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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 3:08 am
★ IF YOU FOUGHT GALAHAD: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You recall seeing the grail Galahad held before. You encountered him while guarding the grail from him. This is a weapon memory.
★ IF YOU WERE IN THE PRISON: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You realize you have been chained before. You feel pain, fear, and then nothing as your body twists into a weapon and you are sealed. This is a weapon memory.
★ IF YOU WERE IN THE SANCTUARY ORP: +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You remember a small fragment of the life you once had, and your family. This is a knight memory.
★ IF YOU WERE IN THE TOWER ORP: +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You remember that you once came across an enchanted artifact. It contained a flash of your future. You saw a future where you would die. This is a knight memory (make up a random death).
★ IF YOU ARE A VIOLET KNIGHT: +5 EITHER black or blue door points (your pick). A memory unlocks. You remember a memory of you having to make a decision, and you running away from it. This is a knight OR weapon memory.
★ IF YOU HAVE FIVE OR MORE SACRED CARDS: +5 blue door points. Your loyalty to serve burns strong. A memory unlocks. You remember training to one day become a knight. This is a knight memory.
15 Black : 15 blue
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:04 am
☆ You remember a memory of you having to make a decision, and you running away from it.
They are inseparable, if only because Camille is so fond of hugging, and never seems to have any desire to let her go. The other twin, Mildred, is approximately as affectionate as a wooden board, but she is tolerant.
She is tolerant of all but herself, at least - she finds so many unforgivable things inside her, dark and terrible things. The sort of things that only point to one conclusion: she is dangerous and bad, and cannot be trusted around anything important or good.
So they remain inseparable only because Camille never wants to let go.
But she'll have to. If she doesn't, she will get hurt, and that will be the most unforgivable of all. If she does to her any of the things she has considered acting upon with their siblings...
...why is he faulty and dumb, if I broke his skull and looked inside would his mind be faulty and dumb too? Could she still cry with her mouth sewn shut? Would looking at a heart help me understand why they say you feel things there, because I do not...
...then she will be bad beyond redemption. As destructive as the shadows. Maybe she already is a shadow. Maybe she is her sister's shadow. Maybe she's been her horrible, deadly shadow all along, following in her footsteps until she can steal her life away when they are old enough.
When Camille falls asleep, Mildred slips away and hides herself within the night. The darkness is a comfort, but it can't match the relief of her freedom. Of knowing that she can live safely among the shadows.
In her place she left only a note, which was neither tolerant nor good to hold.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:44 am
☆ You recall seeing the grail Galahad held before. You encountered him while guarding the grail from him.
He thinks that he could spend an eternity basking in her light.
When she speaks he cannot help listening. He hears every letter of every word, and her voice sounds like spun gold around him. He knows that she is the reason that birds sing, the reason that the sun rises, and he wishes that he had more to give her than a cold, scaly body and the darkness of the night.
He never wants his eyes or ears to waste time on anyone or anything else, not ever again. He is already annoyed (and quite a bit heartbroken), then, as the sound of human feet tear him away from her.
'This is that which is not yours,' he warns, his wordless voice like the hum of a nighttime forest. He sheds scales that twinkle with starlike iridescence and join a shower of leaves as he shifts within the branches, staring down at the man with disinterest and pity.
How sad, to be human. How sad, to not know her.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 10:08 am
☆ You remember that you once came across an enchanted artifact. It contained a flash of your future. You saw a future where you would die.
Of course it would be an astrolabe to show her the distance between this and
She grew out of the habit of looking back a long time ago. Memories never held much importance, not when she moved so steadily and persistently forward, never allowing her gaze to wander from the path they created together.
But there is nothing left in that direction, and she knows and accepts it without complaint. She concedes that it would be painfully fruitless. As simply as she did before, she opts to focus on another portion of her life; she faces the beginning, rather than the end.
She hardly sees the day she worried so fiercely about, the day they left Camelot with their lives intact. It is incomparable to all of the rest - journeys she recorded in too many diaries to count, lands she could never have imagined, a home of undeniable perfection. She sees how they charted the stars and crossed the oceans. She sees Robert the Second, the defiantly-named Sirius, and all ambitiously-achieved nineteen of their siblings.
(She wouldn't have stopped at twenty-one, had it been up to her.)
She sees how stubbornly she refused the destiny placed upon her, and how successful they were in fulfilling their own. She sees each and every one of his promises come true, reminder after reminder after reminder that he was her home, her belonging, her acceptance. She sees two lives become one, and she wouldn't ever have divided them, had it been up to her.
She feels his hand around hers, warm and all-encompassing, and she smiles. She almost feels greedy when she wishes she still had her vision; she's had more than she ever believed she deserved, and still wants a single moment more.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 10:39 am
☆ You realize you have been chained before. You feel pain, fear, and then nothing as your body twists into a weapon and you are sealed.
This is what they must have gone through, he thinks, his mind a feeble fortress against the agonizing pain. He thinks of the shadow-stars in the night sky, those that were stitched and melded into the heavens forever. He wonders if that will be what becomes of him. He knows better, but he wonders.
He knows he has done nothing to merit such a place. He deserves no place among the stars. He is aware of this, but not saddened by it.
This is what I would have looked like, he thinks, if he had only earned that place by trying to be something greater. If he had ever once shed his skin to truly grow, instead of accepting it as a limitation and working within its boundaries. If he had challenged fate to become more than the minimum of what he had to be.
It hurts worse to know that it is much too late for that.
These were the brightest points in my life, he thinks, and these are the paths that connected them, and this is all that I have left. He is dots and dashes of a code that cannot be deciphered, but he etches this final punctuation into his memory anyway.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 11:01 am
☆ Your loyalty to serve burns strong. You remember training to one day become a knight.
There is a void and there will always be a void, and she shows every bit of that emptiness on her face. She refuses their food and refuses their drink, and again and again they refuse her right to die. She should have stayed with him. She is sick every time she thinks of the fact that there is no remaining indication that he was not alone, should anyone stumble upon the ruins.
There is still so much to be given, and so much to be learned. There is far more that she owed to him, indebted with a permanence that she never feared. There is no way to accomplish any of that now, and continuing on like this is disgustingly dishonoring his legacy.
Her fingers curl around the handle of the scythe they press into her hand, but she doesn't move. Her vacant stare is focused on a man in front of her, and acrid venom collects on her tongue as she fails to spit it out at him.
He excels at this, and she hates it. He should not succeed. His reasons are all wrong. This should not be allowed.
"You could not save me," she hoarsely whispers, all she has the strength for. It hurts. Emptiness should not be so painful. "You should have. You did not. You will never truly save anyone."
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 11:25 am
☆ You remember a small fragment of the life you once had, and your family.
It is a wonderful feeling to greet each day as eagerly as the one before, and each night more eagerly still. There is so much to keep her occupied that her mind never wanders into the darkness any more, and there is so much to learn to fill its place.
The hunger inside her for knowledge is voracious, and his stores are plentiful. He laughs sometimes when her youth favors her, as she runs veritable circles around him, oblivious that he tires much faster lately. There is an understanding between them that she once believed was impossible, an acceptance that she can be brilliant in spite of the darkness. He tells her with gentle bemusement how fitting a choice it is for her to be an astronomer. She trusts his every word, because he is her mentor and her father; the only person who has encouraged her to think she can really be human.
So it is an outstanding feeling as she greets the day after one rule is indefinitely relaxed, so much so that she doesn't stop to consider why, neglects to realize that the reason she is entrusted with leaving to fetch materials and tend to his other errands is in direct relation to his decline.
And it is with overbearing enthusiasm that she sets out to do them, her eyes bright as she gathers the tomes in her arms and sets out towards--
It feels like colliding with a wall, though it is most certainly a man. She looks up from the street to see a hand extended in her direction - or vaguely so, at least, as its owner appears preoccupied with one of her tomes, seemingly attempting to read it.
Sideways.
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