The first aid room was fully white, including the tiled floor. I felt the wet bandage wrapped around my nose. Wet with blood. "Stupid cat." I moaned.
"I can see sleeping beauty is awake!" A voice startled me from around the bed curtain. A guy about my age looked round, bringing the evil runt with him. He had silver hair with a side fringe, purple eyes, a blue star painted on his cheek. He was wearing a blue top, white trousers and a brown belt as well as a purple jacket. He was holding a long stick of some sort.
He prodded me with the stick "all better now?" I glared at him. "Keep that thing on a leash, and get it out of here." He laughed. "What, my little 'nuki? Naw he's alright he was just greeting ya." The tanuki hopped on the bed, waving it's leaf around. I think it was dancing for me.
"See? 'nuki's a friendly fellow don't you worry." It's not that, that was bothering me. He kept standing on my legs with his chubby feet and I think I've got a bruise now. "Stop it." I kicked the raccoon off the bed and he slid on his belly across the tiled floor. That was funny and I laughed.
"You can laugh! Got an evil sense of humour though.." The guy walked over to the tanuki and placed him on his shoulder. "Grrr-urrrrr" The tanuki growled at me. "So who are you?" I asked, before he could ask me.
"I'm Tarot. I'm the strongest magician in this guild. No joke." He winked at me. Seriously? An idiot like him? Whatever a magician was, I doubt he was the strongest. "I'm Lethe." I scratched the back of my neck. "What's your class?" He peered at me. "I don't know." I mumbled. "You look like a vagrant, I can't sense any skill coming from you." He rested his chin between his thumb and index finger.
A vagrant, that sounded shameful. "So what's that?" I asked. "Have you been living under a rock or something?" Tarot laughed, "A vagrant is what everyone starts out as, then when they're ready they can choose the class they want to advance to. There's magicians who focus on magical power, acrobats who focus on critical points of targets, mercenaries who focus on physical power, and assists who focus on, well both physical and magical power." Living under a rock? More like I've been hit on the head by one. "I get it." I sighed under my breath.
Tarot went to the window and looked up at the thousands of milky ways, planets and stars. "Cerberus told me you had amnesia. I never thought it was this bad." "Thanks for the wake up call." I said wearily. He wandered over to me and pulled a piece of pumpkin out of his trouser pocket. He stuffed it in his mouth and began chewing.
"Mister Pumpkin." He finally spoke after he had gobbled it down. "Some monsters you can eat, and are delicious. You have to use gvur tialla on the dead monster before you eat it though, or it'll become cursed and will kill you. Very delicious though!" He hummed in delight. The tanuki was scrabbling around on the floor licking up crumbs.
"My favourite is grilled syliaca. It's so expensive, unfortunately." Tarot sighed. "Why are you telling me this?" I snapped. "Do you want to be stuck knowing nothing?" Tarot smiled. "That's useless information. I'd rather know who I was and what happened to me for starters." "It's not useless. All I'm saying is never eat a monster without gvur tialla-ing it. Remember that and you're on your way to survival in this world!"
I felt like he was mocking me. His consistent optimism was already a pain in the butt. Weirdly, this seemed new to me though-optimism. "I need to get out of here" I sat up from the bed and turned to stand up. "Why?" Tarot asked, the tanuki shuffling away from my feet. "Because I'm not learning anything here, am I? Who am I? Where did I come from? It doesn't scare me not knowing anything, it pisses me off. Whoever did this to me must be laughing their big heads off. I'll find them, and I'll kill them." I clenched my fist tightly.
Tarot stared at me in shock. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke again. "I see!" He laughed. How hopeless, he didn't understand-did he? Then again no-one did. They've never lost their memory before. It was awkward, and so I got up and walked out the room. It was a long hallway of creaky floorboards and finally I arrived at a scratched wooden door. I turned the knob and pushed it open.