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WHO: Hunter and you!
WHAT: Memshare!!!
WHERE: Vegas/dreamscape/etc
WHEN: Event time!
WARNINGS: CW for child abuse, child soldiering, brainwashing, ptsd, genocide mentions! also Owl House spoilers will be in here.....
Just a note that I'm going to be doing two separate top level headers! One will be to tag in to receive a memshare from Hunter, and one will be one where you can put your character's memory! Please give me a memory in return if you are taking one of Hunter's ♥
WHAT: Memshare!!!
WHERE: Vegas/dreamscape/etc
WHEN: Event time!
WARNINGS: CW for child abuse, child soldiering, brainwashing, ptsd, genocide mentions! also Owl House spoilers will be in here.....
Just a note that I'm going to be doing two separate top level headers! One will be to tag in to receive a memshare from Hunter, and one will be one where you can put your character's memory! Please give me a memory in return if you are taking one of Hunter's ♥
HUNTER'S MEMORIES
WINTER
[ winter finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- half of it is immaculate, with golden walls and large ornate paintings lining the walls. many of the paintings depict "emperor belos", who winter will intrinsically understand to be the ruler of the boiling isles, hunter's, and.... "his" home. there is the persistent feeling that the boiling isles is his home, even if he can easily tell otherwise. and so many of these regal paintings depict emperor belos battling and triumping against "wild witches" and "wild magic". winter will also have a strong feeling that he is the equivalent of a wild witch in this scenario. ]
[ the further he ventures into the hallways, however, the more the other half becomes visible: old, dying trees, a barren land, and the sense of death all around him. here, there are just as many paintings, but they're faded, ripped, hard to get a visual on ]
[ a young human girl is with him, and she's narrowing her eyes at the gilded paintings. she looks to winter ]
[ "You're not buying this baloney about wild magic being evil and Belos being the savior of everything, are you?" ]
WRIOTHESLEY
[ wriothesley finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- everywhere around him is rotting and decaying. a barren wasteland filled with dying trees, and ripped canvases of paintings. ]
[ hunter's voice flits into his mind as he looks at these paintings -- The mindscape reflects the individual. Those are memories. You shouldn't touch them! he also knows, inexplicably, that this is the emperor's mindscape. Emperor Belos, the ruler of the Boiling Isles --- and the man hunter serves. ]
[ hunter is nowhere to be found. and those paintings are faded, ripped, and torn. almost like belos doesn't want him to see what's in them. ]
[ he may feel like he's being watched, as well..... ]
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Wriothesley takes a few moments to peer at the scenery around him, at the brick walls and the flickering torches and the paintings that show scraps and moments of events that must have transpired long ago. He doesn't touch, heeding the warning that somehow echoes through his head, but he does travel a little further, letting his feet guide him to first one painting and then the next. (None of them make any sense to him though, especially not with the way so many of them are mostly obscured.)
With no answers to be found in his immediate surroundings, he settles for the next best thing: walking down the hallway in search of someone or something that might clue him in as to what's going on. ]
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[ in some of the paintings, he catches glimpses of someone (or someones?) who look quite a bit like hunter. huh. must be a coincidence. ]
[ there's a faint giggle in the background, from somewhere, but as he walks forward, he will see a young boy cowering.... he has a wooden sword, and some kind of rope in his hands? but despite that, he seems terrified of wriothesley ]
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VERGILIUS
[ vergilius finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- everywhere around him is rotting and decaying. a barren wasteland filled with dying trees, and ripped canvases of paintings. ]
[ hunter's voice flits into his mind as he looks at these paintings -- The mindscape reflects the individual. Those are memories. You shouldn't touch them! he also knows, inexplicably, that this is the emperor's mindscape. Emperor Belos, the ruler of the Boiling Isles --- and the man hunter serves. ]
[ hunter is nowhere to be found. and those paintings are faded, ripped, and torn. almost like belos doesn't want him to see what's in them. ]
[ he may feel like he's being watched, as well..... ]
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[He's not one to freeze up - as focused as he is, his priority is to get out of this place - and he only spares a glance for the paintings before heading down the hallway.]
Some kind of art gallery...?
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ELYSIUM
[ elysium finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- half of it is immaculate, with golden walls and large ornate paintings lining the walls. many of the paintings depict "emperor belos", who ely will intrinsically understand to be the ruler of the boiling isles, hunter's, and.... "his" home. there is the persistent feeling that the boiling isles is his home, even if he can easily tell otherwise. and so many of these regal paintings depict emperor belos battling and triumping against "wild witches" and "wild magic". elysium will also have a strong feeling that he is the equivalent of a wild witch in this scenario, which is probably a familiar feeling. wild magic is supposedly dangerous and destructive, and so is he. at least, according to the emperor ]
[ the further he ventures into the hallways, however, the more the other half becomes visible: old, dying trees, a barren land, and the sense of death all around him. here, there are just as many paintings, but they're faded, ripped, hard to get a visual on ]
[ a young human girl is with him, and she's narrowing her eyes at the gilded paintings. she looks to elysium ]
[ "You're not buying this baloney about wild magic being evil and Belos being the savior of everything, are you?" ]
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Hm. [ He's of opinion that yes, these witch trials seem rather ridiculous, reminiscent of what Infected back in his world contend with on a regular basis based on the knowledge he's been given of them. What's offering his opinion going to change anything here, though? So instead, he does the lovely thing of flipping the question: ] What are we doing here, exactly…?
[ this does not seem appropriate for a field trip ]
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RYOJI
[ ryoji finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- everywhere around him is rotting and decaying. a barren wasteland filled with dying trees, and ripped canvases of paintings. ]
[ hunter's voice flits into his mind as he looks at these paintings -- The mindscape reflects the individual. Those are memories. You shouldn't touch them! he also knows, inexplicably, that this is the emperor's mindscape. Emperor Belos, the ruler of the Boiling Isles --- and the man hunter serves. ]
[ hunter is nowhere to be found. and those paintings are faded, ripped, and torn. almost like belos doesn't want him to see what's in them. ]
[ ryoji may feel like he's being watched, as well..... ]
DR. RATIO
[ dr. ratio finds himself part of the emperor's coven -- he will remember very clearly what he had to do join. only a select few were chosen, and he's had to prove himself through rigorous testing -- deadly traps with mazes, witches duels to the death. once he was left on the top of a mountain and had to find his way down. he was one of few to even survive. ]
[ he also remembers the past golden guard, an extremely powerful and intelligent witch who was his mentor when he was younger. he remembers having a strong bond with this man -- despite never seeing his face. he died under mysterious circumstances, something ratio has yet to find any details about, no matter how hard he searched ]
[ his successor is a child, who can't be older than 13, at the most. today, dr. ratio has been ordered to accompany this new golden guard on his mission and report back to the emperor about his progress. there have been whispers already about this new golden guard -- that he's unworthy ]
[ ratio and the golden guard are alone in this mission. it's to raid a supposed base of wild witches and return with their palismen --- sentient magical totems that can transform into a staff. ratio used to have one, himself, but it was taken by the emperor when he'd joined the emperor's coven. ]
[ the new golden guard beckons for ratio to follow him ]
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There is a young boy in front of him, no older than thirteen. He is to be the successor? He does not discriminate against age, but that does not mean he cannot take umbrage with the situation. A child on the cusp of his teen years should not be subjected to... to all of this.
It is but a memory, however. He cannot change the course of reality. So he stays silent, and follows when he's beckoned to by the young child. ]
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MARCH
[ march finds herself in a dimly lit hallway -- everywhere around her is rotting and decaying. a barren wasteland filled with dying trees, and ripped canvases of paintings. ]
[ hunter's voice flits into her mind as he looks at these paintings -- The mindscape reflects the individual. Those are memories. You shouldn't touch them!. she may remember him explaining mindscapes before. but she also knows, inexplicably, that this is the emperor's mindscape. Emperor Belos, the ruler of the Boiling Isles --- and the man hunter serves. ]
[ hunter is nowhere to be found. and those paintings are faded, ripped, and torn. almost like belos doesn't want her to see what's in them. ]
[ march also hears a mysterious giggle in the background, vibrating off of the trees and the paintings. spooky! ]
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This is someone's mindscape? She's already worried about his mental state if that's the case, but she lifts her chin and moves forward.
Time to maybe find the source of that giggle. ]
Hello...?
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LAE'ZEL
[ lae'zel finds herself in a dimly lit hallway -- half of it is immaculate, with golden walls and large ornate paintings lining the walls. many of the paintings depict "emperor belos", who lae'zel will intrinsically understand to be the ruler of the boiling isles, hunter's, and.... "her" home. there is the persistent feeling that the boiling isles is her home, even if she can easily tell otherwise. and so many of these regal paintings depict emperor belos battling and triumphing against "wild witches" and "wild magic". lae'zel will also have a strong feeling that she is the equivalent of a wild witch in this scenario. ]
[ the further she ventures into the hallways, however, the more the other half becomes visible: old, dying trees, a barren land, and the sense of death all around her. here, there are just as many paintings, but they're faded, ripped, hard to get a visual on ]
[ a young human girl is with her, and she's narrowing her eyes at the gilded paintings. she looks to lae'zel ]
[ "You're not buying this baloney about wild magic being evil and Belos being the savior of everything, are you?" ]
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Chk. I do not believe any magic is "evil." All magic is simply a weapon to be used and manipulated, same as a sword.
[ There's nothing moral about it, only the morality of the person wielding it. Her sharp gaze cuts in to the painting of the Emperor and the owl-like beast, squinting. ]
Whether or not the Emperor is a savior depends only on the person. And you seem to have already made up your mind.
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YOR
[ yor finds herself in the body of a small bird, flapjack! she's flying around hunter, currently dressed like a scout. she'll know, implicity, that hunter is out here against orders, trying to get titan's blood -- a powerful and rare substance that will help his master, emperor belos. and she -- as flapjack -- is worried about him. he doesn't understand why she keeps following him! whatever she says comes out as chirps ]
[ hunter narrows his eyes ]
I don't speak palisman. [ and then, without a beat: ] Okay, here's the plan. I slip in with this disguise. I find the Titan's Blood before Kiki. I give it to Belos, boom! I'm useful again!
[ suddenly, a blast of magic comes out from nowhere and completely annihilates the tree they were hiding behind! ]
[ what does she do next? ]
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Try as she might to ask, Yor finds that she...can't. Her mouth is a beak! And instead of her usual chirpy voice, she just has regular, well, chirps. Worse still, Hunter doesn't seem to understand her either despite her trying to speak to him with words that just won't come out.
That is, until the tree behind him is completely blasted out of nowhere. She has no human voice yet still she must scream! Or peep very loudly, distressed, rather! But, not for herself. Even in her little bird form with her little bird wings, Yor hops on Hunter's arm as she tries in vain to ask if he's okay and tries to tug on his sleeve with her feet to drag him away from the obvious danger. ]
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DEARKA
[ dearka finds himself younger than he is -- at your discretion, but in terms of the hierarchy, he's the equivalent of a newbie, a scout going through basic training to be accepted in the emperor's coven. and it's quite cutthroat. dearka finds himself believing (at least to an extent), that he's wanted this all of his life, he's worked hard for it, excelling in school, studying his ass off! he might have had to step on a few toes to even get here. maybe even duel yzak one on one. and he's lost his precious palisman (a magical totem creature who could turn into a staff) to belos, who confiscated it. ]
[ still, he's determined! currently, his mission is to escape this maze full of deadly traps and beasts. every creature, small and big, in this thing, wants to take a piece of him. the walls are massive and full of painful thorns and carnivorous plants -- so he might not want to get too close to them, either. he's got a wand and can use limited magic, but he'll have to rely on his smarts and physical prowess to get out of here. ]
[ he also realizes he's not alone -- there's a literal child here who looks to be about six years old, with unkempt blonde hair. his hood is down, but as soon as he sees dearka looking at him, he puts it back up, almost defensively ]
[ what will dearka do? try to work with this child, help, hinder him? throw him to the wolfbats? all of these are options ]
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The biggest contradiction lies in the ambition he feels. He's used to competitive settings, but he's not used to really feeling the pressure of them. He's one of those irritating kinds of guys who somehow gets really far in life without really trying. He's never at the peak, because applying himself to get there would be too much of a drag, but it's fine because he's content with simply being close to first. It's part of the reason why he and Yzak are able to coexist as well as they do; if he weren't content with 2nd, 3rd or 4th place, they'd be at each other's throats.
This implanted personality, on the other hand, wants this bad. Enough that he kind of stalls out and argues with himself for a moment, one fist clenching and unclenching at his side. In the end, he's still a ZAFT soldier. And ZAFT's goals and the importance of what it's protecting overrules the ambitions of any one individual. Competition is one thing, competition can be healthy. But pitting your soldiers against one another...?]
Oy, c'mon. We'll get out of here a lot faster if we work together.
[He's holding a hand out and frowning, talking in a squeaky little 10 year old voice.]
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ERESHKIGAL
[ ereshkigal finds herself in the body of a small bird, flapjack! she's flying around hunter, currently dressed like a scout. she'll know, implicity, that hunter is out here against orders, trying to get titan's blood -- a powerful and rare substance that will help his master, emperor belos. and she -- as flapjack -- is worried about him. he doesn't understand why she keeps following him! whatever she says comes out as chirps ]
[ hunter narrows his eyes ]
I don't speak palisman. [ and then, without a beat: ] Okay, here's the plan. I slip in with this disguise. I find the Titan's Blood before Kiki. I give it to Belos, boom! I'm useful again!
[ suddenly, a blast of magic comes out from nowhere and completely annihilates the tree they were hiding behind! ]
[ what does she do next? ]
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Why is she a bird? What is happening? Being able to fly isn't a bad thing - why, it's a wonderful feeling! But she can't appreciate it when she's panicking so much, no no no. Is that... Hunter? ]
I-Is this a memory too? Do you understand me?
[ Are her words coming out properly or does he only hear her chirping? And then, an attack? ]
What was that?
[ She flies around his head like a moon around a planet. ]
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MARCILLE
[ marcille finds herself in a dimly lit hallway -- half of it is immaculate, with golden walls and large ornate paintings lining the walls. many of the paintings depict "emperor belos", who marcille will intrinsically understand to be the ruler of the boiling isles, hunter's, and.... "her" home. there is the persistent feeling that the boiling isles is her home, even if she can easily tell otherwise. and so many of these regal paintings depict emperor belos battling and triumping against "wild witches" and "wild magic". marcille will also have a strong feeling that she is the equivalent of a wild witch in this scenario. ]
[ the further she ventures into the hallways, however, the more the other half becomes visible: old, dying trees, a barren land, and the sense of death all around her. here, there are just as many paintings, but they're faded, ripped, hard to get a visual on ]
[ a piercing, rebounding scream echoes through the hallways, shaking the very ground she's standing on.... and marcille will get the sense she's being watched ]
FERN
[ fern finds herself younger than she is -- at your discretion, but in terms of the hierarchy, she's the equivalent of a newbie, a scout going through basic training to be accepted in the emperor's coven. and it's extremely cutthroat. fern finds herself believing (at least to an extent), that she's wanted this all of his life, she's worked hard for it, excelling in school, studying her ass off! she might have had to step on a few toes to even get here. maybe even duel stark. and she's lost her precious palisman (a magical totem creature who could turn into a staff) to belos, who confiscated it. no one knows what he does with them. ]
[ still, she's determined! currently, her mission is to escape this maze full of deadly traps and beasts. every creature, small and big, in this thing, wants to take a piece of her. the walls are massive and full of painful thorns and carnivorous plants -- so she might not want to get too close to them, either. she's got a training wand and has access to all her regular spells, albeit... weaker. it looks like she'll have to rely on her smarts and physical prowess to get out of here. ]
[ she also realizes she's not alone -- there's a literal child here who looks to be about six years old, with unkempt blonde hair. his hood is down, but as soon as he sees fern looking at him, he puts it back up, almost defensively ]
[ what will fern do? try to work with this child, help, hinder him? ]
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All to say, fear was something she had shaken off soon after entering the maze and encountering its many dangers; it didn't take long for all of that studying and training to shine through, to guide her feet and hands, especially when given such an important task. She must, absolutely must get her staff back; it was a precious gift from the person who saved her life.
And to that end... she lowers her own hood. Her voice is even softer, at this age. ]
It will be easier if we work together...
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