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Memory Regain 8
From: Firebird's Fears Game on Day 340
Form: Faberge eggs of copper and team stones/metals, a unique design for each team. The eggs open along fine hinges; the inside of one half is painted with a stylized scene and the inside of the other half with an elaborate rendition of your character’s preferred name in Aather, both in bright enamels. Open the egg to view your memory -- seven uses.
Shareable: 6/7
Memory
Significant Neutral
“No one is dying. We’ve had enough of that.” (Plague, p175-176)
Excerpt:
Astrid watched, helpless. She could no longer see Orc. He might already be dead down there. Jack seemed unable to free himself from Drake’s choking grasp. And Drake knew it. He looked up at Astrid and winked.
She had reached the decision not to harm Little Pete, to let him live even if it meant others would die. The right and moral decision. But in a minute or less Jack would asphyxiate. And Drake would catch her. She had no illusions about what that psychopath intended.
Drake and his army would kill and go on killing. And what could stop them? Who could stop them?
She found she could hardly breathe. Her whole body seemed to buzz with some strange energy. Was it fear? Was this what panic felt like? Jack’s face was turning dark. His struggles were less focused. His fingers clawed impotently. His eyes bulged like they might pop out of his head.
Drake was going to kill her. But not quickly. And he would go on to kill many, many more, for as long as the FAYZ existed. Enough. It had to end. All of it had to end.
Astrid stepped to Little Pete. She gathered him in her arms. She moved to the window and stood there, hesitating, with his limp, sweating body in her arms.
Drake saw her. The color drained from his face. His tentacle lessened its grip on Jack’s throat.
“No!” Drake cried. He unwound his python arm and began to run toward her, yelling, “No! No!”
“Sorry,” Astrid whispered. “I’m so very sorry, Petey.”
Drake was at the door to the room. “No!” he cried again as she heaved her brother toward the sea of insects.
“Get him!” Drake cried. He pushed past Astrid to the window as Little Pete fell.
“Don’t hurt—,” Drake shouted. His words were cut off by a weak but well-aimed punch from Astrid.
Little Pete almost hit the ground. He stopped inches from impact. His eyes opened wide. He stared into a dozen eerie blue eyes.
“Don’t hurt him!” Drake cried. “The Darkness needs him!”
But it was too late. The bugs surged toward Little Pete. Their tongues snapped. Their mouthparts gnashed.
There was no explosion.
No flash of light.
The bugs simply disappeared.
There. Then gone.
Little Pete sank to the ground. He coughed once, with incredible violence. And then he, too, simply disappeared. Astrid and Drake stood side by side, both staring down in horror. Astrid closed her eyes. Was it over? Was it all finally over?
“I’ll kill you,” Drake said, but his voice was faint.
Astrid opened her eyes and saw his face already changing, melting from the hard-edged shark features to a softer, rounder countenance.
Jack came pounding up the stairs. Lying on his back with one leg gone, Orc groaned in pain.
“Where is he?” Brittney asked. “Where is Nemesis?”
Astrid barely heard her. She had done it. She had killed him. She had sacrificed Little Pete.
“Let’s get out of here before Drake comes back,” Jack said. He took Astrid’s arm. But she would not go with him. Not yet.
“You killed him,” Brittney said. She spoke more in wonder than in accusation. Astrid heaved a shuddering sigh. Tears ran down her face. She had no words.
Brittney was becoming angry. “He’ll get you for this, Astrid. His rage will find you. Sooner or later.”
“Drake or the gaiaphage?” Jack asked.
Brittney bared her braces in a feral grin. “We are the arm of the Darkness. He will send us to take you. Both of you.”
“Let’s go, Astrid,” Jack said, without taking his eyes off Brittney. Astrid felt the strength of his grip on her arm. She yielded.
She was almost blinded by her tears, her mind a confusion of emotions: self-loathing, disgust, anger. And worst of all: relief. He was gone. Little Pete was dead. And now it would end at last. The FAYZ wall would be gone. The madness would be over.
Relief. And the sickening realization that she was glad she had done it.
Jack led her down the stairs. He lifted a terribly injured, mangled Orc effortlessly. Orc was moaning in pain and crying that they should leave him to die.
“No one is dying,” Jack said harshly. “We’ve had enough of that.”
Astrid walked obediently behind Jack as he carried Orc down the hill toward town.
And she wondered as she walked, how it could be that the FAYZ was ended and yet Jack was still so strong.
Breakdown/What this means:
-This is all through Astrid's point of view so aside from that! Jack is being strangled by some kid with a tentacle-whip arm (Drake) and he's trying to free himself. He's losing oxygen fast and is very close to passing out when Drake's grip loosens and he starts yelling at Astrid and abruptly lets go to run over to her. It's all a vague blur as he tries to get some air back in his lungs and runs up the stairs but he registers that Astrid throws her baby brother to the giant insects.
-And then the insects vanish. And her brother vanishes.
-Jack should know names in this memory! Drake, Astrid, Little Pete, Orc, Brittany. There's also something called the gaiaphage.
-The bugs are gone! It's a small step forward but he knows that this will prevent a lot more kids from dying, especially since he already has a few memories of how dangerous they are.
-Drake changes back and forth from Brittany??? FAYZ life. Both of them work for the Darkness.
-Making sure Orc and Astrid are able to leave before Drake comes back. He's tired of people dying, and Little Pete's death should be the last! That is very firmly etched into his mind. By this point there have been a lot of deaths (he isn't aware of specific deaths, but in the back of his mind there is a vague large number) and he is trying to actively prevent there from being any more.
-This memory also gives him a boost of self-confidence! He was not very successful in stopping Drake's attack; in the end that was Astrid. But he was taking an active role in trying to stop him instead of passively letting someone else do it.
-He is aware that he can use his strength and intelligence and combine them into something useful. He is not just brains or just brawn--he has both!
-Despite everything around him being completely and utterly horrible and almost being killed by Drake he can still plow on, because that's what you have to do to survive in the FAYZ.
Form: Faberge eggs of copper and team stones/metals, a unique design for each team. The eggs open along fine hinges; the inside of one half is painted with a stylized scene and the inside of the other half with an elaborate rendition of your character’s preferred name in Aather, both in bright enamels. Open the egg to view your memory -- seven uses.
Shareable: 6/7
Memory
Significant Neutral
“No one is dying. We’ve had enough of that.” (Plague, p175-176)
Excerpt:
Astrid watched, helpless. She could no longer see Orc. He might already be dead down there. Jack seemed unable to free himself from Drake’s choking grasp. And Drake knew it. He looked up at Astrid and winked.
She had reached the decision not to harm Little Pete, to let him live even if it meant others would die. The right and moral decision. But in a minute or less Jack would asphyxiate. And Drake would catch her. She had no illusions about what that psychopath intended.
Drake and his army would kill and go on killing. And what could stop them? Who could stop them?
She found she could hardly breathe. Her whole body seemed to buzz with some strange energy. Was it fear? Was this what panic felt like? Jack’s face was turning dark. His struggles were less focused. His fingers clawed impotently. His eyes bulged like they might pop out of his head.
Drake was going to kill her. But not quickly. And he would go on to kill many, many more, for as long as the FAYZ existed. Enough. It had to end. All of it had to end.
Astrid stepped to Little Pete. She gathered him in her arms. She moved to the window and stood there, hesitating, with his limp, sweating body in her arms.
Drake saw her. The color drained from his face. His tentacle lessened its grip on Jack’s throat.
“No!” Drake cried. He unwound his python arm and began to run toward her, yelling, “No! No!”
“Sorry,” Astrid whispered. “I’m so very sorry, Petey.”
Drake was at the door to the room. “No!” he cried again as she heaved her brother toward the sea of insects.
“Get him!” Drake cried. He pushed past Astrid to the window as Little Pete fell.
“Don’t hurt—,” Drake shouted. His words were cut off by a weak but well-aimed punch from Astrid.
Little Pete almost hit the ground. He stopped inches from impact. His eyes opened wide. He stared into a dozen eerie blue eyes.
“Don’t hurt him!” Drake cried. “The Darkness needs him!”
But it was too late. The bugs surged toward Little Pete. Their tongues snapped. Their mouthparts gnashed.
There was no explosion.
No flash of light.
The bugs simply disappeared.
There. Then gone.
Little Pete sank to the ground. He coughed once, with incredible violence. And then he, too, simply disappeared. Astrid and Drake stood side by side, both staring down in horror. Astrid closed her eyes. Was it over? Was it all finally over?
“I’ll kill you,” Drake said, but his voice was faint.
Astrid opened her eyes and saw his face already changing, melting from the hard-edged shark features to a softer, rounder countenance.
Jack came pounding up the stairs. Lying on his back with one leg gone, Orc groaned in pain.
“Where is he?” Brittney asked. “Where is Nemesis?”
Astrid barely heard her. She had done it. She had killed him. She had sacrificed Little Pete.
“Let’s get out of here before Drake comes back,” Jack said. He took Astrid’s arm. But she would not go with him. Not yet.
“You killed him,” Brittney said. She spoke more in wonder than in accusation. Astrid heaved a shuddering sigh. Tears ran down her face. She had no words.
Brittney was becoming angry. “He’ll get you for this, Astrid. His rage will find you. Sooner or later.”
“Drake or the gaiaphage?” Jack asked.
Brittney bared her braces in a feral grin. “We are the arm of the Darkness. He will send us to take you. Both of you.”
“Let’s go, Astrid,” Jack said, without taking his eyes off Brittney. Astrid felt the strength of his grip on her arm. She yielded.
She was almost blinded by her tears, her mind a confusion of emotions: self-loathing, disgust, anger. And worst of all: relief. He was gone. Little Pete was dead. And now it would end at last. The FAYZ wall would be gone. The madness would be over.
Relief. And the sickening realization that she was glad she had done it.
Jack led her down the stairs. He lifted a terribly injured, mangled Orc effortlessly. Orc was moaning in pain and crying that they should leave him to die.
“No one is dying,” Jack said harshly. “We’ve had enough of that.”
Astrid walked obediently behind Jack as he carried Orc down the hill toward town.
And she wondered as she walked, how it could be that the FAYZ was ended and yet Jack was still so strong.
Breakdown/What this means:
-This is all through Astrid's point of view so aside from that! Jack is being strangled by some kid with a tentacle-whip arm (Drake) and he's trying to free himself. He's losing oxygen fast and is very close to passing out when Drake's grip loosens and he starts yelling at Astrid and abruptly lets go to run over to her. It's all a vague blur as he tries to get some air back in his lungs and runs up the stairs but he registers that Astrid throws her baby brother to the giant insects.
-And then the insects vanish. And her brother vanishes.
-Jack should know names in this memory! Drake, Astrid, Little Pete, Orc, Brittany. There's also something called the gaiaphage.
-The bugs are gone! It's a small step forward but he knows that this will prevent a lot more kids from dying, especially since he already has a few memories of how dangerous they are.
-Drake changes back and forth from Brittany??? FAYZ life. Both of them work for the Darkness.
-Making sure Orc and Astrid are able to leave before Drake comes back. He's tired of people dying, and Little Pete's death should be the last! That is very firmly etched into his mind. By this point there have been a lot of deaths (he isn't aware of specific deaths, but in the back of his mind there is a vague large number) and he is trying to actively prevent there from being any more.
-This memory also gives him a boost of self-confidence! He was not very successful in stopping Drake's attack; in the end that was Astrid. But he was taking an active role in trying to stop him instead of passively letting someone else do it.
-He is aware that he can use his strength and intelligence and combine them into something useful. He is not just brains or just brawn--he has both!
-Despite everything around him being completely and utterly horrible and almost being killed by Drake he can still plow on, because that's what you have to do to survive in the FAYZ.