{2/9} - Two of Nine: A Nine Lives Forum adventure

[Lilium Mortem]

...u kno with all ur earth knowledge of brands u could probably make bank in a place like this. folks seem like theyre dyin for brands in their life. u could be rich.

What do you even mean by that? Nevermind I don’t want to know. I’d rather not end up as cat Jeff Bezos.

Well, I'll leave you to your week then.

Out of curiosity, what did we sound like? Before you saw us in this forum setting. Did we sound like your own voice, something robotic, or something else? Just curious.

Thanks. I realize this whole thing might blow up in my face, but I have to try.

As for what you sounded like… well you didn’t ‘sound’ like anything. You were like intrusive thoughts. Like seeing a guy looking over a cliff and thinking it’d be easy to push them over the edge. You’re thoughts. Ideas. Right at the end as I was… Awakening? I guess? I was able to make a distinction between you guys and my own thoughts. I could make out the message, but you’re still thoughts, just… well it’s not what you sound like, but there’s a feeling I get when you send messages. Like a tugging in the back of my mind. I dunno, it’s still weird and new.

Do you remember everything from your previous life? What was your name?

I mean, yeah. Everything. I never finished watching The Good Place. Doritos locos tacos are great, but it sucked they got rid of the cool ranch variety. Star Trek Discovery was an insult to the series, ect. I’m a bit of a loser so those are some of the hilights.

As for my name… I dunno. I… uh, hmm. I didn’t realize I was non-binary, on earth. Isn’t it like a faux pas to ask what my last name was? I like Scud. it fits me better. I mean I could tell you, I don’t really mind… but I’m not sure it even matters. How would it help to know my name was ‘stephen’ or ‘tifany’ or something?

Anyway I think it’s about time for me to wake up. ttyl.

Scud lifted their hands from the keyboard, sighing. They scratched the back of their head absentmindedly before resting a finger over the power button of the PC. They apeared to hesitate, before pressing down.

What little light there was vanished, and in the darkness, Scud rested.

 

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I woke up in the hospital. Well… the clinic. You don’t get a hospital in a town this size. And If I wasn’t sent by train to an actual hospital that meant they didn’t think this was that serious. I’d been here before for cuts and bruises and that one time I cut my leg open on a piece of glass.

It was a fairly spartan place. Only a couple of real rooms. I was in a hospital bed in a large room that was divided up by sliding curtains. No one was there waiting for me to wake up, so I took some time to take stock of my situation.

I flexed my claws and moved my arms around, trying to compare this body to the one I had on earth. Spirits I was out of shape. I have got to try climbing a tree again, it’s been too long in both sets of memories.

Eventualy My mom walked in to check up on me. I gave a friendly wave.

“Oh thank the Spirits you’re ok!” she said, rushing over to hug me.

“What happened?” I asked. “I was talking with Silversong when… something happened.”

“You fainted. Ser Silversong, don’t forget her title Scud, carried you over here. She explained you were freaked out about being a reincarnate since your thirteenth birthday is coming up. The Doctor thinks you fainted from stress and a lack of sleep.”

“Dang. Ok, I think I’ve made up for lost sleep now. I’m gonna go climb a tree.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to jump off, but my mom stopped me. Damnit. I was afraid of this.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere today without someone to look after you. I don’t want you fainting again.” My mom scolded.

I gave her the stink eye and the silent treatment all the way home. During the walk I wondered where my new friends were at. I remembered the dream perfectly, which was really just par for the course for impossible things happening today. Point is, on 9chan, They seemed to show up at irregular intervals. Maybe this was just a dry spell?

I spent about an hour or two playing Kaz’Rao’s version of og game boy games in my room. I was a bit disappointed at how easy some of them had become, but surprised I was no better at platformers than I was before, seems like I was better at strategy, but overall hand eye coordination and reflexes were the same, even before I Awoke. Weird.

It was time to plan things out. It was Saturday, er, [Saturday], that left Eveday and [sunday] left in summer break. My birthday was on [Friday]. I get off of school at [2PM], which leaves about four [hours] of daylight left, plus three [hours] until my bedtime. I shook my head, it was weird suddenly being bilingual.

I could think in hours and minutes, or [hours] and [minutes]. I know they’re different, even if it’s just the fact that a Kaz’Rao hour is counted as 100 Kaz’Rao minutes, which are shorter than earth minutes. Maybe it all balanced out, but I wouldn’t know without a clock from earth or some universal constant I could time things with.

Focus, Scud. You have a little less than an 8 day Kaz’Rao week left of being thought of as an incarnate. How do you make the most of it?