The Amnesia Games (RP)

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

"It's ok..." He created a flashlight, and put it in the boys hands. "We are your friends... In the same boat as you." His voice was calm, soothing, and trustworthy. He smiled an nodded to the boy.

[Guest]

"It's ok..." He created a flashlight, and put it in the boys hands. "We are your friends... In the same boat as you." His voice was calm, soothing, and trustworthy. He smiled an nodded to the boy.

Auron - Suddenly Auron feel something behind, it was Mes who tapped his shoulder a little, she moved her lips however no sound came from it. "Great... just what I needed...Oh wait a sec!" he thought while pulling out his videogame, it has many fuctions however it also worked like a message box or something like that for the Reaper´s Game, entering the function he gave it to Mes while saying: "I can´t hear anything, we need to me fast before the smoke reach us. If needed please type what you want to say on this! Reiner -A dark memory... fire burning, blue skyes and a great windmill in the center of a town. the image changed to a foggy image of a girl with red hair, a green shine covering everything around and then darkness surrounding everything. That was the last memory alongside his name that Reiner could remember before waking up in a dark hallway. He was about to get up when suddenly he was kicked by something ... or someone. getting up he looked closely to the two persons in front of him. "Ngr... be careful where you move!"  After one of them, Walter introduced himself, suddenly the other person interrupted, as he suspected of him... about something he couldn´t understand already. " Whoa whoa! waith a sec! where are we? What do you mean? by your look you could be some kind of enemy!" he said while grabbing the handles of his swords. HE looked one more time, trying to see the people´s reaction.  Elsewhere - Evan -"So Marcus... any idea where to start looking around? Evan said while looking at his surroundings. The black market area was like a factory enviroment, pieces of crap and metal decorated the area, while some of these worked as ceilings for shops and houses. The screens were showing the Game for people´s enjoyment. A certain thing than Evan though was shameless. "Mmmm ... this place is huge indeed, I wonder why he wanted to bring all of us back?" he said on a thinkful sound.

"Walter... your too naive." Brooklyn plainly said. "We mean no harm to you, unless you mean to harm us. What are you? Player, or a tool of the Watchers?" Brooklyn asked.

[Daniel Black 1,981]

"Walter... your too naive." Brooklyn plainly said. "We mean no harm to you, unless you mean to harm us. What are you? Player, or a tool of the Watchers?" Brooklyn asked.

 

"It's ok..." He created a flashlight, and put it in the boys hands. "We are your friends... In the same boat as you." His voice was calm, soothing, and trustworthy. He smiled an nodded to the boy.

"Sigh... too much questions, I jjust appeared here from nowhere, my head is messed up you know?" Reiner said as he went off guard. "Well at least you are too naive for be enemies you know. I´m Reiner. So, any of you can explain me what the hell is going on?"

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

Walter sighed. "Well... As I said, we are in the same boat as you. We know what we are supposed to do, but not the question of where we are..." He scratched his head. "The theory with me is that we come from different places across the universe. We were brought here by forces we do not know of, but what is known for sure is that we are playing in some sick game. He has robbed us of our memories, wich work as a mission for completing his tasks..." He turned on the light. "We are being hunted by an enemy group member. He is from my world, and is demented as they come..."

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Walter sighed. "Well... As I said, we are in the same boat as you. We know what we are supposed to do, but not the question of where we are..." He scratched his head. "The theory with me is that we come from different places across the universe. We were brought here by forces we do not know of, but what is known for sure is that we are playing in some sick game. He has robbed us of our memories, wich work as a mission for completing his tasks..." He turned on the light. "We are being hunted by an enemy group member. He is from my world, and is demented as they come..."

"So ...in resume we are suck in some parallel place and such... and we are chased by a god modding like entity... " Reiner said while scratching his head a little. " Surely I´m not sleeping right?" he said as he looked to the red haired guy. "And I suposse you have a name right?"

[Guest]

"So ...in resume we are suck in some parallel place and such... and we are chased by a god modding like entity... " Reiner said while scratching his head a little. " Surely I´m not sleeping right?" he said as he looked to the red haired guy. "And I suposse you have a name right?"

"Brooklyn, team stratagist and overprocautious second in command of out group." Brooklyn replied dryly.

[WakingDawn96 1,166]

Kelly looked at the newcomer. "I'm Princess Kelly of the Sun Kingdom. As for a god modding entity, you got that part right." Kelly said.

 

Hook looked at the girl that was helping him. "Why, why are you helping someone you don't know?" Hook asked. He was still in pain but was trying to walk with this person the best he could.

 

Luke came through the tear and ended up in the hallway. "Well, I told you that would get us out. Now where are we?" Luke asked.

 

Peter and Harry looked around. They needed to move away from this area soon, before anything else could happen.

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

"If you want to go into one of the likely zombie buildings where there's little room to avoid being bitten to go climb some stairs, be my guest." Robert said to Abisk, who was getting on his nerves.

 

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. Well then, what now?" Braxen asked Derik.

[Guest]

"If you want to go into one of the likely zombie buildings where there's little room to avoid being bitten to go climb some stairs, be my guest." Robert said to Abisk, who was getting on his nerves. "Oh yeah, forgot about that. Well then, what now?" Braxen asked Derik.

"Well, if memory serves, buildings also often have objects to bash zombies with most of the time, am I wrong?" Abisk replied."Well, if I remember right, if we take the direction we were facing as north, then it would have been Northwestish area, so we head that way, I assume. C'mon, everybody! Derik yelled, picking up Braxen and beginning to run.

[Daniel Black 1,981]

"Brooklyn, team stratagist and overprocautious second in command of out group." Brooklyn replied dryly.

 

Kelly looked at the newcomer. "I'm Princess Kelly of the Sun Kingdom. As for a god modding entity, you got that part right." Kelly said.Hook looked at the girl that was helping him. "Why, why are you helping someone you don't know?" Hook asked. He was still in pain but was trying to walk with this person the best he could.Luke came through the tear and ended up in the hallway. "Well, I told you that would get us out. Now where are we?" Luke asked.Peter and Harry looked around. They needed to move away from this area soon, before anything else could happen.

- Reiner -

"Nice to meet you Kelly" Reiner replied as he looked around once more. "So where are we suposse to go?" he said looking at Brooklyn and Walter

[Ultimus Grid 546]

"A long narrow hallway.  A kind of thing you think you've seen before."  Bronshu replies to Luke.  "Who knows what kind traps can be here."

Edited May 16, 2014 by Ultimus Grid

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{Dom}

Dom made it to the roof of the old mansion, then glanced down. No sign of the guy who attacked her, or anyone else, for that matter. She was staring to get really worried about the others. She need to find the highest window and work her way down. Maybe she could finish this game faster that way.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Rija looked at the newcomer. "You're asking this now?!" She exclaimed, more than a little irked at his doubting of her. Neither of them was in a position to stop moving. A zombie lunged at her, and Rija dodged out of the way, and brought her leg down on it's head, crushing it's skull. "If you must now, I am a soldier. It is my job to help others who can't help themselves. Now let's get going!" Rija said exasperated. She began to run towards the lift where Neena had been earlier.

~~~~~

Neena sighed, irritated that continuing to move was not at the top of the list of priorities. "Most of these buildings are in ruins, the chances of finding a perfect staircase in a building where a horde of undead aren't waiting to eat our brains is low. And I had thought of climbing them myself, but I'd rather not leave you all behind. Now, instead of this silly argument, let us go to our destination so we can leave." Neena said, hoping her words would effectively end the discussion. If her words didn't, then the fact that she began to sprint towards the lift once more certainly would.

~~~~~~

Ryonne continued to stare at the hallway, and at the door at the other end. He sighed. "No choice. We have to move forward." He said. Ryonne began to walk forward cautiously, watching for motion out of the corner of his eyes, and keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade, just in case. This entire mansion had bad written all over it, and that was why they had decided not to go inside, but now that they were inside. They were left with only one direction to go.

~~~~~~

Mes looked at Derik. "Maybe in a little." She said, still a little angry. Then she focused her attentions back on Auron. Of course! His game thing would help them communicate. She grabbed it out of his hands, and wrote, "Excellent. Just follow us, and kill baddies for now. That cool with you?" She passed the device back to Auron, and flashed him a grin and thumbs-up. She turned back to everybody. "If everybody is adjust well enough, we should probably get going before that mist gets here." Mes called back to the group of people around.

[Guest]

Rija looked at the newcomer. "You're asking this now?!" She exclaimed, more than a little irked at his doubting of her. Neither of them was in a position to stop moving. A zombie lunged at her, and Rija dodged out of the way, and brought her leg down on it's head, crushing it's skull. "If you must now, I am a soldier. It is my job to help others who can't help themselves. Now let's get going!" Rija said exasperated. She began to run towards the lift where Neena had been earlier.~~~~~Neena sighed, irritated that continuing to move was not at the top of the list of priorities. "Most of these buildings are in ruins, the chances of finding a perfect staircase in a building where a horde of undead aren't waiting to eat our brains is low. And I had thought of climbing them myself, but I'd rather not leave you all behind. Now, instead of this silly argument, let us go to our destination so we can leave." Neena said, hoping her words would effectively end the discussion. If her words didn't, then the fact that she began to sprint towards the lift once more certainly would.~~~~~~Ryonne continued to stare at the hallway, and at the door at the other end. He sighed. "No choice. We have to move forward." He said. Ryonne began to walk forward cautiously, watching for motion out of the corner of his eyes, and keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade, just in case. This entire mansion had bad written all over it, and that was why they had decided not to go inside, but now that they were inside. They were left with only one direction to go.~~~~~~Mes looked at Derik. "Maybe in a little." She said, still a little angry. Then she focused her attentions back on Auron. Of course! His game thing would help them communicate. She grabbed it out of his hands, and wrote, "Excellent. Just follow us, and kill baddies for now. That cool with you?" She passed the device back to Auron, and flashed him a grin and thumbs-up. She turned back to everybody. "If everybody is adjust well enough, we should probably get going before that mist gets here." Mes called back to the group of people around.

 

 

Abisk kept the pace up. "But zombies are slow, we're all decently-speedy, and jumping shouldn't be an issue, and as well as that if we can't get to our goal in time for the day, we need somewhere to camp anyway." Abisk made his point as well.

 

Derik was already pretty far. "I'm almost half way there, half way there, half way there..." he mumbled the quote.

 

- Reiner -

"Nice to meet you Kelly" Reiner replied as he looked around once more. "So where are we suposse to go?" he said looking at Brooklyn and Walter

"Down the hallway. I would rather just burn it all to the ground, but tiny fireballs can't do the same damage as before." Brooklyn replied

[Ultimus Grid 546]

"Right."  Bronshu replies.  He holds out his pins in case of anything.  Then he starts walking down the hallway.

 

"I can't tell where the mist IS since....you know."  Rexon says, waving his right hand in front of his face.  He shrugs his shoulders and decides to listen in on who talks to move forward.

 

After agreeing with Cordelia, Ranco asks:  "So miss Cordelia, where or what should we do first in order to make contact with the players?"

[Daniel Black 1,981]

~~~~~~Mes looked at Derik. "Maybe in a little." She said, still a little angry. Then she focused her attentions back on Auron. Of course! His game thing would help them communicate. She grabbed it out of his hands, and wrote, "Excellent. Just follow us, and kill baddies for now. That cool with you?" She passed the device back to Auron, and flashed him a grin and thumbs-up. She turned back to everybody. "If everybody is adjust well enough, we should probably get going before that mist gets here." Mes called back to the group of people around.

 

Derik was already pretty far. "I'm almost half way there, half way there, half way there..." he mumbled the quote.

 

"Down the hallway. I would rather just burn it all to the ground, but tiny fireballs can't do the same damage as before." Brooklyn replied

 

Auron~

"Well it looks like this will be a messy stuff... " Auron thought while looking at Mes grin and Thumb-up. Then he changed the function of his game to the attack mode, getting in and almost complete command just in case, "Alright I´m ready, let´s go everyone!" He said now more confident... until he saw Derik a few meters away from them... yelling "halfway there, halfway there" ...." Sigh nevermind... just let´s move already..." he said with his hopes in humanity broken. 

 

Reiner~

"Oh... I see.. " Reiner said while looking at the floor just a little more... "Mmm maybe I can use my magic... you know?" he said while trying to charge energy. 

 

(Meanwhile in the black market... ) 

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Robert nodded his head and followed after Neena. [Finally we can get back to business!] he thought.

 

Baxen laughed when he heard Derik's quote. He couldn't remember where he'd heard it, but he'd certainly heard it before. "All righty then." Braxen said, and followed after Derik.

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{Dom}

Dom finally pulled herself up to the highest window she could safely get to. There might be more, higher up, but she was sure she didn't have the equipment to try it to her satisfaction. Pulling out her gunblade, she took a deep breath and dove through the window, coming up in a defensive stance for what ever was inside.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

(For now, anything in italics is Watcher, since I cannot remember the code for centering)

 

Excellent excellent!

Quite the show we have today!

So many trials, hardships, arguments!

But let's mix things up a tad!

One memory for everybody!

Just to accelerate things!

Now, have fun with your memories, and your new guests!

 

Everywhere, every participant received a memory.

~~~~~~

Rija's memory shocked and stunned her. But there was no time to reminisce. She must be going. The soldier spotted a girl, a little ahead of her, some zombies beginning to surround her. Rija ran as fast as she could, and reaching the closing ring of zoms, grabbed two heads and slammed them on the cracked asphalt, crushing their skulls. "Let's go!" Rija yelled at the girl. Azalea Oen smiled and dashed next to the soldier.

"Not going to argue with someone who just did that." The Blizzard said with a slight grin. Rija couldn't help but return the smile. It was infectious.

"We gotta make it to that lift. That's how we'll make it out of this city of the dead." Rija said, pointing out their destination. Azalea nodded.

"Got it. Let's move." She agreed. Together, the Blizzard and the Soldier started running towards the lift.

~~~~

Ryonne nodded. His memory hadn't been particularly stressful, nor life-changing, so he needed to keep leading. "Let's start moving down this hallway." He said. Bronshu did not disagree, and together they walked down the hallway. They moved cautiously, ready for anything. They did so... for a long time. Finally, something appeared in their path. A boy, a bit younger than the swordsman. Nikolai Lantsov appeared a bit confused.

"Now how did I get here? And who in the world are you two?" Nikolai said warily. Preemptively, Nikolai laid a hand on his saber hilt.

"Hold. We do not wish to fight." Ryonne replied, holding up a palm. "My name is Ryonne, and this is Bronshu. We are currently trapped in a game where we must fight and travel to get our memories back. Our current goal is to find the master of this mansion so that we might escape and get back on track." The Swordsman spoke slowly and clearly, hoping to keep everything simple.

"Hmm, fancy that, I really can't remember anything. Alright, I believe you. My name is Nikolai Lantsov. Let's go." Nikolai accepted facts blindly. Ryonne blinked, a little surprised that the boy took the news so easily. Oh well, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nikolai now led the way as they walked down the seemingly never ending hallway.

~~~~~

As everyone recovered from their memories, it became obvious that something was off. Mes gripped One Winged Angel. Yes, definitely off. Then something rustled in the bushes off the trail. The sound of footsteps began to thunder from the same direction. Soon enough, a huge wolf-bear thing crashed out of the trees. Atop the beast, a rider sat, clutching a spear. Doctor Pellinore Warthrop turned his Vukodlak swiftly. "I recommend running. There is a rather large group of hostile natives behind me." The Doctor warned the travelers, not daring to stop as his Vukodlak continued running down the trail. Mes, a little perplexed, glanced down the way the Doctor had come. A dart blew past her ear and stuck in a tree behind her.

"He wasn't lying!" Mes cried out, turning tail and running down the trail. Out of the jungle, hundreds of cat people of all shapes, sizes, and fur patterns came crashing. Fighting would be foolish, leaving running as the better option.

 

(Next time, I swear I'll go back to the Elsewhere storyline, but for now I just wanted to get everybody back up.)

[Guest]

(For now, anything in italics is Watcher, since I cannot remember the code for centering)Excellent excellent!Quite the show we have today!So many trials, hardships, arguments!But let's mix things up a tad!One memory for everybody!Just to accelerate things!Now, have fun with your memories, and your new guests!Everywhere, every participant received a memory.~~~~~~Rija's memory shocked and stunned her. But there was no time to reminisce. She must be going. The soldier spotted a girl, a little ahead of her, some zombies beginning to surround her. Rija ran as fast as she could, and reaching the closing ring of zoms, grabbed two heads and slammed them on the cracked asphalt, crushing their skulls. "Let's go!" Rija yelled at the girl. Azalea Oen smiled and dashed next to the soldier."Not going to argue with someone who just did that." The Blizzard said with a slight grin. Rija couldn't help but return the smile. It was infectious."We gotta make it to that lift. That's how we'll make it out of this city of the dead." Rija said, pointing out their destination. Azalea nodded."Got it. Let's move." She agreed. Together, the Blizzard and the Soldier started running towards the lift.~~~~Ryonne nodded. His memory hadn't been particularly stressful, nor life-changing, so he needed to keep leading. "Let's start moving down this hallway." He said. Bronshu did not disagree, and together they walked down the hallway. They moved cautiously, ready for anything. They did so... for a long time. Finally, something appeared in their path. A boy, a bit younger than the swordsman. Nikolai Lantsov appeared a bit confused. "Now how did I get here? And who in the world are you two?" Nikolai said warily. Preemptively, Nikolai laid a hand on his saber hilt. "Hold. We do not wish to fight." Ryonne replied, holding up a palm. "My name is Ryonne, and this is Bronshu. We are currently trapped in a game where we must fight and travel to get our memories back. Our current goal is to find the master of this mansion so that we might escape and get back on track." The Swordsman spoke slowly and clearly, hoping to keep everything simple."Hmm, fancy that, I really can't remember anything. Alright, I believe you. My name is Nikolai Lantsov. Let's go." Nikolai accepted facts blindly. Ryonne blinked, a little surprised that the boy took the news so easily. Oh well, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nikolai now led the way as they walked down the seemingly never ending hallway.~~~~~As everyone recovered from their memories, it became obvious that something was off. Mes gripped One Winged Angel. Yes, definitely off. Then something rustled in the bushes off the trail. The sound of footsteps began to thunder from the same direction. Soon enough, a huge wolf-bear thing crashed out of the trees. Atop the beast, a rider sat, clutching a spear. Doctor Pellinore Warthrop turned his Vukodlak swiftly. "I recommend running. There is a rather large group of hostile natives behind me." The Doctor warned the travelers, not daring to stop as his Vukodlak continued running down the trail. Mes, a little perplexed, glanced down the way the Doctor had come. A dart blew past her ear and stuck in a tree behind her. "He wasn't lying!" Mes cried out, turning tail and running down the trail. Out of the jungle, hundreds of cat people of all shapes, sizes, and fur patterns came crashing. Fighting would be foolish, leaving running as the better option.(Next time, I swear I'll go back to the Elsewhere storyline, but for now I just wanted to get everybody back up.)

Derik felt the memory wash over him his. Last sweet memory as a kid, it was.Derik walked down the illuminated streets, the metal sidewalk he walked around on clanging with every step. Behind him, an older woman, presumably his grandmother from the tough look in her eyes and the fact she had a set of knives strapped to he side, like always. He was much smaller at that time, maybe no older than seven or eight, as they walked, she extruded a powerful presence compared to him, but you could only feel the boy's joy beaming from his face. As he walked, he looked around, seeing a man rushing at him. "What...?" He wispered, tilting his head, when his grandmother pulled him out of the way. When she did, the man made an abrupt stop and struck at her, but she dodged the blow, ducking below it and driving a jab into his gut, sending him into the street. After that, his grandma pulled him behind her, and turned him around. "Derik... honey, run.. here..." she handed him a small, yellowish packet, and then turned around. Boys, lots of them. "Yo, granny. You shoulda just given us the kid. We got some guys who wanna buy him, you woulda got a 20% cut of the profit, or, I guess 15% now, since you knocked over my friend there." Derik's grandmother snarled like a tiger, and since she did, Derik knew that when she meant to run, he really needed to run. He dashed as far and fast away as he could, panting as he clutched the baggie, the sounds of harsh fighting were in the background. After a half a kilometer, Derik ran out of juice and passed out on the floor. Next morning, he found out his grandmother, who as tough as she was, died in the fight to keep him alive. She defeated all of the thugs, however, thus keeping him safe. Derik arranged for the ceremonies himself; his parents didn't care about her being dead, the last loved one he had that he knew for sure loved him was now gone. She wasn't there much in his live, but when she was, she always had a packet of butterscotch, a new pair of sun glasses, and a encouraging pat on the head. He did not open the packet until the day of the funeral. Only after the services, and only after everyone left, did he open the packet. Inside, a small cube, made to store a few things in a compact area. Derik unlocked and opened the cube, and it's contents flashed onto the floor: a pair of black, semi-circle sunglasses, a special pair, they were made to filter out light, store the filtered light, and allow him to see in the dark by releasing it slowly, they were her personal pair. He wondered why she hadn't had them on her that day. The next, a swatch of black, metallic cloth with an ordering number and a very strong-looking needle. Last, and finally, exactly twenty-three butterscotch candies, Derik's favorite number and her own personal recipe butterscotch- Derik's favorite thing in the world, since she only made it for him. On the back of the ordering instructions, a note was left for him. "My dear, sweet Derik. Live on for me. I'm sorry I never got to watch you grow up, find a wife, have my grandchildren. I'm sorry I never got to dance, or sing, or run with you in the sprinklers again. I'm sorry I never got to be with you too much in your life. I never did get around to teaching you everything, did I? Well... I can't say I can now. I want you to go on. Don't hate anyone, not for any wrong they do. Put up an act, if you need to, and survive however you have to and protect the others in your life when they need it. Be tough, be strong, I know this hurts. If you think of me, ever, just remember: I'm always here." At the bottom, cursive writing, her signature, and a stamp: three circles, barely joined together with a slight bit of line, creating curves on the inside. In each circle, an orb-like shape with a divit in it in the center, though it's small, embossed in it is a scrolling-font-written-word: Contenue. It was etched in with other languages, all of them saying something probably similar, but it was too small to see all of it. "The family crest..." He muttered. Derik crumpled the paper in his fist tight as he cried, sobbing, moaning with that sadness. It was hard to get on with his life knowing she loved, but he never got to be around her more. He remembered pushing these memories to the deepest part of his subconscious so he could keep sane. "Grandma..." He muttered, suddenly back at the forest, men were rushing at them. "I'll hold them off best I can, but I don't have enough throwing picks to deal with this many!" Derik yelled, beginning to run backwards as he threw picks at the horde, as well aas keep away from the oncoming onslaught. Brooklyn's mind grew to a haze as he remembered the next memory. It came to him quickly, rushing into his mind and putting him back into the combat of that moment. "This is it!" He yelled, striking at a gigantic creature, grey, mishap end and odd-looking with multiple eyes, the beast came crashing down, and only a moment later, boy crash landed. A boy he knew. A crimson and brick-red cloak covered the boy's longer, stick-esk body, his hair was so white and long the winter could envy it. "K-Kain!?" He yelled, only moments later being knocked unconcious by him being stabbed by "Kain"'s weapon, a Keyblade. When he came to, Kain contenue his onslaught, eventually knocking Brooklyn down again. "Snow is eccentially dead, and it's your fault!". He could hear the snide voice of Kain yell as he monolouged, and things went black again, very black. In this dark area, after what seemed like the end of time had ended itself, a voice slightly echoed in his head, with a sweet, yet strained and consented tone in it, calling out to him. "Brookie... Brookie, you have to wake up!" He could hear beING screamed at him, he awoke, darkness swirling around him, like a gale of darkness had gathered into a small ball. He could feel it's cool embrace trying to drag him back to the end of eternity, but the warm voice of this girl kept ringing in hie ears. "Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" It cried. "Snow...?" He questioned aloud, before finally the darkness broke, and he drifted, exausted, to the floor.Waking back up in the real world, Brooklyn clutched his chest: his heart hurt, it felt like he could have burst into flame then and there. "Darkness..." He muttered, falling to the ground.Abisk felt like he was watching a recording. A girl, Keimei, he knew her somehow. They were praticing Sword Skills in a secluded area of the forest. Once she figured out the tecnique, he felt like dancing. "It's normal to celebrate with dancing, at least for me it is. Will you dance with me?" He asked the girl, Kei. She responded with "U-um... OK.." He could tell it was awkward-seeming, but he didn't care. Beginning to do a ballroom-style dance with her, all he could really remember from then-on was how much he liked that girl. When he came around, a zombie had grabbed onto his foot. "Hey man, I need that!" He yelled, stomping his heavy boot into its skull and running away.

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Robert's memory came quickly, and like the last two, wasn't exactly a pleasant one.

 

Once again, Robert was in the clothes he was currently wearing, and looked to be exactly the same age. He also appeared to be fighting against a psychopath named Sylar along with two others, a young boy who could manipulate shadow named Joshua, and a young man wearing headphones named Hazimae. For whatever reason, when Robert looked at these two people, he felt profound sadness, grief even. [Could they... could they have died?] present day Robert thought to himself as he saw Sylar nearly kill his past self at least twice before the three of them, well four if you count a young woman called Yumi, who was sent flying away from the battlefield shortly after she arrived, finally escaped.

 

Robert finally came back to his senses just in time to jump out of the way before a zombie could bite him in the arm. [Woah, that was close.] he thought, before grabbing the zombie by the head and snapping it's neck. [i don't get it, why would I get that memory?] Robert thought, and then realized it must have something to do with the psychopathic super-powered Sylar, although he didn't know why yet. He then proceeded to head toward the lift.

Edited July 31, 2014 by Captain Arrowguns

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{Dom}

Dom found an empty room on the other side of the window she went through. So, now she had to find out where the others were and help them. She stepped forward, then crumpled up onto the ground, grabbing at her head as a memory unfolded in her mind.

 

~*<The light faded from around Dom and she stood up. She flexed her arms and took a deep breath. She felt whole again. She knew she was different than she was before, but that didn't matter. She was who she had to be, she knew that. She maybe be damaged, but she was no longer broken. She opened her eyes. Her eyes were still black, but with white irises.

She reached out and grabbed the book and held it in her hand. She smirked as she looked at it.

"Good to see you're still fully working, despite the burns." She said.

That's when she realized she could sense the magic and energies of the book and the world around her, though she was still blind. It wasn't the same as sight, but it was good enough to have her fight and function in the world. And with the patch eye Hazama gave her, she didn't have to worry about mistaking colors and words.

"Yes, madam." The book said. "Your actions did cause some discomfort, but you proved to have a strong enough heart to over come me."

The book paused a beat.

"It is unfortunate you were not able to exert control before you were put into your present condition."

Dom chuckled. She could tell that the book was trying to express sorrow. That was something she would have to work with it on.

"This is how life is." She said. "We'll deal with it."

The book throbbed with magic for a moment.

"What is it?" Dom asked.

"Something is occurring at Destiny Island." The Book answered. "You are needed there.">*~

 

As Dom recovered from her memory, the world expanded around her as her energy sense ignited the colors of magic and energy around her. She could feel things all around her, a full 360. She slowly unfolded and pushed herself up. She hadn't always been like this. The book. The book was important. It had...hurt her, by it tried to help her. Gave her this new ability.

Though things were still hazy, Dom could feel people moving along a hall on this floor. She hoped it was her team mates as she picked her gunblade back up. She reached for the door to leave, but stopped. She reached up and touched her eyepatch.

"Hazama.." She murmured.

Dom took a deep breath and opened the door, her gunblade ready. She went down a few corridors till she turned a corner where her energy sense told her others were. She felt a little relived to see Ryonne.

"There y'all are." She commented, her mechanical eyepatch focusing on Nikolai.

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Holding his hands in a "wait a minute" motion, Bronshu says:  "Whoa there!"  After Ryonne explained the current situation and newcomer Nikolai accepting the news surprisingly well, Bronshu scratched his head.  Blinking himself, he says:  "That was fast and easy.  He took it pretty well."  Before moving forward, Bronshu held his head with the right hand.  He felt the memory come in and waits.

 

Bronshu and Momo were walking away from the riverbed, heading back to their home.  Momo was looking at the dog necklace her brother gave, smiling at it.  Bronshu looks left, smiling himself, upon seeing that his sister was happy.  Right when they went to a street, they bumped into a person.  The twins look up, apologizing to the individual whose face was covered by a hood.  But that person in question didn't say a thing.  Suddenly, the individual pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Bronshu.  The twins stood back surprised and scared.  Momo says:  "H-hey!  What do you think you're doing?!" She quickly puts her hands down, slowly trying to reach her phone in the left pocket.  The hooded figure turns the gun to Momo and says:  "Call the police or run away, you're dead."  Momo lets out a small cry and holds her hands.  Bronshu puts his hands up and reponds:  "Wait!  Stop!"  The figure turns the gun back to Bronshu.  Trying to keep himself together, Bronshu says:  "What do you want?  Money?  Then here, take it!"  He pulls into right pocket and pulls out all the money he had.  Seeing that it was only five bucks, the figure says:  "Not enough."  A shot was fired.  Bronshu looks down and sees blood on his chest.  Falling on his back, Momo cries:  "NO!  Bronshu!"  The figure turns and fires at Momo.  Turning his head and watching Momo fall to the ground, tears came out of Bronshu before everything faded to darkness.

 

With the memory over, Bronshu was just ready to cry.  Forcing himself not to, he says:  "The day me and Momo died.  After that I was swept up into the Reapers' Game, right?"  Diasor responds:  "Yes.  That's right Bronshu."  Bronshu turns to Dom, who just showed up.  Putting up his usual happy attitude, he says:  "Dom.  Hey there.  Good to see you."

 

 

Rexon felt another memory coming to him, but didn't have time to deal with it.  When he heard "hostile natives" and yelling behind him, he shouts:  "AAAh GREAT!"  and starts running, bumping into trees along the way.

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Dom nodded to Bronshu.

"Sorry for being late." She said, not looking at Bronshu. "Got caught up by someone outside."

Through her energy sense, she studied the new comers she didn't know. She couldn't tell a lot of physical details with this sense, but she could watch their movements.

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(RIP in peace)