Sakyou will not beat Luke up, though. He'll just stand there, giving him a bit of a concerned look...]
...Yes. It's been happening today, in the same way other things happened the past two weeks. The bite compulsion and such. [...] That wasn't mine, though.
...I can understand that. [Thanks to his slore (sword lore), some of his memories are that way, too!] Like something you've seen before, but through a strange lens, yes? Half-remembered, like the few minutes when you've just woken up.
Anyway god Sakyou's going to snap everyone in two if they haven't explained CYOAs to Luke yet.]
Yes - among other things, many of us experienced a complete rearrangement of memory while away on those "trips". Some believed themselves to be serial killers, I thought that I was a terrorist...
[And now here these fuckin dudes are thinking they're just normal ass college students perhaps.]
[People talking to Luke about stuff happening?? Haha..........
Luckily,]
Oh, I--yeah. Bradley said... [He trails off. Bradley... him... dormie. :pensive:] Bradley said where he went, he... The place made him believe everything was true. That he belonged there.
Sweet Bradley, though... At least two immortals on that squad have like 1k years of practice in repression and could thus discuss their Terrible Serial Killer Experience with others.]
...Yes; that's something that's possible wherever we go and here. At least two of us have had our way of thinking altered without being taken anywhere else.
Very funny that he managed to make sweet Luke feel bad in his attempts at trying to not make Luke feel bad, though. He just shakes his head.]
I can understand it. It's an unpleasant thing to consider, to say the least.
[You know what else is an unpleasant thing to consider?? This memory that gently whops Luke upside the head. the mod accounts are in the filters im not friending riku darksubverted rikuson just to add him to my filters dammit]
The memory jolts him a little more than his own. There is a terribly familiar grip around his heart he can't place. A little seed of madness that he remembers too well.
The air rolls with a thick cloud of fog as he gasps when it ends. He stumbles, but thankfully doesn't go down.]
[YOU ASKED FOR THE DEMON SWORD AND YOU GOT THE DEMON SWORD DAMN.
Anyway, Sakyou's moving forward reflexively a moment or two after the memory fades, even though that's still too slow to have actually caught this poor lad if he did fall. His hands hover awkwardly between them, remaining there for a few seconds as he gathers his words.]
--I... [...] You shouldn't have had to see that - I'm sorry.
[He goes quiet, his eyes falling to Sakyou's sword, too. Well, that's fucking discontenting. HE'S HALF A DISNEY, HELLO. This is some nefarious villain shit.]
If it really does speak, you shouldn't give in to what it says.
[can't believe he's got the eye of sauron happening...
ANYWAY IT'S FINE don't worry about his nefarious villain blade that may or may not have words to say about this exchange. Sakyou offers a little quirk of a smile... sasuga protag-san.]
I won't. It isn't like before - it's just like anything else that speaks. Though it's a bit obnoxious at times, it's still something I can ignore.
[Muramasa in the meantime just there like >:/ waiting for potential power unlock in the distant future.]
[Hilariously, he looks fairly disturbed by this. There is just something... something he inherently dislikes about the idea of what he saw, of what he has realized.
[He's about to be like YEAH LOOK IT WAS CRYING!!! but instead gets rudely slapped by this memory instead hello. ANNA. FUCK OFF
Uh, this is probably not the best thing, though. After snapping out of the memory, Sakyou's first instinct is to look toward Luke - but since he's kinda looking like he's having Possession Head Pains over there, he actually does reach out this time, lightly setting a hand against his shoulder.]
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Sakyou will not beat Luke up, though. He'll just stand there, giving him a bit of a concerned look...]
...Yes. It's been happening today, in the same way other things happened the past two weeks. The bite compulsion and such. [...] That wasn't mine, though.
[LUKE your AMNESIA.]
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It... [Well, he can't be like IT WASN'T? since clearly, that bastard looked exactly like him.] I don't know what any of that meant.
It was like... a dream.
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...I can understand that. [Thanks to his slore (sword lore), some of his memories are that way, too!] Like something you've seen before, but through a strange lens, yes? Half-remembered, like the few minutes when you've just woken up.
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...
[He frowns into the middle distance at the explanation because it makes more sense than he wants to admit.]
Yeah, like that. Was... that me?
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...I think it's very possible that it was, yes. [...] You've been told of what happens to those of us who leave on Thursdays, correct?
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But that... I've never... [He is SO CONFUSED.] "What happens"...?
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Anyway god Sakyou's going to snap everyone in two if they haven't explained CYOAs to Luke yet.]
Yes - among other things, many of us experienced a complete rearrangement of memory while away on those "trips". Some believed themselves to be serial killers, I thought that I was a terrorist...
[And now here these fuckin dudes are thinking they're just normal ass college students perhaps.]
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Luckily,]
Oh, I--yeah. Bradley said... [He trails off. Bradley... him... dormie. :pensive:] Bradley said where he went, he... The place made him believe everything was true. That he belonged there.
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Sweet Bradley, though... At least two immortals on that squad have like 1k years of practice in repression and could thus discuss their Terrible Serial Killer Experience with others.]
...Yes; that's something that's possible wherever we go and here. At least two of us have had our way of thinking altered without being taken anywhere else.
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[He sounds... slightly defensive, but also unsure. There is a hint of fearful uncertainty there.
(roxas voice, which is very funny)]
I'm me, and no one else.
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In any case, his expression softens a little and he just nods.]
We don't have to talk about it, then. Especially if it's upsetting to you.
[Because he knows firsthand how pointless that is while ass deep in being isekai'd. He isn't here to cause undue stress on purpose, either.]
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The fact that Sakyou doesn't argue or keep pressing surprises him into feeling bad about how he snapped like a hurt dog.]
It's fine. I'm not upset. Just... frustrated.
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Very funny that he managed to make sweet Luke feel bad in his attempts at trying to not make Luke feel bad, though. He just shakes his head.]
I can understand it. It's an unpleasant thing to consider, to say the least.
[You know what else is an unpleasant thing to consider?? This memory that gently whops Luke upside the head. the mod accounts are in the filters im not friending riku darksubverted rikuson just to add him to my filters dammit]
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The memory jolts him a little more than his own. There is a terribly familiar grip around his heart he can't place. A little seed of madness that he remembers too well.
The air rolls with a thick cloud of fog as he gasps when it ends. He stumbles, but thankfully doesn't go down.]
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Anyway, Sakyou's moving forward reflexively a moment or two after the memory fades, even though that's still too slow to have actually caught this poor lad if he did fall. His hands hover awkwardly between them, remaining there for a few seconds as he gathers his words.]
--I... [...] You shouldn't have had to see that - I'm sorry.
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[He doesn't reach out to grab Sakyou for the same reason Sakyou doesn't want to reach out and grab him, but he doesn't pull away.]
Are... you okay?
[that was a lot to go through, my guy, lol???]
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...It was, yes. [A little sigh.] I'm alright. This isn't the first time I've had to see that again.
[Fortunately, because the first time he did, he was confused as hell.]
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It sounds like... [He shakes his head, uncertain.] Like a story from a book.
[He has no room to talk about this, but he doesn't know that yet. Very funny.]
Does it... still...?
[HE'S
THINKING ABOUT HIS OWN "SWORD" NOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]
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...I suppose it does, doesn't it?
[A very unfortunate storybook scenario... He sighs a little, but the question has him glancing back toward the sword at his hip.]
--Does it still speak? Yes. [COMFORTING.] But that seems to be the extent of what it's capable of.
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It...
[He goes quiet, his eyes falling to Sakyou's sword, too. Well, that's fucking discontenting. HE'S HALF A DISNEY, HELLO. This is some nefarious villain shit.]
If it really does speak, you shouldn't give in to what it says.
[Sorry, he's also a protag.]
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ANYWAY IT'S FINE don't worry about his nefarious villain blade that may or may not have words to say about this exchange. Sakyou offers a little quirk of a smile... sasuga protag-san.]
I won't. It isn't like before - it's just like anything else that speaks. Though it's a bit obnoxious at times, it's still something I can ignore.
[Muramasa in the meantime just there like >:/ waiting for potential power unlock in the distant future.]
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Not about Sakyou. About the sword.
His brows pinch.]
You don't have to rely on that kind of strength.
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His own brow furrows just a little, but there's some minute confusion in it, too.]
...I hadn't intended to in the first place, to be honest. The sword called to me.
[He found it in a creepy cave and picked it up like a fool because it was crying.]
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Called to you? And... you listened?
[He opens his mouth to say something else, but then Sakyou gets another memory because I think it's fucking funny.
When he comes out of it, this time, though, he's holding his head and groaning.]
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Uh, this is probably not the best thing, though. After snapping out of the memory, Sakyou's first instinct is to look toward Luke - but since he's kinda looking like he's having Possession Head Pains over there, he actually does reach out this time, lightly setting a hand against his shoulder.]
Luke—? Are you alright?
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