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[Filtered to people Dextera knows]

[Dextera's handwriting is...messier than usual, but that's what happens when you're in pain. Fluids did wonders in helping with his regeneration when it was slow but it didn't do anything else besides that.

however that's a different topic all together and one he's going to avoid for the moment. or forever. probably the latter.]

I need some time alone, if that's okay.

[it's very rare for Dextera to use the words "I need" but he truly does right now.]

[ooc: if you've talked to Dextera once you can see the filter.]

sinsoftheblaze

[waking up covered in blood wasn't necessarily a new thing for Dextera. it happened far too often back home that it's more or less stopped bothering him.

waking up with the words 'The Blaze' and 'Sinner' on his arms? well that's a different story. an upsetting story, but a true story. that and he finally realized the blood was coming from places where he had been killed in the past.

sighing, Dextera knew he couldn't stay in his room forever and decided to head to the library for a bit. picking out a book on fairy tales and the best hiding spot he could find, Dextera sat down for some reading and ignoring the words written on his arms.

Dextera hoped that no one would find him but it was kind of hard to ignore the blood trail he had left. he'll apologize for that later.]

sinsoftheblaze

( Private )

[today Dextera has a pretty simple question for everyone.]

Is there a good way to keep track of memories?

[he seriously wants to know because his kept slipping away and he'd rather they stayed put.]

sinsoftheblaze

[there's a Dextera in your kitchen today, eating pies. no, apparently Valentine's Day wasn't enough for him to understand that castle food sometimes bite you when you least expected it. but at the very least he had tried a few in his room and didn't feel funny so they were probably safe (hopefully).

that aside, he was rather enjoying himself. sweets were something he still wasn't used to having and tended to indulge in when he had the chance, even if one of the pies in question had a boot in it for some reason. it still tasted okay anyways.

after a minute of pie eating, Dextera decides to write out a question. curiosity and sweets on the brain tended to do that to him, apparently.]

Can I ask why kinds of sweets people like?

[ooc: open in the kitchen or over the journal!]

sinsoftheblaze

[(BROKEN) Private filter]

[there's silence for awhile before there's suddenly a popping noise and a quiet hiss of pain. a drop of blood appears on the journal, which Dextera tries and fails to wipe away before writing something down.]

Slower. Getting worse. Fluid isn't working anymore.

[and with that lovely cryptic message done and him unaware that the filter isn't working, the mute writes something else down. this he would like an answer to since his head had been killing him since he got back.]

Can I ask if there's something you can do if your head won't stop hurting?

sinsoftheblaze

[so it's Valentines Day, the day where once again the castle takes an opportunity to annoy everyone. pink walls? check. sappy romantic music? check. obnoxious heart-shaped balloons? check. mute in the lobby trying to sort the chocolates the castle gave him? check.

wait, what?

yes Dextera is in the lobby today, sitting on one of the couches. he's popped open the box of chocolates he found in his room and currently is in the process of separating them into different piles - though why exactly he is doing this and which goes where is something up to debate.

or, you know, you can just walk up and ask him what he's doing. Dextera really doesn't mind company. just be careful...he may or may not have eaten a few of the chocolates already. guess he doesn't know not to trust the stuff the castle leaves out...]

[ooc: open in the lobby for Valentines Day stuff, planned or unplanned!]

twisted_baroque

[it had taken Dextera awhile before he wrote anything in the journal. he wanted to make sure this all was real; that the whole trip in Wonderland and winding back in Paradisa afterwards wasn't something his mind had created, even though he was aware people who left didn't remember. was it time for another break? it'd be nice if that was the case.

either way, the mute scribbles something in the journal.]

Hello? I think I'm back again. It's Dextera.

[also he has to ask this.]

Is it okay if I ask what that was? I don't understand it.

[it was weird, even for his standards of weird.]

twisted_baroque

[Dextera is out in town today and he seems to have picked up a pair of children this year - two twin boys around four years old. they're both leading him along and seem pretty content with themselves, although Dextera just looks plain nervous. he's never had to look after little kids, okay?

they get to about the center of town before one of them speaks up, tugging Dextera's sleeve]

"Daddy, can we go see the flowers again? They were pretty."

[Dextera seems like he's going to pull out the journal to answer his "son's" question when the other speaks up.]

"No, I wanna go get some candy!"

[the twins quickly decend into an arguement on what they're going to do next while the mute just looks confused.

help...?]

[ooc: open in town.]

twisted_baroque

( Private )

[if you're outside in the gardens today you might notice a young woman with long, pale pink hair sitting beside the flowers. she's staring up at the sky with a sad look on her face and is paying attention to nothing but it.

(he never realized how nice the blue was compaired to red)

but if a woman staring at the sky doesn't catch your attention, her clothing might. it looks exactly the same as a certain mute's clothing, right down to that coat he rarely took off. investigate?]

[ooc: Loss start and open. as a heads up, there will be some Baroque spoilers in the Private entry and in the comments.]

twisted_baroque

[hope you don't mind some math problems appearing in your journal. it seems someone is writing them down.]

4 - 9 = 5

12 x 3 =

5 + 5 = 10

14 x 6 =

2 x 9 = 11

[there's a pause when Dextera realizes that he is writing in the journal before he scribbles out a note.]

I don't understand some of these. Is it okay if someone helped me?

twisted_baroque

[going down to the lobby will net you one muddy and throughly soaked mute seated on one of the couches, looking a little bit annoyed and a little bit tired. he hadn't decided which one he was feeling the most right now. either way he had his coat off and was trying to clean it with his hands, which wasn't going over so well since they were just as dirty.

eventually he gives up for the moment and scribbles something in the journal.]

I think the books are coming alive. Is it happening everywhere?

[ooc: open in person or over the journal.]

twisted_baroque

[Dextera doesn't reconize where he's woken up. it's a feeling he's well acquatined with and he wonders if that bite really did kill him again and this was where he would end up every time it happened.

but instead of worrying about that he figures that he should tell everyone that he's awake.]

( People Dextera knows )

[with that filter done, Dextera lies back down and rubs his eyes. they were starting to itch again.]

[ooc: open in the clinic if anyone wants to see him in person.]

twisted_baroque

[Dextera's handwritting is a bit shaky today for some reason.]

Is it okay if someone came to the lobby? I thi...

[but the pen slides out of his hand before he can finish writing and there's the sound of the journal hitting the floor along with Dextera's unconscious body. looks like the weird blobs got someone else.]

[ooc: open in the lobby if anyone wants to drag the mute to the clinic!]

twisted_baroque

[Dextera doesn't mind the new sort of insanity that Paradisa seems to be experiencing today. in fact, it reminds him of back home in less of a Everything is Trying to Kill You sort of way.

however the library is weirding him out. there are books everywhere and the shelves are stacked on top of each other - going up and up and well passed where the ceiling was supposed to be. occasionally they shake and the mute hopes that the books won't fall on him again.

carefully he makes his way around to pick out a book to try and read it but when he does find something, another book appears in it's place. curiousity getting the better of him again, Dextera pulls that one out too. another one appears again. hun. was there something inside the bookshelf that was making that happen? should he check?

....if you also happen to be in the libaray, you might hear the sound of something crashing. investigation will reveal a large pile of books with someone's arm sticking out of it.

halp?]

[ooc: open]

twisted_baroque

( Private )

twisted_baroque

[well, guess what finally just clicked in Dextera's head? that his not-really-his birthday had passed a long time ago. he could now be considered '21', though the significance of it was slightly lost on him. but it was more than zero so that was good.

but he was stuck again. what did one do when their age changed? maybe the people here could help him again, so after a minute Dextera writes out a question.]

What do you do on a 'birthday'? Besides becoming older.

[ooc: for those wondering, Dextera's birthday was January 1st, but ~~the mun~~ he forgot.]

twisted_baroque

[today one can find Dextera in the library but he's not reading this time. he's actually playing chess with himself, thanks to the castle giving him a chess set as a Christmas gift.

...it's strange. playing by himself like this didn't feel "new" like most things did. lonely, sure, but not "new".

eventually he decides to ask a little about this and writes in the journal.]

What does it mean when you feel like you've seen something before but can't remember it? I forget the word.

[ooc: open via journal or in the library. replies might be slow from me for awhile :) and if you're wondering, that chess set is the one that Dextera and Thirteen used as kids. ...not that Dextera can remember.]

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