"Orpheus Goldstine?" She asks, an eyebrow raised.
snrk
I'd... forgotten we named ourself that.
I fukkin' SNRRRRRKKKKED a mouthful of coca cola when she said our name. I'd completely forgotten that our alias name is Orpheus, aka the best fictional necromancer.
Come up with something based on the memories we've consumed. We have so much knowledge and a seemingly superhuman ability to recall it, so it shouldn't be hard to come up with something plausible. Say we're from the country, where record keeping is looser.
Remember to make it mesh with Esme's story, just in case we're still going with the camping trip story.
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+1 to this. Make it simple, and something we can remember later.
You concoct a story, drawing from your memories and cobbling together a life out of the lives of everyone you've eaten, along with the things they know. Parents are Elias and Mary, two brothers, grew up in small community in the mountains north of here. Lived apart, father worked an abandoned mine along with some other locals, digging up the scraps a larger mining operation left behind. Copper, sold to a local man, not sure where it went from there. No formal education. Father died in a cave in, brothers left to work and send money back to Mother. You're here, running errands for your cousin who works at the library. Off the book stuff really, not officially employed by them, paid by the job. You and her are planning a trip up to the mountains, camp out in the woods you grew up in. Looking forward to it. Get to see Ma while you're there. One of the good things about these memories technically being yours is that it makes lying with them surprisingly easy; it doesn't feel like lying, it feels like what you actually experienced. You actually have to be careful to not let them pollute the truth of who you are, if you're not careful the lies could become real to you.
Ellis watches you carefully as you speak, probably looking for signs of deception. However, after you finish your fake backstory she simply hands you your papers back. Her face as gone from intense observation to boredom.
"You have a very unfortunate face Mr. Goldstine. My subordinate thought you might be related to someone we are after."
She waves you through and returns to her tent without any further interest directed towards you. You scamper back to the library and quickly retell the events of the stop to Esme as you unload the camping gear. She initially appears quite worried but by the end seems at ease.
"Well, that went about as smoothly as we could hope. Obviously I'll have t be a bit careful, my cover and your self made version don't perfectly mesh. But the discrepancies are small enough that no one would notice unless we were already under worrying scrutiny. Also gives us a good reason for you to be here and a good excuse for you to be out prowling about. For an excuse off the top of your head, its not bad."
She checks over the gear for a minute or two and then nods.
"With all the stuff here and that bird of yours, I think we're good to go. I'll get my replacement here set up, if you have anything else to do you have about a day to do it."