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. ))

Comments

[spelleton]

Of course it is. [ He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, his positive feelings for the other man. ] You had very little knowledge of the supernatural world before it was thrust upon you, and still you persisted, against all odds. That speaks to a certain strength of character I find admirable.

[ He's determined, talented, good-hearted - certainly a better man than him, in some ways. All traits he can respect.

He listens to his words - he can guess, he thinks, at what that memory might be, what connection sparks such doubt in him. ]

Well, for what it's worth. I wouldn't blame you if you felt the need to withdraw. And if you want to air your doubts, I wouldn't mind.

[unpocoloco]

[It's such a generous description of his fumbling through. It sounds almost heroic like that, as though he's even remotely like these kids here and all their heart put to the world. But he tried for his girl and that is something. Admiration like that from someone like Ekkehardt is an unbelievable thing.]

No. [He says it softly, shaking his head.]

I don't want to withdraw. [His hands wind together.] When I was that... thing. I couldn't think right. It took my memories, all I felt, and it tried to destroy it all. It made it so everything good felt like a trick or a lie. I couldn't trust anyone. I don't want to feel like that again. I don't want to think that, for some ridiculous reason, anyone would fake so hard just to fool me, trap me in some elaborate ruse just to hurt me. Especially not someone who's come through and been there for me so many times already.

[He laughs again and looks down at his hands.]

Besides, it's not like I don't know or care about some bad people myself. I've already had to question so many things I knew in life just this year, things I never thought I'd have to. If I start doubting you like that, or anybody, I know I'm going to slip right down. I think I'm more afraid of what I'll be then than I am of the unlikely chance that you and some kid are laughing it up over what a fool I am. You're my friend. I trust you. If I falter, I hope you'll forgive me until I get my head back on.