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Now what do we do? [Active]

Characters: Kir, Toph Bei Fong
Content: Day 2 of Kir's amnesia, Toph suggests they keep on the move.
Setting: O Pastor [G8]
Time: Day after this thread
Warnings: None

It hadn't been a great place to stay, but Toph didn't seem to ~~notice~~ and Kir was too stressed out to care either way. But between the two of them, they'd come up with money to pay for a room. (He'd found a wallet in the pocket of the coat he was wearing, but it didn't have his pictures within, and he suspected it wasn't his.)

But now that morning had come, Kir was hungry and didn't remember anything new; although a few interesting conversations over his journal, nothing helpful had come of it.

"So now what?" he asked.

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Toph sighed. It had been a rather sleepless night for her, and now she was worried about Terra. She realized this must have been what Kir had been feeling when he talked about his friend Jing, because Terra had been the first person Toph had befriended in this crazy place. She wanted to believe that Terra was ok, but she was starting to feel very frustrated with this place. It was one thing to be randomly thrown into this completely new place, which sucked because she didn't even know its layout. NOW they had to worry about ghost guys, kidnappings of people they cared about and, on top of that, amnesia! It was too much, and Toph found that she was at the end of her rope. Not even the surprisingly good sandwich she was eating this morning helped.

She turned to Kir's direction. She had barely gotten to know him but she was sympathetic to his aim: he was looking to be with the person that made him feel a lot more stable, and now that he was gone, they had to take his memories too. This was the last straw. She heard Kir's question, and looked in his direction.

"We can't do this alone. I'm going to try and get your memories back, but we'll need help. I have this, uh, friend. You know him, but you forgot you did, and...well, whatever, he's an acquaintance. His name is Timon. He's really conceited and really annoying, but he's been gathering people together, and I think that might be our best bet for now."

Toph stopped to appreciate the decor of the place. Although she got the idea it wasn't one of their better places to stay, there was a serene stillness about it that made Toph a bit more certain.

Kir had been nodding absently (and forgetting the fact that she couldn't see he was doing so) until she got to "Timon" at which point, he balked and snapped, "Oy, wait a minute. That's the guy who's been messaging me with this thing!" He held up the locket which served as his journal. "I've already heard his side of things, and I don't want his sort of help!"

Toph sighed. "Yeah, that's kind of the reaction he brings out in people, I'm no different. He's a bit of an idiot and a blow hard and a preening, narcissistic dunderhead, but we need his connections. I know he was a friend of yours, and you probably forgotten that. Heck, I can see why you wouldn't get along with him now. The thing is, people made you forget everything, and if they can do that to you, I don't wanna know what they can do when they're angry. It's a big task, but I wanna stop them. The only way we can do that is if we start trusting some of the people in this world, especially if they're starting to be trusted."

Toph sighed and took a drink from the citrus-like juice she'd been given. Bitter. Toph liked it already.

Whatever their enemies were, they were all over the island. They caused havoc and kidnappings, and who knew what they did to their kidnapped people?

If they hurt Terra, I'll make them wish they were never born!

Toph shook her head. Getting livid wasn't the answer. She had to take charge, if only for a little while, and make nice. When she met those Organization freaks, the niceness would cease.

"He was a friend?" Kir repeated somewhat dubiously. He toyed with his own glass of juice, but he really hadn't eaten or drank much. "It's funny you should say that... when I talked to him over this journal, he said that I should ask you and Terra about me, that you'd heard of him."

He hesitated before adding, "He said he saved my life, and that I owe him."

"Yeah, Timon and I are acquainted," Toph said, taking another long sip and switching to a pastry, which was rather doughy but sweet and very filling. "He's got an ego the size of a house, but he ca be good people. He's actually trying to get people to mind those people that made you lose their memory. If there's anyone that can help, I think Timon can. At least, we can start gathering some more people. If we're going to find some of those kidnapped, we better know where to look. Hopefully, your memory will come back and we can help find your friend Jing."

Toph didn't want to mention Terra. She was already worried that she hadn't contacted her at all. At what Kir said about Timon, Toph chuckled.

"I think Timon's pulling your leg there. Unless you were caught in some kind of bear trap, it's real unlikely a meercat can help a human, let alone save his life, right? I'd love to hear how he did it."

Oh yes, he recalled Toph saying before that he'd been looking for someone, a guy named Jing. Which was strange, likely because he couldn't remember anyone by that name. (He couldn't remember anyone at all.) So the name didn't bring any mental image at all, and that was a little disconcerting; what if this guy was another jerk? With the exception of Toph and Terra, anyone he'd talked to seemed to be kind of on the lousy side.

"That seems like a pretty bold thing to lie about," Kir said dubiously. "If he just wanted to joke around, he could've said I owed him money or something, wouldn't that be more believable? And... meerkat?"

"Yeah, Meerkat." Toph shrugged. "Don't ask me how it work, animals in my world usually didn't talk. A meerkat is, from what Terra told me, this kinda rodent thing that stands on its hind legs and stuff. Timon is just one that talks a lot, but he's pretty resourceful. I don't know why he'd lie, but if you get your memory back, you can ask him."

Toph sighed. She could tell that Kir was still not sure how to take all of this, and even she was starting to feel a little anxious. The more she talked about meeting Timon, the more she at least wanted to be around people they could trust.

"Strange..." Kir mused quietly to himself, although Toph's sharp ears would likely pick it up. Then I wonder why... he would tell me...?

"Yeah," he said finally. "If I get my memory back." Which he wasn't sure would happen, if only because, memories didn't just disappear for no good reason. He was pretty sure he hadn't had any sort of accident, based on the fact that he wasn't hurt.

"If you think it's a good idea," he said finally, "then I guess we can go an' see him. Don't expect me to be real excited about it though."

"We'll do what we can," Toph replied, banging the table. "It just makes me mad that this kind of stuff will happen and no one knows what to do about it! The longer I stay in this place, the more I feel like getting to the bottom of all this strange stuff."
Toph grinned. "Believe me, you don't have to be excited about meeting Timon. He's got a big enough head as it is. To me, meeting him will be like meeting an annoying younger brother if I had one."

At that, Toph sprung to life, dusting off her clothes. "But now's a good as time as any. We should look this place up again, it seemed pretty nice. Be my eyes and I'll be your bodyguard, ok?"

"Yeah, we'll come back here for vacation," Kir said dryly, glancing around. He looked at his mostly untouched food, then sighed and pushed back from the table.

"Okay," he answered Toph's declaration. "Guess we're headed back to the train station, right?"

"You bet," Toph said, determined. There was no point in them staying around here so long as they would only be snacking. They had already had more than a decent night's sleep, and Toph had felt that while she would certainly want to get to know Kir better, starting with Timon might be the first start in trying to get some answers. Otherwise, what good would they be doping, holed up in another one of Paixao's excuses for bars.

Toph got up quickly and slipped back in the chair, giving Kir a sheepish grin. "Uh, lead the way? I'm still getting used to this place."

Kir got to his feet hurriedly as well. "Oh! Yeah... sorry. Uhh..." And yet again, he was stumped as to how he was supposed to lead Toph without making her feel belittled, but also while being helpful.

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