The Amnesia Games (RP)

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(Derik muttered to himself that "Her name started with an M...." (along those lines)Mes overheard, and asked "Whose name?)The grim, yet bright eyes of an owl drifted about through the night, in patient wait. (It seems best to not leave until the barrier fades.) Lira thought. She was somewhat near Joshua, on the opposite side of the barrier from the campsite. Joshua wasn't asleep—and seemed to not be able to. Fearful of death at Ryonne's hand, memory-yearing [despite the miserable memories he currently has. Naive optimism for the moment], and just the sheer uncomfortability and coldness. No warmth. He still tried resting against the barrier itself. (I wonder if Sylar and the others are interested in tension...or are they just in mere action and physical conflict?) She added in thought, still.A wind-up punch. Noticeable before the strike. Avoided. A sweep—surprisingly, Morgan has agility great midair and on the ground, as does she anticipate such attacks. Avoided. However, Morgan's sense of evasion, as all, was not perfect. Each of Bronshu's next three attacks struck well on Morgan. Namely, the stomach punch packed the most...well...punch. She staggered back, stunned in pain for a few moments. She scoffed, as if she knew that she would be struck, and not choked up on hubris. She stood battle-ready again, rapier in-hand, now awaiting and attack herself.

(Oh. Wait I'm pretty sure it was "R" that he said, not "M"... Like did I trip balls or something?)

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

[Well then, she sure can take a hit. No matter, everyone has limits] Robert thought before attacking again. Robert closed in on Morgan, and came at her with a flurry of strikes, making sure to increase the density of his bamboo rods so they couldn't be sliced in two again.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

(Yeah Crona... you typed "M". Twice actually. Musta been one heck of a sugar rush or sharpie trip you were on.)

 

Neena and Noah continued their stand-off. She sighed, and turned away for a second. She turned back, and looked at the younger teenager. "So, Noah. How are your memories faring? Good or bad?" She asked. It was impossible to make small talk when you were in a death game with a lot to gain, and a lot more to lose.

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(Yeah Crona... you typed "M". Twice actually. Musta been one heck of a sugar rush or sharpie trip you were on.)Neena and Noah continued their stand-off. She sighed, and turned away for a second. She turned back, and looked at the younger teenager. "So, Noah. How are your memories faring? Good or bad?" She asked. It was impossible to make small talk when you were in a death game with a lot to gain, and a lot more to lose.

(I probably was in a rush when I wrote it... Let's just say I had him say "R"...)"T-the name of my wife... It starts with an "R"... They took my memories of her away, almost completely..." He muttered. "B-But with a little bit more I know, I'm piecing together my past slightly.." He added on. Edited March 27, 2014 by Guest

[CloakedSchemerX 1,011]

(Uh Crona, we would probably pretend easier if you didn't use "M" just now, again )

 

"Ah, I've only had a single memory, so far. Nothing tragic, but somewhat miserable. I've told Robert the same thing: I'm not exactly comfortable with telling you, or anyone of. Don't make a deal out of it either. The misery that's there is probably my fault." Noah responded to Neena. When he mentioned Robert, he looked over to where he was. Still gone, just as someone else was last time. "How about you?" He asked, returning his gaze to Neena.

 

Even ready to counter, Morgan hardly got a chance to. Bamboo, depending on the amount, was generally lightweight and easy to swing around. Morgan succeeded in deflecting the strikes, but had absolutely no opportunity to strike back or counter. The dense bamboo still did nothing to her carbon blade, but neither did her's to his. (This is getting nowhere. And I seem to be fighting them both more often than they are to each other.) Morgan thought. Instead of deflecting Robert's last attack of his flurry, she elegantly and intricately evaded backwards.

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(Uh Crona, we would probably pretend easier if you didn't use "M" just now, again )"Ah, I've only had a single memory, so far. Nothing tragic, but somewhat miserable. I've told Robert the same thing: I'm not exactly comfortable with telling you, or anyone of. Don't make a deal out of it either. The misery that's there is probably my fault." Noah responded to Neena. When he mentioned Robert, he looked over to where he was. Still gone, just as someone else was last time. "How about you?" He asked, returning his gaze to Neena.Even ready to counter, Morgan hardly got a chance to. Bamboo, depending on the amount, was generally lightweight and easy to swing around. Morgan succeeded in deflecting the strikes, but had absolutely no opportunity to strike back or counter. The dense bamboo still did nothing to her carbon blade, but neither did her's to his. (This is getting nowhere. And I seem to be fighting them both more often than they are to each other.) Morgan thought. Instead of deflecting Robert's last attack of his flurry, she elegantly and intricately evaded backwards.

(...goddammit.... Editing.)

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{Dom}

Dom took a moment to sit down and think. That note she found had her name on it. Was someone trying to contact her? And if so, who? All these mysteries was making her angry, which she could use. She was also getting restless and antsy, which she didn't understand. She needed something to focus on. A direction to go.

She hopped up.

"I'm going to check out the surrounding area." She said. "I'll be in shouting distance, if anything comes up."

With that, Dom headed out.

 

{Terranort}

Terry sat quietly at the table, listening to the other's say who and why they were getting involved. Which present him with a problem. He was use to keeping her a secret. He had kept his relationship with her away from even his closest allies. He hadn't wanted to put her danger, though she was perfectly capable to get into trouble of her own. But now, did it still matter? He was dead and the people he would be telling were also deceased. Who would they tell who could still get to her?

"Death can be temporary." He thought. "And I can't risk her life."

[Ultimus Grid 546]

Bronshu charged towards Morgan, trying to deal in some more blows.  But she moves out of the way, which confused him.  He finds out too late of Roberts' attacks and gets hit.  Falling to the ground, Bronshu laid on the floor for a little while.  Slowly standing up, he thought:  Well that's smarts.  Now facing Robert, Bronshu dashes to him with a rushing tackle and a left hook.

 

 

"Yes, while protecting a world from a catastrophe."  Chuckling, the man replies:  "I suppose it has been Evan.  That's right. I'm Ranco Xoriymu, a keyblade master.  Rexon, one of the contenders in this strange game, is my apprentice.  I take it you were in the same war as him, right Evan?"  Now pointing to Terranort, Ranco asks:  "And you sir?"

Edited March 27, 2014 by Ultimus Grid

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Robert was able to fairly sidestep Bronshu's tackle, but was still hit in the jaw by the hook punch. "Ouch, well that wasn't very nice." Robert said, and swung at Bronshu with a barrage of strikes from his bamboo rods.

[Ultimus Grid 546]

Bronshu held his arms up, trying to block as many strikes as he could.  But some got to his left leg, making him stumble and trip.  Bronshu then gets down on one knee,  a bit tired and hoping to get a little rest.  Breathing faster, he says to Robert:  "Neither was that first barrage, but you don't hear me complaining."

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

"Hmph, you just did." Robert said. He probably could have closed in on Bronshu and finished him off then and there, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't just strike an innocent man while he was down, it just didn't feel right. So instead, he just stood there, waiting for either Bronshu or Morgan to make the next move.

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Terry gave Ranco a stony look before answering.

"For ease of identification, I will simply introduce myself as Terranort." He introduced himself. "And I'm here..."

He paused, not sure how to go on. They could help with protecting her, but could he trust them?

"To make sure an old colleague is kept safe. Her identity isn't important right now."

Edited March 28, 2014 by rikunobodyxiii

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Harry looked at Auron. "I'm okay now. I was just having a nightmare that my love was being kept locked up away from me. And no, its never too early to keep track of things that have happened in your life, every great keyblade master would know that. I did manage to dream of something else last night, I know have the memory of how I am a keyblade master, the youngest on the original council and that my mentor was a wise man known as Yen Sid. Yen Sid once taught me that keeping knowledge on what happens in your life is very important. So I decided to write everything down in this journal that has happened to me since I first arrived here in this game. I have experienced alot of emotions that are very important. If I can just fix them into the correct order that they are supposed to go, then maybe that will give me the answers of who I really am. That would help me see if there is someone besides Annistha that I am supposed to look after." Harry said with a smile. 

 

"Mmmm I see, it looks like many of you have that keyblade... It´s cool you know... ... at least you have something to keep fighting..." Auron said as looked back for a moment... "I can´t find my own purpose... what I have lost... maybe was too great... but I know... maybe someone is waiting for me... to go back." Auron said as he tryed to hid his face of sadness... "Well... anyway for now we are stuck here... so we need to keep going."

 

 

"Yes, while protecting a world from a catastrophe."  Chuckling, the man replies:  "I suppose it has been Evan.  That's right. I'm Ranco Xoriymu, a keyblade master.  Rexon, one of the contenders in this strange game, is my apprentice.  I take it you were in the same war as him, right Evan?"  Now pointing to Terranort, Ranco asks:  "And you sir?"

 

"Well... you could say we were in the same boat.. " Evan said as he remembered that last moment... when he used all his power to weaken Saez... but what Ranco did in that place? he was the master of Rexon... so that means he was powerful... mmmm. Evan thought as he looked back to the man called Terranort. 

Terry gave Ranco a stony look before answering."For ease of identification, I will simply introduce myself as Terranort." He introduced himself. "And I'm here..."He paused, not sure how to go on. They could help with protecting her, but could he trust them?"To make sure an old colleague is kept safe. Her identity isn't important right now."

"Mmmm I guess... well not like any of us can do something right now... that´s why we are reunited here, right?" He asked with a face of concern. 

[Ultimus Grid 546]

"It's true we can't do anything yet, but I want to believe that will change.  That might be the case Evan, but it also raises another question.  Why are we here?  I'm sure everyone in this room is supposed to be presumed dead, one way or another.  There's also the matter of 'What is the purpose of our revival and meeting?', and 'Are we alive, or deceased with tangible forms?'.  So many circumstances to consider."  Ranco says.

Edited March 28, 2014 by Ultimus Grid

[Arya Stark 1,337]

~Elsewhere~

"Quite the questions," A more mature female voice answered Ranco. The woman leans forward over the table, her hands clasped together. Long dark purple hair frames her face, and her piercing blue eyes gaze into the souls of the others. She has a remarkable resemblance to one of the participants, specifically of the desert nomads. "My name is Cordelia Orem, and I am the mother of Mes Orem, in the desert." Cordelia said clearly, making sure her words weren't misunderstood. She had been the one to gather this particular group of people. Only one remained that had not said anything. The boy brought his face into the light. He had sky blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and an easy smile. His simplistic white t-shirt, black hoodie, and blue jeans suggested a humble background. He spoke up.

"Last one am I? My name is Marcus Neyelmnik, and I used to be a good friend of Walter Evergreen," Marcus paused for a second, before continuing.

"Before I was killed by Sylar."

~~~~~~~

None other than the psychopath mentioned Elsewhere, appeared from a shadow behind Joshua. Oh, Lira had done a fantastic job. All he had to do now was tip this poor child over the edge.Sylar leaned down to Joshua, "Peek a boo" He whispered. Sylar grabbed Joshua, putting his hand over the kid's mouth, and stepping through the barrier that prevented the campers from leaving their designated campsites. The killer let go of Joshua, but it was too late. The barrier was soundproof. "Now, now Joshua. I have a proposition for you my lovely child." His voice was saturated with sarcasm and terrifying connotations. "You are lost, and alone, banished by your group. My group on the other hand, always welcome new members. You can come with me, and enjoy a shred of my power. All this darkness, and a little pinprick of light, all that power I got from a young kid just like you. His name was Joshua too. He ended sacrificing himself to save his friends. He sacrificed himself to me, so that I wouldn't hurt his friends. Now I want to give some of that power back to another young Joshua, in hopes that he might become an ally. So, how goes it Josh? Power or death? Right or wrong? Left or right?" Sylar presented Joshua with a

CHOICE!

Joshua can either accept Sylar's gift of power, and fight alongside him to cause chaos among he groups, or he can decline and risk death, or worse. Now remember, no one can interfere. This is his choice to make alone.

~~~~~~

Neena nodded as Noah told her his deal. Miserable... That was a word for her problem. "Got a lot of tragedy over here. First off, parents, friends, family, all killed. My home was burned to the ground. Second one wasn't much better... Had a friend, friend was betrayed, and killed. Not a lot of room for happy endings at the moment." Neena said, recapping her memories. She didn't even try to touch on the whole "keyblade" thing. That was too complicated for her to make sense of at the moment.

~~~~~~

Ryonne stood as Dom announced her intentions. "If I may, can I accompany you?" He asked politely. He had simply been sharpening his sword by the fire, trying to make sense of his fragmented memory. Something to do was exactly what he needed to get this off his mind. He sheathed his blade again, and walked forward to stand next to the woman. He had had little interaction with her so far, but she seemed capable enough.

~~~~~~

Mes nodded tiredly at Derik's response. She propped herself up off the ground on her elbow, and yawned again, continuing to look at Derik. "So, she's like your wife or something? I guess it's good to have somebody to look for after this whole ordeal is over."

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Kelly woke up, feeling more pain from losing the one she loved more than anything. She still couldn't think of any other memory that might have come to her. It was as though she didn't have memories of anyone else but Horizont. Almost like he was the only thing she cared about, and casted everyone else aside. She thought to herself that if she knew about Horizont and no one else, well maybe she really did have all the memories she needed, which means no matter how she played the game, she would not receive anymore memories, she thought, no, knew that she was the wildcard in the game. There was no one who could tell her how to play this game, and no one forcing her to. She didn't have anything to go back to, and so there was nothing making her play this stupid game much longer. She got up and looked at the sky. "Hey voice! I just realized, you have nothing holding me back here! I don't have anyone to go back to, my love is dead! That means there is nothing you can do to force me to play this game any longer! That says that I am the wildcard in this game, and you cant mess with me any longer!" Kelly said. Her appearance then started to change, her hair was now black with it in a long styled ponytail, her eyes were growing green, her outfit then changed into a black short dress, and she looked more evil.

Harry looked at him. "Yeah, I guess we should get started. I have to get back to Annistha as soon as possible, for she would know me better than I know myself. All I wonder is how I am in love with a nexus, seems too confusing." Harry said, mainly the last part to himself. He then got up and looked at his team. "Everyone, we should get started on this day!" Harry said with a smile.

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{Dom}

Dom paused a moment, then nodded. Scouting with a partner felt better then scouting alone.

"Sure." She said. "Two sets of eyes are better the then one."

She paused for a moment, then snorted.

"Not sure how that saying works with a seeing eye patch, though. Still, tag along if you like."

Dom headed out of camp, moving as quietly as possible. Her instincts told her silence was better, but her nerves were on edge. She needed some sort of noise.

"So, what do you think of our chances?" She asked Ryonne bluntly.

 

{Terranort}

Terry pushed pushed his seat back a little and watched the others. Friends, parents, lovers. It seemed all were here. Not for the first time, he wondered how well the "powers that be" knew their subjects and how many more were out there, with loved ones in the line of fire.

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(I like how the group has not looked for Walter or Joshua)

[Guest]

~Elsewhere~"Quite the questions," A more mature female voice answered Ranco. The woman leans forward over the table, her hands clasped together. Long dark purple hair frames her face, and her piercing blue eyes gaze into the souls of the others. She has a remarkable resemblance to one of the participants, specifically of the desert nomads. "My name is Cordelia Orem, and I am the mother of Mes Orem, in the desert." Cordelia said clearly, making sure her words weren't misunderstood. She had been the one to gather this particular group of people. Only one remained that had not said anything. The boy brought his face into the light. He had sky blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and an easy smile. His simplistic white t-shirt, black hoodie, and blue jeans suggested a humble background. He spoke up."Last one am I? My name is Marcus Neyelmnik, and I used to be a good friend of Walter Evergreen," Marcus paused for a second, before continuing."Before I was killed by Sylar."~~~~~~~None other than the psychopath mentioned Elsewhere, appeared from a shadow behind Joshua. Oh, Lira had done a fantastic job. All he had to do now was tip this poor child over the edge.Sylar leaned down to Joshua, "Peek a boo" He whispered. Sylar grabbed Joshua, putting his hand over the kid's mouth, and stepping through the barrier that prevented the campers from leaving their designated campsites. The killer let go of Joshua, but it was too late. The barrier was soundproof. "Now, now Joshua. I have a proposition for you my lovely child." His voice was saturated with sarcasm and terrifying connotations. "You are lost, and alone, banished by your group. My group on the other hand, always welcome new members. You can come with me, and enjoy a shred of my power. All this darkness, and a little pinprick of light, all that power I got from a young kid just like you. His name was Joshua too. He ended sacrificing himself to save his friends. He sacrificed himself to me, so that I wouldn't hurt his friends. Now I want to give some of that power back to another young Joshua, in hopes that he might become an ally. So, how goes it Josh? Power or death? Right or wrong? Left or right?" Sylar presented Joshua with aCHOICE!Joshua can either accept Sylar's gift of power, and fight alongside him to cause chaos among he groups, or he can decline and risk death, or worse. Now remember, no one can interfere. This is his choice to make alone.~~~~~~Neena nodded as Noah told her his deal. Miserable... That was a word for her problem. "Got a lot of tragedy over here. First off, parents, friends, family, all killed. My home was burned to the ground. Second one wasn't much better... Had a friend, friend was betrayed, and killed. Not a lot of room for happy endings at the moment." Neena said, recapping her memories. She didn't even try to touch on the whole "keyblade" thing. That was too complicated for her to make sense of at the moment.~~~~~~Ryonne stood as Dom announced her intentions. "If I may, can I accompany you?" He asked politely. He had simply been sharpening his sword by the fire, trying to make sense of his fragmented memory. Something to do was exactly what he needed to get this off his mind. He sheathed his blade again, and walked forward to stand next to the woman. He had had little interaction with her so far, but she seemed capable enough.~~~~~~Mes nodded tiredly at Derik's response. She propped herself up off the ground on her elbow, and yawned again, continuing to look at Derik. "So, she's like your wife or something? I guess it's good to have somebody to look for after this whole ordeal is over."

"Yes, she's my life, I don't know how my situation is at home, but knowing me, if I had a kid, I probably wouldn't want to leave her alone." He replied "So far as I can tell, with enough though, I was quite some time in the future in my world. We had mechas, but there was surprisingly small amount of humans. The weapons were advanced, and horrific. I witnessed a boy have his head shot somewhere else..." He added on. "It's a lot to take in."

 

 

(I like how the group has not looked for Walter or Joshua)

(Brooklyn is trapped in thought with the memory.)

Edited March 31, 2014 by Guest

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(@Josh wilson;  I'm sure Bronshu would look for them, but he's off fighting in a arena.)

 

"Someone had to bring them up."  Ranco replied.

 

 

"Haha, I guess so."  Bronshu said back to Robert.  Still down, he thinks:  Boy, this guy is good.  I need a moment to get together.  But I wonder if either of these two will let me.

Edited March 31, 2014 by Ultimus Grid

[CloakedSchemerX 1,011]

(I like how the group has not looked for Walter or Joshua)

(Lira set Walter back in his bedroll as if nothing ever happened. As for Joshua....[The spoilers are memories, of course. For anyone uninterested, go ahead and skip them {By the way, I'll post as Morgan and Noah later This took up a ton of time looking back into the Bibliotheca}])At first, Joshua kicked at Sylar, being grabbed. Yet...too shocked to even scream, as much as he wanted to. And if he did, he was far, and his voice was soft...would they even hear? Or even, would Ryonne and not the others? Joshua's life likely would have flashed before his eyes if he remembered any of it. He looked at Sylar, silently--fearfully. His expression seemed unstable, as if restraining himself from crying. He shivered, both cold of the night and afraid of his life, of his loneliness, of his memories, of the dark, and now Sylar. His stomach growled and his limbs fell limp, hungry and weak. His skin was pale, bloodless even, and his eyes watered and quivered, sorrowful and fearful. "...N-no...." He muttered, with great uncertainty. "...I don't...I don't want to. I don't care about power...I just want...." And now, most of all, his heart raced against his mind--emotion versus logic, as always. He paused, hesitantly. "...my friends...and family...." His eyes trailed almost everywhere, but slowly. Sylar was right. His group abandoned him, and threatened his death if he were to come back. Joshua's only memories circulated throughout his mind, having not worked up the courage to tell anyone any. Not even Walter.

"Are you going to read me a story?" I asked, patiently, yet eagerly at the same time."Not today." My dad would reply. It was the middle of the night, he tucked me into bed and shut off the lights. "I've seen you read, and write. I know you can make your own story, too. Then you can read to me," He added, closing the door, and leaving me alone with nothing but my stuffed tiger. I clenched onto it, practically squeezing it as I smiled at the thought. My own story! Ideas ran through my head, and I began to fall asleep, gleefully, with my head against my pillow and my arms coiled around my tiger.-------------------------I came home from school the next day. I strolled, not really taking my time or rushing, but at a decent pace. The smell of charcoal, ash, and even burnt sulfur permeated the air. A bit displeased, I hurried home. That was the source.A few corpses were covered and taken away. I knew immediately who they were, and right in front of me, my home burnt and burnt and burnt to the ground. My hope dissipated. What little fortitude and strength I had to stay calm...was completely decimated with it. When the fires ceased, I stood miserably by my blackened home.Upon my feet, remained the half-burnt remnants of an old friend. My only friend. Some people would consider it, though, like I never had one. They might be right. That little tiger's courage died along with mine.

 

I...I really am only ever the happiest with Aisling. I hope she's okay. I remember her, but...I don't know what might happen while I'm here...in these games, restricted by amnesia.I remember so much joy with her. But I remember just as much sadness."You are my key keeper!""I ask of thee: art thou mankind?" "Nay...I am the world...the Lost World!""I'm not going to let you die either."(This world is just...horrible.)I had to keep her as safe as possible."You're blushing, Joshua."Did I...do I...really love her?"I—I might be the same Joshua...you've protected me so much...and been so loyal...I guess that that just happens, Joshua...and it's okay...."I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.Will you forgive me for everything?I remember the people we had met and known for only so long. And they did so much."Goodbye, Alexander...."Matthew soon fell back, dead with his sister.We were threatened by more than just personal enemies, or even the Phantoms. We lived at war-front.The sound of a gunshot executing a rebellious victim of this war...tragedy...this holocaust.(They're...not going to feed us, are they?)(If they're killing us...I'll die first!)My eyes widened as my ears could hear nothing but the constant buzz and ring of the shot, seeing the girl fall in death. One side of my mind felt sorry and horribly sad...the other...was different. From that moment...and a bit onward...I was insane.(Did we do something REALLY so horrible!? We...we had to...right? They wouldn't do this to innocents! We're...we're guilty...right? Why else would we be here?)I hadn't any control of myself."I can't lose you again...."I remember the others. Margaret, Anthea, Dante, Hiro, even Noah, and Elda. But...I remember more...about Dante."You see, what the two of you experienced certainly seems to be enough to traumatize you. I can assure that Joshua here is the type of person to take every detail into consideration. He was paying attention. Every sight, sound, and smell of the camp etched into Joshua's mind, all the death and torture. However, you, Aisling, did not. Surely you've acknowledged everything that went on around you, but your focus was instead centered on Joshua. You kept all of your focus on him. You did NOT react to the situation entirely, you reacted to JOSHUA'S own reaction. This is why things didn't etch in, this is why you weren't traumatized. In fact, back when I found you, Joshua was scarred enough to not be fazed by anything anymore. You still focused on him, which is why the death of that boy and girl didn't faze you either. Do you understand, Aisling?"She only cared about me. I lost everything of me, and she only paid attention to me...! She didn't care about anyone, or herself. But she cared about me. She is my friend. She is my family. Please...let her stay like that, forever."Dante is the one who made Joshua who he is now. Dante is the one who brought him to Aisling. Dante is the one who left the key for him. But, all in all, Dante is the one who led how things would turn out—starting from when Dante decided to burn every last speckle of Joshua's home to the ground! Including the parents, of course."

Joshua looked at Sylar with absolute dread. "...I...don't really want to hurt anyone...and I'm not going to hurt Walter...but...." He took a deep breath. He accepted Sylar's request. "...I'll join you."

Edited March 31, 2014 by CloakedSchemerX

[Guest]

(Lira set Walter back in his bedroll as if nothing ever happened. As for Joshua....[The spoilers are memories, of course. For anyone uninterested, go ahead and skip them {By the way, I'll post as Morgan and Noah later This took up a ton of time looking back into the Bibliotheca}])At first, Joshua kicked at Sylar, being grabbed. Yet...too shocked to even scream, as much as he wanted to. And if he did, he was far, and his voice was soft...would they even hear? Or even, would Ryonne and not the others? Joshua's life likely would have flashed before his eyes if he remembered any of it. He looked at Sylar, silently--fearfully. His expression seemed unstable, as if restraining himself from crying. He shivered, both cold of the night and afraid of his life, of his loneliness, of his memories, of the dark, and now Sylar. His stomach growled and his limbs fell limp, hungry and weak. His skin was pale, bloodless even, and his eyes watered and quivered, sorrowful and fearful. "...N-no...." He muttered, with great uncertainty. "...I don't...I don't want to. I don't care about power...I just want...." And now, most of all, his heart raced against his mind--emotion versus logic, as always. He paused, hesitantly. "...my friends...and family...." His eyes trailed almost everywhere, but slowly. Sylar was right. His group abandoned him, and threatened his death if he were to come back. Joshua's only memories circulated throughout his mind, having not worked up the courage to tell anyone any. Not even Walter.

"Are you going to read me a story?" I asked, patiently, yet eagerly at the same time."Not today." My dad would reply. It was the middle of the night, he tucked me into bed and shut off the lights. "I've seen you read, and write. I know you can make your own story, too. Then you can read to me," He added, closing the door, and leaving me alone with nothing but my stuffed tiger. I clenched onto it, practically squeezing it as I smiled at the thought. My own story! Ideas ran through my head, and I began to fall asleep, gleefully, with my head against my pillow and my arms coiled around my tiger.-------------------------I came home from school the next day. I strolled, not really taking my time or rushing, but at a decent pace. The smell of charcoal, ash, and even burnt sulfur permeated the air. A bit displeased, I hurried home. That was the source.A few corpses were covered and taken away. I knew immediately who they were, and right in front of me, my home burnt and burnt and burnt to the ground. My hope dissipated. What little fortitude and strength I had to stay calm...was completely decimated with it. When the fires ceased, I stood miserably by my blackened home.Upon my feet, remained the half-burnt remnants of an old friend. My only friend. Some people would consider it, though, like I never had one. They might be right. That little tiger's courage died along with mine.

 

I...I really am only ever the happiest with Aisling. I hope she's okay. I remember her, but...I don't know what might happen while I'm here...in these games, restricted by amnesia.I remember so much joy with her. But I remember just as much sadness."You are my key keeper!""I ask of thee: art thou mankind?" "Nay...I am the world...the Lost World!""I'm not going to let you die either."(This world is just...horrible.)I had to keep her as safe as possible."You're blushing, Joshua."Did I...do I...really love her?"I—I might be the same Joshua...you've protected me so much...and been so loyal...I guess that that just happens, Joshua...and it's okay...."I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.Will you forgive me for everything?I remember the people we had met and known for only so long. And they did so much."Goodbye, Alexander...."Matthew soon fell back, dead with his sister.We were threatened by more than just personal enemies, or even the Phantoms. We lived at war-front.The sound of a gunshot executing a rebellious victim of this war...tragedy...this holocaust.(They're...not going to feed us, are they?)(If they're killing us...I'll die first!)My eyes widened as my ears could hear nothing but the constant buzz and ring of the shot, seeing the girl fall in death. One side of my mind felt sorry and horribly sad...the other...was different. From that moment...and a bit onward...I was insane.(Did we do something REALLY so horrible!? We...we had to...right? They wouldn't do this to innocents! We're...we're guilty...right? Why else would we be here?)I hadn't any control of myself."I can't lose you again...."I remember the others. Margaret, Anthea, Dante, Hiro, even Noah, and Elda. But...I remember more...about Dante."You see, what the two of you experienced certainly seems to be enough to traumatize you. I can assure that Joshua here is the type of person to take every detail into consideration. He was paying attention. Every sight, sound, and smell of the camp etched into Joshua's mind, all the death and torture. However, you, Aisling, did not. Surely you've acknowledged everything that went on around you, but your focus was instead centered on Joshua. You kept all of your focus on him. You did NOT react to the situation entirely, you reacted to JOSHUA'S own reaction. This is why things didn't etch in, this is why you weren't traumatized. In fact, back when I found you, Joshua was scarred enough to not be fazed by anything anymore. You still focused on him, which is why the death of that boy and girl didn't faze you either. Do you understand, Aisling?"She only cared about me. I lost everything of me, and she only paid attention to me...! She didn't care about anyone, or herself. But she cared about me. She is my friend. She is my family. Please...let her stay like that, forever."Dante is the one who made Joshua who he is now. Dante is the one who brought him to Aisling. Dante is the one who left the key for him. But, all in all, Dante is the one who led how things would turn out—starting from when Dante decided to burn every last speckle of Joshua's home to the ground! Including the parents, of course."

Joshua looked at Sylar with absolute dread. "...I...don't really want to hurt anyone...and I'm not going to hurt Walter...but...." He took a deep breath. He accepted Sylar's request. "...I'll join you."

(Damn it! No!)Brooklyn finally awoke from his deep mental processing the dream. "I was a leader of an army...?" He wondered. In that Time, his barrier had only started to slightly deplete, but not by much, and he restored it quickly to full. "Where is that kid...? Joshua, wasn't it?" Brooklyn asked himself. "I'm going walking to see if I can find him. The little guy is pretty cool... Knowing how he was able to make baskets and collect fresh, non-poisonous fruit, he probably wandered off outside the barrier looking for fruit tree's and sticks for morning breakfast." He muttered, getting up. He could exit and enter the barrier as he so pleased, and could hold it up for about a half a miles distance out just in case he needed to exit it for some reason temporary. He walked outside the reach of the shield. Nothing. He started walking the perimeter. Even if he was wrong, it never hurt to check every area around. Had he known Joshua was being looked upon by the enemy, he wouldn't have waisted time, but all he did was walk.(It's Yuffie's choice if Brooklyn finds them.)

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"Oh, how wonderful." Sylar said, his grin spreading. Oh, he had a lot of plans for this child. And none of them went well for anyone. Except for him. He got a lot of power. Sylar and Joshua disappeared into the darkness of the night, just as Brooklyn rounded the corner. No trace was left of the boy that had been there a moment before.

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"Oh really." The Watcher whispered, specifically to Kelly. If Horizont was dead, then he definitely wasn't safe. Not from this enemy. The Watcher couldn't, wouldn't be stopped by the thin line between life and death. Kelly received a vision. Her love was in a café, watching a monitor. On the monitor was Kelly herself. Horizont pointed to the screen, and called over to the other viewers.

"That's my gal right there! Right there!"  The other people watching in the café cheered and whooped. They were all clearly having a great time, enjoying the television.

"You see," The Watcher whispered to Kelly again, "I do still hold all the cards, and if you want him to have a good afterlife, you better keep playing this game." The Watcher concluded, the voice blowing away with the wind. He was not heard from again that night.

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Mes nodded. "Sure is. All I got is a simple race with a friend. Happy, awesome, nothing wrong at all." Mes said, recounting Brooklyn and the impromptu glider race they had. She continued to gaze up at the stars. She lifted her red pendant to the sky, and sighed. "But I can't help but feel that it won't always be that way. I get a feeling there was a lot of pain and bitterness somewhere in my life."

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"Oh, how wonderful." Sylar said, his grin spreading. Oh, he had a lot of plans for this child. And none of them went well for anyone. Except for him. He got a lot of power. Sylar and Joshua disappeared into the darkness of the night, just as Brooklyn rounded the corner. No trace was left of the boy that had been there a moment before.~~~~"Oh really." The Watcher whispered, specifically to Kelly. If Horizont was dead, then he definitely wasn't safe. Not from this enemy. The Watcher couldn't, wouldn't be stopped by the thin line between life and death. Kelly received a vision. Her love was in a café, watching a monitor. On the monitor was Kelly herself. Horizont pointed to the screen, and called over to the other viewers."That's my gal right there! Right there!"  The other people watching in the café cheered and whooped. They were all clearly having a great time, enjoying the television."You see," The Watcher whispered to Kelly again, "I do still hold all the cards, and if you want him to have a good afterlife, you better keep playing this game." The Watcher concluded, the voice blowing away with the wind. He was not heard from again that night.~~~~~Mes nodded. "Sure is. All I got is a simple race with a friend. Happy, awesome, nothing wrong at all." Mes said, recounting Brooklyn and the impromptu glider race they had. She continued to gaze up at the stars. She lifted her red pendant to the sky, and sighed. "But I can't help but feel that it won't always be that way. I get a feeling there was a lot of pain and bitterness somewhere in my life."

Brooklyn made his rounds around. Maybe Joshua was the one taken for the night? He didn't know. He gave up and walked into the field again, to Ryonne. "Oi. Ryonne, everyone accounted for?" He asked."Hey, take it in stride, no matter how bad the pain it made you who you are today. Don't forget that. Honestly, with what I can figure so far, I probably had a rough childhood as well, so I can relate." He responded. "I may seem pretty agro on the outside, more or less its just a cover. I don't feel entirely confident in my abilities or skills, something naggs at me that I'm not good enough. I don't know. Maybe that race is worth something much more to you and you don't even know it yet, so don't take it for granted that your memory was big or small, OK?" He added on. "Don't let the pain keep you down, no matter how bad it gets. Just let them run you through, then take their blow like its noting and use their lame attempt to help you win." He also added. "Anyway, my memories so far haven't been anything too plesent, up until the very end of the last one, and it feels like it is one of the highlights of my life." He finished with a chuckle. "Though I feel even better moments to come, I think its because their all intertwined."