Maybe Llydia...No, Lydia, should have been a little more panicked at having had her memories, her true memories, awoken. Instead, she simply felt...concerned? Slightly so, yes, especially since a certain emptiness crept from within, a hollow void that Rorric would have filled before. Where was her fire bird, that chirpy and excitable companion that had shared a space in her head for long enough that she could not even remember what it had been like for him to not be there?
Scared? No, not really. Intrigued, yes, of course. Curious and wondering. Of course, she knew that her time with these memories was limited. Alice...the girl, she had said something along the lines of 24 hours. And then what? Back to believing she was this....Priestess of death? The thought almost made her laugh, the urge to do so bubbling up inside of her but quelled with a deep breath that was held until the compulsion waned away.
Time to laugh about all of this later (hopefully). She had things that needed to be done.
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:47 am
[PART THREE]
It was like taking a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Suddenly Bix was present and himself, except not himself at all. He wasn’t this thing, this horseman, but a hunter. His enemy.. His..
Mina beside him nudged her brother, scowled and pushed him, “What’s wrong?”
So she didn’t realize. She wasn’t herself. She was just a weapon. A thing that had been and was now a tool. She was still with him though, they were bound together, and that in some small way was reassuring. Even if she didn’t remember, she was with him.
“I’m fine..” He still felt the elaborate decor, the braiding, the near naked body that now pricked with chills as he became aware of it.
This was a dream, whatever it was, was still real and present and happening.
“I just have to find someone.. Mind meeting me later?” The albino horseman played idly with the braids in his hair, fussed, and then rubbed a chilly elbow.
Mina frowned and hissed, thin fingers working over the blades at her side, “Fine..”
Bix shoved her with a smile in an attempt to be reassuring but he wasn’t sure if it worked. He had to find someone. Ceres or Gale. Someone familiar who hopefully also remembered.
“I’ll meet you back in our rooms,” She hissed again and gave him a side eye. She could tell something had happened and she wasn’t sure what.
Bix nodded, head swimming with a mixture of memories. Horseman. Human. Hunter.
Her dreams were always awful, except that time in Wonderland - when she was a carefree white rabbit, Mimsy a cheshire cat and Robert a mad hatter and many familiar faces presented. They celebrated their weddings so many times, it was such a wonderful moment. She and Solia married to someone resembled nigh the Death Lead - everything was merely perfect in that dream.
She knew Alice's existence from that dream, she was thankful for her showing that dream to her. It became a precious memory she kept inside her treasure chest. That was the place she put all her happy memories, about her siblings mostly before the accident happened.
"Alice." She called her name when she woke her up.
A dream she called it, the memories she lived as a horseman. It was real but all was a dream? The honey colored eyes looked at her skin, the markings along her arm, they were as calm as a peaceful ocean.
If that was a dream, then what the original she was -
- She was a hunter.
Remembered her true identity, there was no clue for emotions on her deadpanned face. She continued to stare at her arm which occupied by markings and twisted it around while she mused. That dream, the horseman in the dream was happy, unlike her. Siluhe was full of passions and determination but she wasn't her.
Shu pressed her lips lightly, recalling those familiar people appeared in that dream. It meant something bad, if every hunter was having that collective dream again, their base would be vulnerable to any assault, either from O, Halloween or horseman.
There was only one way to check it out - waking up from the dream. Alice had said she couldn't tell them how to return, it was easy to guess someone or something trapped them all there for a purpose. They were brainwashed to believe they were all horseme in the dream, she even remembered fighting several hunters at the Embassy.
She didn't dislike the horseman dream as it provided her a warm home, a family without worrying she would make them suffer. Shu wondered if that the feeling for being a horseman, it made her jealous. Unlike the Wonderland dream, she and the Morris were distant, they had a perfect family on their own. Was it because of her consciousness interfered when the false memories inserted into her? She had no answer.
War? She snorted about it. If it was the real her, Death Clan would suit the best. She shall spend all her remaining time reflecting her own sin in remorse.
"Z." She beckoned her weapon but didn't get any response. He was detached from her, that idea annoyed her a little bit. Since they were on the island, they were together. When she tried to hurt herself, he was there. When she needed guidances, he was there. It felt awful not having him besides her.
She remembered that cage in the dream, with red butterflies. That strengthened her belief in Destruction's involvement. Was she the one who did all those stuff underhand? With a flicker of memory, she took out another clue - they said the crystal was green then after yesterday, it became red. "Creation too?" She muttered to herself.
That AI, Dorothy, Shu had no idea who created her but Alice was undoubtedly so much better. She was the one stopped them from finding more clues from the mirrors in the Death common floors - When Siluhe saw Shu in the reflection - wait, she didn't remember warning herself through the mirror so who the one reminding her was?
The petite hunter sighed lightly, so lightly that it felt like a whisper. She wasn't book-smart person, and yet she had numberous questions piled up. Her lips turned downward but shortly she moved onto planning what she should do.
There was a timer in that dream, around 24 hours before they rebooted their memories and she would forgot she was a hunter and believed herself as a war horseman again.
Knowing how much Siluhe, her horseman self disliked reading and took advantage of her personality, she spent some times to set up a little hide-up game to challenge her. She was confident she would fall for it.
Instead of difficult wordings, she picked some easy and clear concepts, assisted with doodles. One of the messages was: Trust Alice, don't trust Dorothy.
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 1:35 pm
[PART THREE]
Wake up.
The voice had him freezing in his room, orange and green eyes blinking as he slowly tilted his head. Everything around him felt like it was tilting on it's axis and felt like his lungs were caving in on each other.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:16 pm
[Part Three]
Ellaren opened her eyes and for several long minutes stared blankly ahead as she struggled to align her thoughts. Was she a horseman or wasn't she? Was this world real, or were those memories Alice brought to her? Was she really going to wake up from this and find that it had all been a dream? She drew in a shaky breath, tried to quell that rising tide of panic, and realized all at once that she was shaking. She brought an unsteady hand up in front of her face and considered it, biting her lip.
She had always looked frailer than she truly was, too thin and bony to ever appear healthy, but it was only now that it occurred to her that that didn't feel right. It didn't feel enough. Her skin should have been paler, her long fingers more...more...She drew in another sharp breath as she realized the problem. Undead. She wasn't supposed to just look the part of the corpse, she was supposed to be one. The fingers she remembered had been nothing but sharp bone.
It wasn't hard to accept the memories of Amityville after that revelation, but she couldn't recall any series of events that might have led her here, to this strange dream that felt realer than her own unlife ever had. She remembered the cage, and some part of her understood what it held captive now, but she could make no more sense of it than that. She remembered Dorothy's helpful information, and then immediately remembered how unhelpful it actually had been.
All she really knew, in the end, was that this clarity would not last. She pulled herself to her feet and scrambled for paper, scratching out a message to herself. Ellaren would not believe it, like as not, but she wanted to know that she had tried.
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:29 pm
Part 3
Alice spoke, and Jordan listened, and the flood of memories that came rushing back in were all his own. These were his real memories. This was the real world, the world where he was a hunter, not a horseman, and Ferros was his weapon.
He'd been dreaming. He wasn't sure how long he'd been dreaming, but this was yet another collection of memories of himself that belonged to another self. How many were there now? More than were probably good for his sanity. And almost invariably, they were better lives. He didn't know why. It seemed cruel.
The cage was rebooting into a new version, apparently. They were caught in a dream, or a program, a simulation either way, and their real memories had been locked away until now. What was Dorothy? Jordan knew a little bit about Alice, from what he'd heard of the dream called Wonderland. Dorothy was another being, another story, and he wondered tiredly what power she represented. Ideas and memories had power, and the idea called Dorothy wanted them to stay caged, memories held away from them. Alice had returned the memories, but for what purpose What was the new cage?
He was awake now, and he was waking up into a dream. He was still dreaming, and it was a cruel dream, one in which he'd been the very thing he fought against for his life and for humanity, one in which he'd been happy. He wondered how long it would take him to forget.
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Character's name: Jian Character's clan: Conquest Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana Moon, group E BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He has blue eyes and long-reddish-gold hair in a braid down his back. He wears richly patterned red robes.
Noah awoke, although he didn't remember having been asleep. That was curious. Even more curious was the program addressing him. What had she been programmed to do? She'd stopped herself before stating her actual purpose. This one was different than the other one. Alice was not Dorothy. Dorothy seemed like she had a different purpose, but Noah didn't really have any idea what the purpose of either ... prgram? being? either way, he didn't know what their purpose was.
Memories came oozing back in, first a trickle, then a flood. He wasn't a horseman of Famine. He was a hunter, and he was supposed to kill horsemen. He felt his stomach turn over in slow horror, recalling horseman memories of the satisfaction of killing hunters. But that wasn't real, was it? These memories were the ones that were real, the memories of his human life. The horseman memories were nothing but a simulation.
... Dionaea. His stomach turned over again at the realization that the daughter he adored was part of the fake memories. Nothing but a dream. Cor was Al, of course; he recognized his partner anywhere, and it didn't seem strange to him that in this world where they could make a child of their own they'd done so. But it wasn't real, even though the memory of deep love and fierce pride still rang true.
What was he supposed to do with these memories? How was he supposed to find a way out of this simulation? How was he supposed to deal with suddenly having a whole other set of memories in his mind? Wonderland hadn't transformed him like this. It had been a different kind of dream, and he found that he had no idea what to do now.
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Character's name: Noah Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana High Priestess, group A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and emaciated with lank brown hair, dressed in loose, tattered brown leather clothing. He has small vines twisted through his hair.
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 8:25 pm
[ Part 3 ]
A long time ago, Alamea had ate herself full of eyescream and went into a sugar coma. The next day she had woken up groggy and confused, though her stomach seemed happy. Her head spun for a few days though, and she had a raging headache. Possibly the worst of her life.
Well, now maybe it was the second worst as her eyes fluttered open and she yawned, feeling like she'd been trapped in a Monster dorm dodgeball game and pummeled over and over again. "Wha...?" Mea blinked, dropping the extra pause in her name and she tilted her head at the voice nearby. Something was... familiar. Like her entire life and she stared blankly at the ceiling. "Oh yeah!" The small ghoul hopped up again. This wasn't her dorm room, and she didn't fall asleep during an exam.
Puffing out her cheeks, she tapped her foot in annoyance. The why of the matter was far away, but she could recall thinking she was a Horseman. Not that it bothered her too much, she'd been having some fun eating and collecting, doing weird jobs. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to remember herself, but without a why (and possibly due to her whining stomach) she wasn't going to try to worry about it. But if she wasn't really a horseman... were any of them? That thought went away and she paced around.
"Better do something while I remember..." Mea muttered, though the what... well, she wasn't really good at focusing on things like that. "Maybe a snack would help." She said, hitting a fist into her open hand. "Okay! Let's go!" And she skittered back away into The Dusk.
[Exit]
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Character's name: Me'ah Character's clan: Famine Stage: Y1 Job Class: Scavenger Character's journal link:[ Journal ] Character's arcana The Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short Famine horseman with pale, translucent and deteriorating green wings, dark skin which is tearing in many places. Arm bones are exposed, hidden under clothes. Long, tattered white hair loosely flowing. Large satchel tied around her waist with collected goods.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 8:59 pm
PART 3: Whiplash
Rohim was returning from work. He was pleased with the results of the serum he whipped up at the labs outside of the main Dusk tower. He was sure he could contribute a little extra energy to the Famine departments, keep a little surplus going just to be safe if the power cut out again.
He was so pleased with himself, that was until reality struck like a blow to the side of the head. Dorothy? No. Alice? What? Something was wrong. He was in the desert with Rep. Hunters. Allies? Enemies. No. friends.
Camixi. Cami. Peyton? Who was. She was your guardian, a Sun Hunter, but you're a horsemen why would you you're a hunter
Reality slammed into place, or at least the memory of it did, the result left him lying on the floor crawling around a bit scrambling to grab his phone. The picture he was greeted with made him gag. Twisting bugs, reports about torture, experiments.
His hands trembled as he tapped out a message.
To Camixi
We need to talk. Remembered something. Oasis ASAP.
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 9:09 pm
[ PART 3 ]
It all started with a searing pain in his head. He couldn't stand it, not anymore. It took him a second, but then a familiar voice echoed in his head. Dorothy? No. She was blue, she had yellow hair and Ilker knew her. She was Alice. But from where? The more she spoke, the more confused Ilker became. It was almost like he'd remembered something like she'd-- She'd? Wait... She'd. Ilker-- Imbere wasn't Ilker. What the <********>
And in a split second, everything came back to her.
Her family. Her friends. Her childhood, her school. None of it... None of it was here. None of it was as a horseman, no-- She was a student, second year, at Amityville Academy with all the ghouls and boils that came with it. All the freshies, juniors, seniors... Imbere pressed her fingers upon her temples swallowing hard. Was this all... A dream? Imbere cringed. It felt more than that, it felt like a separate lifetime. Like... A separate memory, even. Imbere clearly remembered a cage, something housing her memories, repairing itself and building. Who was Dorothy? Why was she dragging them into the abyss, when they should've been swimming up? Imbere clicked her tongue, humming a familiar song to herself before clenching her teeth. She shouldn't have been there. They should've all not been there.
She immedeately thought of what she needed to do. Imbere was practical, way more so than Ilker, so she decided to write herself a letter-- Something addressing personal memories so her knew she wasn't ******** around. Her memories had been locked away. What else did they want from her?
Character's name: Ilker Raja Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:boop! Character's arcana: Empress BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ilker is a 6'3 man with dark skin peppered with vitiligo on his face, chest, shoulders, and knees. Wearing a dark, dull hood laden with intricate jewels and only slight purple accents, the long, black haired man is commonly seen with a scythe bladed glaive in his hand and a stoic, neutral expression on his face. He has thick black hair reaching to his hip, pulled back into a half braid left cascading over his shoulder. He wears snakebites and eyebrow piercings, and has a weird fondness for water.
The mimic in a Death Horseman’s body shuddered. His memories had begun to conflict with each other. His name as a student returned to his staggering mind. He had to sit down to recollect himself. He clawed away at his memories in search of an explanation. He failed to find one. He knew that he was Hushby before and he was also Hush at the moment. He no longer had the mimic body that he found so hideous. He now had the body of a Horseman. The only horseman he knew personally was the confident War mare Iyari. Being able to call himself a horseman too, made him feel honored. This body felt sturdier and beautiful in it’s own way.
This is incredible. Hushby looked at his Death Horseman hand. I could get used to this. He looked down at himself and smirked. He felt empowered but was he also worried that this form was only temporary. This doesn’t seem natural. This might just be some dream that I’ll wake up from before I know it. Then I’ll be stuck back in my horrible, normal body. And what does that mean for everyone else? I need to at least enjoy this while I can. I feel so strong.
He stood up and started to walk. He stopped abruptly as he recalled his time doing jobs in the Human World. Humans… I’ve never seen a live human before that. He remembered the humans he had interacted with. Most of them were anxious humans at the Bank. So humans are… Greedy! So damn greedy! I knew it! Now I’m starting to get why Iyari hates them so much. Hushby stood as tall as he could and flexed a little. Maybe I should use this body to go teach them a lesson. I’ll need to find good ambush point. Hushby started to run. He admired his horsemen limbs as he ran then looked down at his torso. Never before had the former mimic ever felt the urge to show off. His urge to hide remained, but it was for an aggressive purpose now. It was a strange time for him, but he was still going to make the most out of it. [ Exit ]
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Character's name: Hush Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25139967#380463533 Character's arcana Star Character's Weapon Scythe with maximum length. Makes him seem even shorter. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 4’10’’, Glowing Off White Eyes, Charcoal-hued skin. Death Horseman outfit includes black and grey furs with cured leather armor that covers most of his body. Covers most of his head with a skull that resembles a popular minipet.
Name: Kagerou Kitsu Arcana: Wheel of Fortune Division: Conquest Horseman General appearance: Frail body structure ♦ Hidden by loose red silken clothes and an exquisite faux fur scarf.
He wasn't expecting it, the new messages coming in made by Alice, the messages telling him that he was dreaming and not original. Asahi paused as he read through them and by the time he got to the end everything was suddenly different. The return of memories left him stunned for a moment as he remembered he wasn't a Horseman, he was a Hunter. He was a human who normally would be fighting the clansmen rather then being one of them. His eyes darted around his person, wondering just where his spetum, where Souji was. Where did his bond friend go in this dream?
As his eyes fell on the bow he carried as a weapon he couldn't help but find it lacking from his normal pole arm. It wasn't Souji in shape, function, or even soul as the simulated bow did not used to be the Byakko. From there he started to wonder just how it was that he got here in this 'dream', why he was here thinking he was a Horseman when he should be back home on the island doing his job, training to defend against the very people he had just a moment ago thought he was a part of.
He remembered a cage and the AI Dorothy, knowing they were important thought for different reasons. One kept his memories, the truth, in it and the other lied and seemed to want to keep him trapped with in the simulation. For a moment he was at a loss of what to do but after looking at the messages from Alice again, the young man got a determined look on is face and he left for his room, planning on leaving a note in case he couldn't get out in time. On the way there he did briefly thought to the friends he had within the simulation, a few he knew were Hunter's but what about the rest...?
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Character's name: Asahi Character's clan: Conquest ~ Noble Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Fool Wild Card BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He's a very friendly but curious person and if he sees something that might be a point of amusement in seeing how someone responds to something, he will totally push that button.
Merope jerked awake as Alice began to speak, his heart beating wildly.
Wait... heart?
He pressed a hand to his chest and could feel something moving and thumping beneath his hand.
This wasn't his hand.
This wasn't his body.
He was alive.
He was supposed to be dead.
This wasn't real. This couldn't be. And yet he could feel a beating heart. He could feel himself start to sweat. He felt an ache in his chest, a tightness that made him feel dizzy and --
Breath.
Breathing. Merope gasped as he worked his lungs in a way that they were supposed to work for the very first time. He blinked. He forced himself to blink and blink again.
This is what it meant to be alive. To feel the air be drawn in and out of your lungs, to blink, to feel the heart in your chest, to feel the pulse of blood as it moved quickly through the body.
The strength dropped out from under Merope as he sat down, staring at nothing. He tried to make sense of where he was, of who he was. He was supposed to be dead. Undead. These sensations, these feelings -- were they real? They felt real.
Was it wrong to feel this way?
Merope buried his face in his hands. He didn't know, and just thinking about it made him feel ill.
"This... this can't be happening to me."
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Character:Merope Clan: Conquest Job: Imperial Soldier Arcana: Tower Notable Traits: - Teenager, more lithe than muscular. Loud. - Has four black horns; each horn has one to two silver rings on them. - Favors dark clothing with bright accents. See avatar.
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