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?」

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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.」

It's not? That must be terribly confusing.

[her voice is warm and sympathetic]

It... yeah, it is.

「He rubs the back of his neck, a little ashamed.」

But I didn't come here to burden you with my problems... I'm sorry.

[she looks earnest and reassuring]

It's not a burden at all. Friends share their burdens and lessen them together.

「That's even something he'd say... But not so often it's him needing to listen to those words. It's a little strange but it makes him smile anyway.」

Thank you, Margaery.

[it's something she's learned since coming here, how to be generous with her whole heart for its own sake, not to gain a political advantage]

It's the least I can do. Besides, you've done the same for me, even if you can't remember it right now.

「Oh, that makes him actually blush. Just a little bit. It's good to know that he's helped her in some way, regardless.」

Actually... There is something else I could use your help with.

[his blushing is adorable]

Oh? What might that be?

「He brings his small backpack to his front, opening it and bringing an oversized jacket.」

I was hoping you could help me resize this? I'm not sure if it's easier to make a whole new one than altering one, but I found it in the stores and I thought it'd be useful anyway.

[it's not a bad looking jacket, as far as Hadriel clothing goes]

I certainly can alter it for you! I'll need to get all of your measurements, but that's simple enough, if a bit time-consuming. Shall we start now?

No better time than the present, right? Unless you're busy with something else...

「He'll do something for her in return, he might as well know exactly what.」

Say, what's your favorite color?

No, not at present. I can get started today, if you're willing to stand for measurements.

[there's no need, she'd say. he's a friend and friends help friends]

I should be a good Tyrell and say light green and gold, but I truly love teal blue. Why do you ask?

Yeah, I can do that. And, no special reason, 「Of course, that's a big, fat lie. Specially because he actually winks at her when he says that.」

All right. Should we get started? [she gets up out of her chair, reaching for a nearby notepad and pencil] And I see that look on your face. [she says knowingly] You've got some trick up your sleeve.

Alright. 「He's actually a little familiar with the process, he stands at his full height (let's be real, it's... not much) and just waits for her to do her thing.」

Heh, I don't wear sleeves.

「This is so strange but fun and comforting, somehow, he does feel he knows her.」

Tell me more about you Margaery... Please.

[she also fetches her measuring tape and gets started, taking notes as she goes.

loftily] A figure of speech, my friend.

[and she knows she knows him. but something peculiar seems to be going on, so perhaps they'll have to get to know one another all over again]

Well! I was a queen. I'd been trained from birth to become a queen, so I know all of the major and minor houses of Westeros, along with more than a bit of history, diplomacy, battle tactics and the like.

Heh, I know. 「He chuckles, but even metaphorically, he's an open book and wears his heart in his non-existent sleeves. She surely must have noticed.」

「That sounds good but also, it's just the surface of who she is.」

Not about that. I was king too, I suppose I must've told you about that, but it's not the only thing that defines me. Tell me what you like, and what you don't, what do you enjoy doing, what do you wanna do when you find Matt. That sort of thing. I'm not sure what I might have told you about me, but I could tell you if you want.

Edited 2018-11-30 20:16 (UTC)

[for so long, she depended on people knowing only the surface of who she was. she thinks a moment about his questions]

I like my friends here very much. I didn't really have friends in Westeros, only allies, so coming here and developing real friendships was a gift. I like my sword training and hand to hand combat training. I'd never done such a thing back home, women simply didn't fight, but I'm proud of my skills and I'm glad that I chose to pursue them.

[her expression turns serious]

As for what I dislike. . . I dislike those who choose to harm others for fun or just because they can. I very much dislike Caedra, our resident demon for that reason. And I dislike those who choose blind faith over questioning their circumstances.

[her expression turns thoughtful]

When I find Matt again, I hope that somehow he remembers me and what we were to one another. If he doesn't, I'll simply have to find a way for him to love me again. He loved me knowing the whole of me, the good and the bad, and I'd never thought such a thing was possible. But it was and I still miss him terribly.

And what of you? Your likes and dislikes and your plans for the future?

「Wait what is she talking about... resident demon? It seems to tense him for a moment, until he hears it...

Plans for the future...? That sure takes him back to the here and now. His amaranthine eyes looking into hers with doubt. But sooner than later his usual calm returns to his countenance.」

I think we like and dislike the same things, you and I... I like my friends too. I don't really know what I would do without them.「Easy, maybe a little juvenile, but not because of that less true.」 There is little I don't like about this world... It had been a long time since I had felt... things. Everything felt a little muted when I used to share a body with my partner.

「Did he ever tell her about that? She can always ask anyway.」 But ever since I got this body... I sometimes get lost in the sensation of what others might consider silly, or they have taken it for granted. The warmth of someone else's hand, even the exhaustion after a sword lesson. I... like them. I had forgotten what it was all about.

「He allows a bit of a pause.」

I'm afraid I have't thought much about the future. 「That is a big fat lie, but he's still unsure about Kaiba's words, he was determined to take him back to Domino, alive. The future doesn't hold any hard truths, setting the bar too high is useless in every way, counterproductive even if the goals are not met, though... it's nice to think about what would happen either way.」

[does he not know of Caedra? oh dear.

she notices the doubt and gives him an encouraging smile]

Good. And I don't know what I'd do without my friends, either. Be terribly lonely, I fear. [if it's juvenile, then they're both juvenile] But, what of your partner? You've spoken of him in brief, but I hadn't wanted to pry.

The little things in life. I think that's how I've heard it said. I, too, treasure the warmth of another's hand, the exhaustion which comes with learning how to fight, and I'll always treasure and keep close my friends. I had none in Westeros, you see. Only allies and enemies.

[she waits for him to speak]

There's plenty of time for that. However, should you ever need a listening ear, mine is always available. [and she means it. she may not always be able to understand, but she can always give support when he's made a decision he's sure is the wisest and grant council when he's unsure, should he wish it. she doesn't count herself as terribly wise, despite the vast amounts of training in diplomacy and being pleasing she's received, but she feels wiser here than she did in Westeros]

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