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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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idealisme: (Pour illuminer notre terre)

forgetting

[personal profile] idealisme 2018-04-10 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[The memory stirs a similar memory in Enjolras- a fine house, a luxurious life. Instead of nostalgia it draws out his contempt for the lives of the rich. Why should anyone live like this when orphans starved on the street?

His arms are crossed as he watches the memory, lips pursed and disdainful.]


You parents' home? [He's noticed the children, but they don't have his attention.]
crimsondawn: (smiling)

[personal profile] crimsondawn 2018-04-10 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Hiryuu steps forward and places a finger under her chin so that he can tilt her head up and take a better look at her face.

Her eyes are like his. Her hair too, but that much is obvious just from the briefest of glances. He knows she is not the daughter he left behind when he died; her name was not Yona. But to look at them, strangers might take them for father and daughter.]


That is correct.

[He smiles.]

...so you have heard of me... though that is not unexpected, if the Dragon Warriors answer your call.
dawnblushed: (043)

[personal profile] dawnblushed 2018-04-10 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone has heard of you.

[Everyone from Kouka, anyway.]

I don't... understand what's going on. It's been thousands of years since you... [Died. That's blunt, even for her, so she lets her voice trail off.] The Natha must have—

[She's cut off by the sound of footsteps - loud, echoing things coming from the stairs leading down into the shrine. Yona freezes.]
motivation: (【 185 】)

dutch | killjoys

[personal profile] motivation 2018-04-10 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
FORGETTING IS SO LONG (closed to established cr)
[ one moment, dutch is walking along with everyone. the next, she's back in the royal harem of her childhood. there's a fat man tied up on a chair, struggling against his bonds. opposite him, on the other side of the room, there's dutch — a younger version of her, anyway, equally tied up. she's crying. not dutch, but yalena. the girl she once was. she's pleading, i don't want to kill him, please, khlyen, no-

in the middle of the room, between them, there is a weapon. ]


It's you or him, little bird. [ comes khlyen's voice. imploring. gentle. advising. ] Never let it be you.

[ dutch takes a step back. ]

This isn't real.

[ except it is. this is her memory. this is how she learned to kill. it wasn't even the first kill. it was far from the last. but she's not alone here and she doesn't want anyone to see this. this is the part of herself she's run from for so many years. this is yala, khlyen's little bird, not dutch. ]


FORGETTING IS SO LONG (ota)
[ the road becomes the ramp to a ship and you see a barefooted woman in a wedding dress with blood on her hands run up it. she's breathing hard and she'll soon find that she's not alone on the ship that was her wedding gift from a man now dead.

it's the night of dutch's wedding, the night she met her best friend, and the night she became dutch — and dutch is torn emotionally. that night was both one of the worst of her life and the best thing to have happened to her.

and you have a front row seat, watching her younger self. ]


[ ooc; if anyone is unsure if our cr is established enough for the first prompt, please don't hesitate to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] abiosis!! but in the interest of not making dutch clam up worse than she already is, i don't think it's a good idea for people she doesn't trust at least a little/has some kind of bond with to see it. ]
Edited 2018-04-10 08:10 (UTC)
crimsondawn: (serious 2)

[personal profile] crimsondawn 2018-04-10 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Shh.

[Like this it is impossible to tell whose memory this room has come from and thus they have no idea what to expect. Hiryuu releases her chin to place his hand on her shoulder and gently guide her away from the center of the room. He crouches down behind the altar, pulling her out of sight as the footsteps grow closer.

It's a priest, come to clean the shrine. It may be that this is the priest's memory, in which case they would do well not to be noticed. Neither one of them was here in the past.

When the priest's back is turned, he points toward the stairwell and nods once to wordlessly urge her on.]
meinwaifu: (Like trying to be hellish ♪)

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-10 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure what he's expecting in response, and yet somehow, this still isn't it. Angling his face up to look back at Amaimon's expression, he finds himself confused by what he sees.]

[It's something he found himself questioning back when he believed Amaimon had died here all those months ago. How did he really feel about his brother? About his family? When death was impossible, when he could easily go centuries without seeing their faces-- how much did he really care about them? Even at the time, Mephisto didn't know how to react properly to the loss beyond the act he'd put up around Yona, acting the role of a man who had lost his brother.]

[And yet he remembers all too clearly that despair he felt in the jungles outside Wyver. When that creature attacked him and forced him to confront all his fears and the pain of losing Assiah, bringing him to tears... back then, those tears had been for Amaimon as well, hadn't they?]

[Closing his eyes, he lets out a soft sigh before reaching up to rest a gloved hand over one of Amaimon's.]


I am. Just as you are.

[...]

...I missed you.
Edited 2018-04-10 08:12 (UTC)
dawnblushed: (001)

[personal profile] dawnblushed 2018-04-10 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Yona nods back and heads for the stairs, trusting that he will follow her.

She doesn't know if they're both stepping lightly, if the priest is exceptionally unobservant, or if they're simply lucky, but they make it there with no fuss. She takes the first step without a second thought and starts the trek upward.

It will take some time before she realizes that no matter how many stairs they climb, they'll just stretch on and on, an endless corridor. And if they try to turn back, they'll get no closer to the opening they came through.

For now - when she thinks they're a safe distance away from the priest - she speaks in a whisper.]


...when Zeno wakes up... [When, she says. If the Natha have saved Hiryuu, of all people - Hiryuu, who she'd never thought she would have the opportunity to meet - then they have certainly saved him too, and it's only a matter of time before he opens his eyes.] He's going to be so happy to see you again.
meinwaifu: (RUDE ♪)

COWS COWS COWS

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-10 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
--I beg your pardon!?

[Excuse you, Mephisto was having a grand ol' time floating around in the sky with his long-awaited familiar, which just looks like a pink umbrella with batwings, when he's suddenly being nabbed out of the sky and held aloft in the air, princess-style.]

[Sure, there's a little tornado whirling around that would probably seem dangerous to a sane person-- but he just wanted to reenact that scene from the Wizard of Oz okay. #everyoneneedsahobby]


I'll have you know I'm not fragile at all! Put me down!
diplomatie: (2483720-29)

alphinaud leveilleur | final fantasy xiv

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-10 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud isn't new to the strange happenings of this place, but he's unprepared for the sudden burst of memory he's stuck in. One minute he's helping the new refugees, and the next he's being thrust into ... what seems to be his own memory. ]

a;

[ The memory he, and the other person being dragged in, shows up in is one of he and his sister. They're young — they can't be any older than 10 — and they're sitting in bed together, with the lights dim. Alisaie has a book in her hands, but Alphinaud seems to be ... wrapped up under a blanket, his face barely peaking out of the opening. Huh.

But Alisaie continues her reading, and it soon becomes clear what it is, exactly, that she's reading — a ghost story. She looks rather proud of herself, as she reads on, her twin whimpering from under the blankets, until the story reaches a terrifying climax and the little Alphinaud shouts out for his sister to cut it out! He's done with this story, they need to read a happier one!

MEANWHILE, the current Alphinaud watches on for a few moments, endeared by it at first until he realizes what she's reading and why he's under the blankets in this flashback. OH GODS. He resists the urge to put his face in his hands in embarrassment, and instead tries to keep his composure, turning to the person with him. ]


I-I was merely a boy!

[ THAT'S ... A GOOD EXPLANATION, RIGHT. It's not like he's afraid of ghosts even now, or anything!! Haha!! ]

b; (closed to CR)

[ The next memory to occur happens a little bit later, once he's already finished and recovered from the embarrassment that was his first memory being shown to someone. But this one, however will take a great deal more recovery, after it's through with him. Once again, he's here with another.

But he feels his stomach drop the moment it begins — he recognizes the small, brick room in Ul'dah, and those men in blue coats — men who were meant to be loyal to him. It seems he hasn't noticed anything amiss yet, in the flashback, though the Alphinaud of now certainly knows what's coming. He watches on, his teeth gritting together and his hands balling into fists. Of all the memories for him to be seen, it had to be this one — one which he's tried so hard to move on from, to prove himself better than.

And after a small exchange of words with the seemingly military-like figures, there's a man coming up behind him, in that very same uniform, pulling his blade on the boy and placing it to the side of his neck. Ah ... the moment he'd learned of his own comrades' betrayal. He watches as the Alphinaud of the past puts his hands up in surrender, and a man begins reporting to another about how they've detained those with allegiance to the Scions.

But Alphinaud can't bear to watch this memory, his breath hitched in frustration and disappointment in himself, which he clearly has yet to let go of. While he's fully aware he's grown since this experience, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, not does it mean he feels he's fully fixed what was wrong with himself to lead to this in the first place. It's a soft spot, that's for sure. And he looks down and away, averting his gaze. He only wishes he didn't have to hear it.

He's almost forgotten someone else is here watching it with him. ]
crunchcrunch: (59)

[personal profile] crunchcrunch 2018-04-10 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[there was a lot amaimon didn't understand in the way of emotions and matters of the heart - things that never came up for him in his life as a demon. they were unnecessary things to him. yet right now a small, yearning part of him wishes he could understand just exactly what was happening to his brother. he wanted to know but the pieces just didn't fit.

but he understands missing. he missed his brother back home, missed him back in gehanna with their other siblings. he missed him in small, unobtrusive ways, but never did he think his brother felt the same about him.

amaimon is quiet again for a long moment and then... lightly knocks their foreheads together.]


I missed you too, brother.
diplomatie: (oo2)

iii!!! gimme whatever memory your heart desires

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-10 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alphinaud is pulled in to the memory she shows up into next, one minute outside of it, and the next minute not. But he doesn't recognize what's going on at first, only that he notices Krile nearby — soaking wet. It's second nature for him to care about his friends, so her name slips from his lips almost instantaneously. ]

Krile?

[ And he moves over to where she is, looking her over for any signs of injury. Luckily for him, it's not one of his memories they're in, but one of hers — whether that's good for her or not remains to be seen, of course. ]
devilcalling: (didn't choose → the thug life)

Forkside Story

[personal profile] devilcalling 2018-04-10 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Talk about dense!

[ Hovering a good eight feet high in the air on her side with her cheek propped in her palm, Ryoko levels a sharp gaze at the pair of women. It's hard to miss a mineral body in a crowd full of fleshy ones and her curiosity had seen her continue to observe the rock... girl? Boy?? She's not entirely sure just looking at them. Ryo-Ohki may be part mineral, but her gender is a definite thing. That's neither here, nor there, though. What's here is a scene turned increasing less amusing, to the point she's pushing herself up into a sitting position now. ]

Or maybe you're hard of hearing? I heard her say no from all the way over here and she was even polite about it. Why don't you try someone else now?

[ By which she means go do that thing I just suggested because it wasn't a suggestion and it is a message that much more clearly heard as Ryoko settles into hovering by the rock person. She doesn't even wait until the women shy out of earshot, watching their backs as they go. ]

Well, I guess that answers that. Some people just don't know when to quit. [ Pot, kettle. Shhh... ]
meinwaifu: (Recovery ♪)

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-10 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
[...he missed him too, huh. Just what is it Mephisto has been looking at all this time? His sights were so set on Assiah, on humanity, on his goals and aspirations for the future, that it seems he forgot to take a moment and look around the present. At who's been by his side all this time.]

[Of course, as tender and sweet as this little moment is, when Mephisto opens his eyes and sees Amaimon right there, well-- look, his affection still has a limit. And so, he gives the back of Amaimon's hand a little pat before pulling back, and then once more returning to his feet. Once up, he turns and goes right back to normal -- at least, on a very surface level. He's clearly still affected by what they saw, but unless Amaimon asks him specifically, he won't explain it.]


...I'm not sure what's causing these little rifts in time, but it would be for the best to keep moving. It's possible it may be related to the method the Natha chose for delivering the latest batch of refugees to the planet-- or perhaps even some influence from the Storm.

In either case, I'd rather not wait around for it to happen again.
frombetrayal: (043)

not your average tourist!

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-04-10 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Haru would like to take part in guiding people on the tours - but some of them are already underway before she finishes her patrol in the market district. Still, maybe if she hurries, she can help with the next one. So she starts to go right to the entrance of the city from work, not bothering to change out of her Royal Guard uniform, but stops in her tracks as a group walks by, a cat following along.

...a very familiar looking cat.]


—Mona-chan?!

[The words are out before Haru can stop herself.

It could be a coincidence, but... The timing is right. So many people have woken up - why not Morgana, too?]
frombetrayal: (025)

3b!!

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-04-10 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not what Haru expects.

She knows, of course, that Ryuji had a rough home life - most of them did - but she didn't know the details. Most of that had been confided to Akira long before she'd joined the Phantom Thieves. It's painful to watch (and must be even more painful to remember), and Haru can't just stand by and watch it play out.

It won't change what happened in the past, but as the man in Ryuji's memories begins to beat him, as Ryuji rolls up into a ball, she lunges forward and tries to make a grab for his father's arm. Is it even possible to stop a memory?

She'll try anyway.]


Stop that! Don't touch him!
frombetrayal: (063)

forgetting! ...i know we had other plans. but. memorysharing...!!

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-04-10 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The change in scenery is so subtle that at first, Haru scarcely notices it - but that only lasts for so long. The glow coming from beneath her lights up her surroundings enough that she can see how they've changed, and her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of the broken bridge and the walkway of vines that make the only way across.

And the person on the other side, with the snakes -

Narrow walkway or no, she'll have to try anyway. She calls out as she starts across. ...this isn't so bad; it's about on par with walkways she's darted across as a Phantom Thief.]


Hold on! I'm on my way to help!
thetaintedsorrow: (You looking at me?)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-10 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Guess you’d get used to it after that.

[Chuuya shrugs. His life has been an odd one, but there’s nothing he can look back on and say that he truly regrets. Joining the Mafia doesn’t make for a soft, comfy life, after all.]

No big deal.

[Chuuya bows in turn. He’s polite when he needs to be.]

Chuuya Nakahara.

[Then it dawns on him. Why it took so long with the resemblance, he doesn’t know.]

Sidon mentioned you.
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frombetrayal: (040)

we got cows!

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-04-10 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Haru nods, allowing Sherlock to pull her back out of the hail's reach. They're lucky that they were able to find shelter even this minimal - had they been on the plains between here and the city, they might not have had any choice but to run for it while getting pelted.]

What's the saying... "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes"? I hope it's true.

[With how quickly things have been changing, it seems that it might be.]

...we may be able to find some kindling for a fire that hasn't been soaked yet, if you're cold. Would you like for me to look?
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MEMORIIIIES

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-10 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, this memory is very sweet. You know what would have made it even sweeter? If it didn't decide to become a thing while he was just about to sweep Mipha off her feet for a romantic night of cuddling and more, basically replacing the scenery of her bedroom as soon as they walked in with... this.]

[He's trying very, very hard not to let on that he's experiencing some pretty weird feelings right now, seeing her together with Link. It's not like he didn't know how she felt about him. And these feelings... he has no right to be feeling them anyway.]

[But hey, demons are possessive, news at 11.]


...my, I wonder just how long these little memory snippets will be sticking around.
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Prior Walter | Angels in America

[personal profile] priorly 2018-04-10 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
FORGETTING IS SO LONG
[cw: video not SFW due to language.]

a) it's the end of the world as we know it

[You're sitting on the far corner of a messily disrupted bed, on which Prior Walter should probably be sleeping.

Instead, he's perched on the headboard, pressing himself as far back against the wall as is possible without physically breaking through it. You might want to cover your ears, too, things are going to be a little shrieky for a while.

For good reason. In the opposite corner of the room hovers an angel. Her ragged wingspan fills the space from wall to wall and she moves accompanied by the sound of trumpets. Her voice may be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard: an orchestra of finely tuned violins tucked into one throat. Her appearance, though? She's more tattered Manhattan pigeon than pristine white perfection.

As she gradually pulls Prior's apartment to pieces with her instructions to find some 'holy implements' you'll discover that you can interact, here. Prior is in the memory and recounting it at the same time - he can talk to you if you interrupt.

Meanwhile the Angel is of one moment and one purpose... but distract her prophet too long and she too will turn her gaze on you.

If you're male, you'll find yourself suddenly, impossibly hard.]



b) and i feel fine


[Or maybe you find yourself partaking in more earthly delights.

The music here is loud, and the tiny dancefloor packed and sweaty. The crowd's nearly all male, and you'll stand out if you don't happen to be wearing something neon bright. On a tiny stage in front of a curtain of silver streamers, a drag queen is miming the words to Holiday, and it takes you a while to pick Prior out among the melee.

He's wearing a bright blue wig, a short skirt, and a face done up in shades of electric-blue Egypt. Even as he bounds over you can see he's giddy and high, and young. He's twenty-five, healthy and looking at you as though you were always meant to be here. You're greeted with a kiss - maybe on your cheek, maybe it's full on the lips, maybe it's brief, or long - and his hands slipping into yours.]


There you are, I was looking all over. Miss Thing's going to be doing her thing for hours yet and I haven't the heart to tell her Like A Virgin just isn't her song. Run away with me? I want to show you my favorite place in the world.


WE GOT COWS

a) hello, sunshine.

[Following a perfectly reasonable period of freaking the fuck out over the release of a slice of world-ending storm into the city, the curious weather effects have now become more of an irritating impediment to getting around than anything else.

That's why Prior can be found, sitting on a park bench in bright, glorious sunshine, waiting for the thick snow drifts all around him to start to melt. They're climbable, but as he's currently working with a cane and one functional leg, it doesn't seem wise.

He might call out as you pass by.]


I don't suppose you know anybody with a plough?


WILDCARD

[You know how this one works.]
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winddaughter: (you were red)

[personal profile] winddaughter 2018-04-10 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. [In a way, the information is useful. Anemone had yet to try and doors herself.

She storms over to the young girl, crouches down, and yells.]


Hey weirdo! Why don't you use some of that magic to bust us out of here, huh?

[Unsurprisingly, the memory girl doesn't even acknowledge her. Anemone huffs and stares back at the real Cinnamon.]

Okay. There's gotta be a way out, right? What do you know about this... [Anemone stares around, but she keeps focusing back on the little prodigy.] ...place.
steponme: blush, tsun (♫ That is tragic)

1/2

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-10 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Just... admitting it? He's been doing that this whole time, but he's willing to try anything at this point.]

I-It's nothing but a memory!
devilcalling: (look → at all those chickens)

you gotta leave your behind in your past

[personal profile] devilcalling 2018-04-10 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's a sight, a sensation Ryoko could more than do without. The darkness encroaching her peripheral is a cold spike driven hard and fast into still tender nerves. It makes her breath catch in her throat. It makes her hair stand on end and stirs memories of a cold, damp place devoid of warmth, of energy, of presence. In that moment before she blinks, she dreads, but it's there and on her and gone when her eyelids flutter open and she sees... red? A familiar shade and style of it, even, that sees her cast off that memory and a curious twinge of something else dashed for her focus and quick identification. Washu isn't here, but a decent wine pairing is and she kicks off from the ground into the air with every intention of closing the distance between them, and quickly. Quickly enough to catch that inquiry of his as she flags him down with an enthusiastic wave, for that matter, that turns into a hug as she latches on in circling around him.

"Axel, you're here!"

And warm, very warm. It's impossible to miss when in such close proximity. Nevermind that she isn't entirely sure where exactly here is. That hug isn't a little tight for how light-hearted her exclamation and manner in that moment. She's fine. This is fine except for the fact that she is now blinking and turning her eyes around with the aforementioned realization more or less setting in.

"Just where is here, anyway? This doesn't look like El Nysa."

Or rather, what little she's seen of it so far.
steponme: shock, cry, look (♪ Lights will guide you home)

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-10 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[But no. Not only does it not work, the memory seems to actually continue now. There's a knock on his bedroom door, as a man's voice calls out, "Master Shell? Is everything all right?"]

[And teenage-Shell, ever the master of good decisions, decides there is no way to escape other than diving into the nearby closet, just in time for the butler to open the door and check on him.]

[...]

[Which is of course just more suspicious, so now the butler is looking around!]


...I-I feel like I mentally blocked this part out.
steponme: smile (♩ Seeing the beauty)

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-10 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
[I mean]

[He's hot, and the water feels nice and cool against his face, so he probably appreciates it more than he would if he just drank it.]

[Even if his immediate reaction is a very graceful BLUBGJGHJGGH as he sits up, coughing.]


Th-That's not-- exactly what I meant, but.. it feels a little better, I guess.