Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

[heromedal]

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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[unpocoloco]

[Familiar...]

Could be that.

[He really has no way to know. Memory magic seems as good an answer as anything else.]

Si, that's right. [And he smiles ruefully at the comment of his death being sad.] Some of the things I've seen could really upset people. It could hurt them, in a way, if they're not prepared to handle things like that. Even without my secrets, I don't want people to get hurt. I don't want anyone to have to deal with that.

[Anyone else.]

I don't know what to do but pick memories up and hope I get some of my own.

[panpiping]

Oh! Oh!! I'll do it!

[Despite being held, still, they seem to be bouncing, and one little raccoon hand pumps at the air.]

I want to play with lots and lots of memories! If I get to learn more about you, that's good, right? And I have to try and get some of mine, too! There were so many... I have so many memories, so it makes sense! I can try to smell out only our memories.

[unpocoloco]

[Oh god, bouncing baby. Squirming bouncing baby. Not technically a baby but small enough to be one and he was a father and instinct makes him latch on to keep from losing Wist to the floor.

In the process he almost misses the suggestion.]

You can smell the difference? You want to-- Wist, that's genius! We can sweep all are memories up, get them out of the way, it's perfect! Alright. Let's do this. You and me down memory lane.

[panpiping]

[if Poe could hear them, he'd facepalm.]

If I think about it really, really hard, I think I can! [heeeee, being told they're a genius... This is great. Even memory magic problems make such a great situation!! Memory magic really is the best.] And we have a bag for them already!

[Even the pillowcase gets a happy ending! They reach a hand towards Héctor's face, aiming for where the colorful markings would be if he weren't so fleshy right now.]

Think about...something bad! We're trying to find the bad ones.

[unpocoloco]

[Maybe you shouldn't pawn your problems off on others then, Poe.]

Ha! You're right, we do!

[He starts a little when Wist's little raccoon hands pat at his cheek. Oh. His magic. Right, that was smart, get right at the source. He bobs his head marginally and then closes his eyes. He draws on his power just a bit, enough to stir it without a shift over. Something bad... The Outlands. Losing his familia. The Hollow. Missing Coco so, so much.]

... Is this working?

[panpiping]

[Everyone has learned a valuable lesson today.

When the energy wakes up, Wist's pupils expand so that there's only a thin sliver of color visible, and after a pause, they give Héctor's cheek a precocious pat-pat.]

We'll find out! Thank you! Down, please!

[They're bad at directing others, so it's for the best if they can scramble about on their own...if Héctor decides it's wise to put The Baby down, anyway. Time...to hunt!!]

[unpocoloco]

[He cannot express how strange it is to get a pat by those paw-hands, but he manages not to comment. Down the baby goes. He'll follow to make sure no one steps on them.]

Don't go too fast, alright? I'm a lot slower than most.

[He scoops up that pillowcase and readies it.]

[panpiping]

[They scurry about like a very large rat, and most of their "slowing down" so Héctor can keep pace is more just...going back and forth across the halls in snuffling zigzags. Whatever works.

Whenever they seem to catch a scent, their lion-like tail raises like a flag, and now and again they stop near a floating orb, sit their butt down to wait for Héctor, and whap at the floor with their tail. They found it! Probably! They did good!! Gathering up a fair number of them will take a while, but Wist seems more than willing to focus on this for as long as they need to. Their chirpy exclamations of "pretty!" and "mine! mine!" do slip into some sing-songy fae language or a simple "ooh" more and more as time passes, though.]

[unpocoloco]

[Well, it's not slow but it'll do. He goes along scooping up one little memory ball after another. It is going to take a while, but he's been in more dragging situations. If Wist can focus, he certainly can. The first few get comments of approval, but as they go on he simply collects them, maybe with a small laugh at the exclamations of awe, so long as he can grasp them as such. He'd ask about the language but, well, there's an endeavor he definitely doesn't have an undead life-span for.

Speaking of having time...]

Whew. Okay. We're going to have to stop for now. I don't think we're going to be able to get every single one out there before sunrise. Let's look at what we've got and we can gather more tomorrow night. Sound good?