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[amnesiacagent]

A place where all sorts of beings can co-exist. A place where she is expected to ask questions. New arrival Agent 8 is both awed and overwhelmed by the Nexus, already.

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to everything in. Life has been a whirlwind of new beginnings for her, lately: starting with waking up in the Deepsea Metro with no memories, then finally making it to the surface, and then - so soon after, before she could even begin to adjust to life up there - being here in the Nexus. A welcome pamphlet is clutched in one of her long-fingered hands. She's lucky that this place came with some sort of guidebook, at least.

The nameless Octoling clears her throat before speaking up, asking her question in a small voice. "What kind of things are fun?"

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[amnesiacagent]

Her hands are clasped together as her smile returns. Norn seems quite kind, just based on what little conversation they've shared already, but... He's different from most of the other kind souls she'd met back home. He's like her - quiet. Maybe a little timid, even.

"Oh, no... It's not that. I just - I haven't been able to remember my name for a long time, now." Agent 8 pauses, though, then nods her head. "I like Viih, though. It's pretty."

[betashiftblues]

Oh, now that is a rather alarming bit of news. Being forbidden to share an identity is one thing. Having one robbed from your mind? That's an altogether more unfortunate affair. Norn tries not to let his shock show too much, though his smile has faltered right off of his face without him realizing it.

He wants to apologize, but he doesn't want her to feel worse about it.

"...Then, until you can return it to me, would you like me to call you Viih?" He tries to fish that smile back. "And you may call me Norn."