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remember seek (forgetting find)

THE AMNESIA MEME

Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance. (VIA

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1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???
4. PROFIT.

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ...whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into...something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now--that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!

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[Amitiel notices the near break, the bitter slant to his smile, and doesn't comment. It's not her place to corner him about this, to direct his thoughts there more than they must already be circling there on their own. Instead she hesitates, then places her hand over Gabriel's.

It's not really a gesture of comfort, or not completely. Her index finger taps lightly on the back of his hand, and she frowns, as if something is wrong with the picture. But right now, Amitiel can't make contact with him through any other means, can't convey the complexity of her thoughts with the way she folds her wings or with tendrils of Grace letting Gabriel know she's at his side, small comfort as that may be.]

I remember that you made me listen to every shell.

[He looks down at her hand for a moment. It may not be like the old days, like when they could communicate without even looking at each other, but it's enough, right now. He's been alone for a while. There's a reason he was so bored he made a habit of stalking his brothers' future vessels, as much as he kind of likes them.]

I ran you around ragged back in the day.

[Gabriel's smile is wry, now, rather than dark.]

And you want to go diving right into that?

[At least he probably won't drag her to the Spearmint Rhino. Probably.]

[Amitiel's eyes flick up then, meet Gabriel's and don't let go. Frowning again - why does he always bring that out in her? Seriously. Her fingernail pokes into his hand a bit harder than necessary for a moment.]

Why wouldn't I?

[In the end, that's where she belongs.

Not just because Heaven once told her to.]

[There a handful of reasons she shouldn't want to, he thinks — somewhere in the back of his mind, the more honest than usual voice that he has a habit of ignoring. But he's not masochistic enough to voice any of those reasons. If she wants to follow him around again? He relishes the company.

It's been so long since he's had another angel to talk to.]

Beats me.

[He smiles, feeling remarkably content. Even with her poking him.]

Exactly.

[With a last squeeze, Amitiel lets go of his hand and returns to her meal. It's easy to forget, sitting here like this, that he's an arch angel, so moch more than she used to be, and so much more than she is, now. Vast and terrifying, and yet all she ever associates with him are silly games and small nuisances that she never minded half as much as her scowl would have outsiders believe.

It's comforting almost, but also scary. She begins to think that humans were never meant to mingle with angels, because seeing them only in those vessel is... almost underwhelming as opposed to awe-inspiring.

Well. Except for the smiting and the flashing of wings, that was impressive from a human perspective, admittedly.]

So does that mean you intend for us to hide out under palm trees?

We could. Sip mai tais, stretch out on deck chairs. I mean, from a hiding perspective, it's kinda difficult.

[The same sigils, runes and protections that hide an apartment so easily are tricky to modify for sitting out in the open. But those same protections that a certain troublesome little brother's put on a pair of Winchesters can be modified to help obscure an angel, too. It's a little more personal to apply. But if Heaven finds either of them again, that story won't end happily.]

But I can't say I haven't done it before.

[He shrugs.]

We could go anywhere, do anything. It's like those terrible teen movies when they graduate from college and think they're not going straight into blue collar jobs, except we actually have freedom.

I always wanted a vacation like that, you know. I figured... as soon as I've gotten somewhere with my career, I'd take a week off, book a flight, buy a nice swim suit or even bikini and just... sit on a beach.

[It's always been a nice thought. Got her through year after year after year, made her think 'next year will be better'. Of course it'd never be. Not much of a surprise there, in retrospect.

And truth be told, she would have gotten bored after a day and probably started taking her laptop to the beach to write articles or do research.]

It's relaxing.

[He admits that it's hard to think of Amitiel on a beach, doing nothing, but maybe he can get her to relax properly. If they even get that far, because part of him is expecting her to regain her Grace and then take off. It's a small part, but he'd left and he knows he hurt his family when he did it. That someone wants him back is... something he wants to believe, but it's hard to believe it in full.

Gabriel polishes off his dessert with a shrug.]

Let's do it. What have we got to lose?

[A lot. She's only just found him again, the one who mattered most, even if she realized that much too late. When he left, she'd mourned him, though in private, on her own, silently, and maybe even without acknowledging to herself how horrible his sudden absence was. Angels weren't equipped to handle something like that.

Moving on was - and is easier. Or rather, moving forwards. Never quite moving on, not in her case at least.]

I've always feared for my sanity when you said things like that.

[Gabriel just smiles like the cheshire cat and, when the waiter wanders nearby, orders himself another dessert. The guy doesn't even look surprised this time and assures him it'll arrive with "Amelia's" dessert.]

Buzzkill. C'mon, you act like everything I do turns out terribly. Remember the sunrise off Catalina?

I remember we had a mission and you forced me to look at the sun rise. It rises every day on Earth. Still does, by the way, I checked.

[It's not realy that Amitiel isn't romantic. It's just that she used to have no appreciation for nice gestures. Still not the biggest fan of sunrises, because... well, yeah, it rises every day what's so special about that? But these days at least she can look at back at the gesture and appreciate it a bit more.

Back then? No chance.]

You always did that. Dragged me off somewhere...

[He just shakes his head, in mock-exasperation. It had been easy to drag her around. Partially because he had been, after all, her superior; to some extend, she had had to listen to him, as much as she was his 'babysitter'.

But he'd always liked to think that, secretly, she'd enjoyed it when he'd made her experience things from different views than she might normally.]

I always expected there to be drag marks in your Grace, but so far, so good.

[Gabriel winks.]

[That just makes her raise one eyebrow, a bit skeptical, a bit amused, maybe.]

Have you looked at it thoroughly, then?

[The thought amuses her, however unlikely it may be. Then again, Gabriel saved her Grace, went to the trouble of going after something Heaven would aim to collect. And he go it, took it with him and kept it safe.

The thought... warms her, oddly.]

Where did you hide it, anyway?

I made sure it was, you know, in one piece, if that's what you're asking.

[He just smiles. Someone might be listening. Anyone. If he tells her, it's going to be in a place he's locked down a little more. Like her apartment.]

You'll just have to wait and see.

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I'm grateful, you know. That you came for it. And for me, when I was in danger.

[He'd let her have the human life she grabbed for as long as possible, didn't rob her of that choice, and isn't withholding this either. It's good to know someone's got her back, even if it's someone who left without a word oh so long ago. Can't exactly blame him for that, though, not now, and not even then really.]

Least I could do. I mean, you have bailed me out more times than anyone aside from an angel can count.

[And she'd better savor him saying that, because it might be a long time before he says it again. He can't help it. He might not have the extra serving of pride that Lucifer has, but Gabriel's ego isn't insignificant.]

And you're welcome.

[Oh, she knows about the ego. It's part of Gabriel's charm, and by charm Amitiel means things that wear her sanity down.

She does appreciate the praise, though, unexpected at it might be right now. His reward is a fond little look.]

You always made sure I'd have my hands full of your messes.

[Not said unkindly. Because while it was just part of the job for her, it was also not something she always disliked.]

Those were the days, huh?

[His ego could have a table at this restaurant all to itself, but that wouldn't be any fun. Gabriel smiles wistfully and has a good mouthful of his own wine. Wine isn't his favorite, exactly, but white isn't too bad.

He wouldn't want to go back, not with the memories he has now, but he has a fondness for those times when it was just he and Amitiel, waiting to deliver a message or traveling to get there.]

Now I clean up my own messes.

[Well, you know. Sort of.]

I shudder to think how you would define 'cleaning up'.

[Mild joking aside, Amitiel actually knows that Gabriel is more than competent if he puts his mind to it. He used to just not want to, or rather, he wanted to add to things in ways that made most angels shudder.

No wonder he got assigned the... strange little ones, way back then when new angels were still created. Amitiel never was sure if that was a good or bad thing - for them, for the Host. With all that she has in her head now, she'd have to re-evaluate, she's sure.]

Tell me about your messes, then.

[Gabriel's reasonably certain that his messes aren't the thing for dinner conversation, so he arches his brows.]

Are you sure about that? It's your last night, I wouldn't want to give you a headache.

[They can have plenty of time to catch up. Now, as the dessert arrives, he's willing to be less of a loudmouth and let her enjoy things as a human.]

[There's a small smile on Amitiel's face now. It's bittersweet, because as much as this is a reunion, and as much as she's getting back... she's also losing so much more. Necessity, but that doesn't mean something inside her won't die and hurt.]

You always give me a headache, Gabriel.

Always? [He pretends to pout. She'll know he's just pretending — when he really sulks, he either covers it up with a grin or, in a few rare cases, adopts a borderline murderous expression.] Ouch. Words hurt, young lady.

I'm not young. I never was.

[And she just gives him another Look, because yeah, she sees right through him, and he should know better than to attempt it. Then again, he's always known better, and yet always goes back to this.

Maybe it's part of what makes it so easy to return to this.

Amitiel nods.]

The truth hurts.

[Gabriel shakes his head.]

I bet you have some item of paraphernalia in the house with "the pen is mightier than the sword" on it, huh? A coffee mug, knitted throw pillow?

You'd just love that, wouldn't you?

[It's not a denial, though, because what's the point. But really, a throw pillow, how antiquated does he think she is?

It's a poster.]

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