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come_sailaway2023-02-27 06:27 pm
melodiouspacifist) wrote in come_sailaway2023-02-27 06:27 pm
Faith, Should I Take A Leap? [Open]
Who: Demyx and everyone, very open!
What: Memshare
When: March
Warnings: Dehumanization, cult-like behaviour, tagging and tracking, coercion, death?
Notes: No limits, go wild. Likely I have unique choices for each participant.
I. Awakening
Regardless of which situation an intrepid visitor has happened upon, whether the room was completely white, or they were outside in the dirt and dust to the point that everything looked brown, either memory begins with Demyx lying unconscious on the ground.
In the first memory, Demyx is roughly thirteen. In the second one, he looks as he does on the ship, about age twenty-one.
II. Mission Mode
The most versatile of options, this is an exclusive opportunity to visit a Disney/Pixar movie of one’s choosing. Demyx could be aged anywhere from 13-21. Missions would be either combat or reconnaissance.
III. Espionage
Considering the nature of the Organization, information has power and Demyx is far too curious for his own good. Either he’s spying on his peers or the Organization structure itself, there’s a reason why Demyx seems to know way more than he should.
This would be an opportunity to sneak around and learn some of the secrets surrounding the Organization and perhaps Demyx himself.
IV. Death
There was nothing nice about Hollow Bastion in that moment. It was run down, the damage having been done by the encroaching darkness, the shadows that seemed to be all over the place. Demyx was not immediately visible, but rather a kid named Sora, with Donald and Goofy in tow.
The mystery as to where Demyx was, is solved in an instant when he appeared out of a dark portal. He seemed startled at seeing Sora and he sighed and then turned on a charming smile.
“Hey, you guys are looking lively!”
It was immediately apparent that their relationship to each other was adversarial because Donald yelled at him. “Scram!”
The kid, Sora, looked more contemplative. “Didn’t we catch you messing around in the Underworld? How’d a wimp like you get into Organization XIII?”
Demyx seemed to take a step back, as though he was scared.
“I bet you can’t even fight.” Sora taunted him.
Donald chimed in. “Yeah, but we can!”
Even if no one interfered, it was a front row seat at the combat styling that Demyx was so reluctant to share. It wasn’t going to end well, but he wasn’t going to let them walk all over him.
V. Aftermath
After a memory experience, one might want to seek out Demyx for a conversation. It would be easy enough to find him, he was probably lounging on one of the deck chairs, sporting his brand new headphones with cat ears on them and playing with an MP3 player, lost in the music.
[Contact me for a memory if you’d rather just talk to Demyx about one without threading the memory itself. Discord: Ammeschan#5385![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Ammeschan]
What: Memshare
When: March
Warnings: Dehumanization, cult-like behaviour, tagging and tracking, coercion, death?
Notes: No limits, go wild. Likely I have unique choices for each participant.
I. Awakening
Regardless of which situation an intrepid visitor has happened upon, whether the room was completely white, or they were outside in the dirt and dust to the point that everything looked brown, either memory begins with Demyx lying unconscious on the ground.
In the first memory, Demyx is roughly thirteen. In the second one, he looks as he does on the ship, about age twenty-one.
II. Mission Mode
The most versatile of options, this is an exclusive opportunity to visit a Disney/Pixar movie of one’s choosing. Demyx could be aged anywhere from 13-21. Missions would be either combat or reconnaissance.
III. Espionage
Considering the nature of the Organization, information has power and Demyx is far too curious for his own good. Either he’s spying on his peers or the Organization structure itself, there’s a reason why Demyx seems to know way more than he should.
This would be an opportunity to sneak around and learn some of the secrets surrounding the Organization and perhaps Demyx himself.
IV. Death
There was nothing nice about Hollow Bastion in that moment. It was run down, the damage having been done by the encroaching darkness, the shadows that seemed to be all over the place. Demyx was not immediately visible, but rather a kid named Sora, with Donald and Goofy in tow.
The mystery as to where Demyx was, is solved in an instant when he appeared out of a dark portal. He seemed startled at seeing Sora and he sighed and then turned on a charming smile.
“Hey, you guys are looking lively!”
It was immediately apparent that their relationship to each other was adversarial because Donald yelled at him. “Scram!”
The kid, Sora, looked more contemplative. “Didn’t we catch you messing around in the Underworld? How’d a wimp like you get into Organization XIII?”
Demyx seemed to take a step back, as though he was scared.
“I bet you can’t even fight.” Sora taunted him.
Donald chimed in. “Yeah, but we can!”
Even if no one interfered, it was a front row seat at the combat styling that Demyx was so reluctant to share. It wasn’t going to end well, but he wasn’t going to let them walk all over him.
V. Aftermath
After a memory experience, one might want to seek out Demyx for a conversation. It would be easy enough to find him, he was probably lounging on one of the deck chairs, sporting his brand new headphones with cat ears on them and playing with an MP3 player, lost in the music.
[Contact me for a memory if you’d rather just talk to Demyx about one without threading the memory itself. Discord: Ammeschan#5385
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“ALSO, I AM PRETTY SURE I GOT HERE EITHER THROUGH SOME SORT OF MALEVOLENT PORTAL OR THIS IS ANOTHER DREAMBUBBLE. OR THE LAST PLACE I WAS IN WAS THE DREAMBUBBLE. JUST A VERY LONG ONE.”
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"Dreambubble? What's that?" He swam around him in a circle, tentacles moving about.
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“IT’S LIKE... A MEMORY THAT MAKES ITS OWN TINY WORLD.”
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"Well this place is called Atlantica." He grinned. "And it's my favourite place!"
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Whether being a half-octopus was better than being a crab could be left in the eye of the beholder. "Oh! And there's music. Wanna see? There's a whole band down here!"
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"Come on, I'll show you where the other crabs are!" He reached for a claw without asking in the hopes of tugging Karkat along to see where all the singing and dancing fish were.
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It was probably good to have a navigator at a time like this because there were a lot of nooks and crannies in the reef and caves that Demyx was getting them through.
Soon enough though, there was music ahead. He slid onto a ledge before letting go of Karkat.
"See? Look down, the band is practicing."
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He looks over at Sebastian singing to a forlorn Ariel. “AND LOOK, WOW, THIS IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF PATHETIC PANDERING I WAS TALKING ABOUT.” Karkat calls out to him, “SHE’S NOT EVEN LISTENING TO YOU, BUDDY, GET A CLUE!”
From the distance and the cacophony of calypso, his shrieking is entirely drowned out. Ariel swims away while Sebastian isn’t paying attention.
“OF FUCKING COURSE,” Karkat says. “JUST ANOTHER CRUSTACEAN’S WORDS OF WISDOM GETTING TOTALLY IGNORED BY A HIGHBLOOD SEADWELLER WITH AN EGO. TYPICAL.”
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"I don't know if mermaids listen to crabs or not." He admitted, thinking about it. "I mean, why wouldn't they?"
Demyx was only a visitor though, he barely knew anything about his new favourite place.