remember seek (forgetting find)

[forwhomtheytoll]

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 jading

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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[lowkeyangel]

[Her dessert finished, he gives her a nod.]

Then that's the way it'll be.

[The most specific vessel anyone could ask for. Most angels really didn't get a say in the matter. They could change it, but what was the point? For most of the angels, a vessel is just a vessel. It's only when you spend long periods on Earth that what it looks like becomes important.]

[truthhurts]

[The most specific vessel, created by the only angel Amitiel would entrust with this, to be honest. No big surprise there, admittedly, knowing that the rest of Heaven would likely kill her on the spot... but still. This is important to her, and therefore even if there were other options, Gabriel would be the only one she'd even consider.]

My car is parked across the street. Or... I suppose you could fly the both of us.

[lowkeyangel]

Guess you won't really need it, will ya?

[Gabriel grins a little at the thought of an angel driving a car. Oh, sure, he's done it in the past; he's been on full-blown trickster road trips, mostly in the 1950s when road trips were all the rage — and the best way to find deserving jackasses. Those had been the days. Of recent memory, at least.

He doesn't much like it, because of how slow it is, but driving around a big RV to be lazy in? It has its merits.]

You can always come back for it later.

[He snaps his fingers, and a tip and the bill appears on the table. Her night doesn't have to be ruined on account of her moronic... ex boyfriend. Gabriel ignores how pleased the mental ring of that makes him.]

[truthhurts]

You realize I was going to pay for that.

[But try as she might to pretend to roll her eyes, Amitiel is actually grateful. Last night as a human, she could have done everything the human way... but Gabriel makes sure to wrap everything in a nice bow for her. Almost as if he's genuinely glad to have her return.

It's a nice thought.

Sadly for them, though, moronic people tend to be... well, moronic. And maybe Amitiel shouldn't be surprised at all when, the moment they leave the restaurant, she's faced with a frantic ex, who wraps his hands around her shoulders and stammers to beg for a second chance - having realized, Amitiel suspects, that without her, he can't afford rent.

It's a little fact that occurs to her only now, and it makes the weight in her stomach somewhat heavier.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Gabriel just winks as she gives him that look, and follows her out of the restaurant with a slight skip in his step. He'll blame it on the chocolate, if he's asked about it, but of course they're immediately distracted by Sir Douchington, whom Gabriel regards with the most Unimpressed Gaze in the World.

It's bad when you pretend to keep it in your pants, lie to everyone, and then make poor decisions on top of all of that. It's worse when you start raining on an archangel's parade.]

Hey. Buddy. Give the lady some space.

[He'll play nice. For now. While he sees how Amitiel wants to play this, or until the idiot gets in his face.]

[truthhurts]

[To reiterate: The ex is rather moronic. This is what he says to Gabriel, to prove that fact:]

Why don't you back off, buddy. This is between me and my girlfriend.

[Except it isn't, is it? Amitiel distinctly remembers that her boyfriend... no, her ex, apparently thought their relationship was between the two of them plus whoever else he fancied, and that's just... so many levels of 'no'.

It still hurts more than it should, but she's clinging to the attempt not to let anyone know that. She puts a hand on his chest and tries to push, frown firmly locked in place and eyes cold. She deserved better when she was human, and she simply has no patience for his bullshit now that she remembers what she really is.]

You can either let go and leave me alone, or I will walk off and leave you at my friend's mercy.

[It's rare that she gives Gabriel leave to do his worst, so when she attempts to walk off and still finds herself with an uncomfortable attachment on her arm, all it takes is one look at Gabriel. Yeah, he's got permission alright.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Is it Christmas, already?

Nevermind that April Fools is Gabriel's Christmas, for all intents and purposes. Running afoul of the Trickster is one thing — you'd lose your life, doing something that would get you a spot in the Darwin Awards. But Gabriel, the archangel? It's so, so much worse. Modern medicine only goes so far, and it can't deal with hands that, well...

Hands that have no bones in them to grasp a certain person's arm with. That's what happens, when Gabriel snaps his fingers with an ice-cold smile in the ex-boyfriend's direction. It doesn't hurt, at least not yet, but it does mean his hand flops on the end of his arm like a dead squid's tentacle.

That's another prank he needs to do. But not today. Today, he's teleported the bones from a man's hand and made the palm... extremely hairy.

Gabriel puts his arm around the guy's shoulders, still with that you're-in-a-lot-of-trouble smile, and gently steers him from Amitiel.]

Listen, pal. She's not your girlfriend. You shoulda thought of that when you were porking that waitress in your car, making her wait for you. All dressed up nice, and you were off scraping the bottom of the barrel. But you continue to do that, short stop. You're going to need to, with a hand like you've got. Oh, and, you should go see a doctor. There's something not right downstairs.

[And with that, Gabriel snaps his fingers again, and the guy disappears from view. He ends up in the office of his landlady, who's working late hours, where he can — surely! — explain his rent problem.

Or not. The archangel doesn't really care. He's going to have to work on his personality, now that his manhood and his hand don't work. Maybe he will, maybe he won't.]

[truthhurts]

[There's a frown marring Amitiel's features. She kept walking, not interested in seeing the extent of Gabriel's vengeance. Defending her honor. Nothing she needs, but it's still nice to have.

It's just all a little too much, the joke of a relationship she just got out of, the return of her memories that still has her reeling a little, truth be told, knowing she'll lose this life, knowing the world is destined to end. Her friends, her ex, her parents, they will die. She'll be an angel again, and she'll pretend that it doesn't phase her.

Amelia is dying with every passing second, because she's Amitiel, always will be. And suddenly that feels terribly lonely, bows her shoulders under a weight not yet put on her. There's sorrow in her eyes, though no tears, and she's not sure if she mourns her dignity, trampled on by a man whom she valued a lot and who valued her less than little, or perhaps her strength, failing her now that she needs to pretend to be vast.

She keeps walking until she feels Gabriel back by her side, and only then does she stop, slip off her heels and walk barefoot. More comfortable.]

You know about him. Before tonight. Didn't you?

[lowkeyangel]

[Gabriel watches her put her shoe back on, shrugs.]

There's a picture of you two in the living room. Not too hard to put together.

[If she presses further, he'll admit to snooping. Not that it's difficult to work out, since he normally doesn't notice little details like framed pictures. Not unless he has time to kill, or a very good reason to be observant. Amitiel is a very good reason, but maybe something bordering on jealousy - something he wouldn't admit - meant that casing her place had been more than about security.]

[truthhurts]

No.

[Well, there is a picture, but it's not what she meant. Amitiel frowns at him now, not really upset with anything but the fact that he's trying to weasel out of it.]

You knew about everything. Don't lie to me anymore, Gabriel. I don't need to see your Grace to know when you're trying to bullshit me.

[lowkeyangel]

[He sighs, and suddenly it's just like old times again. Going somewhere, trying to get out of it, trying to deviate, and getting his butt verbally kicked.]

Unlike the NSA, I don't know everything. I knew about him, and I knew he could play King of the Jerks on Broadway. That's it.

[truthhurts]

[Fair enough. Amitiel crosses her arms, huffy but not truly upset. Puzzling over the situation and trying to work it all out before she gets her Grace back, and the slate is clean.]

Did you watch over me on other occasions, too? And the NSA doesn't know everything. Just everything about the humans, as if that helps them figure anything out.

[lowkeyangel]

[He's still amazed that there's no such thing as the Men In Black. Really. How has the government been so oblivious this long? The Men of Letters had been a private organization. Though it had had famous members of government in it, from time to time, no one had breathed an official word.]

When I came to see you at that coffee shop, that was the first time I'd seen you since...

[Gabriel hesitates. But, no bullshit. Okay. Fine.]

Since you fell.

[truthhurts]

[Since she fell. He'd been there. Not during, maybe, but immediately after. Of course, he'd been on Earth, must have felt it. AN angel falling, especially in the manner she chose to employ, isn't exactly... subtly, for all other creatures thus inclined.

Still. To think he risked exposure, capture, not only to retrieve her Grace, but to see her. Amitiel is touched. Blushes a little, and tries to play over it.]

Please tell me you didn't pose as a nurse. I'm not sure if I could handle that.

[lowkeyangel]

I don't know, I think I could make scrubs look good. [He smirks at her briefly, before looking back out at the darkened city.] But, nah. I was just, uh. Visiting.

[And he really doesn't visit hospitals unless he has to. They're depressing.]

[truthhurts]

Just like that, hm?

[And isn't that something worth some further thought. Not now, though. Too much else swirling around in her mind - including the effort to dismiss the idea of Gabriel in nurse getup.

Just. Come on.]

Should have known you were never as far away as it felt.

[lowkeyangel]

[Gabriel shrugs. He remembers all of the emotions he'd felt as he'd stared through the maternity ward window at Amitiel's — Amelia's — pink, wrinkly, newborn face. These aren't emotions he'd like to dredge up again, on the simple fact that he tries to avoid doing that on principle.]

I'm not saying I stalked you. Tried to stay away as long as I could, so you could have something, uh... human. [Before the Apocalypse.]

[truthhurts]

I thought you were dead. Had I known you were merely hiding, I'd have put off such adventures and gone to put your head straight.

[It's a tease, but a hollow one, and they both know it. Her self-inflicted fall had nothing to do with Gabriel's 'death', and everything to do with her own feelings over what happened in Heaven.]

Thank you. For looking out for me.