The memories are shadows, ink on the page

[He swiped the journal from an unsuspecting random NPC explorer in the Wilderness. He'll give it back when he's done, but this is faster than waiting for the person to come back, and really it's their fault for leaving it lying about where anyone could get at it.

...especially since he's not sure if he can talk like this. Well. Talk, and be understood by anyone but Krile.

The writing looks... weird. Which is perfectly understandable, since he's kind of. Holding a brush in his teeth and writing that way. It's actually surprisingly easy to do... but his writing doesn't look anything like normal.]

Hey, this is Cloud. What day is it, are the ants still around, and anyone want to tell me why I've got maybe a half-dozen fireflies following me everywhere? They appeared out of nowhere pretty much the second I stepped out into the Wilderness. [And promptly turned into a pony, which neatly distracted him from wondering where the bugs came from.]

[Slight pause.]

I learned my real name, while I was there. Ginko. You can call me that if you want. I'll still answer to Cloud, though.

[For those characters who can read kanji, it should be noted that the characters that make up the name 'Ginko' mean nothing. He spells it with phonetic kanji.]

[[ooc: Slightly backdated to the morning of Feb. 15.]]

I'm finally myself again. Well, I was always myself, but I'm not a child anymore.

[Slight pause] The fish is still following me.

Lezard-san, Locket-san--as long as nothing else ends up happening, I'll start coming in to work on my normal schedule again.

Looks like I missed [pause] something.

I see Adashino made it through okay. Did everyone else?