Moving In My Memories

[fantasykiller]

WHO: Kamijou Touma and his unfortunate roommates
WHERE: Residence #015
WHEN: April 24 | Early Morning (The morning after his arrival)
WHAT: His misfortune fills their house
WARNINGS: Boxes

What a long journey.

Touma stared down at his right hand. It was almost surreal how he was still alive. From simple delinquents to an almighty Magic God, this self proclaimed ordinary young man has fearlessly faced down such opponents armed with nothing but his determination and his right hand. The extraordinary was something that he was very familiar with. He was at his best when dropped right in the amidst of an extraordinary occurrence. Of course, this was mostly due to fact that the extraordinary have been a major part of his life since the day he first opened his eyes.

Numerous boxes filled his newly acquired room. They had been freshly delivered at the crack of dawn and quickly brought in. Every single one of them was jam packed with his endless medical records. One of the boxes laid open as he shuffled through the papers. He didn't need to look through them all to realize that the majority of these records reflected his suffering during his time fighting the Magic God. His eyes glanced over the papers with morbid curiosity.

Each paper contained brief descriptions of his every death.

The papers brought only fuzzy memories. There was distinct disconnect between what he was reading and what his mind remembered. It was like trying to recall all the details from a week old dream. Everything seemed to have blended together and he knew for certain that there were pieces missing completely from this cocktail of memories. After a few minutes of reading, he threw the papers back into the box. The nausea building up in his stomach forced him to stop.

Touma once again stared down at his right hand. From what he remembered, his last battle against the Magic God ended in his death. This particular memory held a vibrance that put the rest of his memories to shame. It was during his final moments that he fully understood her as she held his broken body in the air. She desired the very same thing he did; to return to their own original world. With his loss, he encouraged her to seek out her happiness.

He wondered what became of her after she seized her victory.

Once more, he found himself dragged off to another world. He was alive with no chance of ever returning to his original world. The situation could be accurately described as misfortune. However, that was no reason to just keel over. As long as he still drew breath, he will keep moving forward.

There was still a long journey ahead of him.

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[khajidont]

It was difficult to know exactly what the proper etiquette was for entering new, assigned housing. The closest Jaime had ever gotten to setting out on his own was sleepovers at friends houses or weekends at Titans Tower; this was an entirely new, and frankly, entirely unwelcome experience. He had had a difficult time falling asleep the night before, and it seemed as if he had only just fallen asleep when he heard sounds outside his door. Curiosity and laziness warred against each other for a couple minutes before Jaime finally relented and trudged out of his bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hello?" He called out, voice low as to not disrupt his other - hopefully sleeping - roommates.

[fantasykiller]

The barely audible call of his roommate pulled him back to reality. He had completely forgotten about them. They must have woken up while he was busy rummaging through his unfortunate past. He began to silently berate himself; this was not the first time he shared a room with another person so he should have known better. There was no excuse for accidentally waking them up. With a tired sigh, he crammed the papers down in the box and tried to close it.

“Don't worry, I took care of it. It's just a couple of boxes. Sorry for waking you up.”

Of course, if Jamie decides to investigate, he will quickly discover those “couple of boxes”. Their large numbers turned the room into a frustrating maze of cardboard. It won't take much to walk right into them.

[khajidont]

"It's cool," Jaime said, easily dismissing Touma's apology. "I was gonna -- whoa."

He stopped dead in his tracks when he came to face to face with the stacks upon stacks of boxes, enough to hold everything he owned and then some. He peered over one of the towers to get a good look at exactly who he was talking to and noted, "I think this counts as more than just a couple of boxes, dude. You need a hand with any of these?"

They couldn't all be full of papers, right?

[fantasykiller]

Touma thought about declining the offer. He disliked pushing work on others and he still felt somewhat guilty for waking his roommate up even though the guy said it was fine. Even so, the amount of boxes made moving them a staggering feat for a single person. Any help he could get would greatly lessen his burden.

After a moment of silence, he sheepishly answered, “I do. I would really appreciate it.”

Now the only problem left was figuring out what to do with them.

[khajidont]

"Yeah, no prob. I'm not starting school until after this weekend anyway. I'm Jaime, by the way. I only got here yesterday, but I didn't get to meet everyone living here yet," Jaime replied, wrongly assuming that Touma had been here all along.

He toed off the lid of the box on the ground, then frowned and moved on once he saw that that one was full of papers. It took him taking off the lids of two more boxes when he realized that all of them were filled with papers, and all those papers were lined with tiny print. He grabbed one of the files and held it aloft, his questioning gaze settling on Touma's face.

[fantasykiller]

“Thank you. I'm Kamijou Touma. I arrived here the same day as you so we're both in the same position. You're the first roommate I got to talk to.”

As he spoke, he begin focusing on the grueling task of transporting his many boxes. For now, it would be best to move everything to his room so he can take as much time as needed to create a more permanent solution. The option to simply shred everything was looking pretty enticing.

His attention was swiftly diverted when he finally noticed that something was off. Three previously unopened boxes were now laid bare with their contents exposed to the world. It was obvious who the culprit was. His stomach painfully writhed as his newly acquainted ally stood over the third box. Before he could rise his voice in protest, Jaime held up one of his endless medical records. The expression he wore made it clear that he wanted an explanation.

A slight frown crept onto his face, “Can you please put that back. They're my medical records.”

[khajidont]

"Sorry," he said, hastily shoving the papers back into the box. Despite his curiosity - and boy, was he ever curious - he wasn't actually rude or intrusive enough to read the things. His own folder had been almost comically thin, little more than a sparse biography and an account of the scarab embedded in his spine. He fit the lid back onto the box and picked it up with a grunt, bringing it into Touma's room.

"I thought you had some supplies or something in here you needed to unpack," he said apologetically, though curiosity was still bright in his eyes. He frowned as he set down one box and moved to pick up the next one, still mulling over the implications of all these documents; if Touma having this many wasn't alarming enough, the fact that the government keeping them here had access to it was.