Losers... eh, whatever.

"You know, that sounds almost insane enough to be true."

Ariel was pacing back and forth as I explained everything I had been seeing in my mind, be they memories or interactions with my other selves. Cilla had returned from her time in the bathing chamber, requesting a re-iteration of any news of me and my mental faculties; proceeding then to return to the papers left on her bed, update them.

"I hope informing them of our full condition won't lead to any... issues." Logic whispered in our ear; and I swear I could hear a strange ticking noises alongside his voice.

It will be fine, Logic. Stay calm.

"Alright." Cilla says aloud. "So, for full detail and posterity of my records, your mind contains four distinct identities, two of which can assume direct control of your body, while the other two have control over your perceptions and emotions."

I confirm. "As far as I know, yes."

She scratches down even more things into her papers before saying in her usual proper, uncaring tone. "Categorized: Danger High. Rehabilitation Status: Underway. Unless the You I am speaking to has a name, I will list you as a Nameless, and the paperwork I need for your proper admission to the Runacathy system will be complete. Not that your staying at one right now; this is just so you or I are able to wave these papers about to keep you from being killed on sight."

I interject. "Actually... I think I have a name I quite like."

All attention was on me, as Cilla asks. "What name would that be?"

I answer.

"Monster."

Without a word, she scratches the word into the paper.

Ariel tosses in his own thoughts. "You know, I was going to say that name has about as much subtly as a raging barbarian high on neira, but to each his own."

Time passes in the temporary house as the others decide to talk about things and places I have no idea about; names of people, town, cities, battles, all going over my head. Within that head, I was speaking to my selves.

Logic suggests. "We need a groundwork for our knowledge and understanding. We have no idea how this world really works, aside from tidbits and what little we gathered during our remaking. It was compared to games from earth, but I have a feeling they explained it that way assuming we were whole, cognizant, and able to understand things better through that lens. However, Monster seems to understand things through this worlds logic, and all of the inherit understanding that is ment to come from our core is being locked up with Madness due to how the mental cage is set."

Urge adds. "And we need to train physically. Sarmenti is going to be coming for us; and considering how we look, agents of both the light and dark will have no problem trying to take us out too. Get ripped, or get ripped apart."

I agree on both counts. Cilla is most likely able to inform me on anything I need to know, so its just a matter of what I don't... Oh, she's been keeping a list on that. Perfect. Now, on training... Ariel was a chosen, and fought along side that Amazon Queen, Alkadabuki. He said she could throw buildings, the twins said she could throw mountains. If she had a training regimen, he would know it.

"What about our 'classes'" Asked Logic. "She was a warrior, a Barbarian from what we know. We're a mix of Assassin and Ranger, her training regimen might actually not be what we need. If we're supposed to stick to the shadows and learn what, when, who, and where we're fighting, wouldn't increasing our bulk hinder our inherit capabilities?"

I mean, I just kinda punched people.

"Yeah, people armed with sticks and shoddy axes." Said Urge "But we're gonna need an actual weapon or two, and know how to use it. We need someone to teach us how to actually fight without relying on those spells we used. Just two of them made us shake up a storm; with that Vibrosis crap or whatever."

Logic adds. "On the subject of magic and that Vibrosis condition, it is of grave importance that we know its inner workings. If we have no real idea how magic is used outside of our limited experiences, our first interaction with a mage could be our last. As well, I fear that we may still need Madness in order to use incantations. I am unsure why this is, but it is quite troubling."

So, we need to learn the worlds fundamentals, find a training regime that will suit our abilities, weapons and the knowhow on how to use them, and figure out how this magic stuff actually works.

All while trying to find this Tomoko, to see if she's Her... speaking of.

"Ariel." I say, interrupting the groups current conversation; I think it was an argument about fish. "I told you my reason for wanting to find Tomoko."

He perks up, remembering his arrangement. "Oh, right!"

The God of Martyrs walks over to where I am, moving one of the chairs over, and taking a seat.

Ariel says. "Well, first; how long ago did that... thing happen."

The crash... I don't know.

"Two years. We had two years to live after the crash. Severe brain damage and a crippled right lung." Answers Urge, whose bitterness soaks into my mind's texture like a spilt drink into an unfortunate shirt.

"Two years, on Earth." I answer.

Ariel looks flabbergasted. "Ok, that lines up way too well. Although, this is going to need some explaining, even for 'Miss Know-It-All' back there."

He continues with a deep breath. "Ok, so Tomoko arrived here on Ruyanei almost exactly twenty years ago- HEY! No freaking out!"

I had almost punched a hole in the stone wall at hearing that; it couldn't be Her!

The angel continues "Time works differently between worlds; although if you wanted to be accurate, we would call them timelines or realities, whatever! What I'm saying is that one year back on your Earth lines up to be ten years here. The timelines match up for this whole lost lovebirds thing you've got going on."

And like that, my emotions are like a cart being drawn by a rabid horse; all over the place.

I ask a pressing question. "Wait, then why did she look so young in those displays I was shown, if its been twenty years, why hasn't she aged."

"Well, its because she's a Chosen. Being ageless is one of its many, many perks. If I hadn't died and ascended, I'd currently be a thirty-nine year old geezer. Why do you think my 'little' sister looks older than me?" He points over to Gabbie.

My next question. "Has... Has she met anyone. Is she..."

I'm cut off by Ariel. "Champ, don't you worry about that. I knew her for YEARS, and she never showed even a bit of interest in anyone. Now, hearing your story, I think I know why... she was always a very loyal person."

"Yes, she was..."

"Now, onto where she is right now... No clue." Ariel says, his face looking similar to that of someone defusing a bomb; according to some old Earth memories about something called 'Movies'

He continues, with me making no visible shows of starting a rage fueled rampage from his prior words. "She is constantly traveling, saving people, killing the biggest monster hordes she can find. But! Now stick with me here. On that far off archipelago to the south east; you know, the one I talked about back when we met and I was suggesting some targets to take down for one of your pacts? Well, Tomoko heads there once every year for this week long celebration; no clue what it's about, but the trees there get really pretty that time of year. That whole shi-bang is happening in two months."

"But how do I get there in two months? Where even is this celebration in relation to Saltmoore and Tomo?". I ask, frantic to see Her again.

"Oh? Basically the other side of the planet. But don't worry! I have a plan!"