#isola event fragmemoria

[heclingmuzik]

@fellstcr

"How was that?" Ismael asks, nearly out of breath. She hasn't MOVED this much in a bit. Well, no, that's a lie. Her running every morning and late at night was exercise that she kept up with. BUT the kind of training that was exertion to the body? Like this? She has to admit it isn't exactly what she expected.

When Byleth had told her to bring her bow and a close-combat weapon, it actually caught her off guard. She didn't have a weapon like a sword or whatnot. Thank goodness for Lloyd's business! And thank goodness for him letting her borrow one.

"I've only just started learning how to handle the sword." She says as she sets the bow and arrows down.

"hey, By..." Something is different. She isn't sure WHAT it is. Was it her? Was it Byleth? Something was.....

missing.

[sxnburst]

@darkenforcer - @nobully

"People'll pick on you more if they see you getting very upset though." Sun blinks a couple of times, tail moving behind him as he approaches the guy. He's been trying to see if he could do anything to help, but honestly...something inside of him just wants to push the button juuuuuust a teeny bit. "You make it easy to mess with you." Those words weren't MEANT to come out, but it's too late. He's spoken them and there's no take backs!

[hcneycrxsp]

She's sweeping around this section of the mistwood. There's a sense of longing and quite honesty speaking, she isn't even sure how she found this place. There's a familiarity to it, but she knows she's never been here before. The mistwood was scary and yet...

"Mmhmmmmhmhmm-mmmhmm," She hums a song. One she doesn't really recognize, but she's humming it and ah, her heart aches. She feels like she wants to cry, but she's not sad. Strange.

[wldrose]

"I got you some shit. This time it's not rigged." And Kugisaki places some dried persimmons on the counter. "One of the lady's at that old traditional housing gave me some. Said she grows them herself."

[cladinivcry]

@punisheye

Indigo can't describe this feeling, but it's bothering them. Just a little bit, really. It's like that pricking sensation. There, noticeable, but not enough to make them irritable. Still, they have to admit, they're feeling....

This sucks. They muse to themselves. Tatted fingers hold cigarette between digits and they study it with a low hum.

"Did you want one?" They ask, without having to look up. Long lashes tickles their skin when they blink.

"I have quite a bit. Ion mind sharin'.'

[anghexescu]

@hollowfaith

Ack, shit I forgot to flush th---I can't believe I bombed my test. Maaaaaaaan, now I have to wait until--I SHOULD REALLY JUST BUY IT. IT'S SO CUTE---et

SPENDING MONEY IS...next---SEASONING RIGHT HERE

ANGHELESCU----

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and silence.

When Klaus' power heads toward one specific sound, at first it sounded like white noise. Sounded like someone had left the TV on, but that TV wasn't working and then nothing.

And this feeling? He's felt it before with Kratos when he first met his mentor. Yuan, too. All the angels that came into this city. Azrael--A fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless also carried this aura with him. Were there another? Perhaps another had arrived in the eclipse?

He winces when he feels the pulsing at his temple start. Mm, but he's able to recollect himself. He isn't sure where his body is leading him, but he walks down the path. He's never moved this quickly before. Not unless he was in a rush. Was he in a rush?

Perhaps he was.

He doesn't have to travel far though, because by the gaping hole smacked down in the center of Spirale, Klaus sees the man. The source of the silence. He's an angel and....And what?

Something is tugging at Klaus' sleeve, beckoning him to approach closer. He doesn't know the man and so he attempts to keep his feet planted. Then it tugs at his him harder and this time Klaus does approach. "You're....an angel. Just like me." There IS something painfully familiar and that's what he meant. He just can't seem to place where.

"Who are you?"

[fcxrcin]

@bimeval

She hears it. The gate opening and closing, then the sound of light footsteps hitting gravel and dirt. My Melody had just left to have some fun in the nice weather, so Hansol didn't think it'd be her. The aura was also much different. Hansol is running down the stairs from the second floor,

"Ah! There you are." She laughs, "I was wondering where you disappeared off to. There was this strange, but super cute little child and apparently she lives here.....too...?" What was that look?

"Sukuna? Are you okay?" Immediate concern takes over and the Gumiho steps forward, head tilted, "Did something happen?"

[rxsurgcnt]

@greatseedling

Bags of groceries are being carried in both hands. She isn't SURE why she has the need to have all of these, but judging by the kind of ingredients she's purchased, she assumes they're meant for a big dinner. For who though?

For....

For who?

She can't seem to remember, but there is a feeling right there, in her chest.

Call it muscle memory, because Corvus has come to a stop at a cottage located in the Mistwood. This....isn't her home.

[daxned]

She's sure her father would like these collections she's found at the beach. She's placing them in her basket. She'll be sure to give them to him if and whenever she arrives.

"..." The smile on her face nearly falters and there's an ache in her chest. Her head feels like it'll split right open, but the pain is dealt with by shoving whatever strange feeling arose and she continues down the sandy beach, humming to herself.

[isolaradiale]

WARNING — BREACH LEVEL: FOUR

Each screen flashes an ominous red across the various screens sitting throughout the room, the artificial illumination only amplifying it with each repeat of those four, little words. Saying this was alarming would be a severe understatement, even alongside the siren which wails in tandem to the voice that leaves their speakers. Only the sound of a frustrated sigh escapes the bespectacled blonde, the reflection in her glasses almost a comical mirror to the annoyance that glares from narrowed, green eyes.

“So, what’s causing it this time—”

It’s a question spoken in urgency, fingers immediately pinching the bridge of her nose. To think one, small change would cause such an unspeakable weakness in their defenses, no matter how temporary it may be. “And to think it’s already managed to burrow their way this deeply again, too, after all this time.” Were it not for the air of pride that clings to her tone, one would be sure to hear an almost exasperation that laces in her tone.

REQUEST TO MEMORY BANK: APPROVED COMMUNICATION ACCESS  SHUTDOWN COMMENCING IN 5… 4…

Another string of words, far more concerning than the last. One hand immediately shoots out to press a button, one meant to signal a broadcast to the very citizens they have sworn to keep watch over from the skies as Stars. And yet… no connection can be made. Only the lonesome sound of unnerving silence greets her before pittering out into nothing, as if left adrift in the darkness of space itself with all contact severed. Pleiades is swift to collapse into her chair upon realizing, taking a moment to observe each message blink to life across their computers as arms cross, a finger pressing to her lips in thought.

“I think I can gather what they’re trying to do, but…”

She scoffs, withholding a roll of her eyes in detest, keeping watch as datastreams begin to blip — becoming fragmented with each passing second — from view within the confines of the system.

“Ofiuco. Is it possible for us to buy time for you to manage a way to remedy all this? Before they manage to wipe everything, that is.” The question was pensive, something earnest as she finally offers a glance to address her colleague.

“Ah, you're in need of my services? Perhaps if I take control of one of my other bodies, then... I hope I'm getting paid overtime.”

“When, or if, we somehow make it out of this with minimal, or total, setbacks, it can be discussed then.” It was the least that could be offered as another sigh is let out. “But if that’s the case… I suppose the rest of us must play the supporting role by diverting as much collateral damage as we can manage. At least if we want as smooth of a retaliation as possible.” Wheels roll from her chair, reaching down into a bag to slip out another, more portable, laptop from a bag as a commanding look. “Then shouldn’t we all get to work?”

The sound of footsteps soon fall in sync with the whirring electronic sounds that send the chilling warning throughout the facility. And in the city, only silence reaches over the vast expanse of each ward and branch. Peaceful, a scene so serene that one could not think it possible to disturb — until the sound of white noise lingers softly in the air. Static snow flickers within an instant, only missed by a mistimed blink.

And then… nothing.

Perhaps it was merely a trick of the eyes; something your mind fabricated that leaves you with nothing but a sense of something missing. Maybe it was simply all in your imagination. There was no need to try recalling something that was never there in the first place. After all, were it something of importance to you, you would have remembered it, wouldn’t you?

If you did, would you even truly wish to remember it at all… ?

“Tsk. Dammit, NULL. What’s your…”

welcome to our newest and 25th event, FRAGMEMORIA. while this event may deal with memories on a surface level, the theme is far more in the aspect of forgetting them and eventually, in turn, coming to the difficult decision between seeking what you feel you've lost and regaining them or possibly running away from them instead of facing or recalling them. this will be the first part of the event, with the second part being posted ONE WEEK from now. this entire event will run until APRIL 28TH, 11:59:59PM EST.

So what's happening?

null, after some time, has resurfaced once more and has chosen to once again breach the defenses of the stars for their agenda. what their aim is going about it this way is unknown, however one thing is very clear: the current target is the memory bank, thus the memories belonging to the people that have been brought into the city of spirale: you. due to this, vital memories have become fragmented or even erased entirely, leaving those affected with a gaping hole in some capacity to it. don't be mistaken, though. just because their memory has been fragmented or has gone missing, that doesn't mean it's been replaced or that they've suddenly become a different person who has lead another life entirely.

What does this mean for us?

essentially, this means that your character will be walking around with holes in their memory, no matter the contradiction that tries to resolve it. maybe as they go about their day, they might feel something is off. that nag that they're forgetting something that itches in the back of their mind, never quite coming back to them no matter how hard they try to remember. or perhaps they don't even care that there feels like an emptiness and carry on their life just as easily, maybe even better for some, as they had before.

maybe an event happened with someone, only for them to remember the event itself but can't recall who was there with them in that moment. or perhaps they forgot something that happened entirely, that period of time just a blank space in their mind. imagine the reasons why you fell in love with someone or becoming their friend suddenly vanishing, leaving you still with that bond between you yet forced to wonder how it all even happened in the first place, no matter how hard you rack your brain for those reasons.

keep in mind that your characters will act as they always have, as this isn't a basis for alternate versions of themselves. they'll still behave and act as they usually would, perhaps with very minimal changes such as treating someone they've forgotten a little more distantly, etc, but ultimately they'd be the same as they always have been.

Are we able to remember our things again at any point?

not at all! once any memory has been affected, it won't come back, no matter how hard they try to remember or others try to remind them of what they're forgetting.

but don't worry, either! remember (no pun intended i promise), this is a two part event, so be sure to keep your eyes peeled during the ongoing event for when the second half goes up.

What kind of memories are affected?

so long as the memory is something of great importance to the character, that's all the criteria that's needed for it to become fragmented or erased. these memories can stem from their canon or isola itself and they don't have to be bad or good memories, just so long as they had a great impact on the person.

How many memories can be affected?

depending on what you'd like to do, you're welcome to have none of your memories affected or up to about three or four. keep in mind that the entire memory of your life WILL NOT be erased at all, only specific memories. regardless, you're welcome to have all your memories hit by this at once or gradually do it over time, whichever suits you best!

Can one person forget something while another remembers it?

absolutely! in fact, things like this are also encouraged. each memory that's affected is on a personal level and not a collective one, so it's more than possible that someone has forgotten something that another remembers which can cause confusion and even conflict. regardless, no matter how much the person tries to convince someone what happened, who was there, etc, those memories will stay erased or fragmented.

I have a question I don't see on here!

feel free to send a message to the masterlist with anything on your mind and we'll answer them timely as to not keep you waiting to participate! we'll do our best to answer accordingly and be as clear as possible.

[phantommirrored]

@spiderstaff but first...

"...What are you doing in my house?" It was a surprise for the phantom to return home and find a 'stranger' amongst his living quarters. He gently kicked aside one of the toys on the floor, it definitely was well lived in by the boy, that was for sure.

"Go home."

[heclingmuzik]

@salfxsher

There it is again! SOMETHING brushes pass her and Ismael whips her head over her shoulder, ready to call someone out, but AGAIN there's no one. Actually, the one standing behind her is actually Sal. "Oh---Hey. What the heck, I didn't even hear you coming in?" Ismael did leave the door unlocked because she knew Sal was on his way. "Hehehe, look at what I found." She says grinning ear to ear and pulling up a shirt. "It's from the recent musicians that came like last winter! OH man, you would've loved them. Cool Green Peppers was chef kiss. Here--," And she brings the shirt to Sal, inspecting to see if it'll fit him.

...

Hm.

When she looks up though and looks into his eyes, she wonders and actually voices her wonder: "Sal? You okay?"

[sxnburst]

@archaictold

"Zhilan?"

Strange. He never knew Zhilan to be so...withdrawn. In a way at least. He was friendly, easy to talk to, and loved talking about........About what, Sun?

Huh. Well, Sun just knew that Zhilan liked talking about something, but did he REALLY know the guy? Did he really know the sch---Zhilan?

"I wanted to know if you wanted to eat with me? I made sandwiches!" Something had buzzed in the back of his mind throughout his whole adventure in the kitchen, fixing them their lunch. He ignored it and the sandwiches came out looking pretty decent!

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; When he first grabs the memory, dragged back to to those old white rooms and the quiet, endless drone of machinery and steam and electricity, Vash is confused.

He remembered Rem; it's not something that had been taken from him, not one of those fundamental blocks that had been ripped away. Remembered her and the love bursting from his chest for her and the subsequent loss of her, of the hole in his heart shaped like his mother.

So why is he seeing her?

That same love bubbles up from his chest, looking up at her from his place against the grass in the geodome as she reads to the both of them, voice melodic in its own right. Vash remembers this day, too; they'd had a long bout of lessons, and even though he was endlessly curious about the planet they'd left behind, he was still a child and had found himself tired, worn out.

He feels at peace, now. Happy. Contentment and love and the steady cadence of his mother's reading a peaceful cradle. Some old fairy tale that Vash had picked out himself from one of the ship's libraries.

But now he's sitting up, and Vash sees himself, asleep there on the grass on the other side of Rem, and suddenly he understands.

As the memory slowly fades, as he comes to, Vash can feel the sting of tears against his cheeks. There's a horrible lurch in his stomach, old sorrow and mourning for something that could never be again; for people they no longer were, for how those children had been irrevocably changed. How long had he been standing here ...?

He's getting better at having his phone on him, after much complaining from those around him, but it's still a stroke of luck that he has it with him now. Sluggishly, like he's still not entirely in his body, he digs the device out and hunts for one of the name's he's starred, sitting at the top of his contacts, then hits call.

Unsurprisingly, it hardly takes more than a ring or two for his brother to answer. Vash's own voice sounds far away in his ears.

"Are you at your place?"

@plantfell

[wldrose]

@amoirsetpacis

Kugisaki is scrolling down her phone, inspecting the contact list because MAYBE there's answers here that she doesn't know about. She scrolls all the way down and sees the name Sukuna and while that name sits on her tongue like spoiled milk, she has no idea why. "What a dumb ass name." She muses to herself and scrolls further down. "V.." There he is.

{Text: I have questions and no answers! NO ANSWERSSSSS. I'm comin' your way, you better not be holding coffee!}

That last bit is a joke. She wouldn't run at him and expect to be carried while his hands were full (maybe.)

Kugisaki throws on a jacket and she's setting off to meet one of the adults she doesn't mind hanging around!

He might have some answers anyway, right? Vash was reliable in that sense.

"Hey!" Kugisaki waves when she spots the tall man in view, "I got you a bag of donuts!" Ain't she the best?

[cladinivcry]

@unyieldingstar

Hair isn't done, bed isn't fixed, and they're certainly not dressed for any visitors and yet here Asuna is, chilling in their bedroom. "Mmm." Eyebrows scrunch up together as they focus on trying to WORK this light, but for whatever reason it seems to keep...well, it's not lighting their cigarette.

"Maybe it's a sign telling me I should stop." They chuckle with a shrug. They are annoyed, but they do a damn good job at keeping it small. Placing the cigarette and lighter down, Indigo sighs and runs their fingers through long wavy hair.