[actually, since sakyou is by the desk, he'll be able to see the photo inside the frame: it's of a young man, around chad's age when the photo was taken, and looking so much like him that they have to be related. (all the more so since he's wearing a pocket watch that looks suspiciously like chad's.) well, aside from the part where this boy is smiling cheerfully.
chad moves aside some of the things on the table... until a memory plays, and he freezes.
You are in the Demon Frontier: an ominous space, crawling with demons and devoid of any cheer. The moon hangs in the sky, amidst shadowy silhouettes.
Something constantly pulls on your consciousness, as if trying to catch your attention. (Vague whispers of join me, I will grant you what you wish for.) It threatens to overwhelm you, to fill your heart with anger and grief that are not your ownâbut you resist, putting up walls between you and the source. It leaves behind a dull ache in your head, but you do your best to focus on what's in front of you.
Your companion asks,
"... But why would you be able to hear the calls from the demon lord?"
"The power of corruption opens a door behind which dwells great power. The key to controlling it is to control the size of that door. If I lose control, then I will be no different from other corrupted warlocks."
You won't lose control, though. You refuse to. You are not defined by hatred or sorrow, and you won't be defeated by something this petty.
"The demon lords, however, are those who have crossed the door to the other side, embraced the power they found there, and transformed into demons."
"So the demon lord is calling you from behind that door?"
Tiredly, you say, "So to speak, yes."
"So, are you...?" she asks, hesitant.
"I'm not stupid enough to be convinced by a mere calling," you reply. "Also, I have no intentions of becoming a demon."]
Anyway, Sakyou's probably (nickelback voice) looked at that photograph while lying a paper flat in preparation to start folding. He's about to make a remark - siblings are important, after all - but instead he gets that! Rude!
Funny enough, the emotions are familiar to him. They're ones he feels very often, after all. This person, then - the person whose memories he's viewing - is already much stronger in many ways. He's quiet for a second in the aftermath, blinking away the foreign perspective with a sort of grim expression.]
...So it really is going to be like this.
[MEMSHARE WEEK. And not even a catalyst to blame things on like they had with the biting...]
[EVERY TIME HE TALKS TO CHAD HE JUST WANTS TO RUN FURTHER AWAY truly this is a lad he cannot see eye to eye with, or so it feels.]
Productivity does keep one moving forward.
[He can't argue with it, though. He's just the sort of asshole that thinks with his heart and not his head.
Speaking of! Sometimes, demons! A return memory for a memory, even if Chad's is a half-remembered one. It's fine, this one's half-remembered too. mod accounts are added to the filters help]
[Sometimes you're both dealing with demons but you are just very opposite personality types anyway.
That's fun, though. Sakyou still stumbles through these moments but is getting more used to them, to the point that he can at least pull himself out of his post-memshare stupor with greater ease.]
--A memory of mine. [At least he can recall that now, unlike the first time!] My apologies.
No. I could remember pieces in a hazy sort of way... Like waking up in the middle of the night and just barely being able to remember the last dream you were having.
... That seems like something you should look into.
[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your bloodâa voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are nowâ
âcapable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of youâ
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]
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Not really. I just figured it was something simple enough for the others to do.
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[Maya and her fuckin 5000 scarves...]
Would you like me to show you how to fold a crane?
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One needs a flat surface to fold the edges properly.
[So they get the table because the floor is a MESS.]
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chad moves aside some of the things on the table... until a memory plays, and he freezes.
You are in the Demon Frontier: an ominous space, crawling with demons and devoid of any cheer. The moon hangs in the sky, amidst shadowy silhouettes.
Something constantly pulls on your consciousness, as if trying to catch your attention. (Vague whispers of join me, I will grant you what you wish for.) It threatens to overwhelm you, to fill your heart with anger and grief that are not your ownâbut you resist, putting up walls between you and the source. It leaves behind a dull ache in your head, but you do your best to focus on what's in front of you.
Your companion asks,
"... But why would you be able to hear the calls from the demon lord?"
"The power of corruption opens a door behind which dwells great power. The key to controlling it is to control the size of that door. If I lose control, then I will be no different from other corrupted warlocks."
You won't lose control, though. You refuse to. You are not defined by hatred or sorrow, and you won't be defeated by something this petty.
"The demon lords, however, are those who have crossed the door to the other side, embraced the power they found there, and transformed into demons."
"So the demon lord is calling you from behind that door?"
Tiredly, you say, "So to speak, yes."
"So, are you...?" she asks, hesitant.
"I'm not stupid enough to be convinced by a mere calling," you reply. "Also, I have no intentions of becoming a demon."]
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Anyway, Sakyou's probably (nickelback voice) looked at that photograph while lying a paper flat in preparation to start folding. He's about to make a remark - siblings are important, after all - but instead he gets that! Rude!
Funny enough, the emotions are familiar to him. They're ones he feels very often, after all. This person, then - the person whose memories he's viewing - is already much stronger in many ways. He's quiet for a second in the aftermath, blinking away the foreign perspective with a sort of grim expression.]
...So it really is going to be like this.
[MEMSHARE WEEK. And not even a catalyst to blame things on like they had with the biting...]
--My apologies.
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... Don't apologize. I don't know whose that was, anyway.
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...Do you think there's a possibility that it could be yours?
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I don't have any memories like that.
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Would you consider it a possibility, given what we know of what can happen to the memories of those here?
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[A little sigh; he turns his attention back to the paper under his hands.]
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[he also goes back to focusing on the paper.]
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[Which he thought was just an isekai thing but he's now realizing is also a thing from home! Wow. Sometimes demon swords.]
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Productivity does keep one moving forward.
[He can't argue with it, though. He's just the sort of asshole that thinks with his heart and not his head.
Speaking of! Sometimes, demons! A return memory for a memory, even if Chad's is a half-remembered one. It's fine, this one's half-remembered too. mod accounts are added to the filters help]
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but at the memory, he freezes. in the aftermath, he can only try to reorient himself.]
That was...
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That's fun, though. Sakyou still stumbles through these moments but is getting more used to them, to the point that he can at least pull himself out of his post-memshare stupor with greater ease.]
--A memory of mine. [At least he can recall that now, unlike the first time!] My apologies.
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[a pause, as his hand subconsciously goes up to his pocket watch.]
... Did you achieve your revenge, then?
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[...]
I don't think so, anyway. I didn't even remember that clearly before I saw it again here.
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[???]
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[Demons, man. They'll fuck you up.]
I didn't think too much about it until recently.
[Considering the blade is still at his side!]
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Do you know the reason for that, at least?
[sir that's concerning]
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...I suspect it's - a form of possession. I don't know much about it yet.
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[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your bloodâa voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are nowâ
âcapable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of youâ
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]
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