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daybreakacademy2019-07-13 07:27 am
heromedal) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-07-13 07:27 am
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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. ))
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. ))
Blue
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.]