[color=8493ca][center][h2]Brunhilde[/h2][/center][/color]

[Center][color=fff79a]"No need Hildy. This is your memory right now. Editing it would be like making you into a puppet. No one would want to see such a thing as that. You shouldn't be to easy on others when they are nice to you hehe."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde was writing the napkin-note in the journal as Emi spoke, detailing in some limited detail what had happened. It wasn't exactly up to par with her usual notetaking, but it got the general idea across. She started to take another bite of her food while she processed Emi's words.

[center][color=fff79a]"Easy to remember right? Hehe."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde put down the fork mid-bite and clapped her free hand to her face as she started giggling madly. A tiny bit of a delayed reaction, but the information was a little slow to process when it had to be recorded, reread, then comprehended. And the nametag Emi had written on her forehead looked utterly ridiculous, what with the dot from the 'i' being in the middle of the E and all. Brunhilde's finger wagged back and forth in the air a bit, illustrating every word.

[center][color=8493ca]"I [i]knew it[/i]! You had the look, but I didn't expect you to play the role so [i]perfectly[/i]. This is great. Okay."[/color][/center]

She managed to get a grip on herself a couple seconds later and flipped open the book to Emi's page. With near blinding speed, a series of stars were slung around the border of Emi's portrait in yellow marker, with the note 'Vitally Important - Do Not Misplace' underneath it. She then quickly finished transcribing the napkin-notes to the diary's current date and time before she forgot, and continued, a bit more seriously.

[center][color=8493ca]"That's exactly why I gave you permission. I'm not an idiot - I know when someone's the sort of person to stab me in the back, and you have a certain feel about you. The offer still stands, though, since exploiting my poor memory can be useful sometimes. If we were to get into some sort of horrible fight, for instance, I might conveniently 'forget' to write it down and make something up that sounds likely to fill in the gaps."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde wasn't entirely certain what that 'feel' was, exactly, but she knew she'd seen it before. Somewhere... Who was that, and when was that, anyway? That line of thought felt a little strange, though, so she opted to ignore it. It'd be gone in another 40 seconds anyway if she didn't dwell on it. She continued eating her food, which was nearly finished at this point. The note on Emi's page gave her thoughts a swift kick, though. Do Not Misplace.

[center][color=8493ca]"Hey, I've got a favor to ask of you. Could you drag me out to the library later so I can run your page through a scanner and make some backups? We're on a bit of a tight schedule here, otherwise I'd do it right now."[/color][/center]

She'd back up the entire thing, but... That was over 2,500 pages filled out so far. Nobody had time for that - not even someone who had almost no concept of time management in the first place.

A further note on the diary made mention of it being a boarding school. She wondered who her roommate would be. Hopefully it wasn't one of those bizarre co-ed places. Waking up in the same home as a guy she couldn't remember would probably give her a panic attack [i]every single morning[/i]. Not exactly healthy to live like that. Further up in the diary, there was a note regarding getting keycards and roommate assignments, and she wondered when exactly they'd finally get around to announcing that. It was the first day's lunch break, after all, and a schedule on the wall of the cafeteria near the front counter made it look an awful lot like dinner opened up well after classes would be finished in any normal place, so if there were any time to getting students where they needed to go, it would be very soon.

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