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goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-10 09:37 pm
3..2...1...CONTACT!
Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After "Don't Touch That Dial"
Warnings/Notes: Possible in every memory, warn in subject lines.
Contact.
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking across the Top Deck. Taking a slow breath between reps in the training room.
The New Hires are connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can help the violation.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[[So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]]
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He doesn't respond with disgust or horror when Loken kills his foe like that, only with a certain heavy sadness at the entire battle, at the fact of violence. Not at the targets, not at the philosophies, not at the sides. Simply at the fact that people fight and the only certainty accompanying that is loss.
God, Loken just carries loss on him.
His own memory starts to sneak back in, back in that cabin, the conversation between the bound crone and the kids, and something Dan says in trying to persuade his captive to agree to leave town makes her laugh. She reaches out her hand and stops short of reaching over the circle of salt to touch the teenaged Dan.
"Ah, I can see it now. You're cursed, aren't you? Both of you? All of you? You smell like a litter of siblings. How many of you are there, seven? No...six," she says, snickering at him.
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And as he says that... his darkest moment yet is shown.
A ebony-skinned woman with a shaven skull that seems somehow too large, as though cybernetically and surgically altered to have a "Crown", which gracefully pushes up from the back looks at loken in the shattered, nearly cathedral-like structure of the Phalanx, a tremendous fortress ship. She stands with her back to a glowing conduit, and the Garviel stands before her, broken armed, exhausted, in obvious pain, his weapons scattered on a deck that has already seen the clash of arms.
'I am sorry,' she saids, before he could speak. 'I am sorry but I doubt anyone will ever know your story.' She laughed. 'Maybe for the best- it's a good tale, but i have always thought that I would struggle to do it justice. Ignace would have been better. It would have looked fine in verse. The making and udnoing of a dream by beings greater than men, but weaker than gods.'
She saw him twitch. Blood coughed from his mouth. He spat, shook his head.
'I have always struggled with poetry,' he said. he looked at the sword lying on the deck between them.
A heartbeat of time passed. He did not move. The sword lay still on the metal of the gantry.
Mersadie smiled one last time.
'Thank you, old friend,' she said.
And let herself fall back into the glow of the plasma conduit.
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"A witch cursed my family and one of us died painfully every January full moon for eight years. And I'm the only one who got away."
He doesn't want to say more about it. He hopes that's enough for both Loken and for whatever power might force him to see it all again- the way he's so clearly seeing Loken's memory now. He doesn't understand what is happening, doesn't know the history between these two, knows Loken's world only from the descriptions of violence and turning people into weapons.
He watches the memory of Loken's face to see how to respond.
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"That is vile." Loken says, in the present, and reaches out to gently embrace Dan around his shoulder, trying to comfort the smaller hunter.
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And Loken's memory continues to provide so many other things to think about. Here is a similar deep pain, and a completely different response to it.
"You believe in revenge."
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He pauses. "Your situation seems... more grey."
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He shakes his head. "I don't believe there's a such thing as a trespass that's unforgivable. Unforgivable to a certain person, maybe. I wouldn't never ask someone who been victimized to forgive. But so long as someone has free will, they can change what they are now and going forward, and I wouldn't never want to punish the potential decent person they could be over the past person that they were."
Which is an extreme stance in general, but particularly for someone who watched everyone they loved die in agony over a decade because one evil person out there was bored and cruel.
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He looks saddened. "The world would be better, were more people to embrace your ideals. I believe the world is too cruel for them, at least the one I live in."
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He feels like some aspects of the shared memories have already demonstrated it, but he'd prefer to hear his friend confirm it verbally.
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