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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 9:06 pm
"Anger, pain," whispered the voice embedded in his head, "and fear, I am familiar with these emotions. At the base of all human emotions is Fear, after all. You are the root of knowledge, and the cattle that feeds wisdom. The last emotion I do not understand."
It hurt. The roots pulled deeper. What made Ripley himself began to fade away until all he was were memories.
"Show me more." Enoh Love Write a very small drabble on a memory related to love! (last one I promise >_> <_< )
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:12 pm
After a while, it seemed that Ripley as a person no longer existed; just his memories, floating in the space he had once occupied, stuck with thin and prodding branches. The voices in what was left of his mind were asking for more, and as if obeying, more surfaced. The branches brushed past the memory of what had happened at Christmas, but as important as it had been to him, it paled in comparison to the memory that surfaced instead, one that was much more recent:
~*~*~
"Christ…I thought you were gone for good." His words etched with as much pain as there was relief, his lips brushing against Finn's with every quiet admission. He kissed him again, letting it linger before his head lowered, his forehead resting against the broad shoulder of the other man. His arms tightened, fingers pressing hard against the cloth on Finn's back. He vaguely recalled saying something else - something about needing a better way to say goodbye - but it was lost in the rush of warmth in his extremities. The way his mind hyper-focused on the man against him, drawing in every familiar scent and press. The way his stomach twisted with every deliberate or accidental brush.
"I just want to celebrate you being here." He said in earnest, lifting his head to take in the sight of the man he had almost lost, just before he leaned in for another kiss.
zoobey my god it's so hard to choose ahhhhhhhhh
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:55 pm
"This emotion, this memory,"-
- Suddenly Ripley was lying face up again, staring into not multiple masks but one. He was himself again, complete for the most part, disorienting at first as all the memories reconnected properly-
-"This memory, it is unnecessary."
Something tore into his mind, and there was pain, but more than the pain was a strange sharpness of something assembling and reassembling there, taking away what should have belonged entirely to Ripley. He might have felt panic at first, and then a fear-
- And that feeling turned numb and was simply gone. Not gone, sealed.
"In return, I will give you something else. Knowledge." The mask bent over Ripley again, inspecting its work. "What do you wish to know?"Enoh Love Ripley has a circlet of thrones as a tattoo marking covering his neck. It prevents him from feeling the emotion of love. It can be broken by true love's first kiss, by emulating as close as possible the "love" memory of the one the mask took.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 6:38 pm
He felt himself again. The many memories clicking into place, setting themselves up in proper order, where they belonged. It was a strange feeling, being put back together. Not one he got to dwell on, as the single Mask boomed above him, deeming something unnecessary -
A cry of 'no' was on his lips, but all that came out was a strangled breath as something was ripped out, rearranged, blocked - it hurt, the sort of intense hurt that overrides everything else. When that settled came the panic mingled with fear and then…nothing. That eerie calm returned, one he was becoming incredibly familiar with. The dull expanse of nothing. He lifted his hand, pressing his palm to his forehead as if to feel for something different, to grasp what had been altered, to figure it out. When nothing felt different, he looked up at the mask, taking in the offer of knowledge.
Whatever he had lost, was now gone. Unimportant. Unnecessary. Easily forgotten - but knowledge? Now that was something important. It was power, it was everything -
"A great many things." Ripley admitted, as the opportunity ignited a burning curiosity within him. "About the infection, about you…but more importantly…" He paused for a moment, peering up into the mask that inspected him. The numbness continued, stretching out over the panic that threatened to rise. "The little girl told me that you'd chosen me. I'd like to know what I was chosen for, and why you choose me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 12:39 pm
Thorns circled around Ripley and curled outwards. "You strayed," it whispered, one mask after another, "took nothing, and left a part of yourself behind. For your gift, you were chosen. Chosen, for a war. Chosen, to represent knowledge. The battles, the war is inevitable. The choices themselves, will turn the tide."
It stopped speaking but the masks kept on rapidly shifting. Different colours, shapes, paints, markings, eyes. Blue, grey, green, and then finally white.
"Will you be my pawn or will you be a knight?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:53 pm
Ripley found his gaze moving form one mask to the next as they whispered one after another. The strange unison in which they spoke unnerved him, but what they spoke of fairly intrigued him. Fighting was not his strength, but knowledge was. He didn't know what the war was, but if it was as inevitable as it was being made out to be, it would be in his best interest to align himself with whatever let him do what he was best at. With the seal the creature had placed on him, the Hunter's motives seemed rather self-serving.
He considered his options; in truth, he liked neither of them. Still, when you were surrounded by thorns and faced with a colour-changing masked entity who had pulled you into nothing but memories, you weren't exactly in the position to argue. Well, mostly.
"I will not be a pawn." He informed the currently white set of masks, vaguely answering the question. "What will be required of me?" He asked next, understandably hesitant.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 2:54 pm
"You do not seem like a pawn," it confirmed, and the voice sounded closer, ringing in Ripley's ears until it was difficult to differentiate its thoughts from his own, "you are indeed a knight. Take my mask and find me a vessel on your island. One who has the ability to wield one of your weapons. Once you have chosen a vessel, I will purge the memories of the original and walk freely amongst you."
The mask, a simple wooden shape now, floated directly in front of Ripley, inviting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 9:48 pm
Ripley listened to the instructions carefully, though he found himself more and more disturbed by the fact it was now his voice he was hearing. His voice giving the instructions. His voice inviting him to wipe another Hunter's memories.
At first, he did not take the mask. Nor did he attempt to leave without it, either.
"You said I was chosen to represent knowledge," He said carefully, trying to assure himself that it was actually him that was speaking, and not the creature whose voice now sounded like his. "Then you must understand that I can't do this without knowing a little more." It didn't seem particularly smart to take a mask to wipe memories of a fellow hunter without knowing at least a few more details.
"Who are you?" He started, hoping that the entity was still there. "and may I ask what will you do once you walk among us?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 7:52 pm
"You already know these answers," his own voice answered in return, "you simply have not awakened to them. When I open my eyes, so will you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:17 pm
Well, that certainly didn't sound suspicious. Not at all.
As unnerving as it was to be answered with his own voice, he at least had something to mull over to avoid dwelling too much on the whole thing. It was confusing, but it somehow made sense to him; it felt like a trap, but he was drawn to it. He stared at the mask for a moment longer, his expression unreadable as he sorted through his options.
"So I just have to find you a vessel, eh?" He mused, mildly curious, and reached out to take the mask between his hands. "It can be any Hunter?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 2:43 pm
"Any," it confirmed, and the mask Ripley held spoke as well, "and their defenses must be shattered. Only then can I peer into their mind and make it mine."
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