hadriel_logs | Event Log: Memories Past

Event Log: Memories Past

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!

Have you ever looked through someone else's eyes? Heard through their ears, spoken with their tongue? The gods have tried to teach some of you empathy, but it's time you learned the hard way, exactly what the others here have been through. For a week, every time you brush skin to skin with someone, you'll experience a memory of theirs: happy, sad, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it feels real to you.

The first touch may come as a surprise- it lasts only for a split second but may feel like an eternity, where you're trapped in someone else's memory. After that, it could be more expected, and some may even figure out how to control it and share specific scenes from their past with others. Or, you might wear gloves and long sleeve shirts for awhile, nobody's judging.

Maybe curtail the handholding for awhile- or go right ahead, if that's your thing. After all, you never really know somebody unless you've walked a mile in their shoes, right?

► This log covers November 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die in a memory, you don't die in real life, but if you do die in real life please let us know here.

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Taako is all over the place as he always is. Sometimes he can be found near his house, dicking around and hanging with his family. Occasionally he pops out to the shops or what remains of the orchard, picking at the bits of spices and plants starting to grow there. He's even sometimes found at the shore with his surfboard, cutting through waves and hollering, even if he must be wet and freezing. He'll get back eventually- just making the most of the time he's got left in this place.

[Prompts are in the comments! Plotting comment is here and I'm happy to match format. Hit me up here or at

cancerously for any additional plotting or a closed prompt.]

[The scene goes from wherever you were, to a horribly loud roar of noise.

Taako can be seen with Merle and Magnus, if people remember them from their previous and current time in Hadriel, though Merle is notably missing his wooden arm. They’ve all got masks covering their faces partially above the mouth; Magnus’ looks like a bear, Merle’s an owl, and Taako a mongoose. In the front is what looks like a wagon, but a wagon that is basically a car- it's huge and silver, with a crushed top and a massive ram's head out the front with curling horns around each side. A woman seems to be driving it, her mask with the same curling ram’s horns as the wagon, and they are going at an absolutely breakneck speed.

The thing is, everything only gets wilder from there. Magnus is strapped in to a half-crushed seat on the top, and he looks like if he was not bolted in there, he would be completely gone right now. Merle is in the shotgun seat, clinging to the chair for dear fucking life. And right next to them is Taako, in an absolutely gigantic motorcycle, grinning like a madman. In the distance ahead of them, two large black pylons can be seen on the sides… and a single figure can be seen just ahead, in a mask covered in feathers, with a large, black beak. She’s traveling in some sort of winged canoe, and it’s picking up speed. Taako seems to be yelling to the woman driving the car, trying to figure out what to do here.]

Taako, you good up there?

Oh, you wanna-- are we gonna win? Hurley, do you want us to win or what??

[She yells back, laughing as she looks at him like he’s out of his mind.]

I desperately want us to win, yes!

I got it-- okay! I’m just gonna fix this for everybody, nobody needs to worry, okay? Okay!!

[He’s holding an umbrella shaped staff in his hand, which he takes from the handlebar and hastily jams onto a loop on his belt, holding it in place. Instead, still fixated on the woman before them, he removes a simple wand. He points it directly at her as he skids to the side, throws the brake on his motorcycle, and grins.

And suddenly, he’s in the canoe and she’s on the motorcycle, tumbling backwards and out of sight. The silver wagon is now neck and neck with this thing, it’s nose just hitting the back of the canoe’s tip.

Taako howls with laughter, throwing his hands in the air as Magnus skitters down from the top of Hurley’s car, jumping forward from the hood to try and land in Taako’s new racing mobile. Meanwhile, Merle looks like he’s trying damn hard to stand behind Hurley, and presses the car to go faster, but Taako produces a fan from his back pocket to complete both actions- a large gust of wind comes out of it and blows Magnus back into the cart and pushes them behind, so as they blow past the pylons, Taako ends up in first place.

As soon as they zoom past, Taako reaches down and pulls a large lever on the side, skidding the thing to the side as both carts drift into the finish line before the edge of a sandy cliff. Meanwhile, the crowd around them is losing it, Taako jumping up and shoving his fists in the air with a huge grin.

And suddenly, as the woman with the raven mask reappears, the memory abruptly ends-- as if, maybe, that’s as far as he wants this to go.]

[The scene opens in a cloud of smoke, to a familiar reaper man on his knees, on a disc of pure sapphire. Around him are half-busted walls, buildings, and he's pulling himself up, eyes wide and shocked as he speaks to Taako, kneeling on the edge of this disc, hands planted directly on top of it. He looks only slightly disheveled, but entirely consumed with emotion as he talks- Taako, meanwhile, is already beginning to move.]

How… how did you do that?

[By this point, Taako looks tired, like he's already been fighting, but he's smiling and going straight for Kravitz in a way that proves he isn’t fucking around here. As the scene around them clears, the sky is plastered over a dark grey, pillars of black stretching down from the clouds in the distance to meet the floor. But none of that seems to be important as the two get close. However, Kravitz seems to return to himself, slapping his hands over his mouth and breathing in quick huffs as he speaks between them hurriedly.]

Hold on I— I wanna— I wanna warm up my face. I don’t want it to be cold and weird--

[But it's like he can only handle himself away from Taako for a few quick seconds before Taako slaps his hands away, grabs his face, and kisses him directly on the mouth. Kravitz returns the favor quickly, clinging to him like he's the last thing in the entire world. When Taako pulls back, Kravitz keeps his hands on him, arm on his shoulder, hand on his back, seemingly refusing to let go from the way his fingers dig into his clothes and his hands shake. Taako speaks first, after a few pants of breath from them both.]

Okay, forget about how I, uh, short story short, uh, long story short it was— I was rad, natch. How do you still look this good? You’ve been locked in like mud or tar or something in the Astral Plane, you look fantastic!

[Kravitz just laughs, bright and so, so absolutely happy as he responds, holding Taako's face like it's everything he's ever wanted.]

It’s a lot of work to look this good-- I mean, I— Taako, I was trying to get out to get a message to you. I thought— I thought you were gone. I thought everything was gone.

Well, you’re not that far off.

[Taako breaks the contact, but not without a bit of force, as Kravitz seems reluctant to let go of anything ever again. The elf is curling away in uncertainty, hands going to his hair as his shoulders fold. This… is probably the time for this, huh? He can’t just have his cake and eat it too. He can’t just bust Kravitz out and have this beautiful, beautiful thing without him fucking saying something about it.]

Uh, it’s… but you’re right, there has been a terrible loss that you should know about.

[In the blink of an eye, his face shifts. It's not-- different, per se, in a jarring way. He's just missing more of that elven beauty that seems to come naturally to him, those sharp cheekbones and bright eyes. It’s different, and apparently it means a lot to him- more than anything, he looks scared, an expression so unlike him as he trips over his words and won't meet Kravitz' eyes.]

So, I just wanted to be honest. I’m— I didn’t wanna catfish you or anything-- this is Taako today, um, I had a bad run in while I was saving the world again, and this is what I really look like. And I just wanted you to know that in case it changes anything for you, personally. I thought you should know, now.

[He’s still not looking, which means he’s taken by surprise when Kravitz sweeps Taako up in his arms again, cradling him like something precious and beautiful and the center of his whole world. It’s rare for Taako to show emotion on his face like this, but it’s certainly and undoubtedly there- this is not the reaction he dared to let himself hope for.]

Taako, I… was crazy about you, before some weird light told me a story about your one hundred year journey through existence where you were fighting for a century to save the world.

[He presses back some of his hair, palm on his jaw, words urgent and pressing and full of emotion.]

I love you, Taako, and at this point, I think that everyone in reality is going to love you after hearing your story, and... nothing’s gonna change that.

[There's a moment here, something quiet and desperate and real, where Taako looks at him and finally believes the words he says. It's touching. It's kind. It’s everything he never thought he could ever have.

And then he laughs, loud and right in Kravitz’ goddamn face as he brings whatever magic he had previously dropped back in the blink of an eye.]

That was actually a test, your face is a skull half the time —so I just wanted to make sure we— yeah, no fucking kidding. Okay, anyway...

[Kravitz' face immediately scrunches up as he tries to stop from laughing back, pressing his forehead to Taako's even as an explosion rocks the landscape in the background. The world may be falling apart, the planet under siege- but this was a moment worth remembering. Something before the chaos takes them both back into the apocalypse. Something soft, sorely needed.]

Edited 2018-11-17 02:43 (UTC)

[Gren was here to talk to Lup, really. Out of the two Taaco twins, he hasn't been exactly subtle about which one he prefers-- Lup's great, Taako is her weird and obnoxious brother that Gren kinda wants to punt fifty yards most days. It's fine, he'll tolerate the guy because they're basically a package deal, you don't get one without the other.]

[He didn't mean to literally run into the guy when Taako was coming out the door.]

[Then things get weird for a second, and he's watching through Taako's eyes as he meets up with this kinda good-looking motherfucker. They talk about some shit that he doesn't get, but vaguely figures has to do with that whole vore plane thing that Lup told him about that one time, and...]

[And Taako drops a glamour that Gren didn't know he'd been wearing ~~the vain little shit~~, and the good-looking motherfucker doesn't give a single hot damn that whatever's underneath doesn't quite match up with what he'd seen before. Then Taako's swept up into this guy's arms and there are a few moments where things get that kind of tender and sweet that Gren's pretty sure he's not supposed to be seeing? It feels like an intrusion, like something way too intimate for him to be getting in the first-person perspective, until Taako ruins it by being fucking Taako.]

[Then Gren's back in front of Casa del Texmex, weird journey down Taako's Memory Lane complete.]

...What the fuck?

[There are a lot of things that Gren wants to say right now, most of them about as tactful as he ever is about anything.]

Where the fuck do you get off bein' all surprised that my mediocre ass bagged Wade when your obnoxious ass is over here datin' an actual fuckin' saint?

[See, the thing about this event is, Taako has absolutely no idea what Gren just saw. He was preoccupied with heading out the door to go to Kravitz', and frankly, considering what he usually does when he's over there, it's a miracle Gren saw that fluffy number and not something a lot more x rated. All he knows is he walked out the door, facefirst collided with Gren, and then watched him stare into space for a few seconds before his eyes come back into focus. And he gets greeted to the wonderful view of Taako waving his hand over in front of his face, snapping his fingers once or twice.]

Hey, dude, what the fuck yourself, you look possessed--

[Except Gren keeps talking, and he doesn't know what the hell that means.]

What the fuck are you talking about?

[Gren has been around this block way too many times to not recognize the 'gods' fucking with them when it happens. Memories again? They'd done this before, except they'd had the decency-- maybe it's decency?-- to have people see other people's memories when they were asleep, not when they're face to face. Maybe it's less invasive if it all could be written off as a weird dream.]

[Gren's face is the purest expression of '900% done with this shit'.]

We're all gettin' fucked around with again.

[B u t, his point there still stands, and like a dog with a bone, Gren's not letting it go.]

The fuck I'm talkin' about, though, is that you're datin' some magic fuckin' good-lookin' saint motherfucker and how the fuck does that happen?

[You know what, he's throwing this back in your face, Taako. He's doing it.]

This should be fuckin' illegal.

[Not everything in those dreams were real, at least. It was easy enough to say 'no, that wasn't a memory, just a dream'. This is waaaay more personal, even though when his mind catches up to what's happening it still doesn't answer what he fucking saw.]

Okay, so you just hardcore snooped on my shit, but-- what, Krav?

[He's kind of forgotten that people don't know Kravitz? He's been here nearly as long as Taako has, so shouldn't people like... know things? He sure doesn't keep track.]

He's not a saint, he's literally Death. Like, the grim reaper, the whole nine years, capital D Death. What the fuck did you see, dude?

Edited (one fuckin missing slanty boi) 2018-12-01 03:50 (UTC)

[He did snoop hardcore, but not because he wanted to. Gren could honestly live his best life if he never had to see into Taako's mind ever again, because that's a dangerous road to take.]

Wait, you're fuckin' datin' Death?

[Wait. Wait, that can't be right, because Wade told him that he dated Death, and his description of the Grim Reaper was definitely not 'good looking dude'. Something isn't adding up here, there aren't enough titties involved.]

Ain't Death a lady with a giant fuckin' rack? [He makes a helpful gesture at chest height to really portray the extent of rack that Wade described to him.] Unless Wade was lyin' to me, but that's a fuckin' weird flex if he was.

[Alright, this isn't the way he expected this conversation to go, but it is one he has more answers for.]

Oh, I think you're thinkin' of his god mom. No, no, he's like, the Grim Reaper? And he serves a goddess of death. She's made of birds or some shit.

[Wait, hang on.]

Wait how did your handsome-ass boyfriend know about the Raven Queen's tits?

[This isn't how either of them expected this conversation to go, because now Gren has to discuss Wade's apparently actual god ex-girlfriends. But that's just how it is on this bitch of an earth or whatever.]

[Gren looks Taako directly in his stupid twink face and says,]

I think Wade fucked your boyfriend's mom.

[This is like, the best possible version of what could be happening right now. He doesn't have to discuss his emotions, he gets to discuss bullshit. So Taako's grin just spreads wider and wider until it looks like it's his birthday and Candlenights all in one day.]

Oh my gods I sure fucking hope so.

[Terrible. Just terrible.]

Are we in-laws now? Cousins twice removed by a one-night stand? I think legally we're related.

[Oh, good, Taako's loving this and Gren is In Hell. Whatever, he's there so often that he might as well have his own fucking parking spot. Give him real estate in Hell, he deserves it.]

I don't think it was a fuckin' one-night stand. It was a thing.

[God. Wade fucked Taako's boyfriend's mom. Why is his life such a fucking soap opera?]

I think legally I'm fuckin' confused about how Wade fucked a skeleton god or whatever from your ren faire universe. And, I mean, I still ain't sure why Death got tits, does that seem weird to you? That seems real fuckin' weird to me.

[As long as he gets an affiliate referral, like damn. Where's his credit for all the mental and literal murder? He should be getting paid.

He just snorts at Gren's assumptions, still looking incredibly pleased with this entire ordeal.]

I dunno, not that weird. Maybe she wanted tits. If you just had the power to generate tits I bet that would be fun for a while.

[Not that he's interested in them, but it's the thought that counts.]

Also like, I met the goddess of fate once and she also had tits. So. I think my tit thesis is pre-tty well supported.

[Wink. Get it? Supported??? Get it???????]

I'm not talkin' about fuckin' tits with you.

[God, he doesn't even like tits. Or, rather, not these kinds of tits, he'd liked Wade's tits plenty. The rack on that man, Gren pines for the fucking majesty of Wade Wilson's titties on a daily basis. He would lose an arm all over again for the chance to smother himself in Wade's pectoral cleavage one more time.]

What I'm talkin' about with you is how you're a fuckin' hypocrite. What the fuck's with you havin' some handsome-ass motherfucker gettin' all sappy over you? What fuckin' soap opera end-of-the-world confession bullshit did I just have to watch?

taako | ota

i. [racing] if i can get my shit together / i'm gonna run away and never see any of you again

ii. [reunion] i know its just a number but you're the eighth wonder

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iii. [the best day ever] i miss the days when i pretended with you, with you