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003 - Memories of a False History
Memories of a False History
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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 StormMisplaced Memories
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)
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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There's plenty of other strange things that happen, though. And hmm, now that he thinks about it...
"That said, is there anything you currently can't remember that you ought to?"
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Ah yes, that one memory conundrum. Sigh.
"But if you're here, that must mean you forgot something too, right? Unless you're just here for sightseeing... Just going through this place pisses me off a bit, honestly."
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Or a conspicuous hole or gap in one's memory. That sort of thing.
"As it happens, I came here to see just what sort of place this was that appeared this time. Whether it has anything to do with everyone's memories being affected or is just coincidence though is hard to say."
sorry for the late tag! my wifi died a few days back
Whine, whine, whine. Well, at least this is a place he could practically call home, so he doesn't sound as ticked off as earlier.
"Anyway, speaking of idols. Just got this memory of some guy moonlighting as one, and it's kinda freaky honestly. The idol schtick, not the whole concept of memories going in and out of our heads at the moment.
It's fine~
The pattern's been holding pretty true so far, at least. Though, something about what the kid said about the memory gives Merlin pause.
"Moonlighting as an idol?" Is that what he thinks it might be...?
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He's not as used to crazy shit compared to Leo, despite having his own set of oddities himself. He'll press on anyway.
"But yeah, that's what it looked like to me. I guess if she performed once in my memory I would've bought it, but all she did was cater to this one fan of hers. Doesn't she know that she shouldn't single out all her fans like that?"
SMH. As someone from a highly popular unit, Izumi knows that he'd be flayed alive if he were to choose one among their throes of fans.
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"Wouldn't you also recognize most places your friend would know? The mall portions of this place are likely based on something from another world entirely. Or at least, someone from another part of the world."
He thought he'd been clear about that, but apparently not. Still, he listens as the kid explains the memory. Or, well, his impression of it, which unfortunately still doesn't tell Merlin precisely what the memory was.
"Oh? What happened, exactly?"
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Ugh, school. It's hard enough to get info from Yumenosaki in Florence as it is, despite the modern times... But anyway, back to ranting.
"Anyway! I was like, in this perspective of this... girl? I think it's a girl. She's at her laptop, typing away a response at a specific fan while acting all giddy. Does she have a crush on this guy or something?" Waves hand, waves hand. "Magi☆Mari's her name. Guess she's a budding Internet idol from all the stuff she put up on her website. It's not uncommon seeing people like her in the industry, but I can't believe she'd stoop this low."
He shakes his head. He takes idol-ing pretty seriously, apparently.
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It's a long story.
That said, Merlin decides to act before this fellow can properly put that together, Merlin promptly speaks up.
"I see. Then, I wonder if perhaps I have something that belongs to you..." And he proceeds to describe the memory in question. A touching(?) moment of his fellow 'knight' swearing fealty to him. Of course, Merlin being Merlin, he manages to retell it rather grandly indeed, because, well, why not?
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Izumi's eyes widen as it dawns on him, the memory slowly slotting back into his mind. His redness in his face darkens the more Merlin tells him all about it, and he backs away.
"S-Stop, I think you made your point," he flusters. "So, I guess you're that underground idol guy? Why even pretend to be a girl?!"
Clearly he's dodging the subject of that memory he'd just gotten.
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Which, on that note...
"Now, who said anything about pretending?"
He is both half-incubus and a famously powerful wizard, after all.
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He huffs, speaking from experience here. On one hand it'd be risky, but that's also another form of fanservice - something that he's just as good at.
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"Oh, we were already acquainted before then, in a fashion." Mostly knew of each others' existences, even if they hadn't interacted directly. "But letting him know that was me all along.... Well, that had to be saved for just the right moment!"
What a troll.
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"You need a hobby. Like, a better one. Or at least a better stage name? Because I doubt that's your real name, Magi Mari-san."
Even when he's being a total whiner, he still has to stay polite...
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Not that he really plans to continue it now, considering certain things. It's rather lost its point, after all.
"And my name is Merlin."
Yes, that Merlin.
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"Like, that wizard?"
He knows enough Arthuriana to recognize the name, at least. Izumi's still looking at him weirdly, because --
"No way. You look younger than I usually expect."
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Yep, he's totally boasting a little.
"And isn't it a wizard's prerogative to appear however he wants?"