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wildestlogs2022-03-30 06:50 pm
Entry tags:
- agent connecticut,
- aiden price,
- alloran semitur corrass,
- ange ushiromiya,
- aziraphale,
- 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.]

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His voice sounds more dead than usual. Perhaps he doesn't know Bunny enough, that is true, but juding by the way he behaved towards him, his statement is unfortunately not wrong.
"If it makes you feel better, I would rather die than ever speak to Daniel again."
Strangely enough, this otherwise dramatic sentence is completely sincere.
"The only other person I have ever hurt among this crew was Loken, because...I wanted to see if he was going to fight me physically," by fight he means 'kill' "I apologized and never did anything to him again. Whether you believe it or not, Daniel has gone too far and I don't want him around."
A brief pause.
"That is what you care about."
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"This isn't about Dan. This is about you. You haven't had a lot of kindness shown to you before, have you?"
For goodness sake. If this magic, in all its violation, is good for anything, all its good for is laying out facts that people don't want laid bare. Maybe they can manage some good in picking through them. Maybe they can manage some good by digging into why Price can see someone refusing his earnest cry for help as exactly the same as holding him accountable for his own violence.
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"That is not my fault." he says defensively, but the fact that it's true makes him more pathetic if anything.
Actually, he expects Bunny to keep being insensitive and list the reasons why he thinks it is really his fault.
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"Can you remember," he asks, slowly, wondering if this, finally, will work to get some sense out of Price, make him think about his place in a more prosocial future. "Did anyone consistently show you kindness, at any time? What did that look like?"
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"I'm afraid that would be none of your business."
It undeniably is none of Bunny's business. He sighs.
"Either way, since you like to claim that your area of expertise is helping children and adolescents in need, why don't you go help Mio? Her mental health has worsened to the point that she willingly started picking on spiritual trails in the wine cellar and she took a picture of me to see if 'the demon in me' was going to attack her."