Daichi: This came about when I was mucking about in character customization and created a character with a surprising resemblance to Lynne. The story will branch out, however, because of different characters and circumstances, and the fact that when fate has it in for you like this, it's kind of impossible to go through without dying at least once.

Verity: As you know, both mentioned franchises are owned by males. Dai is female, therefore, she cannot own the mentioned franchises.

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It was a lovely day. The sun was bright, there was a slight breeze, and barely a cloud in the sky. Several people were out enjoying the great outdoors. One such person was walking her dog, with a little black kitten accompanying them. The three were seemingly silent, though occasionally, one of them would move as if they were reacting to something.

Soon enough, there was nobody around except for the three of them. Or so they believed. A shadow detached itself from a nearby wall, and slid towards the woman. The kitten moved towards the shadow as it lunged.

Four minutes later, there was just a fallen leash, a worried Pomeranian, and an empty shell.

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Lynne? Could you wake up, Lynne? I know you're not dead. The person lying on the ground mumbled a little bit, but did not get up. She might not have been dead, but she was certainly asleep.

Worried, the spirit flipped the trash lid he had found himself in and let it fall to the ground. She didn't stir at the noise. He cast out for anything he could use to get closer, and froze.

There was a man passing by the edge of his vision with a purple core.

Now, even if he'd found other ghosts nearby, the very color of the core was open to question. Generally, living beings had golden cores. Ghosts were naturally able to possess blue cores. He'd never seen a purple core before, but something told him it wasn't something he'd want to see again.

Still, his friend needed help, and there really wasn't much of a choice here. Lid, trash can, piece of garbage, other piece of garbage, he hopped through objects until he got in range.

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One little known fact about Kalin Kessler was that, in his life, he had been a cat person. It was little known because he'd only ever told a few people, actively avoided telling the ones he called his coworkers, and that there simply weren't enough cats around for people to figure it out on their own.

Despite locking up a good amount of his human emotions, the sudden appearance of a little black kitten with a red scarf almost brought them out again. The voice in the back of his head was getting louder, and the cat flinched away. "What are you doing here?"

Asking for help. He hadn't actually expected a response. My friend is over in that direction, and I'm getting kind of worried. She hasn't moved in a while, I have no clue where this is, and letting her wander is not an option. She's... accident prone.

He didn't know why he followed the cat's instructions, but he did, and quickly realized that he had no idea what to do, eventually ditching the woman and cat ghost outside of a subway tunnel with a note.

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He didn't like that the human had abandoned them, but at the same time, it was a relief to be away from that strange purple core. He took notice of the ones who brought Lynne inside, and carefully followed. He'd noticed an absence of any kind of telephone, and resigned himself to scrambling from core to core. Maybe he could convince Lynne to carry around something he could possess.

Still, nothing could happen until she woke up. So he'd wait until that happened.

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When she pulled herself awake, she didn't know what she'd expected. This probably wasn't it. She had no clue where she was. Time stopping a moment later didn't help, either. She also had a kitten in her head.

"Why is there a kitten in my head?" The little cat tilted his head.

What do you mean? I've always done this. You never complained before. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to doubt that. But she was certain she'd remember a telepathic cat. Maybe. Do you remember anything?

No. No, she didn't. She knew there was something, she just couldn't quite grasp it. Should've figured. I imagine it isn't easy to forget a cat, say, stopping you from getting hit by the ice cream truck. Or the large number of times I stopped you from getting shot.

What kind of things had she done before waking up here? Strange ones that generally ended in death. She came to the realization that the cat was reading her thoughts. To be fair, it's impossible not to. Also, everything you've heard from me so far is in my thoughts. I can't exactly speak normally. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a cat. Also, I'm a ghost.

"You didn't think to mention that first?" I didn't think it was important, at first. Fair enough.

"So, what's your name, and what's mine? I especially need the second one." I'm Sissel, you're Lynne, and we're both lost.

That was not what she'd hoped to hear.

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She quickly realized that not everyone could hear Sissel. Mostly they acted like she was crazy. It didn't help that, half of the time, she had no clue what they were talking about.

Sissel was currently possessing a pen she'd stuffed in her pocket. He was paying attention to what the others were saying, at least until they decided not to throw out the seemingly crazy person.

Lynne didn't know what kind of place she'd come from, but she was fairly certain it wasn't anything like this one.

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Yomiel answered the door to see a Pomeranian carrying the limp body of a cat, and mentally broadcasting worried gibberish. He didn't know what he expected, but somehow, this wasn't it.

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Daichi: Will Lynne recover her memories? Yes, of both timelines. Did she have memories of both timelines before? I'm not telling you, and it doesn't matter anymore, now does it?