[It isn't long after that Cumore sweeps in; his movements are brisk, both due to the cold and also the fact that he's just...very tall and lanky and has the stride to match, and he'll stop by the counter to ensure that he's got something warm to put in his system to counter the cold. He flushes easily in response to it, and now isn't an exception; it's been frigid out lately, cold enough for snow (though it seems to have been very light so far, which is nice), and as such he's going to leave his coat on for the time being, at least until he's warmed up. The coat, like everything else he's got on, seems expensive as hell, but he's willing to risk getting something on it should things go pear-shaped with the drink order until he's warmed up.
Once that's dealt with, though, he'll make his way over to Jaeger easily enough, though he doesn't sit down immediately.]
Mr. Schwarz, is it? I don't believe we've really spoken at length until the Retrospec app; if we have...well, I work with people, you know how it goes.
[...That is surprisingly pleasant, given how he's pretty much lord of the shitpost on the app itself.]
[Cumore will join him, then, settling across from Jaeger and crossing his legs idly at the knee; that last bit just gets a light laugh and a dismissive handwave, really.]
If anything, I appreciate the patience; work has been hideous lately.
[Despite that, though, he's not breaking eye contact; he really does have to wonder what the hell all of this is about.]
No, no, it's fine! Don't concern yourself with it~
[This is going almost too well so far, but things are about to get worse, he's sure of it.]
Well, I won't waste your time. I have reason to believe that we're from the same world. A man with your name and face has appeared in my memories, you see.
[Well, okay, so that face had red eyes and blue hair, but that's not important enough to share!!]
[That's...interesting, at the very least; he just kind of blinks for a moment at it before laughing a little again, the sound light and easy.]
And there's no chance that you could be mistaken...? After all, I don't recall you at all - outside of meeting you in passing once or twice at galas, of course, and I hardly think that counts.
He acts just like you, actually! I wasn't certain at first, but you're definitely the same person. I suppose you'll be remembering me at some point in the future as well.
[This is still going too well. Cumore totally doesn't believe him, right...?]
Well, this explains the insistence that you would want to stay in contact with me in some way - I don't suppose you're willing to tell me what relation we seem to have had to one another in these memories of yours?
We were working together; we seemed to be on fairly friendly terms, actually!
[He could probably tell Cumore about the warmongering and all that fun shit, but that's... hmm. It wouldn't be good for him to remember that right away, would it? Hell, he might have already said too much.]
[And he seems to mull that over for a moment, how...exactly should he deal with this - ]
Well, I do appreciate being told, at any rate... Though if you don't mind, I'd prefer to continue living my life as normally as possible, despite the circumstances. This is all lovely and surreal and all, but I'm frankly not interested in engaging with it.
I suppose I wish you luck in all of it, however, should you be taking a different route.
[...he's going to deal with it BY NOT DEALING WITH IT AT ALL, APPARENTLY.]
[Ah, there we go. It didn't go to shit quite as spectacularly as he was envisioning, but here we are anyway.]
I suppose it's only natural to try to ignore it. I certainly did too!
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Before we part ways, may I at least ask what you've remembered?
[He's a patient man, he can wait for Cumore to come talk to him again, but this is something he desperately wants to know. It's the whole reason why he was willing to talk to Cumore at all earlier today, after all.]
[He leans back a bit at that, offering another of those dismissive little handwaves.]
It's less that I don't believe it, and more that I don't see any point in caring. Say that these memories are mine, from some sort of past life - might I ask what I'm supposed to do about any of it?
According to everyone here, the world we're discussing is long-dead. That's hardly something I see a need to care about. My world is here.
Oh yes, of course! As you noted earlier, quite a few people have been regaining terrible memories! It's a bit harder to dismiss them as nightmares, I'd imagine!
Oh, I'd imagine - and I'm hardly saying that they should just dismiss them. If they're our memories, then so be it.
I just don't understand the people seeming to have some sort of identity crisis over it. I can't imagine having a sense of self that fragile - I know exactly who I am, and I don't see why some memories of a destroyed past need to change that.
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Once that's dealt with, though, he'll make his way over to Jaeger easily enough, though he doesn't sit down immediately.]
Mr. Schwarz, is it? I don't believe we've really spoken at length until the Retrospec app; if we have...well, I work with people, you know how it goes.
[...That is surprisingly pleasant, given how he's pretty much lord of the shitpost on the app itself.]
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No need for formalities! You can just call me Jaeger.
[No one calls him "Mr. Schwarz", that just sounds weird.]
It's good of you to meet me here!
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If anything, I appreciate the patience; work has been hideous lately.
[Despite that, though, he's not breaking eye contact; he really does have to wonder what the hell all of this is about.]
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[This is going almost too well so far, but things are about to get worse, he's sure of it.]
Well, I won't waste your time. I have reason to believe that we're from the same world. A man with your name and face has appeared in my memories, you see.
[Well, okay, so that face had red eyes and blue hair, but that's not important enough to share!!]
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[That's...interesting, at the very least; he just kind of blinks for a moment at it before laughing a little again, the sound light and easy.]
And there's no chance that you could be mistaken...? After all, I don't recall you at all - outside of meeting you in passing once or twice at galas, of course, and I hardly think that counts.
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[This is still going too well. Cumore totally doesn't believe him, right...?]
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[What the fuck do you even say to that.]
Well, this explains the insistence that you would want to stay in contact with me in some way - I don't suppose you're willing to tell me what relation we seem to have had to one another in these memories of yours?
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[He could probably tell Cumore about the warmongering and all that fun shit, but that's... hmm. It wouldn't be good for him to remember that right away, would it? Hell, he might have already said too much.]
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[And he seems to mull that over for a moment, how...exactly should he deal with this - ]
Well, I do appreciate being told, at any rate... Though if you don't mind, I'd prefer to continue living my life as normally as possible, despite the circumstances. This is all lovely and surreal and all, but I'm frankly not interested in engaging with it.
I suppose I wish you luck in all of it, however, should you be taking a different route.
[...he's going to deal with it BY NOT DEALING WITH IT AT ALL, APPARENTLY.]
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I suppose it's only natural to try to ignore it. I certainly did too!
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Before we part ways, may I at least ask what you've remembered?
[He's a patient man, he can wait for Cumore to come talk to him again, but this is something he desperately wants to know. It's the whole reason why he was willing to talk to Cumore at all earlier today, after all.]
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[There we go indeed.]
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We're from the same world, though. Anything you've recalled is relevant to my interests!
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It's less that I don't believe it, and more that I don't see any point in caring. Say that these memories are mine, from some sort of past life - might I ask what I'm supposed to do about any of it?
According to everyone here, the world we're discussing is long-dead. That's hardly something I see a need to care about. My world is here.
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Ja, of course, that's fair! There are a few of us that do find these memories interesting at least, though!
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Maybe I'll concede that point, but people seem to get terribly worked up over this entire thing.
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I just don't understand the people seeming to have some sort of identity crisis over it. I can't imagine having a sense of self that fragile - I know exactly who I am, and I don't see why some memories of a destroyed past need to change that.
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I wouldn't know! I certainly haven't remembered anything worth having a crisis over!
[He's not going to get anything from this, is he?]
Well, I thought it was worth sharing a few things about our shared world, but it's fine if you're not interested!
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It isn't as though I've remembered anything that's worth sharing, anyway.
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Which is why you're so interested in talking to me.
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