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Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

About 8 am on July 15th, Rex does something stupid in his usual genius way. It was meant to be a small, simple test run of a method to scan a person and instantly gain all the data he needed to produce a Phantom.

The small field the spell was meant to spread just kept growing, until popping like a bubble with the most counterintuitive sound of all- two seconds of white noise, sounding as if it was coming from inches away. Not everyone heard it. But everyone who did...

It's a painless process, almost ticklish and instantaneous as numerous coloured orbs fly out from their chest, taking wild curving trajectories that launch them all over the academy and some of Soleil, coming to a sudden stop and hovering silently for just a few seconds.

That's when they start to slowly float towards the nearest possible recipient of the memory they contain, accelerating as they get closer as if thought and mind have a unique sort of magnetism.

It's sort of beautiful to see, really, not that Rex will notice because 60% of his mind is consumed with fear he will get into trouble and the Phantom project will be compromised. On the other hand, the Phantom project could provide the perfect scapegoat. So about six hours after the initial event, he released his latest creation- the Phantom mischief-maker, Waggery!

What a disaster.

(( ooc: The planning post is here! Be careful to warn for the nastier memories! If you already have memories planned to share, feel free to write them as a top level or just put up your character and link to the planning/make it a free for all. There'll be a post below for Waggery shenanigans and random NPC memories up for grabs. ))

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< You definitely do weird things. Not you specifically, all of you as a species. But awesome things too. Like this phone I'm using. >

[He definitely does weird things specifically, but he gets what Tobias is trying to say.]

Ah, si, the phones are really cool. When I first went into the Outlands the things still had buttons. It's like a mini computer now.

[Bit of a learning curve, but cool.]

It's a mixed bag, I think. Humans can be both terrible and really amazing. Just like anything, I suppose. I've run into good and bad of even beings like Daemons who are all supposed to be the latter.

[Give me some What The Fuck Happened good shit with Ekke the babysitter, now that I've seen that addition.]

[Greenery.]

[Clothing or Surprise me.]

[Give me Coffin Party.]

[Family watching, so that he can work out Tobias is a lying liar who lies about being lonely. (Or something else if you'd rather it not come up I AIN'T PICKY.)]

[Literally whatever the heck you want that isn't taken. ~~Or the red one.~~]

[Green! Junior's party!!]

[Would I be able to nab a "Both" memory with Zarc and Yuya? Is that a thing being offered? If yes, no specific color due to the specifics there.

If not that, a good old gut punch from the dad walk out.]

[ You're making notes at a desk. There's books stacked and scattered around you, many with bookmarks or opened to certain pages.

Someone is tugging at your hair. You prop your arm up on the back of the chair to look for the source of the intrusion; a small, dark-eyed child with half-formed horns and tousled black hair.

You understand what they want, even before they say it. ]

"Can I braid it?"

Yes. Of course you can.

[ They beam delightedly, the smile lighting up their otherwise sickly-toned face. The feeling of small hands in your hair is a little strange, a little uncomfortable, but their hands are gentle, if clumsy; they've clearly done this before.

You turn back to your work - writing down the next week's lesson plans. You don't wear gloves, and your sleeves, rolled up due to some prior engagement, show nothing but dark skin - no bandages to be found.

White hair falls over your face. You reach up and tuck it behind your ear so it doesn't obscure your sight, humming some old tune as you continue your work. The child braiding your hair sings along tunelessly.

You feel entirely content.

(Everything feels slightly faded, slightly unreal; even as you experience it, there's still distance there that can't be breached.) ]

Edited 2019-07-16 16:06 (UTC)

[Yuya would have never told her, probably, but he won't point that out! At least if it's someone who saw it, it's someone who can just take it as it is and doesn't have the broader context of 'Kano summoned a daemon that caused all of that'.

He lets out a breath before moving to get to his feet, offering Ana a hand up.] I feel like we're just going to keep apologizing about this, so... let's just agree it's not our fault but we're both sorry and put it behind us?

[Either Orange (because you DID mention wanting to share thirteen-year-old shenanigans) or the red/blue.]

[Share the old red one.]

[There's a nervousness in your heart as you shut the latches on your suitcase. You were doing one final check on your packing before you left. ...It was more like the fifth, but you were convinced you might've left something behind. ...That's what you try to tell yourself, anyway. You know the reason why you're doing this is because you don't want to leave. QUILL is the only real home you've ever known, and it feels like the past four years have gone by way too fast.

...You didn't want to be alone again. Not again, not after you finally found a real family. ...Even if you knew they would always just be a phone call away, and that you'd be seeing them again almost any time on break... the idea of leaving for some sort of school. ...Azimov wasn't forcing you to go by any means, but... you didn't want to disappoint him.

So with a heavy heart, you put on a strong face and hauled your suitcase off your bed and carried it out of your quarters and down toward where Azimov was waiting with the car to take you to the pickup for Daybreak Academy.

But just before you're about to make it to the motor pool, two figures block your path. Another teenager, and a young woman in her early twenties. You stop in your tracks.

Zeno... Moniqa...

Hey, GV! Just wanted to say goodbye one more time before you headed off. You keep out of trouble, and don't go having all the ladies swoon over you your first day, all right?

The woman turned her head to look at Zeno.

Zeno, you know very well Gunvolt's not that kind of guy. Unlike you, he's actually quite the gentleman.

Hey now, that was uncalled for! I just gotta look out for my boy GV, y'know? Can't let him get in over his head. Zeno reaches over and tousles your hair a bit, and you raise a hand to swat it away. You'll be fine, man. Don't look so glum. It's not like we're not going to be around, you know.

Moniqa turns toward you, and gives you a soft, reassuring smile. One she's given you many times before, and one that usually makes you feel better. ...It doesn't today, because you have the realization it'll be a rarer sight going forward.

He's right, GV. We'll always be here for you, day or night, rain or shine. If you need to, you can call me anytime. And if I don't answer, I'll call you back as soon as I'm able, okay?

...You don't let it show in your face. You have one hell of a poker face from years in the orphanages. But just because you can keep the facade doesn't mean you don't feel: You haven't even left yet and you miss them already.

Yeah... I won't forget. Thanks.

What happens next is something you didn't expect. Moniqa takes a step closer to you, and wraps her arms around you in a warm, gentle hug. It's pleasant... and almost makes the dam break on the spot, but you hold it together. You slowly return the hug, afraid that you might not want to let go, and time seems to stop for a moment. She's like the sister you never had, and feeling that support is reassuring, comforting, in that moment.

Oi, GV! Not to cut it short, but hurry up, or we're going to be late!

It was Asimov, calling from the garage. He was waiting by the car. Rather surprised, Moniqa let go of you, and blushed a little in embarrassment. You know it's because of Asimov... you kinda know based on the way you've seen her look at him. But that's okay.

Ah, sorry. Best not keep Asimov waiting. You'll do great out there. Goodbye, GV!

Yeah, take care, bro. Show 'em what you're made of, and that I taught you well! Knock 'em dead!

You force a smile. What he taught you... wasn't much, and you both knew it. But that was okay. You pick your suitcase back up.

Yeah... Keep Zeno out of trouble, considering I won't be around to watch his back. ...See you both around.

You push past both of them and head toward the car where Asimov's waiting. Over your shoulder, before you're fully out of earshot, you hear one last thing.

...Bet you wouldn't give me a hug if I was leaving like that. ....Ow!

...Maybe you were asking the impossible for Moniqa after all...]

[They will come as two seperate memories but yes you can have a Yuya and a Zarc one. Starting with the DAD WALKOUT.

The house is eerily quiet as you sit on the steps of the hallway. You can see the back of your mother's head through the window on the door, but you don't stare for long before you turn your gaze literally anywhere else. Your hands find their way around the crystal pendulum he gave you when you were even smaller, pressing against it until it leaves marks against your palm.

The door clicks and your mother walks in, weary. You don't move from your spot.]

Where's dad?

[Your voice croaks a little, and it makes her suddenly stand to attention. She's quick to cross the hallway and crouch in front of you.] I don't know.

[She's supposed to know. Your father always tells her when he's going anywhere, even if he's just leaving for work.]

When is he coming back?

[Your mother just looks heartbroken, and at once she pulls you into her arms and gently strokes your hair. Maybe she could tell you were starting to cry, and hiccups start bubbling in your throat as your tears starting making your face and her shirt wet.] Oh, Yuya...

[He promised you he was going to take you to the festival next week. He promised. It doesn't make any sense why he would just--disappear. It doesn't feel real. He's never done this, and why would he? You're all so happy together, so what happened?

You sob, your whole body wracked with weeping and your mother holds you tighter. Maybe she's crying, too.]

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Huh...

I guess...nothing's really simple. [ He sounds more thoughtful - but he sounds sad, too, in the way someone who hasn't experienced something personally but feels intensely empathetic about it is. ] Things that are happy for someone else can be a sad thing, too, even if you care about them...

Feelings are pretty complicated.

[ He fidgets with his gloves, too, turning the memory over in his head over and over until something seems to click and he jerks up suddenly, eyes even wider than usual. ]

Oh!

[ Is he going to elaborate? Apparently not. ]

...If you've got any ideas, I'm all ears, Kokoro, because as of right now I'm pretty much fresh out.

[And in that moment, a memory orb flittered by; a pink one. It suddenly stopped in midair and then bolted for the young man, striking Gunvolt from behind. He stood there in a stupor for a moment while the memory played out.

A moment later, he blinked, and then blushed furiously.]

...That uh... that was more than I ever needed to know.

Yuya draws back to a more respectable space. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Maya's writing, or trying to write, lyrics in one of her notebooks. It was raining earlier, that doesn't seem to be bothering her even as she sits outside. The sounds of a thousand people run in the back of her mind, a chaos she can't escape, even as most of the school is inside.

One sound is louder than the others, closer. It's a simple bass line, strong and passionate and for Maya too familiar not to know who it is. She looks up as he passes her by, he's glaring at her. Angry over something.

"Don't Go."

"Maya I don't want to fight with you," his voice is stern, no humor to it.

"I don't want to fight with you either!" Maya is, of course, sharp with her words, standing up.

"Really? Cause this pretty much sounds like we're fighting!"

"Look, I'm sorry I posted the video. I took it down, its over!"

"You know, I can't believe you liked that tool Harry."

"I don't even know him!" Neither of them has calmed down in the slightest since they started talking.

"Then why were you with him!?" As much as the boy seems angry, he's also confused as to everything Maya's doing.

"Because he didn't say no."

There's a break, the tension and the words flying slow as the two teens stare at each other.

"Maya, Maya this isn't you."

"I am so sick of people telling me who I'm suppose to be," There's a pause, both because Maya stopped talking. And her powers flared, silencing the area for a moment. Just a moment, not enough for anyone to notice. Not to comment. "Even the music director of the youth orchestra wants me to explain myself, or he won't give me a spot, Zig!"

Zig has gone from angry, to pleading, "So just tell them about Cam."

"Play the girlfriend of the dead guy card, Zig?" She pauses again, her powers don't flare but she needs a moment to pick her next words. "I posted the video because I wanted to. Maybe this is me now."

"It's not, Maya!" and Zig's back to yelling. "You're just mad."

Maya breaks from Zig and runs back to her cello case. Picking it up and charging away.

"What are you doing?"

Maya's running toward the dumpsters outside the school.

"Maya what are you doing!? Your parents are going to flip!"

"Let them flip. I don't care. I'm quitting and I'm done." Maya charges past Zig, away from the dumpster with her cello in it. Leaving both boy and instrument in her wake.

It probably depends why they did it. At least it's just... embarrassing, at worst?

[Yuya's paying no mind to the orbs, just on running. On finding Odd Eyes and getting as far away as he can, so he probably hits it.]

The man slowly became aware of himself as the last vestiges of the memory fade - even without the name announced at the end, the language - the sheer joy of playing, he had a fairly good guess as to whose memory that was.

Quietly, he went to look for Hector, feeling the man should be aware of his memories getting scattered about.

"You keep me guessing, a nodding and a yessing..." Oh dear, that is going to be in his head for a while - at least it's a good song.

"Ah, there you are!" He calls out, waving the man down.

"Gracias, Yuya," He says.

And then he pauses.

"Hey, now that you know, the next time we bump into each other with your training, maybe I can show off some of the things I can actually do. You know, if you're cool with skeletons and all."

[Training was done for the day, so you decided to do some exploring. It's not as much fun doing it by yourself, but you're also freer to look around this way.

It wasn't long before you figured out why you weren't supposed to go this way without supervision, because now you're hopelessly lost.

"August? Fran? Anyone?!"

But nobody was there and you were starting to panic. Suddenly, a pair of arms wraps around you in a comforting hug.

My dear Serena, what are you doing so far from the people who care about you? Let me guide you, and I'll take you back to them.

"W-who are you?"

My name is Cat Dancer, and from now on you never have to be alone.]

Edited 2019-07-16 16:57 (UTC)

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