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

[unpocoloco]

[He winces and looks apologetic. It wasn't like he'd try to stumble on the memory but he feels guilty all the same. At the least, he could've found a more delicate way to go about this so as not to ruin the night.

With the note left and written, he gets up in his seat. This is more important than some drink. And he can always come back for it later, besides. He waits for her and although an alley would be more private, he thinks, he doesn't want to get her stuck in a space like that. Right here will do. The streets are empty at night anyway.]

Sorry. About the invasion of privacy thing.

[shadowmaster69]

Nah, s'not your fault. These memories are like, magnetized to people or something. They kind of come out of nowhere.

[Jill doesn't seem terribly upset. There's a little concern beneath the neutral mask she keeps up, but it's not for her privacy. It's for this poor dude's well-being. She's starting to suspect she knows which one it is and...well, she was fucked up for days after that. Weeks, really.]

Point is: don't feel bad about something you never asked for.

[unpocoloco]

[She doesn't seem upset. It doesn't mean she's not but honestly, he's a little impressed. She might not need help at all. He'll offer anyway.]

I'll do my best. And you? Are you doing alright? You just showed up at Daybreak and all, and I don't know what exactly your particular change entails but I know people, good people, who might have tips or just... you know, who get it. Or you can tell me to stuff it, that's fine too.

[shadowmaster69]

N-No, I'm not going to tell you to "stuff it" - that would be really rude for starters.

[She does flounder a little because, well. She hasn't really addressed this stuff. She's just been going with the flow and trying to keep her head above the metaphorical water. But she could use help and she knows it.]

Besides, I...guess I shouldn't just shrug and say "whatever, it happened and I can't change it" because it was super fucked up that I died - which, by the way, are you okay?

[unpocoloco]

[He laughs a little. There are people out there who would have told him worse. He usually takes it in stride.

The concern gets a softer smile.]

You don't need to worry about me. You're not the only dead one on campus. I'm not a vampire but...

[He glances about the street, just to be extra sure, then closes his eyes. Markings of light shine from under his skin, glowing bright upon his face. And then the flesh seems to creep back. Dissolving into a golden dust, he leaves behind bone on half his face, looking out at her like that before he works his magic to set it all back.]

I died a long time ago.

[He exhales and leans back against the wall. Always a bit of a drain, but more the weight of the moment.]

You're really put together for someone who just died. I can't tell you how messed up I was. And I actually had people to help.

[shadowmaster69]

[Jill looks awestruck for a brief moment as the transformation happens, and when her mask of indifference tries to fall back into place, it's tinged with just a little bit of wonder still. Strong emotions have never been her cup of tea. They cause too much trouble. But it's hard not to be moved by that.]

Wow, that was. Kind of beautiful, in a really morbid way. [A long pause.] I'm sorry you died, though. You don't need me to tell you it's not easy to go through.

I guess I'm less "put together" and more "not dealing with it". Like, it's kind of crazy that in the middle of doing something I've done every night for years, I died. People always talk about life being fragile or whatever but...I hung on for a long time. When I did finally die it wasn't quick or easy, either. But I didn't have a ton to leave behind to begin with, so I guess waking up dead was less of a tragedy and more of a wild thing that happened to me.

[About half way through this explanation, Jill realizes she's saying a lot more than she meant to. She sighs and shakes her head.]

Sorry, I just talked a lot right there.

[unpocoloco]

[He laughs softly at the wonder.]

Gracias.

[And to the rest, he falls silent. He listens. By then end he shakes his head.]

Loss is loss, Prima. Death is death. It's different for everyone, but everyone goes through it eventually. You don't need to apologize for speaking how you feel. Especially when I more or less asked for it.

[He offers a small smile. It turns sadder as he turns his gaze down again.]

It shakes you up. Even if you lost nothing at all, even if it didn't hurt in the slightest, it changes everything. How you view the world, your life, yourself. Whether you made plans or you didn't. It's good to take the time to mourn that.

I'm sorry that how you went was so painful. And frightening.