Brianna the Handmaiden

[...oops.]

[The writing picks up, a little messy and splotchy.]

I have returned. I do not think words will do much good, but I am sorry that I died. It was [paaaaause] not what I expected to happen.

So far, I seem to remember. Time will show if I have forgotten anything.

How long have I been dead?

[tap tap tap.]

There is one more thing. My name is not Handmaiden. It is Brianna.

Stoneface, I do not believe it would be wise of me to patrol today. I must [lots of pentaps] adjust to this new state before I am best able to carry out my duties, although I believe my physical combat skills have not been affected.

Ro Fred, when you are feeling well enough there is something I must speak to you about.

Simon is dead.

[ooc: Her handwriting is large and somewhat messy, and generally smeared and spattered with ink. It is hard to write with the gloves that come with a Darth Vader costume.]

Will, Medium. I do not believe I will be able to train with you hand-to-hand for the next few days, due to the consequences of a memory crystal. I can observe your technique if you like, but in the clothing I am wearing, I cannot fight you adequately for your benefit.

Stoneface, I will try to adapt, but if my fighting is subpar I apologize. I do not believe my duties will be significantly hindered.

To those going about their business: If you see a person patrolling the area with a black helmet and angular facemask, dressed all in black, and with a [there is a long pause because she doesn't want to write this...] cape, do not be alarmed.


[ooc: The original words 'memory crystal' have been drawn over with brown ink. The words MEMORY CRYSTAL were briefly rewritten above it, but have been scratched out to the point of tearing the page. Handmaiden has added this:]

Your censorship is pointless.