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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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If it weren't for the creep leering at m...you. [The memory wasn't going way, though she was starting to remember her own memories again, so... maybe they were stuck sharing?]
Sorry, but I think you might be stuck remembering that about me, even if... are you getting your memory back?
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[But Parsee knows that, if her comment on Corneo is any indication of that. The dresses were picked by Tifa herself, and although she picked them specifically as something she thought would give her a better chance, she'd still wear them.
It was Corneo that made it worse.
At Parsee's question, she shakes her head.]
Don't worry about me. I haven't had it as bad as everyone else. It's mostly been simple memories that I barely realized were gone. You?
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But enough about fatass. You were asking about memories. Well, a looooot of my memories were pretty samey despite how old I am. So, it was a lot of that. Couple people borrowed a memory or two of spell duels, which are ... basically every day only a lot more annoying.
Legion.. uh... Legion saw my creation. [She frowned a little.] I think I'm glad they were the one. I'm pretty sure only they and Cole could understand what they experienced in that case. I wouldn't want to put any of you through that memory.
I'd honestly almost forgotten it, it'd been so long ago. [Liar]
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Tifa bows her head, lips pressing into a thin line and brows furrowing together. She'll leave it, not wanting to dredge up the bad memories the others had seen again. The collapse of the plate, the aftermath of that fight, and all the things that came before that. Poor Aerith had seen Jessie's last words, and Zack saw the moment the plate started to fall under Tifa's feet...
She's kind of relieved that all Parsee saw was Don Corneo.]
It's been a weird time for a lot of us. You get any happy memories in exchange for all that?
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[Kind of a dangerous starting point with Parsee saying it, but there it went. She was thinking about it for a long time, and she wasn't comfortable sharing many of the memories she'd received. But there was a sort of odd running theme.]
I got a lot of memories that I'm pretty sure were really bad for the people who had them, but which didn't feel as bad when I remembered them out of the context of their lives. Like... weird little moments that weren't horrible, but which came with a lot of other memories I don't actually have.
I'm... not sure I'd feel ok sharing several of them. I feel like I saw things I wasn't supposed to, that nobody was supposed to. But a couple? I think made it easier to understand them a little bit. Kaiba for example? He and I are a little alike sometimes.
[Sorry dude, she felt a lot less compunction saying that about you.]
And I think... this one helped me 'get' you a little more. Not all of you. There's a lot more there. But a little bit. Does that make sense?
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[It's true. It's been a weird little while with all of these memories running amok in their small world, and confusing and devastating as it has been to revisit a lot of them for her, Tifa's inclined to agree with Parsee's sentiments.]
I've learned a lot more about the people here through the memories than I have otherwise.
[It's too bad that it was against their will. It feels almost like cheating, but that's neither here nor there.]
If anything, I think it'll help bring us all a little bit closer. Understand where others are coming from...
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Probably better that way than me actually having my powers work, you know? I don't think I actually want that. I'm safe for now, so I don't need them working. They'd be a hassle here.
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[Anyone with them has the ability to use them for good, and anyone has the capacity to change too, Tifa thinks. The ones who don't are the problem, like Sephiroth, or any of the Shinra executives.
Parsee, on the other hand...]
I think you're doing alright so far, if that's worth anything.
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And Tifa just... seemed to accept that, which caused her face to heat up.]
I... really hope I don't end up hurting you, Tifa. Just saying that I worry about doing it. It happens a lot, and I'd rather not end up doing it to you. You've been... understanding.
A lot of you have.
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You don't have to worry about me. I'm tough as nails.
[She's built up a strong emotional wall over the years.]
Not sure what'd happen if it did, but I'd be right there to help if it ever came to that. A lot of us would.
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[She wasn't sure how she felt about the act that she was certain Tifa was right. There were people who, if her powers suddenly went live, would probably put themselves in harm' way to help her calm down. A moment's thought and she finally sighed.]
If I start glowing green bring booze. Marisa says it helps.
gonna move this to a wrap! 😊
Good thing I've got connections.
[Booze is her specialty, after all.]
How about we go grab some now? At the barbecue stand. My treat.
[Even though money isn't a thing, but unlike Cloud, Tifa isn't looking for favours in return.]
Perfect closing point! Everyone gets drunk, everyone wins!
[Getting up and dusting herself off, she nodded over at Tifa. She could definitely drink herself silly right now. Either way, their memories were back, so victory?]