daybreakacademy | Memory Sharicus

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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[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.]

[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...]

[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.

[She was startled a bit by Avery being startled and panicked, almost about to do what he say for a brief second...but then suddenly stops. That's not at all what she was here for!]

N-no, I'm here to get him back!

...Huh?

What in the world are you talking about?

You can't make him to work for you! It's not right!!

[He snorts in amusement]

That so? And what's so wrong about it, Miss Tempus? We had a mutual agreement, that kid and I.

But...But he can't do it forever!

Of course he can! What else is he going to do, haunt a stolen mask all day? Now he's got a body. It's a win-win situation for everyone!

[She didn't steal it!! Only borrowing it....and made a few improvisations.]

He could hang out with me and Hector! [Or anyone else that could see him... Or sort of knew he was around.]

Couldn't you have given him a body without the work?

[That earns her an arched brow]

Where's the fun in that?

Besides, kid, he only speaks German. The old kind.

[He does? How did Héctor knew what he was saying then?]

He can always learn other ones...

[Also how is taking advantage of someone fun??]

Oh, trust me, he's going to. No minion of mine is going to spend his death resting on his laurels! He's got catching up to do!

[At least that is something they could both agree on!]

But if he's doing that and working, when is he gonna have any time for fun?

[gasp.

He places a hand on his chest in an over the top mockery of insult]

Are you implying that my jobs aren't any fun?

[You give a child homework, Avery.] Not really.

[He huffs, less than impressed with the response.]

You're a student. Your opinion on my jobs doesn't matter anyway.

[Rude...]

Then why did you ask me?

Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

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