You come across what can only be explained as a horrifically large cage, enough to contain hundreds of humans. You see it in the air, as you are no longer fully human, the lingering memories of those who had been trapped inside. They echo in the area as shapes and voices, and you feel only a great sadness that they were so incomplete.
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He had collected himself the best he could. His vine form more under his control that came with understanding. Down halls mad of vine and passed other remnants of memories. He tugged at them, it would only be a short time until what was him became part of the legacy forever, and some odd thought sparked that.. he needed to know more. He wasn't sure why. It seemed this was all he could do now. Wander until the last bits of him were gone.
It was surprising to come across a cavern and the cage. Above it, memory.
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4. You come across a child wearing a mask. He is dressed entirely in green foliage. "It is true, these are the children who did not make it to Neverland. Not all can join us in this final voyage. We were never meant to harm any, it is the rejection that hurts the most. When all understand us, then we can finally rest. This is our legacy.." After he speaks this, he immediately disappears.
Before him is a child. Who speaks of children and Neverland... He should know the meaning, something... something about growing up... the memory connected to the word isn't fully there, sadly. A voyage? Was legacy going- Harm. Harm? Who was we, the legacy(?), they aren't suppose to harm? He didn't know enough. But thoughts were forming, from between... The Virus, it- it wasn't-
Vines shook, he couldn't just stay and think. There was something- something he had to do... before it ended.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
3. You come across a man in grey. His echo resonates. "-- Means the serpent that consumes itself. We are the wildfire that comes from centuries of inactivity. The -- knew long ago all this knowledge and they kept it to themselves. They could have shared all of this in the world, they could have given back to humans but instead, they thought they were better than us. This is our trump card against them."
He moved about the edge of the cage, watching as a memory takes form before him. It is a man dressed in grey. His words are full of pride, of knowing. The man speaks of... of a serpent that consumes itself, once again there is a moment of recognition, but the memory is too incomplete. A story? The line about wildfire brings nothing. The rest, the mans words are both filled with pride and laced with anger. Then the echo returns to a shapeless memory.
He isn't sure what the echo of the man was speaking about, but he remembers it. He can't make the bit that is the man part of that is him, but he can form a new memory just like remembering saving the creature who had saved his human befor. He is adding the memory of the words to himself. Becoming more.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
There is meaning to all this, he is sure. The green disappears each time he sees it.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:51 pm
He moved, going further. He touched the cage and if he'd been flesh he knew it would have made his skin shiver with- an emotion. The vines that made his form shifted attempting to copy the human movement to give the collection of memory what it desired... that moment passed. He was not sure what he wanted, but to be more.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
1. You come across a man in grey. His echo resonates as he shakes his head. "I volunteered because I expected to succeed. I failed. I understand now, it is because I had not accepted it when it was there in the first place. This is only my fault."
In time another memory takes the form of an echo, another man in grey. The words for once are of regret and sadness. They do not bring forth any memory. Still if the man clung to this though do deeply, he should too. He remembers the words, the echo fades quickly away. This was now part of him, and it hurt.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
2. You come across a woman in grey. Her echo resonates. "I rejected it because this was not our organization's true intentions. This was originally not the knowledge we sought and the power was not something we should have handled in the first place. We once had good causes. We wanted to save people. We wanted to show the world that anyone could have helped, that everyone had a purpose."
Another memory appears after the last. It takes the form of a woman in grey. The echo speaks. Her words are filled with loss of hope. He listens, the memories did not seem to be random, they formed- something... And the words became a part of him, a copy of everything they held. The echo faded, but the memory remained and it was his.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:10 pm
The remaining memory were far above. None came to him to present themselves, to impart to him their most deep last thing that was left of them- it was time to move on... for time was limited. Time would run out. He just didn't know when.
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Large gash over his right eye. Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. HP: 50/50
