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One moment Briar was there before she started asking questions the next she was gone to attack the queen after she finished asking however her questions had been loud enough to be heard from a distence apparently as Briar when hearing them returned and tried to answer them

Upon Briar answering her questions the feeling of intense curiosity and the burning desire to ask questions fades away "Whoa..." she says as her ears go back then blinks and shakes her head "That one was weird... I know im curious but im not that curious..." she mutters to herself before looking at Briar and smiling a bit in embarassment "Sorry for all the questions! I drew the Fool Card which made me very curious and have this burning desire to ask alot of questions..." she says then rubs the back of her head and looks at her pocket

"Well... here goes nothing... Pocket Card... Draw..." she says softly her pocket card complies then draws and displays what it drawn infront of her "Oh dear..." she says as again it was another of the Queen's cards [The Chariot] It reads as its name "Be prepared Briar..." she warns incase it had a weird effect

The card glows then suddenly the darkness changes around her and shifts to look like her home on the pumpkin farm she was not a Cheshire Cat Wraith but her normal real self only slightly shorter due to it being a past memory

"Whoa..." Miyu says in awe at the gigantic pile of pumpkins before her which very easily drwarfed her 4.0 height there were pumpkins of all shapes and sizes as well as colors and smells some in a special pile even seemed to be moving next to her was a tall man that shared a close resemblence to her "Yeah we did good this year..." he says softly in a proud tone "We sure did!" a woman on the other side of her who also closely resembled her of her says loudly also in a proud tone "And you helped sis" A calm proud voice says from behind as a hand is laid on her black and orange stripped hat Miyu turns to see a boy who was a few years older then her that could be a older male version of herself "Heh I didn't do anything other then what everybody else was doing" Miyu says modestly

The man next to her smiles and shakes his head "No you helped alot what with your brother being so busy with school we couldn't have had such a successful crop without you" he says in a soft warm tone which causes Miyu to smile happily the women next to her kneels down and claps her on the shoulder "Yeah Kiddo you worked hard this year!" the woman says then pats her shoulder before looking back to the pile

Miyu and the rest of them turn there attention back to the pile staring in silent awe it had been one of their most successful years in ages

As the memory ends Pumcat smiles before looking to Briar "That one was kinda nice heh" she admits as the happy victorious feeling lingers

It was the through the weird jumbled mess of his memories that Green realized that he was having flashback, that they were all having flashbacks all out in the open and possibly reliving pivotal points in their lives. All on display for all to see.

Aa, s**t. That was totally a Death Flag, the obvious sort of plot point that a character would hit that could only mean their sudden or soonish death. And they were doing it during a major battle, people couldn't have vital character development and not die!

And here he was, also doing it.

He knew he liked Allan-taichou from the very first introductions at the Quarterly Sun Meeting. Those thrown in anime references, those random Japanese words that fit into context. It was like finding a kindred spirit, one older and with actual authority. Important but dorky. It was amazing, they were given candy from a pinata. Was speaking about kokoro and nakama all while playing the One Piece opening song (well, one of them).

It was like this guy understood him. Minus the Power Ranger stuff. But this was close.

"Newer shinigami need to strengthen their reiryoku and they can only do this by battling! A Sun Hunter is not a Sun Hunter without their blade, without their strength through practice and determination!" He had told them, throwing them into a training exercise.

Milo was a fan.

He felt the flash burst from the sudden presence of a cute looking girl. Green blinked, too thinking that the answer would be obvious but gave her instead, "Command options.", followed by, "and then hoist the flag of courage and sail the seven seas ~" Yup, quoting song lyrics.

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"Holy s**t Shun ..." Chel felt nothing but sympathy for the man. There should have been red flags going up- his girlfriend (that was who Chel assumed it was, from the strength of the feelings radiating from the memory. Maybe it was a sister or a cousin, Chel didn't know) had ears and a tail. Chel quickly assembled the two facts- Shun was a creature too. She didn't know what kind, but he belonged to Halloween.

Yet, even with that knowledge, the overriding feeling she felt for him was pity. To love someone that fiercely, to be that upset over their passing- Chel had never felt it. She'd probably never feel it.

She opened her mouth to answer his question, but the words were drowned as a memory unfolded before her.

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A high school classroom, much like other high school classrooms. Sterile, ugly. She hated it.

Almost as much as she hated the small, portly man at the front of the class, who continued to talk about erect members. Health class was such a joy.

Most clearly she remembered feeling frustrated and knowledgeable. The class wasn't teaching her anything except how the male genitalia worked. She had other questions. Like about female genitalia.

It was a naivety she hated possessing. The burning shame of asking a question in health class far outweighed her desire to learn though. So instead she had to sit there, feeling entirely unsatisfied with the knowledge her mind contained.

She hated this class.

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"Didn't you read? I'm not Allan. Can't answer that, Shun." She gave a cheeky grin, trying to gather her bearings from the barrage of memories that were impaling her mind at the moment.

There was no rest.

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Always Chris. She'd always followed in his footsteps. Literally, in the sand when they visited the beach sometimes. Metaphorically, in imitation. She wanted to be him. More than anything in the whole world.

If Chris picked up a baseball bat, Chel enrolled in softball. If Chris got an encyclopedia, Chel picked up the nearest book and started reading. He'd always been her lighthouse, her compass. He pointed her where she was supposed to go.

For the first time in her life, she crumpled to the ground without purpose in the quiet dark of her room late at night. The military? The military?

She couldn't follow him there.

Dreamwatcher looks up, feeling her head spinning still. She heard someone call to her, but what actually made her turn her head towards the voice was another name.

Did he just shout Xiu?

Looking to ShadowStep, she nods slowly to him "Yes my eyes are naturally red." she gives a weak smile before she looks around "Did you just say the name Xiu?" she was trying to make sure she just heard him correctly.

That made her worry even more.

Not another friend that she could lose.

tw; domestic abuse

He was just too tired to be k1ng.

He had begged to whatever power was running the show to please, let him go home. But everyone wanted something, and the world was good at depriving him of whatever it was Leslie asked for, and this was the rule, not the exception.

So he followed Taym, separated from America but content to convince the other man that they had to move, to leave, to go on forwards. The jarring sensation of a memory shared played, and he watched Taym do what he thought was best, played out in a haunting, echoing sequence:

She is crying, and with the knowledge that feels like a second, obvious skin, Leslie knows that she does this a a lot. She cries and unlike a child it is with no discernible reason, a horrible sound of a woman undone, her weeping the nails raking against a chalkboard, over and over, deepening the gouges.

Leslie walks through the memory, a ghostly figure experiencing the swell of Taym's violent desires, because the girl can't and who else is there to fill in? To be at least a shadow of a normal human being when she can't? Taym. It falls on his shoulders, this burden, his heavy cross to bear. There is no escape. They have a child, who is also squalling. There is nowhere to run, because this is it. This is the life he has made and is burdened to keep it all together, wrapped up in duct tape and covered in white-out to selectively arrange the pieces of the puzzle until he can justify himself that it's right.

How it's all right.

Leslie follows them to the bedroom, where the baby is screeching, and thinks of the rhyme that his mother often muttered when she thought Leslie couldn't hear: When she was good, she was very very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid.

He looks at the crying girl-- the woman, not the child-- and feels as though he knows her, even without the assumed knowledge that's hung up around Taym's memory like christmas lights in July.
Leslie knows her type: the kind of girl that's already too stupid to sacrifice additional intellect to drugs, but that's exactly why she's already down the hole. The way she slurs, the way her eyes flutter, the way it is all good (very very good) until she falls to pieces, inconsolable.

Twisted, in a way, she reminds Leslie of his mother, falling apart in all the ugly ways his mother never had the courage to show. Taym's memory has an undertow of need and desperation, and he finds himself swept away as he holds her down and hurts her because she hurt him first. It feels like...it feels like the end of the rope, a bowl spinning before it tumbles and spills, a house of cards on the precipice of collapse. The need is a painful one, and Leslie reels from the way he is torn in two, the victim of abuse cowering and covering his eyes from the sight of someone else enduring, and from the way that he wished he could have hurt his mother for letting him get hurt.

It ends, with the echoing words of take care of her, take care of her, it's your daughter, take care of her, ringing through his mind, and with new eyes, he looks at Taym, and sees him.

He is not a very good person.

"She happens to be a friend outside this game, that why." she stood slowly, her whole body heavy as she shakes her head. She needed to get pass this feeling of losing everything. But with every name she knew, she felt herself freaking on even more on the inside. She wouldn't be able to save them all, and she could feel each one slipping away from her with each second.

Looking towards Shadowstep, she looks him over for a moment before she narrows her own eyes for a moment.

She was starting to wonder if he was losing it as well.