He said somethin' about, you won't remember this after, or whatever. But you were able to see it just now -- this thing, it can even look at erased memories?
Kind of has maybe some uncomfortable implications. For some.
[ Perhaps... but Fjord kind of seems like, so he initially seems undeterred and then something seems to occur to him. He doesn't say anything but his brows are furrowed and he's in thought(tm). ]
Well... I don't know anything about that sort of Abyss --
[ Sorry this is like one thousand miles long tfw need to transcribe a mem. Oops into the trapdoor they go. Except this time, they don't feel a sensation of landing. Instead, it feels like they're floating in the deep blackness of whatever void they've come into. There's a VHS scratch and the rewind sound, but no light.
Your limbs feel heavy and there's a coldness that numbs the body. In this memory, time stretches into an unknowable length. Minutes. Days. Years. Consciousness remains, almost maddening in the isolation of it. A faint shimmering blue glistens in the far distance, unreachable, only there to show the depth of the place they're in.
You move and your limbs feel sluggish. You aren't breathing. You try and freezing water rushes in, and the flail of your body meets icy resistance. You realise you are drowning. You're moving, and being moved along the current, battered and at the mercy of it, and your lungs are burning, your body stings, and --
You see some kind of gargantuan mass snake around you in the depths. The pain subsides and you find that you can breathe again. It feels strange yet weirdly familiar. Suddenly -- yellow light bursts before you in the shape of an enormous yellow eye. An impossibly low tone rumbles through the waters around you, reverberating down to your bones, like an organic war horn the size of a canyon. The eye narrows as the tone grows stronger. A thought enters your mind, a jumble of emotions that your brain attempts to make sense of until a word congeals into the center of your consciousness:
"WATCHING."
You speak, in what sounds like Fjord's voice but something sounds strange. The accent is a little off.
What are you? you ask. The voice only rumbles the same word. WATCHING.
Watching... me?
The eye opens wider, leaning in close -- precariously close, the black slit alone like a canyon gouge.
"POTENTIAL."
"LEARN. GROW. PROVOKE."
"CONSUME," it demands, over all of your questions and confusion. You don't understand. You tell it as much.
"REWARD. PATIENCE."
Whatever that was, it intrigues you. Reward. You're curious enough to try. The eye closes upon receiving your agreement and the light is gone, plunging you back into the darkness and suffocating cold that slowly begins to suffuse your entire world as the panic and solitude, the true quiet of your unconsciousness, begins to take hold --
Finally, at that moment, a director's voice announces CUT! and you inadvertently gasp for breath, and the memory ends. ]
[ it's a foreign sensation, drowning. not feeling at home in the water, struggling to breathe, desperate to escape it. leng feng has seen it happen, of course, but they were always too careful to risk him drowning, even when first learning to swim in human form. the memory sweeps him away with the sheer shock of how it feels, so helpless at the mercy of the sea.
and then there's this creature, almost like one of his own clan, but even larger. it speaks in a way no dragon he knows ever would, and feels like a threat, even while promising a reward.
it takes a moment to catch his breath, after it's gone. ]
You really shouldn't make a habit of it if you can't breathe underwater... [ shakes his head. ] Don't worry about it. You're doing better than most people I've seen recover from drowning.
[ Is that really a win? But to get ahead of it a little bit -- ]
That was an odd dream I had some months ago now. Surprised, considering what else I'd seen of people, but I should probably stop bothering to question the rules here..
[ If Leng Feng can get memories he doesn't even remember, why not throw in a dream too, etc. ]
You're sure it's not a memory...? [ considering the odd things about his own memory... shakes his head. ] I guess it doesn't make much difference. I've never seen a dragon like that.
I've heard stories of demons that have abilities based in dreams, but I don't know much about them. And it's probably different in your world, anyway, but... maybe it won't hurt just to see?
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[ He had imagined someone... older, maybe? ]
He said somethin' about, you won't remember this after, or whatever. But you were able to see it just now -- this thing, it can even look at erased memories?
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[ pauses. considering. ]
...This could be really bad for some of us, couldn't it?
[ mikoto asked not to be made aware of what his other half does and that's just a start. ]
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[ Perhaps... but Fjord kind of seems like, so he initially seems undeterred and then something seems to occur to him. He doesn't say anything but his brows are furrowed and he's in thought(tm). ]
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What are you thinking...?
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Perhaps seemed handy if you wanted to recall things you might not remember as clearly.
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[ Wouldn't that be funny. Anyway want a return mem of sorts? ]
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...Something about your powers, you mean? Your version of the Abyss?
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[ Sorry this is like one thousand miles long tfw need to transcribe a mem. Oops into the trapdoor they go. Except this time, they don't feel a sensation of landing. Instead, it feels like they're floating in the deep blackness of whatever void they've come into. There's a VHS scratch and the rewind sound, but no light.
Your limbs feel heavy and there's a coldness that numbs the body. In this memory, time stretches into an unknowable length. Minutes. Days. Years. Consciousness remains, almost maddening in the isolation of it. A faint shimmering blue glistens in the far distance, unreachable, only there to show the depth of the place they're in.
You move and your limbs feel sluggish. You aren't breathing. You try and freezing water rushes in, and the flail of your body meets icy resistance. You realise you are drowning. You're moving, and being moved along the current, battered and at the mercy of it, and your lungs are burning, your body stings, and --
You see some kind of gargantuan mass snake around you in the depths. The pain subsides and you find that you can breathe again. It feels strange yet weirdly familiar. Suddenly -- yellow light bursts before you in the shape of an enormous yellow eye. An impossibly low tone rumbles through the waters around you, reverberating down to your bones, like an organic war horn the size of a canyon. The eye narrows as the tone grows stronger. A thought enters your mind, a jumble of emotions that your brain attempts to make sense of until a word congeals into the center of your consciousness:
"WATCHING."
You speak, in what sounds like Fjord's voice but something sounds strange. The accent is a little off.
What are you? you ask. The voice only rumbles the same word. WATCHING.
Watching... me?
The eye opens wider, leaning in close -- precariously close, the black slit alone like a canyon gouge.
"POTENTIAL."
"LEARN. GROW. PROVOKE."
"CONSUME," it demands, over all of your questions and confusion. You don't understand. You tell it as much.
"REWARD. PATIENCE."
Whatever that was, it intrigues you. Reward. You're curious enough to try. The eye closes upon receiving your agreement and the light is gone, plunging you back into the darkness and suffocating cold that slowly begins to suffuse your entire world as the panic and solitude, the true quiet of your unconsciousness, begins to take hold --
Finally, at that moment, a director's voice announces CUT! and you inadvertently gasp for breath, and the memory ends. ]
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and then there's this creature, almost like one of his own clan, but even larger. it speaks in a way no dragon he knows ever would, and feels like a threat, even while promising a reward.
it takes a moment to catch his breath, after it's gone. ]
That - that thing... What was that?
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As they exit the memory, Fjord doubles over a bit, breaking over into a small coughing fit and coughing up a moderate bit of water. ]
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immediately at his side, hand on his back to try to steady him. ]
Whoa, hey, take it easy...
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[ Spluttering a bit with the water in his mouth, reminiscent to what someone who was actually drowning might cough up. ]
How...? No, nevermind. It's nothing, must be a weird... effect, or whatever you'd want to call it.
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More weird side effects, probably. Are you sure you're good?
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Sorry about that.
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[ and fjord didn't even throw up on him! win! ]
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[ Is that really a win? But to get ahead of it a little bit -- ]
That was an odd dream I had some months ago now. Surprised, considering what else I'd seen of people, but I should probably stop bothering to question the rules here..
[ If Leng Feng can get memories he doesn't even remember, why not throw in a dream too, etc. ]
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and yes that is a win ]
You're sure it's not a memory...? [ considering the odd things about his own memory... shakes his head. ] I guess it doesn't make much difference. I've never seen a dragon like that.
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[ Technically... ]
...You think that was a dragon? I do suppose... maybe it's in the eyes, not that I've ever seen a proper dragon in-person.
As not a human disguise, I mean.
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[ but yeah, he shrugs. ]
It's bigger than most I've seen, but similar, I think.
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Guess that's something to try lookin' into too.
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...Honestly, your expertise is more than what I already had on my own.
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