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- bob laughs-at-the-storm,
- bumblebee,
- bunnymund,
- cammie maccloud,
- dan sagittarius,
- dick grayson,
- doreen green,
- elle bryant,
- filbo fiddlepie,
- holly short,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kon-el,
- michelangelo,
- miles morales,
- mio amakura,
- need,
- nog,
- sarah kerrigan,
- stacia novik,
- tim drake
MEMORY SHARE ※ 1
MEMORY SHARE
It's during a pause in their day. A nap. An idle moment looking out from the gardens at the landscape passing by below. Taking a moment to catch their breath after a jog in one of the castle's larger magic rooms.
The squad is suddenly connected. Mental pathways locking together, they're forced into one another's innermost beings. Thrust into one another's memory palaces where the mind collects and stores everything that makes them who they are. The core of their beings are only a few steps away and no one can prevent the link.
To make matters worse, it comes with no explanation or no ability to pull out and stop. Once they're through the first memory, perhaps they can find a way out, but they're already witnessing some event from their host's past. And, if they left, who knows whether or not they'd end up accidentally invading another memory palace?
And if they were there, who was in theirs?
[ooc: So, how this works: the memories can either be viewed in spectator mode or the guest can be experiencing everything themselves. The person whose memories are being shown, the host, can watch as their current self or take the form they had of their past self. They can also be invisible until the memory is finished. They can talk about the memory with the "guest" that's visiting.
They cannot control the first memory shown, the player decides that, but they can sometimes control any other memories they'd like to show people after. Of course, there's also always the option of an extreme emotional reaction bringing up other memories unbidden.]
The Snow Queen - OTA [TW for visions of spousal abuse, suicidal ideations, animal injury]
There is a throne, tall and sharp, but beside the throne, worse, is a mirror.]
Don't look at the mirror if you can help it, [Bunny warns, reaching out to cover the eyes of his companion before they can see something they can't unsee.
The mirror fills the room with horror. In the mirror, a man is beating his wife to death while she begs for mercy that he will not give. Another man is weeping alone because he is so lonely he wants to die and he has the knife in his hand to do it with, and somehow, the mirror in showing this tells the viewer that it is so. A woman is dying of a fever and leaving her six children, none older than 11, with no one to provide for them or love them or teach them how to live in the world. A lone animal is gnawing its leg off in a trap and someone is being murdered and someone is taking their own life and someone dies who deserves to live, and someone lives who deserves to die and someone is stolen from in every variation upon which someone can be stolen from and the mirror unrelentingly shows each misery, each abomination, happening at once, happening one after the other, every bad thing happening in the world broadcasting in a stream of desperation and hate and violation.
A tall woman with a white face carved from a block of snow, in a gown of white foxskins, with a crown that seems made of glass knives, walks down from the throne and kneels over a child whose breath is ceasing to make clouds in the air. His lips and fingertips are blue with exposure, his eyelids fluttering, his body no longer shivering in the cold as the woman leans over him, lips parted like she is about to take the last breath out of his lungs.]
This ended well, [Bunny reassures his companion.] Just don't look at the mirror and you won't see anything too bad in this one.
Re: The Snow Queen - OTA [TW for visions of spousal abuse, suicidal ideations, animal injury]
She pauses. Something about a mirror that only shows the worst of humanity reminds her of something.]
Hang on a second. I think I know this. Hansen Christian Andersen. That's the Snow Queen, isn't it?
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[Here's a little hiccup across the worlds - the Snow Queen's story wasn't recorded by that storyteller in this world. Bunny is glad for the distraction, though, glad for this young lady to have her own stories to tell to draw their attention away from the mirror, from the kid almost dying on the steps, from the Queen and her curses and threats as the Bunny of the past attacks her, desperately fighting to get her away from the kid, and to get to the kid to check him for life whenever the Queen retreats - as she finds herself having to do.]
Go on, tell me the story. Better than listening to that old windbag, [Bunny invites, as the Queen's threats fill the hall, to string him out and let maggots eat his flesh, to bleed him dry and make the child drink his blood, to torture him until he begs for death -
“You’ll haunt this castle, once I kill you,” the Snow Queen promises, against his quiet resolve to kill her. “Do you hope to see your people again, do you hope they’re looking on and weeping as they wait for me to send you to them? You will never see them again,” she hisses. “I will bind your soul to your meat once all you are is a pile of it. You will haunt this place, lonely and powerless, forever unseen, forever unheard, and all the children will know of you is as my next fur coat -”
“Oh, you’re gonna wear me,” says Bunny, in a dull monotone that is far from his present warmth. “Never heard that one before.”]
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[It would've been so much cooler if it had, though.]
So the basic story is that the devil made a mirror that would only reflect the worst of what was shown in it. It gets broken, and the shards are sent flying across the world.
Some of them end up in the eyes and the heart of a boy named Kai and force him to see only the things the mirror showed. Eventually he's taken by the Snow Queen. His friend Gerda leaves town to try and bring him back.
Eventually she finds the Snow Queens castle and Kai, whose trying to spell a word out of ice Crystal's. She cries on him, and her tears melt the shard in his heart, while his own melt the one in his eyes.
They dance, and their dancing causes the ice Crystal's to form into the word Eternity, which is what Kai was trying to spell.
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[Miles is about to try glance away when Bunny's hand reaches out, covering his eyes. Which. Doesn't mean he might not be able to hear it, but still. He shivers slightly, not really dressed for the chill of the ice even if he is wearing his suit, his hoodie and shorts and sneakers. Usually one would wear more layers with snow and all. Or at least. Those that, you know. Didn't have the fur to keep them warm regardless of weather.
He can't see much, at least while Bunny's hand - or paw? is covering his eyes or at least attempting to.]
That's supposed to be reassuring right? Won't see anything too bad?
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[Bunny pulls his holsters from his back, tugging out a rolled up green plaid flannel. It's not much more of a layer than Miles is already wearing, but it's heavyweight, and large enough for an adult, so large enough as he drapes it over Miles' shoulders to reach his knees.]
Something's taking us through our pasts. It might show something of yours, and it might be something you don't want to share. I'm sorry in advance if it does. Here - give me your hands.
[Bunny presses Miles' hands between his paws, keeping them warm. The memory wants to face Miles towards the action no matter which way Bunny tries to turn the kid by his shoulders. The Snow Queen kneels over the dying child, and the Bunny of the past sprints into the hall like a bullet fired from a gun. He whips his boomerang from its holster, throws the club and shatters the Snow Queen’s crown in a splinter of glass-edge ice.
The queen screeches in indignation. "You ignorant coney fool, how dare -" her voice cruel and indignant, but in this memory Bunny doesn’t engage in the conversation, attacking her without a word.
Bunny and Miles haven't gotten to talk enough for Bunny to know what to warn Miles of specifically - he just knows Miles is a sweet, helpful kid who doesn't deserve to be in a room where this much violence is happening - and loudly, as the Snow Queen curses her attacker with everything she's learned from her endless nights of watching evil on her mirror.
"I will make you pay more dearly for this than you have ever feared," she curses, as she fights back with ice knives and clawlike nails against Bunny's onslaught with his boomerang and his precise, focused strikes. "I will make you beg for death from more tortures than you've ever imagined," she promises, as Bunny forces her against the wall of her palace, and she, grinning, melts seamlessly into the ice.
“I will plant maggots to hatch in your guts!” she taunts. “I will flay the skin from your bones! I will bleed you out and give your blood to the boy to drink – HEY!"
She has to shout, because Bunny has turned immediately from her once she made herself not a target to be hit. He runs for the child, and narrowly dodges an ice spike as the Queen phases out of the ice and into the room again, her hand thrown up to try to skewer him. Instantly, wordlessly, Bunny turns on the Queen, attacking her once more, now that she is able to be attacked.
The Queen’s attempts to upset him are not working, not because he seems unafraid of her, but because it doesn’t seem like anything can reach him at all. His movements are focused, his expression dim, as if he has nothing to do but fight this battle, as if he has nothing better to think about than winning this fight.
“You’ll haunt this castle, once I kill you,” the Snow Queen promises, trying to disturb and break him. “Do you hope to see your people again, do you hope they’re looking on and weeping as they wait for me to send you to them? You will never see them again,” she hisses. “I will bind your soul to your meat once all you are is a pile of it. You will haunt this place, lonely and powerless, forever unseen, forever unheard, and all the children will know of you is as my next fur coat -”
“Oh, you’re gonna wear me,” says Bunny, in a dull monotone that is far from his present warmth. “Never heard that one before.”
“You miserable –“ The Snow Queen miscalculates as Bunny smashes her in the face with the heel of his palm, so hard that black blood pours from her broken nose. She spits glittering ice teeth onto the palace floor, her mouth pouring blood like oil.]
She's not around to do any of those things anymore, [Bunny assures Miles. His tone is comforting, and he offers his arm for Miles to stand under, to keep away a bit of the cold. His warmth now - his warmth as he last spoke to Miles - is a stark contrast to the dead-eyed expression on the face of the Bunny who lived this memory, hundreds of years ago, who hears the Snow Queen's endless stream of vitriol with as passionless an expression as if he's hearing the weather report after a disappointing day.]
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[Miles says in answer, even if that is obvious regardless of his verbal confirmation that he is not so used to seeing memories like this. He raises an eyebrow at the verbal barbs she screeches.]
She's. A real charmer though, huh?
[With that mouth. Miles does wince at the broken nose but honestly, he's definitely seen and dealt with worse. Far worse. He takes the offered arm to curl under some for warmth. He's used to the cold, doesn't mind it but that is because he is usually dressed for it.]
Not sure if I needed to ask what happened. [That she was. Probably killed? Probably.] But at least she can't mess with any more kids like that. You were pretty tough, huh?
[It's probably just that he hasn't necessarily seen Bunny fight before. Nobody would think of the Easter Bunny fighting, to be fair. Miles doesn't mean he's scared, that it is a bad thing. Just unexpected, is all.]
I'm still learning, really. I mean, I box a little, practicing with my uncle, but.
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['A bad state of mind' translates into this passionless, focused fighting, the Bunny of the past breaking every chance the Snow Queen retreats to try and rescue the kid whose lips are turning bluer every moment, the Snow Queen renewing her attack to quarry her prey, but though she has her whole palace of ice at her disposal, though she's cut Bunny's hide and his blood steams through the ice like acid, the balance of the fight tips farther away from her every moment. Her frustration boils over as arrows and stalagmites of ice only ever deliver glancing blows, and she blasts at Bunny on a sudden wave of winter wind so hard, so fast it is like a jet engine. The force only serves to give him power to redirect, as he catches and throws her off her mark on her own momentum. She narrowly avoids smashing her own mirror into pieces, landing in one of her own knife-edged chandeliers and knocking it down instead.
The Snow Queen rises, bleeding, in terror, and Bunny is on her again. Curses fall from her black-bleeding lips, but she cannot bluster away the fact that she is fighting for her life. Her ice is as hard as steel and yet his claws dig into it anyway. Her air is frigid as death and yet his breath leaves his lungs in clouds like steam from a geyser. The mirror shows a leper succumbing to festering wounds as Bunny puts one more gash on the Snow Queen’s white face, rips a fox corpse after another from her coat as she dodges his blows, her cloak giving way to reveal herself frail, haggard, no more regal than any pile of densely fallen snow, centimeters at every swipe from dying.
The Bunny of the present just taps his foot, keeping himself between Miles and the mirror.] A hard style, huh? Is your uncle a good teacher? [The opportunity for Miles to tell a story is better than Miles watching him in pain and anger and grief, ages ago, picking a vicious and bloody fight over a kid inches from death.
Over Bunny’s shoulder, the Guardians emerge from one of the Snow Queen’s halls. Tooth is so lovely that she puts the crystalline knives of the palace to shame, North a blaze of red and black so stark and bright that all the ice seems grayer, deader behind him, the Sandman so gently luminous the half-moon looks like a fluorescent lightbulb in comparison.
They take in the fight, the viciousness rising as the Snow Queen dodges blows that will kill her when one lands. North runs to the kid, pulling his red coat off to bundle the child up with. Tooth and Sandy beeline for the rabbit and the queen when she screams, fending off his unarmed strikes with her one unbroken arm.
“You are nothing!” Her cold white face cracks with rage, the fractures radiating out from her dead, black eyes. “You are less than nothing, you are born to rot, and I will take everything from you for this! I will kill everyone you–“
“You’ll do what?” Bunny screams, and suddenly his voice is animated again, enlivened with a pain and a horror and a furious, desperate rage so deep because it is the only thing he’s feeling. “You’ll kill my friends, kill my family, kill everyone I love? Where will you find them first? Who do I have left that you can threaten me with?”
Present-day Bunny twitches slightly at the pain in his own past voice. Time has given him so much distance from the pain, but it never is gone. As if he needed the reminder. As if Miles needed to see anyone in this much of it, between him and the mirror.] Can I guess where you’re from? I’m not great at accents, but you sound, hmm, city and American. Am I close?
[He does his best to keep his voice bright, to give Miles anything else to think about.]
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He sure is staring in almost disbelief at the arrival of North, of Tooth. His eyes widen as he sees them, unsure if he is really seeing it. Considering he is old enough to have grown out of believing in that sort of thing.]
That's.....Santa? But -- uh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm from America. From one of the cities. You're close.
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[In the memory, the Tooth Fairy and Sandman have paused, as Bunny spins and kicks the Snow Queen in the face, breaking her jaw. She crumples to the floor. His next strike will kill her. Nicholas St. North has the waking child turned away from that sight and the mirror, bundled like a tiny baby in his huge fur coat, looking over his shoulder to witness. The Snow Queen has fallen in the bone pile of her kills. They are all so small and white, the bleached bones of the children. Bunny pulls back his fist for the killing blow.
“I’ll do it!” the Snow Queen screams, words mangled through her broken jaw, through the blood pouring down her chin. “I’ll take the oath!”
The killing fist pauses. Bunny’s chest and shoulders heave from the exertion of the paused battle.
“I swear by the words of Enkidu never to harm another mortal as long as I live, and may I die if my oath is forfeit,” the Snow Queen breathes, gagging on her blood, in the bones of the children she’s killed. "I take it. I take the Oath."
Bunny stands down. His wild rage diminishes into a blankness, tinged with sorrow. “Too right you will.”
He looks over to the Guardians, to the child with his eyes fluttering open in North’s arms, and for a second it looks like his blankness might break. Like he might say something, breathe in relief, or cry.
But he nods to the others and lopes on away down the ice halls, leaving the child to their care, the Snow Queen to her own bloody recovery before her own evil mirror, in her own pile of bones.]
- this was before I joined up with them.
[Bunny offers the clarification, and in offering it, thinks maybe this is why whatever chooses the memories keeps highlighting this one. If he remembers correctly, this was one of the last times he ran into the Guardians while tailing a kidnapped child before the Man in the Moon asked him to become one of them. He'd been running into them time and again, their goals lining up, when he had all this newfound concentrated power from the death of everyone he knew and loved and his goddess besides, and nothing better he could think of to do with it than pick fights in defense of those who didn't have any power at all.]
I don’t know what felt you ought to see that, but I don’t agree with it, [He says, terse, waiting for the scene around them to change, as it did the last time anyone but him saw this memory.] The next one might be warmer.
[But it might also be one of Miles'. It might be something it's not his business to see, that Miles doesn't want to relive, any more than he wanted to relive the fight with the Queen.]
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[Well. He's a teenager. Of course he doesn't really believe in that sort of thing anymore. Or. He didn't back home. But of course, the stories had to come from somewhere? Right? Maybe this is just some other dimension. Like Peter B. Something like that. Where in this dimension they are real, rather than just stories for kids.
Miles watches. Listens as everything unfolds.]
Before you and Jack joined? But you were still trying to help anyway.
[Miles tries to reassure the other. Even if this was a long time ago, Bunny has learned from that. Has grown. Been influenced by the rest of the Guardians.
Despite this, seeing Bunny's memory, Miles isn't necessarily ready when it changes to a much more familiar (to him) setting.]
--
[Miles goes with Peter B and Gwen to see Aunt May. Or, well. his dimension's Peter's aunt. Who clearly already knew about Peter being Spider-Man. She hugs Peter B and leads them to the Spider-Lair. It initially just looks like a shed, but she unlocks it and it seems way more impressive inside. All this Peter's suits and gadgets and all. His plotting on how to figure dealing with Kingpin. Aunt May says how he knew the job was dangerous but Spider-Man was the only one to take down Kingpin. She says how they aren't alone. Three more Spiders reveal themselves. Noir, Penni and Ham. And the Spider-bot....? whatever that was, with Penni.
You're....like me? they all ask, amazed.
They talk about how they just want to go home, but one of them has to stay behind and destroy the collider. Miles says how he made a promise, wanting to be the one to help deal with it. The others aren't so sure on his abilities though and try to test him, given how new he is at this. He hears them talk about how he isn't ready. This seems to activate his camouflage as he turns invisible and leaves.
What with the talk of teams or the like. Joining them or not quite yet. It has Miles thinking to his own little group of sorts.]