tea party without guests, after all?"

[forgettinghimnot]

...Oh gosh she couldn't tell if this was a bad situation or simply looked like one. It seemed harmless enough. Maybe this woman was from a world where this was normal and everyone had scary monster servants. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

The inquiry made her jump as if struck, and Ryouko gingerly made note of what she was about to do in her journal.

You wandered into a strange tea party in Sector 06, populated by goat-headed butlers and a regal woman, and decided to join her at her invitation. 

It'd be really rude to say no, wouldn't it? Might even upset her. Could upset those staring goats. Could lead to a lot of bad things. So could drinking the tea. A perpetual worrier in unfamiliar situations, Ryouko debated it all before very hesitantly nodding--realized the woman was turned away from her and probably didn't see--and added, "U-Um...okay!"

Wait should she sit down or was she supposed to get an invitation to sit or--Her fingers gripped the edges of her notebook fiercely tight.

[carosvojuvac]

The witch's tea party [OPEN]

Would you doubt the existence of a witch? Not many here would.Hive City was so full of amazing things. So full of wondrous and mysterious things.. To accept the existence of a witch would be commonplace here, wouldn’t it? Of course there were those who would remain skeptical. She would not fault them. They came from worlds where such things were entirely impossible and clung to whatever semblance of rationality they could. There was a saying about people and the unknown, after all. Would you not rather live comfortably than in fear?

The wafting aroma of freshly prepared tea might not have been a common thing in sector oo6, but that might have been due in part to the fact that not many here were tea Connoisseurs. But the scent of tea was not what had been remarkable, but the location of where the scent was coming from. Even in a place like this it might have seemed a bit ridiculous. After all, the sight itself was something like out of a children’s story book.

Burly servants stood there, filling several cups of tea on a table placed neatly atop the hillside, the highest vantage point which sector oo6 had to offer. The servants themselves bared heads not like that of any human’s, but of ebony goats with crimson eyes. They did not speak, blink nor grunt. They were silent, albeit a bit clumsy in handling such fine wares. Two of them in total, with a third person being seated on one end of the table. If they were the servants, then the one sitting at the table was most likely their master.

A woman fair complexion and a regal air about her, dressed in clothing that may have been deemed far too elegant for a simple outdoor outing. Even the chairs and tables upon which she sat felt out of place, yet she sat there. Drinking her tea among inhuman servants as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Not quite a wonderland styled tea party, but it sufficed for her. If only there were an actual party to share her tea with.

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko wasn't sure if her luck was horrible or great, and that wasn't just because she probably didn't remember the circumstances one would use to gauge it.

All she knew was that, impossibly, someone was brewing tea outside in Sector 06 despite the remnants of the cold. It had nothing to do with her, she knew, but some weird compulsion coaxed her into at least checking it out.

Her beloved would certainly chide her for walking into yet another unknown circumstance, but this was typical in the city, to meet others even if technically she'd rather not.

Still, the sight was nothing short of unbelievable, and Ryouko definitely couldn't leave now that the goat butlers were staring at her as if expecting her to do something. They looked frightening, like they could crush her head with one hand. She crept forward uneasily, eyeing them with a wary, placating smile. Her gaze swept across the scene before landing on the woman posed oh-so delicately in this storybook situation she had probably crafted herself.

Now...was she dangerous? That was hard to judge. Ryouko had an alarming note in her journal about not tempting the supernatural, since last time she did, it had led to a terrible run-in with a very scary ghost.

One of the goats kept staring at her so Ryouko skittered nearer to the woman, hiding half her face behind her journal.

"S-S-Sorry if I'm interrupting anything! I just wanted to see what was g-going on over here so if you'll ex-excuse me I'll get out of your way--"

[despairification-blog]

❆ `` SNOWFIGHT { &; ryouko

[despairification-blog]

Hand lunged forwards, gripping Ryouko’s wrist tightly, bringing the girl down to Junko’s own size. No one was above her, not even her own self; memories relapsed, her being was angry— irritated and felt complete annoyance at how simple her wording had been, even bothering to leave hints towards the similarities they both shared.

They were one, sharing the same thoughts and feelings, struggling through the depths of despair. Alas, for Junko she envied the feeling— craving the feelings she wanted most. Boots slammed expressively into the deep snow, causing sparse liquid to meet with the neck of her knee.

With a huff, twintails lunged over the rough of her shoulder; angrily swaying with the movement of her free arm. Sapphire gaze narrowing, aggressively, tauntingly and teasingly preparing herself for sudden onslaught. 

“Don’t you get it?" Words struck as venomous as a snake bite, heavy lid eyes gasping to be noticed. "It makes all the sense in the world! Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m super sick of sugar coating things for everyone!" Explaining this matter had tugged on her last nerve.

“Do you even understand the concept?" Venomous words spilling from her lips, causing nostrils to flare. " … How ridiculous every single person living in this Despairingly nasty city all are?”

[forgettinghimnot]

Ryouko flinched at the sudden grip on her wrist, feeling those nails digging in so viciously, she thought blood would be drawn soon if it continued. She was jerked forward and her eyes snapped open on reflex, staring into that cruel blue gaze, and suddenly everything was so cold, so stiff, frozen solid.

"Pl-Please...You're h-hurting me..."

Those words sank into her skull like icicles, plunging into her mind, and it was getting difficult to think anymore. Her thoughts were scattered, and in that moment she didn't remember anything, not her own name, not where she was, just Enoshima Junko and Despair.

"Yes," the word was ripped from her in a single, pained gasp. "Yes, I know how r-ridiculous this is, everyone is, the Despair--"

But it scared her. Not excited her, no, instead it left a horrible weight on her chest and in her lungs and she wanted to cry. Why did she have to run into Junko of all people?

"B-But it doesn't matter! It doesn't concern me, the Despair has nothing to do with me! I-I just w-want to be with M-Matsuda-kun...!"

[schubertu]

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[forgettinghimnot]

Scarlet [Closed]

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Mahiru’s face was thoughtful, but firm as ever. The fellow redhead did make a good point in this Matsuda guy certainly having a choice of helping, but still. Still, if he had the choice to help her, shouldn’t he also treat her nicer? Otherwise, to her, it was like he was also adding to the problem which was not a-ok in her book. Ohhh, if she ever gets the chance to meet this person, she as going to give him an earful. Love interest of Ryouko or not.

Then again, perhaps she could give Ryouko’s words the benefit of the doubt. That’s what a friend would do, right?

"Uh…" Saying so impulsively, before quickly shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

"Right…. Ryouko-chan." Mahiru supposed she’d go along with Ryouko for now.

The photographer rubbed her neck absentmindedly at the other’s question, but it wasn’t something hard think about.

"Well, that’s an easy one… I can’t stand people with bad manners, but I can’t stand bullying even more! After talking with you for a little, I think it’s even more unfair now you were bullied like that! Some people, I swear."

[forgettinghimnot]

Placated, Ryouko gave a firm nod and just continued to flip pages in her journal. She never thought much of Matsuda's insults, though admittedly she also didn't remember them after about ten minutes or so. It definitely wasn't a healthy relationship--but she didn't know that.

Nor did she quite care.

The response to her inquiry made the redhead blink, turning to look at Mahiru full-on now. She widened her eyes.

"But you didn't have to get involved! It wasn't really your business, right?"

"I-I'm glad you did but...I don't know why...even if you don't like seeing it, you could've ignored it, or..."

Ryouko hesitated momentarily before giving a smile, truly beaming at the other girl. "That's really nice of you, Koizumi-san, thank you."

And that, too, was written down.

[baddragongrima-blog]

"Anyway, I’ve been learning to knit!"

[baddragongrima-blog]

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[neuroyasuke-deactivated20140321]

…She was writing it? Ah, expected. Roll his eyes. Sigh. So pointless. However, he stands up, looking at her — without any expression at all.  Thinking of everything and nothing all at once, just there was a twinge in his stomach. He sighs again. “Stand up.”  

She was being silly, as always. Matsuda can’t say anything, though. He kept his head down, looking at her, feigning disgust. But reality is that he was thinking. Since Junko was… The real Junko — not Mukuro Ikusaba… Who is Otanashi? Another Junko?

"Ah. Just a feeling? Don’t make me laugh. Make deaf ears to silly thoughts. You should do that often, like I’m doing with you right now — And always." Of course, he was just lying, but it was for her sake; not really for a bad motive.

"You would like to." he repeated, tone flat. “Isn’t going to happen, however.” A chuckle, moving to a near walk, leaning his back into it. “Well, everyone is smarter than her, so I’m going to allow that comment… And she didn’t hurt me, look. I’m just fine.” Letting aside the bruises he made himself… He was completely fine.

[forgettinghimnot]

At the order, Ryouko jumped immediately to her feet, nearly losing her balance as she did so. Pressing her journal to her chest, she tilted her head and listened to the rest of what he had to say.

She bit the end of her pen and looked down. She wanted to do what he said and just dismiss it, but...it was difficult to. Hard to brush off something that was lodged in her head like a briar. Too vague to recall anything but just solid enough to hurt. Was this maybe a side-effect of not really getting treatments for so long? 

Ryouko puffed her cheeks out at that. "I'm serious, Matsuda-kun! I have a really bad feeling..." She bounced over and looked up at him pleadingly. "Y-You're fine right now, but..."

This was peculiar. She didn't usually get herself worked up over things. Something was giving her such a bad vibe and for once she'd like to be actually listened to! Ryouko stomped a foot and pouted.

[kobasensei]

❝ Forget-me-Not ❞

[kobasensei]

[Once again, his irritation whips up like an unstable storm. A fist rams into the door, creating another loud noise as his face twists in obvious displeasure.]

What do you mean you don’t know? That’s stupid! 

So they’re just hiding like cowards?

[Well, that didn’t please him at all. How was he supposed to find them and tear them limb from limb for doing this to him if nobody knew where they were? This was just getting worse and worse and worse because he had no means of getting what he wanted—no, needed!]

I can’t stay stuck like this! This isn’t me! I need to find my real self!

[Then, he pauses, squinting oceanic eyes as she states that compliance means rewards. Not that that did much good, as the boy wasn’t very rule-abiding by all means. Not that he had much idea of what the rules were in this place to begin with…who knows? Maybe they’d be more lax than all the police and detectives that he’d seen over the years.]

How long do I have to wait before they give them back?

[forgettinghimnot]

"I-I-I guess so?! I don't think anyone's physically seen them, or at least not r-recently!"

Ryouko was spluttering out her responses now, shoulders and back stiff with unease, biting her lip so hard that it was in danger of bleeding. 

However what he said after managed to draw her attention, even just slightly. Maybe it'd be better to get him talking on that than the scientists.

"Y-Your...real self?"

The question prompted Ryouko to flip through her journal quickly, after casting the boy an apologetic glance for the brief delay.

"Th-They'll give it back to you in installments...Um, if you p-participated in the tests they run here. And if you stay long enough and talk to enough people...th-that works too?"

From what she knew. Ryouko didn't really have any physical powers that could be taken from her.