003 - Memories of a False History

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Memories of a False History State of the World ▲ Locations ▼ Bestiary
OOC ▲ Comments Please refer to the original Event Announcement for more information or to ask any questions you might have! For the disaster prompt, players are not restricted to the versions given, but they are intended to be the most common. Feel free to borrow ideas from the disaster suggestions thread as well!

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The Sound of All Things Bad
The sound comes without warning. What the sound is cannot quite be made out - it is at once artificial and natural, bestial and mechanical, rumbling and roaring and crunching, shattering and crashing and screaming. Everything about it feels like a threat, warning of danger. The cacophony of noise reaches throughout the entire Void, loud and inescapable, the mangling and clashing of different sounds leaving each individual with a different idea of what it could possibly have been. It sounds different to everyone, each person able to pick out a part of the sound that ties to their own fears.

What if...?

How long the sound lasts would depend on how the individual perceives time. It might last for seconds, or it might last for minutes, but once it stops it does not repeat. Where it came from or what it is does not become the slightest bit clearer, and people are left to only speculate.

Disaster
No one can quite be sure what has prompted them to remember that day. It might have been that noise of approaching doom, or perhaps it is seeing the crumbling ruins of Hammerlocke itself. Once a stray memory surfaces, it is easy enough to look into the details and recall in full the vivid memory of Hammerlocke’s destruction - the ‘truth’ of what caused the mountainside city to crumble into ruins, as so many have wondered since their first appearance. Though the memory is clear and detailed, vivid enough to have been witnessed in person, it is out of place and does not belong, and anyone who can recall the events knows it.

Attempting to discuss the matter will soon reveal that while others recall the event with similar clarity, the details vary from person to person. Over time, their own memory changes and adapts, occasionally changing to something new entirely, yet the original is never completely forgotten. Memory is a strange and fickle thing, so easy to influence and manipulate, that the truth is difficult to find.

While memories differ from person to person, there are three particular tales that recur:

From the Sky

Though the sky above did not change from its paper-like blank white, the land grew darker and darker as though cast in shadow. The source of the shadow was clear: above, slowly descending towards the wings of the castle, was... something. Something immense, yet shrouded in crackling storm clouds.

As it continued to grow closer and closer, something in the clouds began to swell. It grew larger and larger, an electric hum of energy in the air, until with a resounding crack it burst and a great shadowy beast fell to the ground, landing with such force that the resulting shockwave shook the earth and tore through the stone buildings, causing so much of the city to tumble in an instant. It moves, and it screeches, raising its head up as the great storm above continues to swell and crackle.

This would not be the only beast.

(Based upon: Meteor, the Lunar Cry, and the Darkest Day)

The Battlefield

It was never clear why the fighting eventually made its way to this defenseless city, but it came without warning. The chaos was heralded only by explosions as the city walls were blasted through by tanks that had somehow made their way along the treacherous and narrow mountain path that simply was not meant for such heavy machines. The thundering explosions and the collapse of buildings could surely be heard for miles, and people and animals alike were quick to flee.

Though they reached Hammerlocke first, the tanks seemed like nothing compared to the enemy. The enormous shadowy monstrosity that swooped in from the sky seemed to be made from far more advanced technology. Even just the one towering machine, as large as the castle falling to ruins beneath its feet as it lands, proves deadly as it fires upon the approaching tanks, blasting them all to pieces within an instant before turning fire on whichever buildings remain standing.

(Based upon: Tanks, and Reapers)

The Mysterious Storm

There had been no way to predict the change in the weather, never mind how destructive it would prove. One moment, everything had been still and quiet, and the next the city was assailed by howling, violent winds and freezing, glittering snow and ice. Though the city was built of stone and had stood the test of time for centuries, it could not stand against these combined forces. The only shelter was underground, for the furious storm was so powerful it could rip through earth, lift up and fling any object in its path with devastating force, shattering windows and toppling buildings.

Propelled by such force, the ice and hail proved destructive in its own right. As the storm froze everything in its path, the hailstones became like bullets and great chunks of ice became missiles. By the time the winds began to grow calm, there was little left standing.

Something about the storm seemed somehow unnatural, but where it came from was anyone’s guess. Some, however, may have spied a vague figure through the tempest, of unclear appearance but its presence somehow threatening.

(Based upon: Weather, El shortage, and Diamond Dust)

Misplaced Memories
Worries about whatever disaster must have befallen the ruined city of Hammerlocke aside, people quickly become aware that memories of the disaster are not the only invasive, foreign memories. How the other memories come to them seems, on the surface, to be very similar: a connected thought occurs, and upon realizing the memory is not theirs, people are compelled to think more about it until the memory is uncovered in full detail. Unlike the memory of the disaster, however, this one quite clearly belongs to someone else. Someone who is here.

On puzzling this out, some might find they have more than one stray memory sitting in their minds. More importantly, however, is the feeling that something from their own memory is missing, and whatever memory is missing feels like it is something important. It could just be their own phone number, or it could be their name, or the face of whoever is most important to them. It could be something small, it could be something big, but all people know is that it’s something important and it’s gone.

There is no clear, immediate answer as to what people can do about their lost memories. With regards to their new memories, however, the path might seem a tiny bit clearer, for surely it seems a bit unfair that they can see into someone’s past in such a manner without their knowing. Perhaps it’s best to talk to them about it?

Although the lost memory is not always the same as the ones borrowed, taking the memory back to its source and prompting them to discuss and think about it proves a great help - as they talk, the invasive memory leaves, a lost memory is restored, and those who succeed are able to tell others the solution.

While the invasive memory is gone, people can still recall having it, and can still recall the details, but they will no longer remember it from the other’s point of view. Perhaps it might change how they see each other from now on?

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[halloflamer]

[When you first come face to face with Red again, unexpectedly, nearly walking straight into him in the halls of the Pokémon World Tournament, you silently cursed out Lance under your breath. That meddling old bastard, he planned this...! The initial wave of irritation is chased by many things- anxiety, shame, guilt- how can you look Red in the eye now, after all this time, after what you did to him? After you chased him off, treated him so badly that he went up the mountain for years?]

[But that's not all you feel. There's also excitement, and relief, and unbridled happiness. Thank Arceus. He's safe, he's here, and he's.....]

[He's certainly... grown up....]

[You can't help notice things like that at your age now, but then again, when it came to Red you always did, didn't you? Even if you didn't recognize or want to admit it. And you can only smother it the way you always have, gawking awkwardly for a moment before forcing through it by being as loud and overanimated as you possibly can, so that everyone, including yourself, forgets whatever else you might be feeling.]

HAAAAH!? RED, YOU BASTARD, WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE!?

[You laugh over-enthusiastically and clap your hand against his back, and he lets out the tiniest, silent puff of breath forced out, not budging any more than that. And when you expect for him to look at you with distaste and irritation, but it doesn't come, you don't know what to do, then.]

[Well. You've got a lot of catching up to do, haven't you?]

---

[It would only make sense that it's the two of you who make it to the semi-finals of the tournament; the only other opponent ahead of you is the winner of the battle between the current Unova Champ and that smug rock weirdo from Hoenn. You got your revenge on Lance, knocking him out in the round previous- now, he's in the stands with the rest of the regional Champions, watching as you and Red take the field.]

[You don't remember the last time you felt like this- real excitement, real anticipation, your chest thudding and the announcer on the loudspeaker only muffled background noise as you stare across the battlefield at one another.]

[Where you belong. Once more.]

[But this time feels different from the last time you faced each other on a battlefield. That time, your adrenaline was fueled by a kind of manic anticipation, delusions of glory and revenge, and desperation not to be left behind; the kind of anticipation you feel now is different. It feels like closure.]

[This battle will decide it all. And whatever happens...... This time, you know you'll be able to accept it.]

[If Red decides this is it, then you can live with that. You can only pray that the words you were able to exchange with him already were enough for him not to, but if they weren't, you'd understand.]

[Now though, you have to focus on the battle. Red has surely grown as a trainer too, in all the time that's passed between then and now, and you're already trying to anticipate. You've always been the analytical type; you observed his battles in the tournament so far, tried to understand his new strategies. His team hasn't changed, and neither has yours- you're both repping Kanto to your fullest. All you can do is take all the knowledge you have of him, and trust in your strategies, older and wiser than you were before.]

Red....! [You shout across the battlefield, grinning, picking a Pokéball from your belt. You'll bet it on this one.] Just watch me! This time, we'll be the ones that knock you down!

[Those watching from the stands don't notice any difference, but you do. Under the shadow of his cap, you see the tiniest curl of a confidant grin, bursting with excitement as you both pitch your Pokéballs forward with the roar of the crowd.]

[This is gonna be a good battle.] Let's do this!