heromedal: (Oooooh no.)
Rex Arany ([personal profile] heromedal) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-07-13 07:27 am

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. ))
subconmodo: (WOW!  That's horrifying!)

Avery's Memories

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-13 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hit me up here or on plurk for plotting! Otherwise, go ahead and give me a color or emotion~]
spelleton: ready for (☀ i'm ready now)

[personal profile] spelleton 2019-07-13 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hit me with a surprisingly happy memory for once (or something else if you wanna do something else i'll roll with it) ]
subconmodo: (P - Once Upon A Time)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-13 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's beautiful.

The flowers in her hair stick out like jewels in a veil of sunshine, and her eyes, wet with tears of joy, remind you of the finest of emeralds. Your vision of her blurs a little, your chest tight, and you want nothing more than to scoop her into your arms and kiss her and shower her in all the affection she deserves.

The world around you has faded into a dull drone. You don't even notice at first when she seems to say something to you. After a moment, she frowns and calls your name, and you snap back to attention, cheeks heating in embarrassment.

"Oh! Um. I. I do! Absolutely!"]
spelleton: deep inside (☀ laden with monstrous souls)

[personal profile] spelleton 2019-07-13 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he hadn't gone to the museum, he wouldn't have connected the memory at all with Atchison. But he did, so he has, and...

He feels...guilty. It's not something he should have seen. It's private, and something that the man likely wants to forget.

The next time he sees Atchison, though, he can't quite put it out of his mind (making comparisons between the sheer strength of positive emotions he'd felt and the bitter, angry person he knows) and that makes him a bit jumpy.

He shows this by being even stiffer than usual. It is surprisingly easy to pick up on.
]

Here. These are done. [ More paperwork for classes? More paperwork. ]
subconmodo: (H - I smell bullshit)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-13 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Avery glances up. And stares, his eyes slowly narrowing.]

What's with you? Forget to drink your milk this morning, Bonehead?

[He has a feeling he knows. It's been impossible to miss all the strange marbles of memories scattered about campus. It has him just as on guard as Ekkehardt.]

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nor_iron_bars: Enjoy such liberty (Default)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-07-13 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Black. Bring it.]
subconmodo: (H - Lifetimes of distance)

CW: somewhat disturbing yandere-ish imagery?

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-13 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Torchlight flickers across the damp ground. Sometimes you think they're almost pretty, when you're exhausted and hungry and the shackles around your arms don't hurt as much. Sometimes you swear it's mocking you, but then you think about what it would be like if the torch wasn't kept, if the flames flickered out and died and left you in darkness, and you think you're okay with a little bit of mockery.

You're in the middle of staring down at the glittering damp, trying to pretend that you're staring out at the sea at sunset, when heels click against the stone.

She's coming. And a weak hope flickers in your chest that maybe this time she'll listen to reason.

But then Vanessa stands in front of you, and even in the dim light you can see the faint shadows that flicker at her edges, tips of her hair marred with the color of tar. She's losing herself, or becoming herself. You don't know which. And her sincere smile makes it all the more disturbing.

"Vanessa, please--!" She cuts you off before your pleading can begin in earnest. She knows the "game" by now, knows what you want, but it's not what she wants so it doesn't matter (should you think of her that way? You love her, don't you?).

"Ah, ah, ah! No complaints today, my prince! I've brought us a special treat today." She gestures to the plate she's carrying: sweet berries drizzled in honey. You didn't even notice it before now. "Isn't it delightful? Something sweet, just for us. And in the candlelight, too!"

You were ravenous, but you're not hungry anymore. Candlelight... This is candlelight...

She mistakes your horror for surprise and giggles girlishly, hand hovering demurely over her lips. "I knew you'd be surprised! Now say 'ah!'"

She stuffs one of them into your mouth before you have a chance to react. Part of you wants to spit it out, but your stomach overrules it. You need to eat, and so you hold onto your objections until after the berry is swallowed down. "Vanessa, I--"

Your next protest is immediately cut off. Another berry, delivered through a kiss. It's almost tender, making you think back to happier times in a warm bed as you held her in your arms long into the night. It makes your heart beat faster, but not the way it did back then.

You try to speak up for yourself again, to protest, to say you want to be free. She looks hurt, confused, and for a moment you wonder if you got through to her. But then she's gone stiff, shaking as she turns on her heel, voice quivering with barely checked rage.

"Well then. If you're going to throw our lovely date right back into my face, then... Then you can stay here in your room without dinner!"

She ignores you as you call after her. The next day the guards come down to your cell and add more chains. The one around your neck bites the most.]
nor_iron_bars: With unconfined wings (Roaming the streets)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-07-13 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Well fuck.

[Jail winces, rubbing at her throat. She knows it's just psychosomatic, really, the urge to cough and wheeze- but the strangling feeling lingers, even though it's only in her head.]

[Why was that woman so familiar...]

[She stops dead as a memory of her own surfaces- a painting, seen briefly in a museum. She'd noticed it, noticed a similarity to a certain coworker, noticed the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway, and had immediately booked it in the opposite direction to get back to what she'd actually been there to steal.]

[Give or take a couple years and a bit of rampant madness, the woman in the memory is a dead ringer for the one in the painting. Which means...]



Aw, shit.

[She may owe Avery an apology or something for seeing that, ugh.]
hattersgonnahat: (Daunting)

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2019-07-13 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[I'm open to whatever surprises.]
subconmodo: (Time you saw what I'm really capable of)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-16 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[After touching one of the purple marbles, you find yourself in Professor Atchison's classroom, staring down at the spirit of a child. It's not terribly surprising to you that this kid was so attached to that mask. Not really. Any child of Subcon would be. Losing it was like losing an arm or a leg.

Your thoughts drift briefly, bitterly to a home long gone, with green trees and neat paths, and neat little homes where children laughed and people carried about their business with smiles on their faces.

But then the child finishes signing the Contract you gave him. And now he's yours.

"Good work, kiddo!" you cry out, and the contract disappears in a puff of purple smoke as you clap your hands together. "And welcome aboard! Hope you're ready for an eternity of servitude, because death isn't about to get you out of this! It's legally AND spiritually binding! Ahahahahahahahaaaa!"

The kid isn't impressed, but you don't care. You've been waiting to try out this trick for a long time. You step to the side and with a quick gesture of your hand, the boy's spirit is flung into the limp body of a doll laying nearby. It twitches unnaturally, and little by little, like an eye opening, the darkness under the hood gives way to a bright yellow light, your brand new minion rising to begin his unlife of servitude.

Damn you're good.]
hattersgonnahat: (Stuck in a slasher film)

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2019-07-17 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[What even was that? Who was that? Obviously it was in Mr. Atchison's class, but she had never seen a kid like that before...]

[Then she saw the doll, and remembered back to the letter.]

[An eternity of servitude... Is that really what he wanted? Then again, if that really was the kid in the mask...]

[No, no this all seems wrong. Avery shouldn't do that to him!]

[There must be some way to stop this. She returned back to the classroom as though expecting to find them there. If that didn't work, maybe Avery was in his office...]
subconmodo: (H - I smell bullshit)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-20 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He's indeed in his office! And her sudden appearance manages to startle him a little, though he's quick to hide it with a scowl]

Did you forget how to knock? Get out of my office and try that again, kiddo. The proper way.

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arcadianvampire: (Bold)

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-07-13 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gimme a green one. I think you know what I'm thinking.]
subconmodo: (H - dat ass tho)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-14 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[This place is dark and overcrowded and you're reasonably certain that half the people here have replaced their blood with some sort of mind-altering substance, and every time you stop to think about that, you're surprised to find you don't care half as much as you normally would.

It's the music, loud and pounding in your skull and the best thing you've heard since you killed that guy, broke into his house, and listened to all the records he had when you got bored one day.

And maybe it's a little ironic that of all the bands out there you should be most enamored with one called "Queen," but hey. If it means getting this quality of music, maybe that bit of irony isn't half bad.

You might even be convinced to let these guys live if they ever accidentally ended up in your forest.]
arcadianvampire: (Surprise)

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-07-14 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Valvatorez blinked and shook his head. It wasn't hard to guess whose memory that was. Not even at all. Between the dark, mercurial personality and the memories of a certain forest.... well, there was only one person who fit that.

But no, that memory was extremely familiar. That place, the songs, the crowd... everything about it.]


No way! It couldn't be!

[Valvatorez reaches for his phone and quickly calls Avery, waiting for him to answer.]

Avery, do you have a minute? I'd like to come see you, I have something I want to talk about.
subconmodo: (H - ...jerk.)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-14 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a moment's pause before he replies, grimacing on the other side of the line.]

It's not about those stupid marbles, is it? Unless you found something particularly juicy.

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descolation: (Fuahahahaha!)

[personal profile] descolation 2019-07-14 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[I really want that luggage one you mentioned. That sounds like fun.]
subconmodo: (So first I get in the box...)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-14 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's dark and cramped and really, really uncomfortable.

You thought they'd be hauling you onto the cruise ship by now, but it seems like there's been a delay or something because you're sitting there, waiting for something to happen. The only bright spot in all this is that none of those muscleheads have dumped a suitcase on you yet.

But you're determined. You didn't come all this way for nothing. You're going to get in on this sweet cruise vacation if it's the last thing you do.]
descolation: (This isn't even Desco's final form!)

[personal profile] descolation 2019-07-14 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[What?! It ends there?! It can't end there! Desco wants to know if she...er...Prof. Atchison got that vacation?! She's going to message him right now.]

Prof. Atchison, what happened to you in that luggage?! Did you get to go on that vacation you wanted?
subconmodo: (just woke up to bullshit)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-15 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Luggage? What in the world are you talking about?

[he's done so much stupid stuff involving luggage that he can't narrow it down.

... he hopes this isn't about shoving Tempus into his carry on luggage to save on tickets.]

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unpocoloco: (Sad Look)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-07-16 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clothing or Surprise me.]
subconmodo: (P - There was a misunderstanding)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-19 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
["What are you wearing?"

Vanessa's voice is one of the only things that can pull you out of a particularly good book. She stands in the doorway of the study, her beautiful emerald eyes catching the light of the fire in a brilliant kaleidoscope of reds and yellows. It's almost enough to distract you from the frown she wears.

You mark your place in the novel and get to your feet, spreading your arms wide and grinning over at her. "Isn't it wonderful? Custom tailored and all!" And a rich, deep purple that's sure to make you the envy of the opposition in court. As you should be.

"But you look so much better in red!"

Your grin falters, arms falling to your sides. "Well... yes." You shouldn't agree, but you find yourself doing so anyway. It's hard to tell her no, and it makes your insides twist to see her disappointed. "But it's nice to change things up sometimes, isn't it?"

"Hm.... What about green?"

You sigh softly. Matching... Always matching. It was cute at first, but it's gotten to be almost overbearing lately. "I'll order something in that color the next time I'm out," you lie, and resolve to wear your nice, purple tunic out as much as you can when you return to school.

Of course it's missing the next day.

Of course.]
unpocoloco: (Huff)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-07-20 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's probably a disproportionate reaction. No, it definitely is. But it bothers him. And it doesn't stop bothering him even after he's given it some time. Pen tapping away at his desk, hand over his mouth as he frowns at nothing, thinking and thinking and thinking of that twisting, almost-fearful feeling, to see a face turn sad.

"Ernesto! You won't believe it! We talked! We finally talked for hours! And she wants to go out! Tomorrow night!"

"And you're telling her no, aren't you? We're supposed to play tomorrow."

"I... oh. I- I guess..."


It was about then that the escalating tapping stopped with a slam of his hands. Work abandoned, he'd headed out into the night. It was stupid. It wasn't the same thing. But that was the point, for Avery it was worse. Avery wasn't careless or stupid with things like he was, Avery just couldn't get it right. Even when he did everything right. He marches out into Soliel.


He makes his way up to Avery's office in the early hours. Some of the fire has left him now and he's well aware that this was stupid. But he's already gone out and he's not going to back down now. He heads on in, well aware Avery's probably on his tenth cup of coffee and still half asleep, and he slams down the fruits of his venture. It's a sort of lumpy purple thing. Fabric.]


You know I don't have a lot of cash so I couldn't get anything new and I couldn't get it fitted right and I know how you feel about modern styles but I looked for a good cut and I washed as best as I could and it took me a long time to find and it might even match the mask a bit so... there it is.

[It's a suit jacket. Purple.

Héctor struggles to swallow back the embarrassment.]
subconmodo: (just woke up to bullshit)

[personal profile] subconmodo 2019-07-20 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes Avery a moment to process what just happened here, and even then he's not wholly sure he gets it. Maybe he's stayed up too late this time, or Héctor's finally gone off his rocker. Either way, he apparently has a suit jacket now. In purple?]

Uh... thanks? What's with the sudden gift?

[He narrows his eyes]

You didn't do something stupid, did you?

[If he ended up a ghost again...]

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[personal profile] vengeancedivine 2019-07-31 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever memory you really want to write! Or whichever you really want D to see!]