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003 - Memories of a False History

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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I. SCHOOL???

[ Katsuki is just fussy enough to actually get the school shoes from the store, change into them, and carry his other shoes in one hand since he doesn't have an actual locker - though after a little bit he puts them in his bag as he explores, checking out uniforms to see if he can't grab one his size just for something else to wear, and then eventually ending up in the school store.

He's examining the candy when he's found, and he looks up with a scowl. ]

That storm brought a lot of bullshit with it, didn't it?

[ If you remember the storm, anyway...if not, time to argue knowing Katsuki. ]

II. MISPLACED MEMORIES

[ Control is very important to Katsuki, as someone who has been stripped of it more times than he would like to admit. Too many times he's been held in place and had his own will and freedom stripped from him - and now he's even had pieces of his mind taken away. Or it feels that way. It's like he's trying to remember the words to a song, but he's forgotten half the lines and a portion of the tune playing behind it. It's not something he takes well, not at all...

And even though he realizes - on some level beneath his initial anger, anyway - that this very likely isn't the work of anyone else here and it's probably something more widespread than it isn't, Katsuki can't exactly bank down his initial reaction of defensive rage.

It's what he defaults to when he's trying not to be scared or any weaker version of "upset".

So please forgive (or, honestly, don't) the angry teen stalking over to jam his finger in your chest, practically hissing and somehow simultaneously screaming: ]

YOU! What the fuck did you do?!

[ Beyond get the bad fortune of getting one of his memories, that is. ]

WILDCARD

[ If none of those work, please feel free to contact me at roseburst, journal pm, or Maggie#0451 - whichever is easiest to you. I'm also still very open to discussing other memory exchanges, and please hit me up on the plotting post if that interests you! ]

[Izuku, despite spending a large portion of his time around or with Katsuki, hadn't seen him since that awful noise from earlier. He's not sure how they missed each other, but that part isn't important to him now. What is important is what he's struggling to recall...and the things he does remember that don't seem possible for him to have seen.

Like the fact he's able to think back now to a moment in time where he was being held captive, stabbed with a wound that should have been fatal. Was it some sort of near-death, out of body experience? Or...

It was enough that he couldn't just stay alone and stew on it, seeing as how that wasn't the only new memory he had.

Fortunately(?), Izuku doesn't have to go far at all to find Katsuki. In fact, Katsuki finds him first in his usual explosion of all-encompassing rage, Izuku's hands going up defensively the moment he feels Katsuki jabbing a finger into his chest. If he had his Quirk right now, Izuku would have been more than a little crispy for sure.]

H-Hang on, Kacchan! I didn't do anything!

[Clearly he did, it's always Deku's fault-]

[ That fear, those choices Katsuki doesn't remember making - they're nothing he ever shared with Deku. There was no reason to explain what it had been like or felt like, his hands pressed to wounds he couldn't allow to progress.

He doesn't remember it now, but he's just as irritable as ever. He remembers enough about Deku even with memories missing. They've known one another for too long for that not to be true. ]

Oh yeah?! Then how do you explain all of this?!

[ It's Deku's fault. ]

Wait wait--

[Izuku starts, knowing that he's either going to have to come up with some sort of reasonable answer here, or talk with Katsuki to figure out what that answer could be. But given the fact Izuku remembers things he shouldn't physically be able to, it's clear that something strange is at play here.]

Kacchan, you...you remember that mission the Emperor sent us both on, right? With the cultists?

Katsuki Bakugou | My Hero Academia | OTA

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II, sorry this is so late!!