Yet again, in the same graveyard another girl had woken up. This would make it the third one around…nearby to the other girls waking up in confusion.
This girl sat up, feeling the dirt underneath her hands as she moved to rub her eyes, and look around, trying to see her way through the fog. Once she decided there was nothing to be seen Infront of her she decided to turn around and see what she had been leaning against, she frowned creasing her brows downward as she looked at the tombstone.
Airi Kenosha
That name…who's name was that..? Was that her name? It was familiar sure…but that couldn't be right could it?
She was very well not dead, and sitting right Infront of it.
Or at least she didn't feel like she was dead, she felt very alive, she almost felt better then alive with her being able to hear probably better then most people alive.
She could not remember, for the life of them. All they could think was that there was something she could not remember, something that came before she woke up here. If this was their name, then that something must have been death. But that was impossible. Surely. Right? But that name looked so familiar…
They looked up. She sensed some other presences nearby. Slowly, cautiously, she stood up, and looked out into the fog. After a few seconds, they saw it. There. An infinitesimal movement in front of the gravestone nearest to them. The girl focused on it, and from there she could make out a figure, one that seemed to blend in with fog around them.
Another girl. She saw the glint of two green eyes, and suddenly they were struck with a major sense of deja vu. So many familiar things, but why were they familiar? She simply studied the vaporous figure, trying to remember who she was.
When she felt eyes on her, the other girl glanced to where she could sense someone looking at her through the fog. She was still floating a few inches above the ground, but she slowly started to walk towards whatever was looking at her. After a few moments, she felt something pang deep in her stomach. This girl…was connected to her somehow. She couldn't explain it, but she knew this girl. Even if she had never seen her a day in her life. She paused, mere feet away from the newcomer now, when something caught her attention to the left and she turned her head, tilting her head.
What she saw was yet another girl. She paused, slowly clearing her throat as if wanting to speak. When she tried to say something, her voice died down halfway through the first word. She turned back to the first girl she'd seen but didn't move closer, simply staying where she was. She was scared and confused. What was happening? Where were they? All the questions were swimming around in her mind.
She felt eyes on her, and glanced in the direction she felt them noticing a starkly pals girl a little ways away, and another girl a little ways away but in a different direction.
She looked between the two of them, she felt a pull towards them…the both of them. Like she were somehow connected to them, she didn't know how. She definitely didn't know who they were…but she felt as if they had maybe been close? In what way she didn't know either, she hated that she didn't know so much.
She started to make her way a little bit forward from the tombstone, moving closer to the pale female.
"W..Who are you..?"
Her gaze drifted and locked on another figure in the distance, this one more solid looking than the first. They groaned inwardly. This one was familiar too, but why? If she could take away the wolf ears in the tail, the girl could easily be someone she might have known. Wait. Wolf ears? Tail?
At that moment her tongue brushed against something that they definitely did not remember. Two sharp fangs set inside of their mouth, poised and deadly. Something definitely happened to her. Something happened to these others too, if their appearances were anything to go by.
She froze at the question. Who was she? That she could not remember either, but there was something in the past that she could sense. Something on the tip of her tongue.
“I…” her voice was raspy from being out of use. They glanced at the gravestone with her name etched on it. “I don’t know. Who are you?”
What kind of answer was that? She had to be someone, right? But they couldn’t remember. The name that was on the gravestone was so familiar, but she was clearly not dead. Right?
The pale, translucent girl slowly stepped forward, but when she tried to speak nothing came out, so she slowly tried again. "Who-…" She had to cough for a moment. "Who are either of you…?"
She looked kindly confused, pausing before leaning against a gravestone and promptly falling through it and disappearing into the ground for a few moments before she popped her head out of the ground, looking around with wide eyes, looking down at herself.
The rest of her body was still in the dirt, but she soon stepped out and looked around. "What happening…? Why are we-…in a cemetery?" She looked from the girl directly in front of her over to the girl who had fluffy ears. She wanted to touch the ears but stopped herself from moving closer. She seemed to be scared of everything that was happening around them.
She frowned as the girl seemed to relfect her questions back at her and she furrowed her brows, creasing them together.
Who ..who was she..exactly?
She turned back to the tombstone, the name was familiar but she was definitely alive right? She wasn't dead, she was standing right here and talking to two other girls.
She turned to the more transparent girl, watching her and making slow steps toward her.
"I don't..I don't know…who are you? Also, I would like to know why we in a cemetery if either of you know… because I sure don't." She huffed slightly, disliking that she didn't know anything and was stuck with feelings.
She stared at the transparent girl for a long time, just watching as she fell through solid materials. For some reason, they wanted to take her hand and see if she was alright. But that would be weird. She didn’t know this girl, she was certain they had never met her. And yet…
So strange… they looked between the two other girls. Something was clearly amiss.
“I don’t know…” she muttered, “so, you guys also don’t know who you are? Why we’re here?” Their hands drifted to the edge of her sweater, tugging at it nervously. “I think… something must’ve happened… but I don’t know what. Do guys know anything that… might have happened before?”
She shook her head as well, crossing her arms over her chest nervously. When she did, she slowly calmed down. Why did that calm me down? She thought to herself for a few moments before looking over at the other two girls. "No-…the only thing I remember is sitting up on that grave over there and then seeing you two." She said simply.
She slowly turned and walked back to that grave she'd sat up on, going down to read it out loud. "Mariana Romero…loyal daughter, sister, and friend. Her soul was taken too early, but may her love live on in those she touched." She looked up when she stopped reading, to the other girls. "What do the ones you woke up on say?"
She watched the girls talking, noticing how they interacted and what they sounded like, she turned to the other girl, the more see through girl as she read the tombstone, she stared at it, and her as she read it before moving to go back to her own tombstone and frown at it.
She moved to trace the letters of her name as the girl asked about their tombstones.
"Airi Kenosha….as adventurous in life as she was in death, beloved daughter and friend."
Her ears flattened on her head as she got chills down her spine, she quickly shook them away and her ears popped back up again. She turned towards the pale girl. "Yours?"
They were quiet, half thinking and half watching the other girls. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her sweater. What was going on? They all woke up here, in a graveyard, with no memories. That can’t be a coincidence.
She glanced at the gravestone, the words carved plainly into it. “Eve Crimson,” she read aloud, “Daughter, cousin, and friend. A girl who had so much potential, but is in a better place now.”
Reading it aloud made the name more real, somehow. This must be their own name. It felt right somehow. It was strange to rely on her own intuition. Logically, there was no way to confirm whether or not it was, but something like your own name should be difficult to forget.
Once more, she tried to lean against the tombstone, but this time she was able to lean against it. For a few seconds, that is. She fell through it once more, disappearing into the cold ground before only her head popped out. “Are these our names? There’s no way we wouldn’t have woken up on very specific patches of the graveyard if we weren’t connected to them.” She explained softly.
Then, she saw something thing and walked towards it. She tried to poke at it, but her finger went through. She stared at the item for a long while before realizing what it might be. It looked like those necklace lockers that you could put pictures inside of. She was slowly able to pick it up, but she instantly held it up to the paler girl. “I might drop it again, what’s in this?” She asked kindly and softly, still half-way in the cold ground.
(I’m so sorry I forgot to add that part-! I edited my response ^^)
(Yeah that's a locket lol. That's cool tho)
“It would make sense…” she mused. “And it feels so familiar…”
Her eyes landed on the green-eyed girl’s strange inability to obey the laws of physics. After studying her and the object, they almost wanted to make some snarky remark, but the other girl’s soft words prevented her from doing so. They gently took the necklace from her and inserted her nail between the small division in the silver coating to open it. It opened with a tiny snap!, allowing them to examine the contents.
“A photo,” she reported. “Some people, smiling. Perhaps you remember them?” They asked, holding it up for her to see.
She moved to sniff her tombstone, before moving away from it to look at the two interacting.
so…then…that's my name..? She thought as she watched the two interacting, her ears twitching around as she listened to the examination. She moved scratch under her ears, her fluffy ones. She quickly found out she didn't have any normal human ears, and only the fluffy ones.
She moved even closer to the see through girl, moving to look at the photo in the locket with a tilted head.
"they look…happy."
The girl paused and tilted her head, examining it for a few moments before she slowly shook her head. “I don’t remember them, no.” She said softly and looked up at the wolf girl. “They do. And they look familiar. But I have no clue.”
She went back to examining the locket before she huffed in annoyance. “Why can’t any of us remember anything? Especially our names? We should know our names, right?” She looked up at the girl with the pretty wolf ears. “Do you remember anything?” She asked, her voice gentle and slightly rushed.
She noticed the way she looked at her ears, before making eye contact with her.
"If you want to touch them you can, they are pretty soft." She moved them around wiggling them.
She sighed before shaking her head as her tail dropped behind her.
"I've got not a single memory, just a familiar feeling I couldn't explain to you if I tried." She looked down at her clothes and then grabbing her tail behind her and feeling it gently before letting go.
"I do think….maybe…I feel a connection to you both."
They sighed rather defeatedly, and put the locket in her pocket for safe keeping. Her eyes were drawn to the wolf girl’s swiveling ears as they listened to her talk. She nodded in agreement.
“I feel the same way,” she said. “I have this sense that… something came before… something must have happened to us.” She turned her gaze to the green-eyed girl. “You couldn’t have always been that… transparent. And you,” she looked at the other girl again. “couldn’t have been born with those ears, and that tail. And I… “ their lips curled up to show her fangs, glinting in the faint moonlight. “I do not remember these, but they feel… new. I haven’t always had them.”
Blinking at the girl’s words, her hand drifted to her chin. “You too? You also feel familiar to me. Do you think we’ve met?”
