[u][b]Davis Gallo and Flint Asidea[/b][/u]

	Davis was a conqueror, and conquerors go where they want, when they want to. Just because a door was locked didn't mean it was going to keep him out for long. It was just a log cabin after all, how sturdy could the doors really be? All he needed to do was find something heavy to knock down one of the doors with. If he was a prisoner here, he didn't really care about causing a little bit of property damage. They should have staffed the place with more guards. With that thought in his head, Davis turned around to go to the dock. Surely there was something heavy in there. As he did however, he saw a thin man approaching.

	As Flint was walking towards the cabins, he found himself distracted by the foliage growing along the path. Maybe his memory was still failing him, but the trees looked… [i]weird[/i]. He became so transfixed, he almost missed the man at the end of the path, wearing a suit and tie in such a manner as to show off as much chest hair as possible.

	The conqueror raised an eyebrow at the peculiar man. ”[color=tomato]Hey uh, you look lost.[/color]” Davis's eyes shifted side to side. ”[color=tomato]I'm assuming you just woke up too?[/color]”

	Something about the man was unmistakably familiar. As they got close, Flint stopped and squinted, trying to place where he knew the man. Everything about him gave him an overpowering sense of déjà vu, from the clothing to the odor to the voice he was currently ignoring. Something was wrong here.

	Davis folded his arms.. ”[color=tomato]You haven't forgotten how to speak, have you? You’d better not be high...[/color]”

	Flint leaned in with no regard for personal space. The more he stared at Davis, the more he was starting to think he was losing his mind. Davis, man of grit that he was, didn’t so much as flinch. After half of a staring competition, Flint backed away a bit, finally speaking up. “[color=#B1ADE5]Did we meet last night?[/color]”

	”[color=tomato]...Huh?[/color]” Davis gave Flint a sideways glance. ”[color=tomato]If we did, I can't remember.[/color]” Davis nodded to himself. ”[color=tomato]I wouldn't be surprised if I look familiar to you. Did you watch cooking with the stars or marshal mayhem? I appear on TV from time to time.[/color]” After chuckling to himself for a few seconds, his smile vanished. ”[color=tomato]What [i]were[/i] you doing last night?[/color]”

	[i]Fuck[/i]. Flint can’t just say he forgot what happened last night, but luckily, it seems Davis doesn’t remember either. He’s positive he didn’t just see Davis on TV. He never watches TV. So… the most convincing lie would be… “[color=#B1ADE5]Taking cooking lessons.[/color]” Flint tries to change the subject. “[color=#B1ADE5]Do you know the way to Hope’s Peak?[/color]”

	[color=tomato]”I don't know...”[/color] Davis trailed off. [color=tomato]”I'm sorry, it really bothers me that I can't remember you at all. Did I teach you my famous souffle recipe?”[/color]

	Flint deflects the question. “[color=#B1ADE5]My name is Asidea, Flint. I never caught your name.”[/color]

	Davis smirked. ”[color=tomato]Really now? I taught you how to make a delicious souffle, and I never told you my name?[/color]”

	“[color=#B1ADE5]Who said the cooking lesson involved you or your souffles?[/color]”

	”[color=tomato]Oh, was that detail wrong?[/color]” The conqueror adjusted his shirt. Flint hid his incredulity. Is this how normal people live? Guessing details they forget all the time? No, that can’t be right… ”[color=tomato] Anyway, I’m Thomas Herringson, ultimate runner.[/color]” Davis started to walk past Flint. ”[color=tomato]I don't think we're alone here, Flint.[/color]”

	Flint falters for a bit, trailing after [s]Davis[/s] [i]Thomas Herringson[/i].  “[color=#B1ADE5]Wait, what do you mean? Why would we be?[/color]”

	”[color=tomato]Well, you're the first face I've seen around here. And if it wasn't for the sixteen cabins I saw back there, I'd probably assume it was just you and me out here in the wilderness. I must admit I just woke up not too long ago, so there is still a lot I need to see, as I don’t remember much of anything.[/color] ”He did not look at Flint as he continued down the path. ”[color=tomato]I think it will be interesting to hear what everyone remembers. I wonder if I'm the only one who forgot yesterday, or if you're the only one who remembers it.[/color]” Davis looked over his shoulder, still wearing that smirk. Flint raises an eyebrow. Is he trying to say something? ”[color=tomato]You asked about hope's peak, you wouldn't happen to be a student there as well, would you? What is your talent?[/color]”

	“[color=#B1ADE5]I guess you could say that, but…[/color] Flint looked directly at [i]Thomas[/i]... Hrmmm… “[color=#B1ADE5]You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?[/color]”

	”[color=tomato]Well, it actually makes me really happy to hear you say that, Flint.[/color]” Davis turned around to face him. ”[color=tomato]Because I don't fully trust you either. I've just woken up and I've been approached by someone who claims they know more than me. Moreover, you seem to know me, but won’t disclose how or why. You also dodge simple questions, and seem to have an incomplete knowledge of how things work around here. This seems oddly suspicious for someone who is suppose to remember ‘yesterday’. [/color]” Davis kept on talking. He didn't give flint a chance to respond. ”[color=tomato]So I have two theories Flint. The first one is that you're involved with my memory loss, and me waking up wherever the hell we're supposed to be. The second one is that you're just as confused as I am, but you're lying about what you know because you're scared or...[/color]” Davis shrugged. ”[color=tomato]Who knows? It's not important. But I can't trust either of those people. So I'm going to continue exploring until I have a more complete idea of my current situation. I'd prefer if you stayed out of my way until I'm finished.[/color]”

	He seems to be taking the situation quite seriously. He raises some good points, and it’d probably be better if you see what he’s talking about for yourself. Even so… “[color=#B1ADE5]Can you at least tell me your real name?[/color]” Flint stares hard at the man. Something about him bothers Flint.

	“[color=tomato]Why should I tell you anything? I just said-[/color]”

	“[color=#B1ADE5]It begins with a ‘D’, doesn’t it?[/color]”

	Davis's eyes momentarily widened, but then then he fret his brow. ”[color=tomato]Is that suppose to mean something? You can guess the first letter of my name? How do I know you don't know the whole thing?[/color]” He groaned. ”[color=tomato]It's Davis.[/color]” The conqueror prepared to turn around. ”[color=tomato]So maybe you have heard of me. I still don't trust you. But if you'd like, we can explore the place together, see if there's anyone else around here.[/color]”

	“[color=#B1ADE5]I’ll pass.[/color]” Flint said without any hesitation. They continued walking in silence until reaching the crossroads. “[color=#B1ADE5]See you around though.[/color]” Davis nodded and headed north. All conquerors go north. That’s where Babylon is. Flint headed south, solely because it was in the opposite direction.

	”[color=tomato]I know that guy was high off something. I mean, who hasn't heard of Davis Gallo?[/color]”