hadriel_logs | I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

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I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

Who: Atem and you (open, mostly)
What: Catch up log for all your needs!
Where: Places.
When: Backdated to the start of November to somewhere around the middle.
Warnings: Annoying card games references maybe! Will match format.

around | early November | open

People were gone, Gowther was gone and everything Atem used to remember of this place, gone as well. Not that Atem actually ever noticed that Gowther had never been in this place before the influx of people.

Now, that might an exaggeration, he remembers people, but not all of them, he's not sure who knows him or not anymore. It turns out it was probably not the so called gods messing with his head, but it probably didn't matter now, did it? It's like Kaiba would say, 'Just ignore it and crush it under the weight of your future', literally... He spent so much time trying to get his memories before coming here, it sure doesn't feel like something he wants to do here as well. He knows himself, he knows Kaiba, and others, and they know him. That should be enough.

He cannot help but wonder, who else did he forget? So far he hadn't found many who claimed to know him, maybe he shouldn't worry that much.

But as much as he wants to move on, he finds himself staring at people's faces, wondering if he's met them before or not. Either you may feel someone watching from where you're sitting down at the Speakeasy, and when you turn at the counter, there he is, this scrawny young man you might or not talked to before looking at your face as if it had something on it. Maybe you're just passing by as he's sitting down at the sidewalk or just as he passes by you, stealing glances from under his umbrella—were it a rainy day—or just as you're trying to find a new pair of pants at the stores, there is this pair of amaranthine bright eyes staring curiously, maybe a little worriedly even..

What do?

( ooc: A gentle reminder Atem was given a hard reset during the fourth wall event, which means he's forgotten most of the people he's met in Hadriel. Send me a PM if you wanna plot around that, otherwise please assume a clean start with your character. )

the orchard | open

「After how things went down with the first tree he grew, Atem has been taking things a little more calmly, after all, he doesn't want to pass out again from using too much energy to turn a little seed into a full grown tree, if anything he's trying to make them grow to his knee or so. And that's what he's doing at the moment, flattening the dirt around a recently planted seed, as much as he possibly can. Then he can be seen drawing some circles and markings around it, it's not that easy to make the glyphs as perfect as he wished he could, but he keeps on trying. 」

There must be an easier way...

「He mutters under his breath.」

carlisle's garden | idk the muffin man

「Just as Carlisle had cut the communication, Atem hurried down to the piers, jumped on a goddamned boat and hurried towards the North Island as fast as the winds allowed him to. It was amazing how good he had become at this sailing thing after a while, still, dreaded it—the sea was not his element, it was so wet—but not even this time he cared to get his shoes and pants wet if it meant to get to his mentor as soon as possible.

Finally, he knocks on that familiar door, perhaps a bit more obnoxiously than he should.」

Carlisle! It's me! Open up!

「He sounds really excited at least!」

butterflies also like living in pretty houses | sal

「Atem did promise he'd help beautify whatever little house Sal decided to build for his little new friend. He's been practicing in fact! Trying to build something more spacious and fireproof for his fiery salamander. Meanwhile, he waits for his friend to arrive as he writes some notes in his notebook, anything that comes to his mind that could potentially help with creating new things, or just transmuting them into something else.」

the sewing shop | margie

「Still a little unsure of what the future will bring them, Atem decides to act on it anyway, he could use a new jacket, the one he's got, even if it's from home, has seen better days. He remembers being at the sewing shop before, but everything aside of that comes as a blur to him, he pokes his head into it, expecting some kind of magic to happen and suddenly remembering everything.

He doesn't.」

Hello?

「Is anyone there?」

wildcard

( You know the drill! PM me if you want a starter for your character or just hit me up with anything you want. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

「Atem goes into the store and heads to the young woman, there is something about her that's kind of tranquilizing. Maybe... he knew her? They say the heart remembers what the mind forgets, even if that hasn't been always the case for him.」

Hey, you work here, right?

「Well, obviously! She's working on a thing after all, a dress, it seems.」

[she laughs a little and smiles at him]

Of course I do, Atem. I have since I came here, you know that.

[her voice is warm and soothing and sounds like that of a friend]

「Ah, yes, just as expected.

Atem returns the smile to the best of his abilities, it's the only thing he can do.」

Actually... I kind of forgot some stuff. I'm sorry.

「He keeps apologizing even if it wasn't really his fault.」

You already know my name but, 「His smile falters.」 I don't remember yours.

[she notices his smile isn't as bright or warm as it usually is and worries]

You did? How--how did such a thing occur?

[she's going to worry about him regardless.

she inclines her head gracefully, before raising it again to face him] My name is Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

It just did...

「All he knows is that Kaiba said he fixed it, he's not sure how, no memories came back as far as he could tell.」

Nice to meet you Margaery.... Again, I guess.

「He tries to mimic her gesture, then rubs the back of his neck a bit awkwardly.」

Um... Were we friends?

How strange!

[she's never heard of such a thing, even here]

And it's a pleasure to meet you again, too, Atem.

[she smiles warmly]

Yes, we were. We were quite close.

Might be the age. 「He's not sure if he'll understand the joke but he makes it anyway.」

Oh... 「Well, that's nice to know, but also a high expectation to cover.」

Do you think we can... be so again?

「He asks sheepishly, it's probably a juvenile question, but one never knows what could happen. While all her demeanor indicates so, maybe she doesn't want to bother with it and there is no way he'd force her into a friendship.」

[no, she doesn't understand the joke unfortunately.

and she continues to smile warmly, invitingly at him]

Yes, I think so. Why wouldn't we be?

[it will be strange, starting over from the beginning, but she sees no reason why it shouldn't be possible]

Trust is hard to give to a stranger.

「He doesn't mean her, not at all, if anything, he feels he's the stranger, trying to enter her life without much warning. But she seems incredibly kind.

He shakes his head and gives her a little smile.」

But you're right, there is no reason why can't be friends again.

「He wonders how he can make it up to her.」

I guess I should apologize if I ask you thinks you've already told me, Margaery.

[she gives as ladylike of a snort as possible while smiling] Where I'm from? Trust is hard to give to anyone.

[she can be. in Westeros, it was always carefully calculated for its maximum effect, but here it's easier to simply be kind]

Absolutely no reason! In fact, I'd say we have every reason.

[there's no need to]

It will take time for you to get to know me again. There's no apology necessary.

「That sounds like something a little sad to say.」

I guess that as queen, you must be more careful of those you decided to put your trust in. I hope you had someone like that back home...

「He had been blessed with good people to surround him. Despite of what his uncle did to them all later on, he had plenty of reasons to trust him. It wasn't all him, his heart had become corrupted, Atem is sure that if he could have helped it, he would have never betrayed them.」

[it didn't seem sad at the time. at the time, she felt like she'd achieved everything she wanted to achieve, she was the queen. it wasn't until she died that she began to question the cost]

...to be frank? With the exception of my grandmother, I had no one.

[and she was surrounded by lions with their wickedly sharp claws. lions and the sycophants of the lions. no one aside from her Tyrell cousins could be said to truly be on her side and even with them, she had to keep up appearances, that all was well and she couldn't be happier]

I'm glad you weren't completely alone, that can take a toll in someone's psyche...

「She's kind, and yet she seems to be a little lonely. It feels a little strange to map her like this, but it's probably needed.」

What about here?

Yes, it can. [she sighs] But grandmother had to go back to Highgarden, and then I was alone. ["and vulnerable" goes unsaid.

that's a fair description. she has many people she likes, but few she would trust with her secrets]

I--here is not what I would have chosen for an afterlife. But there are people I've met who are very dear to me.

「Afterlife, she says, and something seems to stir inside Atem's mind, his eyes widen—」

It was Cersei... wasn't it...?

「He blurts out. It's so odd, to remember things as if they were in little bubbles instead of a whole.」

[she closes her eyes briefly]

Yes. Yes, it was Cersei. She destroyed the Sept of Baelor with me in it along with at least two hundred innocents.

[she can imagine. well, no, she actually can't imagine, but she assumes it would be terribly confusing]

「He didn't mean to bring those memories to her, but he did, it's just something he keeps doing.」

I am really sorry.

[she's (mostly) made peace with her death and has reason to be hopeful that Jon and Daenerys will be able to end Cersei's rule once and for all, but there are times when it still stings]

As am I. But. . . I have hope that I can build a life outside of Hadriel in a new world.

Outside Hadriel...

「That resonates with him—only so very recently had Kaiba made him actually wonder if he could go back home, alive. That he didn't need to go back wherever destiny had planned for him. It still felt odd to think about it.」

Where would you go?

Yes, I've been planning for it and getting ready for it for a while.

[she would want him to go back alive. it wouldn't be fair if he was unable to]

I'd go to Earth. Matt's Earth. Do you remember him at all?

「Matt?! The Matt he knew?」

Blind guy that kicked ass? I think I do. He was the first person I met here!

「He saved his bacon too!」

This is all so familiar..

Yes, that's him! We came in at the same time!

[she's so proud to hear that he's been remembered]

Familiar? Familiar how?

He came in when I did too... It's been a while.

「So she's been there ever since...」

I don't know.

I hadn't realized we came in at the same time! [and her voice turns a little sad] And it has been.

[she misses Matt every day but hopes to see him again someday soon]

How odd. It must be so strange to remember things, but . . . not.

I should be more used to it. It's not the first time it happens after all.

「He says with a bit of a shrug, trying not to show it's actually affecting him a little. It shouldn't but it does.」

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