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>Unsure
>Hungry

"I dunno... kinda weird? Like... I don't remember anything. Is that normal?"

They shrug and reach into their weird shirt garment, pulling out a small toothpick, and jam it into their mouth. "Yeah."

"Ok, well. I would like some kind of an explanation? And food as well."

They move over to the kitchen and open the fridge, pointing to one of the counter seats facing the stove. "Sit. What do you want to eat?"

"Pancakes please." They grab a large bowl and some mix, before pulling out an envelope and setting it in front of you. Bolded on the front, it reads: "TO ME"

Dear me,

We're going to keep this as short as possible, but also we feel it best if as few of your questions remain answered as we can manage. There of course exist answers, but you are in the state you are in because we wished to undo past wrongs, and litigating those wrongs immediately is likely counterproductive.

You are joined by Iris Loveday, also called One, or the Captain. She was our childhood friend and knows us better than can be considered reasonable, and she'll fill you in on any truly necessary details of your life. You will choose a new name eventually, but for now you don't need to worry about it. Here's some basic details to get you going, and to not bore the Captain with your questions.

-You are a powerful magic user, called a caster, though it may take you a bit to regain your former strength. You might need to relearn magic all over again.
-You are also a saint, a magical being separate from a caster, though they are not mutually exclusive. What you are a saint of will hopefully become clear with time.
-You are a lover of art, specifically art from a long dead planet called Earth, humanity's original home.
-You employ many people for the purposes of your goal, people whose art you enjoy. Part of what led to the situation you are in right now is a severe rethinking of our goal. It would require you to hurt the people you love. Once you meet everyone again, if you so desire, Iris will inform you of this goal and the necessary collateral. The decision will then be in your hands.

Your life will certainly be difficult, but it is our hope that you will prove a more effective artist in the state you are in now.

From you, with love.

You look over at Iris, who's currently whisking an egg into the pancake batter. You can study her better, with her back to you. She's wearing pants, and a strange half robe that exposes one shoulder, and leaves the other arm completely covered.

This is your life from now on, huh? It feels so strange to just be given a purpose right away, even if that purpose is still vague. You wonder what old you was like. Well, probably someone who wouldn't do this on a whim. You haven't known yourself for long, but you don't seem impulsive, and judging by the contents of the letter, they had a good reason. Still, it's a little frustrating.

Iris looks over her shoulder at you. "You're done. Do you have any questions?"

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