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[Good afternoon, Luceti. Are you ready to have your quiet afternoon disturbed by a rather girly screech? Because that's what's about to happen when Emil's nap is suddenly rudely interrupted by a large blue canine form being unceremoniously deposited atop him. His flailing knocks his journal off the nightstand, causing it to record the chaos that follows.

From the sound of the startled barking (and growling) immediately after, Emil isn't the only one who was startled.]

Whoa! I-I'm really sorry, please don't eat me!

WOOF!

I said I was sorry...!

(OOC: This is a joint post! Replies may come from Emil, Repede, or both. Probably mostly from Emil, for obvious reasons.)

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Huh? No, I'm okay-- he just surprised me, that's all. Repede isn't going to eat anyone... I hope.

[ She doesn't quite catch the "I hope" part so she begins to smile in relief that the danger was a false alarm. ]

It's good that you're all right. Ah, please excuse me. We haven't been acquainted yet and I haven't give you my name yet. I'm Martel Yggdrasil and you would be...?

[He'd THOUGHT that voice sounded familiar, but it's still a bit of a surprise to hear it again, and... would she remember him? Would she know who he really is?]

... M-Martel?

[ She gives him a look of concern. Why was he so shocked at what her name was? Maybe he was one of the people she knew before she was sent back home. ]

Yes? I'm sorry, but have we met before? Because since I've arrived here, there were a few that remember me, but for some reason, I can't seem to recall them...

Um, sort of... we met the last time you were here, but I guess you don't remember that. My name is Emil.

[... yeah, definitely not going to reveal his true identity just yet.]

[ Emil... That name sounded so familiar, but she can't seem to recall when and where she heard it. Perhaps she was regaining her memories. Thinking that was probably the reason for the familiarness, she puts aside those thoughts. Not once did she take in Emil's style of clothing into consideration. If she had, she might have noticed that particular style was Ratatosk's. ]

Ah, I'm terribly sorry for not remembering you. But it's a pleasure to meet you - uh, again.

No, that's okay-- I'm used to it by now, so I don't mind. We can always just start over again, right? Because that's what friends do.

[ She smiles in relief at Emil's quick forgiveness. Though she's concerned at what he meant by "used to it." ]

Thank you, Emil... But what did you mean by you're "used to it?"

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