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goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-08 01:55 am
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- bunnymund,
- catra,
- dan sagittarius,
- guts,
- kevin armstrong,
- nora valkyrie,
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- rogue,
- ronald mcdonald,
- ronan lynch,
- sam winchester,
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- tenten,
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- ✘ steven universe
Invasion!
Who: The New Hires
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After Intermission
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 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 cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people. Of course, there's always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up memories unbidden.]]
What: Sudden Memory Share
Where: Their Memory Palaces
When: After Intermission
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 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 cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can control any other memories they'd like to show people. Of course, there's always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up memories unbidden.]]
Phos (cw: body horror)
The scenery is a snowy shore, a cliff face stretching up towards a cloud-filled sky. There's another Gem with Phos, in a white version of Phos' black uniform with nearly translucent silvery-white hair and eyes. Despite the weather, they're both in, like...booty shorts. It's a sharp contrast to the ill-fitting Jorgmund uniforms, that's for sure.
The other Gem drags over a large chunk of some kind of gold metal, lumpy and raw-looking. They press it to one of Phos' arm stumps and the massive weight of it immediately drags Phos to the ground. The two appear to be discussing the matter, whatever said matter actually entails. Light slowly spreads over the area as the cloud cover starts to clear, glinting off the Gems' hair brilliantly, and the white one casts a guarded look at the sky. They stand and turn away from Phos with a soldier's straight posture, saying they should head back with a low, husky voice.
Phos is clearly too distracted to respond, however, as the gold metal starts to bubble and ripple in an almost liquid-ish manner. It wraps around both of Phos' arm stumps, slowly stretching out in unsettling pseudopods while Phos shoots their friend a confused, uneasy look.]
I don't think...I can...
[The other gem stares in shock, a black shape suddenly appears in the clear sky overhead, spreading in strange symmetrical smears like an ink blot.
The gold continues to engulf Phos while they shout their distress to the equally confused other Gem. Phos calls them "Antarcticite". Before anything can be done about the situation, Antarcticite suddenly dodges out of the way of an ivory spear that comes abruptly shooting down from above. The black shape above manifests as a sort of floating platform on a roiling black cloud, ivory figures crowding it with weapons at the ready.
Half buried beneath rippling gold, Phos manages a shaky apology that the other Gem dismisses, readying a jagged black sword of their own. They launch themself up with a superhuman leap and dive straight into the fray in the air. From the cloud above come the sounds of battle, explosions and Antarcticite shouting, while on the ground the gold completely overwhelms Phos and bubbles around them. It slowly settles into a solid shape, a solid metallic cube with just thin slats along the side, and Phos remains trapped inside, up to their neck in liquid metal.
There's one more grand explosive sound overhead and the cloud platform bursts into pinkish smoke. The visibility from Phos' gold prison is limited, but fragments of ice-like crystal rain from above. Phos can just catch sight of a loose gloved hand dropping and skittering along the earth. It's an unnervingly long few minutes of silence before, mercifully, the distant sound of Antarcticite's voice muttering to themself can be heard. Phos shouts for their attention and they make their way over with uneven steps, prodding at the cube with the clink of stone on metal.
Despite their mutually questionable states and Phos' groaning from their prison, their banter is familiar-feeling. Phos complains as the tall heel of one of Antarcticite's shoes pokes through the slats of the cube for leverage while a gloved hand tries to pry at them, the other Gem meeting all Phos' whining with exasperation. They don't appear to be making any headway, but Phos just sighs and smiles while Antarticite bangs away at their prison.]
Still, I'm glad you're sa–
[They're interrupted by a sharp shattering sound as an arrow lances straight through Antarcticite's neck. Agape, Phos can only stare through the slats as the other Gem literally falls to pieces just outside the walls of the cube. Icy shards scatter through the air and Antarcticite has only enough time to make a shushing gesture before they crumble. As if in response to the silent command, hands of gold form out of the metal around Phos and cover their mouth to smother the instinctual scream.
Make sure Sensei doesn't get lonely. And take care of winter for me.
Maybe it's just some strange quality of the memory. Surely there hadn't actually been time for all that to be said in the moments before they shattered completely, but to Phos' perception it's definitely Antarcticite's voice.
Outside the cube, some of those ivory figures descend down ropes. Up close, they're eerie – all identical and blank-faced, slim and genderless and dressed in a manner vaguely reminiscent of Buddhist influences. They silently approach the scene carrying shallow basins and begin gathering up the scattered fragments of gemstone.
Phos watches mutely as one picks up Antarcticite's foot, still in its heeled shoed.
The ivory figure pauses, the strange golden cube seeming to catch their attention, and for a moment they start towards it while Phos sits, voice smothered and entirely trapped. But some silent signal from its comrades seems to draw the figure away again and it drifts off to rejoin the rest as they head back towards the ropes.
Seeing Antarcticite's pieces being taken away right in front of them, Phos finally fights free of the golden hands covering their mouth.]
Do what I say, you worthless junk!!
[The closest of the figures turn back at the sudden shout as the gold re-liquifies and ripples around Phos. Arrows from somewhere above sink into it harmlessly. The roiling gold peels back from around Phos like lotus petals. They stagger under the weight of it, and as if in response to their desires a wave of it lashes out and through the closest figure. Antarcticite's foot drops to the earth as the figure dissipates into smoke.
Phos gasps and falls to their knees as cracks run through their whole body, excess gold seeping out and solidifying instantly. It's reminiscent of kintsugi, fixing broken pottery with gold lacquer to highlight the damage and make art of it. Gold drips from around their eyes and runs down their face like tears and they force themself to their feet under the weight of the metal.
A volley of arrows rains down from above, another of those cloud platforms that must have appeared while Antarcticite was distracted trying to free them. The gold seems to suddenly start to work with them and Phos lurches forward, a stream of the metal stretching out to grab Antarcticite's fallen sword as they rush towards the platform. Gold propels them upwards on a column formed under their feet, but they're forced back from the platform by a wall of arrows that the alloy just barely manages to shield them from.
They clatter back down to the ground as the platform drifts away, moving out over an ocean filled with broken sheets of ice. It moves fast. Phos rushes after it with a burning determination, stumbling in the snow and tumbling and falling back into a run without stopping.
Shards of mint green crystal scatter as they run, their body continuing to crack under the strain. The ignore the damage, the pieces of themself falling away, fixated solely on the quickly departing platform.
They come to a cliff and the alloy launches them up once again on a column of solid gold. At its peak, Phos hurls Antarcticite's sword after the distant platform.
It sails into the sky, making distance Olympians could only dream of.
It still comes nowhere close.
Phos watches as the sword arcs back down to fall somewhere among the ice floes. The gold column beneath them shatters, and Phos falls as well.]
((ooc: This is the closest thing I can find to a clip but at least it's enough for you to suffer with me!))