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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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There was a pause and then he spoke. "I'm sorry I don't really know what you mean." Demyx didn't remember because they hadn't met yet, as far as he knew. "I've got to-"
He was interrupted by something he wasn't expecting.
Running down the stairs was a mouse in a coat, keyblade already at the ready.
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Eleanor puts her helmet back on and strides forward, conjuring fire in her hand even as she calls out: "More thugs here to hassle a peaceful man. Turn back or see your bones split on the pyre."
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Before Eleanor could cross blades with the mouse, the memory itself would dissolve and fade away.
Memories were weird.
AFTERMAAAAAAAAATH
Your Holiness,
It is my dear and sincere wish that this letter finds you well, given the circumstances of our last unexpected parting. It is also my hope that the strange amnesia you have been suffering under has been lifted from you; if not, this letter may seem very strange indeed! My condolences for the situation you had been placed in. It was cruel and wrong to place such expectations upon you.
Miss Adams said to me that to be a friend is to make an effort to be present in someone's life. It seems to me that you could use a better class of friend than the ones who gave you such a task and left you to the wolves, seemingly as a delaying action against a superior force. If you can forgive my amateur fumblings in the field of friendship, I would like to claim that title for myself, and to offer my earnest hopes that there may be many others here upon the ship who can say the same.
Do let me know when your muse strikes you. I should very much like to attend a performance sometime; your skill with that instrument in battle was astounding, and I can scarcely imagine what it might do in service to the art that stirs your soul instead. In the meantime I remain,
Your obedient servant,
Eleanor Lamb, Big Sister.