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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. ))

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(( Leave suggestions for memories from NPCs here, just for funsies. ))

-A recent memory from a guy pouring milk into a bowl, then sprinkling his cereal onto it by hand. As he looks up, he sees everyone else in his dorm is staring at him in disgust and confusion- as he says "What?" the memory ends.

-A painfully long and super boring Minecraft session streamed on Twitch with no one watching, but the memory's owner just keep going anyway.

(( Go ahead and ask for any colour/emotion yet uncoloured or a specific thing you'd want and I'll write a memory just for you! You can find his memory planning here and be warned for child abuse/neglect, murder, mayhem and depression possible in almost all memories post his mother's death. ))

A

[ There's not a lot of room for angst in Waggery's tiny head- despite being made this morning and given a mission that could well involve being destroyed immediately, he has more important things to think about. For example rhyming. There were many things Waggery's mind could go, but attempts to send his thoughts to those corners bumped against doors and it felt wrong and he didn't want to think those things anymore because it was hard and he'd get into trouble with The Creator, but his vocabulary was wide and there were so many possible patterns! ]

Wiggery Waggery, get in the baggery!

[ The little fellow, whizzing through the halls, snatches up an armful of colourful orbs and feeds them to the skull resting on his shoulder that is the entrance to his backpack. ]

I've got a hungry bag,
'cos I'm a scallywag,
feed 'em up all day,
and that's how I play.

[ Life is great, even if it has only been about half an hour long. ]

B

[ While his primary directive (or as Waggery thought of it the 'Big Fun') was cleaning up the orbs, he had other programming. No one was going to believe a weird prankster was responsible for something without performing some pranks!

That's why he's oiled up a hallway with his special super slippery magic grease and dumped a huge pile of feather pillows at the other end, carefully slit so the contents will burst out on impact. It's chicken time. He waits for the approach of a likely subject (ready to run for it if it's faculty) and bursts out of a trashcan to try and spook someone into slipping. ]

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((Want another prank? Want to meet Waggery some other way? Set a trap for him? Want something else? Hit up the planning post if you've got questions. ))

[Go over here if you want to plot memories, otherwise give me a color and I'll make something up for you!]

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[Go over here if you want to plot memories, otherwise give me a color and I'll make something up for you!]

[ my plotting post is here, or you can hit me up at coco#6616 on discord to plot! otherwise just comment here with a color and i will make a custom prompt for you. <3 ]

Edited 2019-07-13 10:45 (UTC)

[ If you want something specific, feel free to take a glance over here for either plotting or selection and comment with what you want here!

If you don't want to do that, just give me a colour and I'll write something up for you instead! I'll roll with it (and i'll match your format). ]

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[ hit me with a shady memory, i don't know what colour vaguely suspicious memories are ]

[ hit me with pink c: ]

Edited 2019-07-13 10:45 (UTC)

[ orange. ]

[ gold! ]

[ greeeen. ]

[You feel the pull, the tug, and you follow it. There's smoke and fire, and the same black haze that follows you whenever you get pulled to the other side. The human is huddling on the ground in front of the sigil, and there are tears streaming down their face.

How pitiful.

You feel a grin stretch across your face, as you lean back. You support yourself on nothing, tail curling around itself and wings flexing. The human swallows, and you can see the fear in their eyes.]

Let me guess. You were expecting someone taller?

[You laugh, and the human seems even more frightened for a moment. They then begin to speak, stammering and tripping over their words. Their wife is very sick, you see, and they're afraid of what will happen to her. The same thing you've heard time and time and time again. You prop your chin against your hand, floating on your invisible seat, and you nod.]

Yes, yes, I get it, you don't want her to die so you came to me. But...answer me this.

What do I get out of this? I don't do work for free.

[The human stumbles, not knowing what to bargain with. You almost want to laugh. Some of them are just...too easy. Far too easy. You already know what the price will be.

It's just a matter of time.]

[Go for the gold!]

[Return the favor for something shady!!]

[You're not sure what you're doing. You're just asking. Just doing what comes to your mind as it comes to you. It's freeing. It's terrible. It's both and neither and none of that matters.

You run into a girl you don't recognize, and you wonder if she's going to give you what you want. What you need. What's inevitable.

She talks to you. The words are unimportant. She's afraid of you, and that makes you laugh, giggles bubbling up in your chest.

The bite feels good. It's what you were made for. It's what you needed. Her blood tastes sweet and that's all that matters.

But it wasn't enough. There wasn't a fight. You didn't get hurt. You don't feel alive.

So you pull yourself off of her, and you leave.]

[ she regrets this immediately, because it doesn't take a genius to figure out what this is about.

ana freezes in place as she watches the memory of her attack play out. she shouldn't have tapped this orb out of curiosity. she would have ran, if she knew what this was going to entail.

her blood runs cold and her eyes go wide. her hands start to shake and her pulse rises. ]

...You...

[You look around the campsite, and it's as lively as ever. There are so many people around you - so many people, who know who and what you are and that simply don't care.

You would have never expected this.

You're crouched around the fire, slowly slicing up a pile of mushrooms. You're tired of mushrooms, honestly, but it's not like you have a lot of options here in this part of the Outlands. It's a deep, dark cave, far below the surface, and you hum to yourself as you get cooking. The two myconids you save watch on, fascinated by your work, and you feel...at peace.

One of your travel partners approaches you, stopping to ruffle your hair before crouching down next to you. Even like this he towers over you, making you feel small.]

Hey, Hieke. What's on the menu for today?

[He chuckles, a laugh like rolling thunder, and you look up at him with a wry smile.]

The same thing that's always on the menu.

[Which seems to tickle him. The man lets out an even louder laugh, before reaching out for another hair ruffle.]

Ah, but you'll make it wonderfully, won't you, Hieke?

[You shake your head with an amused snort.]

I'll do my best.

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[ Planning post here. If there's a specific color or memory you want, go ahead and ask]

[ You're inspecting your reflection in a mirror, your surroundings dimly lit.

A woman with pale skin and colourless eyes looks back at you. Her hair is dark, pinned up with various hair ornaments. She wears a shimmering, iridescent dress; black in the dark light, but it glitters every time she makes even minute movements. You look down, and gloved hands hold a glittering emerald butterfly mask.

You look back to the mirror; your/her reflection has dull crimson eyes, and as you watch they glow a piercing red that reflects brightly off the mirror's shining surface. Then, they fade suddenly to a more normal brown, almost black.

You place the mask on your/her face. Your/her reflection is immaculate; there's a feeling of quiet satisfaction.

Someone knocks on the door. ]

"--are you ready to leave?"

Very much so. [ The voice that comes out of your mouth is comfortable, warm. Sweet, almost. The smile to match it, in the mirror, is easy and looks perfectly genuine. ] I do hope I haven't held you up, Oliver.

"Of course not."

[ You laugh, soft and quiet. There's a hint of sharpness to it, but that's a joke that only you understand.

You're looking forward to tonight. It's the last night you'll need to be here. ]

[ Planning post here. Not as much variety but if there's a specific color or memory you want, go ahead and ask]

[ it's one of the only times asami's seen this side of the outlands, and at first she's anticipating that this is going to be an unpleasant memory. she's mistaken. it's nice, even though the travel partner is intimidating.

and then they address hieke. hieke, who works in the infirmary...is a daemon.

if she hadn't done her research and worked alongside daemons, she might have made certain judgments about him that would've been wrong. luckily, she knows that daemons don't always have to be bad, and hieke doesn't strike her as one of those who are. when the memory ends, asami blinks, and she's back to reality again. she surveys the area to find him. ]

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Memory Sharicus - Oh No, not again!

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