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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?
Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh! | Closed Prompts Below!
Add/Edward!
[It was a rare reprieve from the grueling study sessions. The weekend. Sure, it was only one day out of seven but it was always something you looked forward to, since it was the only time you could really count on spending time with your younger brother either playing games or engaging in all manner of childhood fantasies. The escapism was like a balm to your being. It was on one such occasion when you found yourself out in the yard, playing with a set of colorful cards. Across from you was your brother, Mokuba, an energetic kid with an unmistakable mop of black hair, and a bright smile. As you both rested easily on the grass, you started discussing what you would do with the company.]
.. or we could just make it a theme park. [You offered. Seeing your brother's eyes light up it wasn't hard to tell he approved.] There could be rides, and games.. and anything else you want Mokuba. [The pair of you had already decided to make it so underprivileged kids could even get in for free.
That was when it happened.]
Games [A voice boomed from the direction of the front door. You would recognize that voice anywhere, and it made you sit up with a start, panic overwhelming you. It was your adoptive father. Why here? Why now had he chose to walk out that door??] That's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard! [Sure gaming tactics had even been included in your curriculum but that was only for the purpose of sharpening your mind.] If THIS is what you think passes for ambition, I'm ending it right here! [Then your father, if you could ever truly call him that, revoked your weekend privileges entirely and had your cards and other games confiscated.
Following that, you were at the books seven days a week, and it was the last time you were allowed to be alone with your younger brother, since apparently you couldn't afford to be distracted. Despite how you fought to excel, there was no reprieve, the punishments remained severe. You were kept on a tight lease- sometimes literally having the friction marks from the collar to prove it.
Gozaburo Kaiba never realized that the bitterness he had instilled in you was only just beginning to grow, and when it consumed you, you'd be his worst enemy. You'd find a way to make him pay for everything he'd put you through.]
Ren!
It was already leaning in your favor. Having infected Yugi's deck with your virus card he was unable to summon any monsters with an attack over 1500. That was more than enough of a difference for your powerhouse, Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon, to wipe the floor with him.
And yet- somehow... the pipsqueak managed to turn the tables on you. By fusing your monster with one of his own, all you could do is watch your attack points slowly drain away. In just a few short moves, Yugi would be able to overpower your monster and end the duel. Upon realizing this something snapped inside of you. You remained motionless as the full weight of your failure flashed before your eyes. I failed. I failed Mokuba, my brother. His soul will be trapped forever. It was as if you could see the form of your brother trapped within your decaying monster and calling desperately for help but all you could do is watch him be fully absorbed, his sharp cries stabbing through you like a thousand knife points. You'd remained catatonic for long enough that the lookers on were starting to comment about it, your opponent silently staring at you.
Finally Yugi drew his next card, summoning his Celtic Guardian, he took out some of your life points. The shock subsided enough for you to react.] Yugi, it can't end this way. If I don't defeat you in this duel, Pegasus will keep Mokuba prisoner. Forever. I can't let that happen and even though I don't have a card that can keep you from attacking I think I still have a strategy that will stop you in your tracks.
What do you mean? [The spiky-haired boy questioned.]
I'm going to force your hand and win this duel Yugi. [Then you began to walk backwards, slowly and deliberately nearing the edge of the castle wall, even going so far as to step up onto the crenelation. Behind you was a steep drop that you likely wouldn't survive.]
Kaiba! Stop this! [Unappreciative of the scene unfolding before him, Yugi attempted to talk you out of it.]
Your move Yugi, You can attack my Blue-Eyes again and wipe out my remaining life points, but if you do the resulting shock waves might cause me to lose my balance [You did all you could to insert uncertainty into your opponent's mind. You really didn't think he had it in him to risk the play, hopefully you'd be right.]
Don't tempt me!
My fate is completely in your hands. [For a few moments there was some indecision on Yugi's part, enough to make you think he might actually go through with this and attack. In fact, if it wasn't for the interruption by one of his friends, he might have. Still you remained unflinching in your position. This was the only option left to you. You would save Mokuba or die trying.] Couldn't do it, huh? [Not having any reservations you take the liberty of removing your opponent's life points instead. Yugi was overcome by emotions, and if you weren't mistaken he was crying. Pathetic. It didn't stop you from tearing him down further.] If you had done what needed to be done, you'd be going into that castle instead of me. You're too weak, Yugi.
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To think that one's soul could be gambled in trading cards with dragons and the such is, to say the least, absurd. He keeps an open mind though, since his own memshare experience has been a disaster.
He knows Kaiba is his next door neighbour, so eventually, they'd cross paths. It happened sooner than he thought.)
Hey.
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Upon leaving his apartment, he saw the familiar face and would have kept on walking, however... it spoke. Quirking up an eyebrow at what passed for a greeting from the other male he reluctantly replied.]
... Did you need something? [Not that he rightly cared]
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It's because he was raised in a barn and had an aura of superiority, even when there was nothing to be superior about here, even if that was an excuse for it.
Ren has no patience. He simply opens the door of his own room further, revealing the greenery that adorns the room before he speaks.)
In. I have a memory of yours.
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Furthermore, Ren was so softspoken that he might as well be one with the wallpaper. Being boring was apparently a worse sin in the brunette's mind then being obnoxious since it kept his neighbor off his radar.
Least the request was succinct, but lacking the respect it should encapsulate]
Greeaaaat, just what I wanted to hear. [The sarcasm positively dripping from his words.] What fantastic memories will I get to relive this time? [At least he didn't shoulder check Ren as he entered the other's domicile. He found a suitable place to stand before crossing his arms over his chest]
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Unimpressed at the sarcastic diva tantrum, Ren calmly finds his place to his bed to seat, offering the chair in front of him. Probably everyone is thinking exactly the same, aren't they?)
Who's Pegasus?
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Eyes darting to the chair, he debates the notion of remaining standing. He doesn't intend on being here long- still that is dependent entirely on what they would end up having to relate to one another. So fine, in a sudden sweeping motion, he centered himself over the chair and sat down. He folded both his legs and arms tightly, tilting his head forward]
The president of Industrial Illusions and the creator of Duel Monsters. [There were other ways he could have described Pegasus but they now had a more or less uneasy alliance centered around promoting the game]
Exarch
[You were growing tired of this virtual world, though it could be argued that's where you started. The longer you remained in this Noah kid's funhouse, the greater the wedge that was growing between you and your younger brother Mokuba. Just what was the point of this forced trip down memory lane? The significance of this sort of technology hadn't been lost on you. Not only was it presenting a fully immersive three dimensional reality that was comparable to yours but something in this system was able to tap into your mind and extract memories? Some of the scenes the pair of you had to relive you didn't recall ever telling anyone. It should have been something that only you and Mokuba knew.
Currently you and Mokuba were walking through a grassy forest, that had you not known the truth you would have believed was real.]
Look up ahead Seto! [Mokuba took off running for a door and you took off after him calling for him to stop. The door was just in the middle of no where, not attached to anything, and who knew where it would lead. When you reached the door he was gone and everything was spiraling out of control. This- this isn't how it happened. Everything grew dark, but when it resumed the normal brightness you were standing in the middle of a deserted wasteland. The terrain was dry and cracked seemingly from a lack of a steady water supply. Your arm with your duel duel was raised and you had a full set of cards in your other hand. There were already some monsters in play.
Gazing across the open expanse of cracked Earth you saw the little brat. Noah, the short kid that was running this charade and beside him was your brother Mokuba. Mokuba's eyes just looked... off... like he was possessed, which would explain why he made no motion to escape. Noah disconcertingly looked like a younger version of you with aqua colored hair instead of brown and less fashion sense in his white top and shorts. This kid had already wasted enough of your time.] Nice outfit, dork.
Is that anyway to talk to your brother, Seto? [The brat professed, his lips curling upwards his eyes flashing with malice.] That's right, I'm Gozaburo Kaiba's real son! Not you!
Impossible! [Still, you were more concerned with Mokuba than anything this loser had to say. Despite your efforts to help him snap out of it the black haired boy just wouldn't come around. Once again everything suddenly went dark. The next time you came to, your eyelids fluttered open and you could see that you were inside some sort of armored room. You were sitting on a ergonomically designed chair, you could see a hatch made of clear glass that was hovered above you. That explained a lot. This thing you were sitting in, was a virtual pod. Basically a virtual reality gaming system in which the use would fully enclose themselves in to block out all external distractions, that way the games could take precedence. Without any warning the vision just stopped.]
Rinoa <3
[Having just lost both of your parents in a tragic accident, you were now standing just inside the gates of a sprawling orphanage, with your little brother at you're side. Between the two of you, you carried the few scant belongings you owned inside your respective bags, and you were wearing downtrodden expressions while the adults around you talked as if you might as well not even been present. They were deciding your fate for you, without allowing you to weigh in on it. The two attendants from the establishment at least tried to act cordially. The relative that was dumping you here spared a few pats to the top of your brother's head as if that was supposed to be comforting. Why start feigning to care now? They didn't. They got what they wanted out of the deal, taking whatever inheritance your parents left you and your sibling and disposing of the rest.
It was hard to describe just how you were feeling at that moment since this was the culmination of so many ill-fated incidences but you knew you wanted to appear strong for your brother's sake. He was taking it pretty hard and didn't entirely understand what was going on. When he'd been able to talk Mokuba had asked you about where you were going and what was happening and you'd tried to explain it but his apprehension made you question if he really appreciated the full weight of what you said.]
Where are they taking us?
To an orphanage.
... for how long?"
[This question pained you the most, since it was obvious that he thought this was some temporary stay-over and he didn't want to be left here.] ... possibly forever. There's no one left to care for us so they're dumping us here.
[The days and weeks that followed once you had been admitted weren't much better. For whatever reason the resident orphan kids didn't immediately accept the pair of you and they took to bullying Mokuba. Catching them surrounding the raven-haired boy you warded them off with a ferocity in your eyes that seemed to speak to them even louder than your words and actions did. From that point onward, the pair of you kept to yourselves not associating with the others if you could help it. That was fine. All you cared about was your little brother anyway.
Taking him out for a walk one day you drove the one point home you thought would matter, that would make this easier for him. The sun was setting casting yellow hues over the terrain, and as you neared a bridge you stopped and spoke to him.]
Okay spill it, what's on your mind?
[Wiping the tears away that were starting to pool at the corner of his eyes] I miss mom and dad. I wish that they were here with us right now. It's not fair that they left us here all alone.
Come on, no crying. [Speaking through gritted teeth.] Tears aren't going to help us now. There's only one way you and I are going to get through this. We've got to get tough. Emotions will only get in the way of our survival. Don't expect anyone else to help us ever again. You and I are on our own now. [Rather than accepting the feelings of pain and loss, you rejected them flatly and tried to encourage Mokuba to do the same .]
1/2 Rinoa's memory
It's about your promotion. Things are gonna get real tough for you, right? [ He looks away, but that just gives you the courage to keep going. ] Squall, I'm sure there'll be a lot of difficult things that you'll have to deal with from now on. We were talking about that, and saying how you'll probably try to handle everything on your own. They know you too well. I do, too, although I haven't been around you that long.
[ He's easy to tease; you copy the way he slumps, brows creasing, hand to your forehead. He starts, frustration on his features, and you roll away with a giggle. ]
I'm out of here.
Oh, come on! I'm sorry! [ Despite the apology, you're still giggling to yourself as you move to crouch behind him, smoothing the soft cream fabric of your dress over your thighs. It's just... ] ...You can't handle everything on your own.
[ And then your hands find the flat of his back, and you shove him right off the ledge, sending him sprawling onto the glass floor below. He's furious, you can see it all over his face, he even gestures angrily with his arm, but you meet him with ferocity of your own. ]
That's it! Just let out anything! [ Your own fire dies quickly, fingers closing around your mother's ring where it's hung at your neck. ] We want you to talk to us a little more. That's all. Y'know, if there's anything you want to tell us, or anything we can do, don't hesitate to let us know. I know it's not easy but I wish you would trust us and rely on us a little more.
[ Squall puts his head in his hand and turns away, silent. Silent, despite what you only just said. You can see the cogs turning in his head, but there's still no words on his lips. Your hands locked behind your back, you turn to walk in a circle, and when you talk, your tone is flirty, playful. ]
What a night. Great music... Good-looking guy... Not only is he good-looking. He's the sweetest guy... a great listener. Right now, he's seriously thinking about what I said. He's shy and doesn't say anything, but I know. [ You stop walking, hands falling back to your sides, looking at him quietly. The flirtacious tone is over, your face serious again. ] So, what do you think? None of our business?
I appreciate your concern... But...
[ You run to him, heels clicking on the glass floor, lifting a hand toward him, palm out as if to tell him to stop. ]
No 'buts'! [ You tilt your head, looking at him with a smile. ] Just think about this. This might be the only time we'll all be together. So, as long as we're together, we might as well enjoy each other's company and... just talk, right?
...Just for now, huh? [ He shakes his head. ] Forget it. I don't want friends who won't be around tomorrow.
[ You can't help it; you laugh, hand coming to your mouth to hide the wide smile behind it. ]
Gosh, you're such a pessimist. There are no guarantees in the future. That's why TODAY, the time we have now, is important. Squall, we wanna help you, as much as we can, for as long as we can. [ You reach out, tap him over his heart before lying your hand over your own. ] We all love you. There, I said it. Please don't freak out. We just wanna live, y'know, live through this time with you, together.
[ His eyes are wide as he looks at you. ] ......Together...?
Keep it in the back of your mind. Call on us whenever you need to. We'll be waiting. Like I said, who knows what's gonna happen in the future... but I have a feeling we'll be together for a while.
2/2 Starter!
—orphanage.
The memory surfaces in her mind like it was always meant to be there, so strong that for a moment she almost believes it really is hers. But she never had a brother, and it's the others who lived in an orphanage, not her. Nor would she ever hide her emotions behind clenched teeth. Really, there's only one person she's met in the Void who would do that... ]
Kaiba?
[ She knocks on the door of his apartment again, not sure if he's there or elsewhere, but it feels like the first best place to try. ]
Would you open the door? It's Rinoa.
Awesome /o/!
Another set of imagery that didn't fit his personality. This time it almost had him believing that he would hound someone else to confide in him, and instill the virtues of the power of friendship. It was borderline nauseating especially with the overt flirting whether it was intentional or not. How come so many of these lost memories were from female perspectives. What kind of game was the void playing with him?
He notices the second knock- and huffed. Having been seated at his desk, holding his head in his hands, he pushed back from the table and assumed a more dignified position. Looking briefly to his jacket he left it hanging on it's respective hook before reluctantly moving over to open the door.
His eyes landed on her and he looked thoughtful for a moment, questioningly]
What is it?
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"We've got to get tough." Was that where it all started? With the only family he had left leaving him behind? With being abandoned at an orphanage, left to care for and protect a younger brother who needed support? And he was only a kid himself...
Self-protection, then. Shutting himself down to protect himself from those who might hurt him. Strengthening himself so that the bullies would leave his brother alone. It reminds her of Squall, of his determination to be strong. Like a lion.
She takes a deep breath, fiddles with the rings hung at her neck.
It's not an easy sort of question to ask, knowing how he probably feels about it, but... ]
You have a younger brother, right? Mokuba?
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Was it a coincidence that she was here now, thinking back on the memory he'd recently viewed. It wasn't difficult to draw some parallels between how she carried herself and the person who'd served as his point of view. The persistence, the airiness of her tone, the pep talks. Still, as he was gazing at her now and her delicate features he briefly wondered something- if she spent so much time concerning herself with others, what sort of insecurities might be hiding herself? Not that it was any of his concern.. It's not as if they were close companions.
Little did he know that she was conducting her own character analysis in the reverse, and an alarmingly accurate one. Seto had done what he had needed to be in order to ensure that what was little was left of his family remained both together and secure. If that meant casting aside his emotions, and becoming cold and unfeeling then so be it. Any weakness could be used against you, chipping away at your foundations until you crumbled into nothingness. Therefore, he vowed to have none.
Seeing the nervous gesture, he looked past her into the hallway]
Maybe... you should step inside before saying anything else.
[That was a big maybe, but guess just this once he would have to make the sacrifice of inviting someone else into his personal space. Stepping to one side he allowed her to pass by him if she chose to do so.]
[He quirked up an eyebrow at that. When had he told her that? Tifa had overheard him saying the name before, had the girls compared notes?]
Yeah.... [Said with suspicion in his voice] What about him? [For one brief moment he felt oddly hopeful- maybe this meant that Rinoa had found the younger Kaiba and was working towards reuniting them but he mentally chided himself for the momentary lapse. Would she look so apprehensive if it was good news?]
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But she has more important things to talk about than the state of his apartment; she offers him a small smile and reaches up to curl her fingers more tightly around her rings. ]
Then it was your memory...
[ She shakes her head. ]
I can't really explain it, but I've got a memory of yours, I guess? At the orphanage, with Mokuba. They were bullying him, you know? The other kids. You protected him a lot, tried to help him...
[ In his own way, at least. Completely different to how she herself would handle things, which is partly why the memory felt so out of place in her head. She would never encourage anyone to accept being alone.
(Little does she know that she's lost a memory of her own that proves exactly that.)
But she's not here to lecture him or try to change him, at least not today. This memory is his, and she needs to give it back to him. ]
Does that sound... familiar to you at all?
Damien!
[Standing atop your duel tower, engaged in a rematch against your most hated, and capable rival, you were about to obliterate his Egyptian god card with your own, but something peculiar happened. A brilliant white light originated from the clash between these two incredible titans of immense power radiated out from them until it seemed to encompass everything. It was so bright that you had to shield your eyes to keep from being blinded. When the light faded there was nothing but blackness around you as both you and your rival suddenly found yourselves falling, you couldn't refrain from calling out but in all fairness Yugi wasn't being all that quiet about it either. Unable to see where the two of you were headed wasn't doing anything to lighten the intensity of the moment.
Finally a shape was discernible from the darkness, three points jutting out of a sandy landscape, the more they came into focus the more they looked like.... pyramids? You reached some natural midair terminus and you both ended up floating there like specters. Identifying it as an ancient city, you note that it's been nearly completely destroyed. There's still smoke smoldering near some of the rubble.] Yugi! This looks like Egypt.... but that doesn't make any sense! [It doesn't seem to matter what you say because the strangeness doesn't immediately dissipate.]
Kaiba! We've been transported to another place, possibly another time!
Impossible. [The two of you start flying over the landscape looking for some answers, making commentary on what you see below. You're drawn to the source of the darkness that hangs over this place like a mist, and go inside to see two combatants that look exactly like you and Yugi, if you dressed for a costume party first. The Egyptian garb was ridiculous to your eyes. The one that looked like you was wearing a long blue tunic that nearly reached the floor, and a tall headress, in the center of your tunic was an ankh symbol. Subtle. The 'pharaoh' was wearing a shorter outfit complete with a flowing red cape. Both were adorned with gold accessories.]
Ha ha ha Look at the almighty pharaoh now! It appears the once prosperous kingdom has crumbled at his feet, and is now in the grip of the Dark One [Your lookalike calls.] How does it feel to be virtually powerless!
[You recognize this scene from a stone tablet you saw in the Domino museum recently and the thought makes your stomach twist. The last thing you want is for this to be real.]
Why have you chosen his side over mine? [The pharaoh questioned jutting an accusatory finger towards the past incarnation of Seto.]
That's where you're wrong, my pharaoh. My followers and I have no allegiance to the dark one... but we have no allegiance to you either. I'm here to finish our battle, and prove that no one can overpower my Millennium Rod. [The priest thrusting a golden rod forward with his hand to accentuate this.]
Even in my darkest hour I will defeat you!
Then let our duel begin! [There was the traditional amount of banter and bravado before the battle commenced. When the combatants summoned their monsters, it was from these large stone tablets instead of via cards and holograms. When the priest summoned his monster you were struck with instant recognition.]
It's Blue-Eyes! [Your signature dragon. What was this? What was any of this!? Your rival seemed to take it to mean that you were destined to duel one another again but you weren't as easily coerced. The vision didn't proceed much further and you were unable to determine the winner of this clash.]
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[he really hopes he's in. today has been emotionally draining, and he's too fucking tired to try and track him down]
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So when another knock came on his door, he groaned and debated not opening it at all. In his frustration, he cleared the top of his table with a swift gesture, various items falling to the carpet below. Only the useless laptop was spared similar treatment.
Feeling somewhat better for his tantrum, be went over to the door and threw it open.]
What now? [Oh, it's Damien. Eh- he only moderately felt guilty for snapping but he tried to soften it a little] Did you wind up with one of my memories too?
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I did.
[a beat]
And generally speaking, everyone whose memory I've had has had one of mine. [so, who's starting? and more importantly, can he come in, so they're not discussing this in the hallway? he throws a glance over Seto's shoulder, back into the room, to indicate that, without asking directly]