The Shared Memories Meme

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THE SHARED MEMORIES MEME


How to Play
I. Post a comment with your character, any preferences, and a prompt (or more than one) detailing the beginning of one of your character's memories.
II. Someone replies as if their character is a part of the memory.
III. The replier can influence how the memory turns out; the presence of someone who wasn't originally there can change things, after all.
IV. The person whose memory it is will never know that the replier isn't supposed to be a part of their memory, but the replier can be aware of it if they wish.
V. Have fun!

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Orihime Inoue | Bleach

[leekspins]

[OOC: A summary of three big points in Orihime's life are stated below. Choose one and I'll set, or if you have another point in mind, I'll roll with that too! Would love to do the memory, then have Orihime meet up with that person later, either realizing that they changed things or being unaware.]

Three Years Old
[Orihime's older brother (by 12 years) takes her from their abusive parents and runs away, where they lived together in a small apartment.]

Six Years Old
[Orihime was bullied on the way home from school by a group of older kids, who cornered her and cut her hair with scissors. So she cut it short in hopes that they would leave her alone.]

Twelve Years Old
[Orihime's brother is fatally wounded in a car wreck. She carries him to a local clinic where she first meets Ichigo. Though her brother didn't survive, the awkward company he kept with her in the waiting room causes her to fall in love with him a year later as she sees him as the one bright point of the most awful day in her life.]

Re: Orihime Inoue | Bleach

[seekerofheart]

[whichever you want, maybe second one?]

[leekspins]

[OOC: Sounds good to me! Thanks!]

[Orihime's proud of her hair, because her brother told her how much he liked its warm color. It's pretty long, falling more than halfway down her small back. School's finished, but she's in no rush to get home. Sora doesn't get back until at least 5:30, so that gives her a few hours to help with chores and watch TV while she patiently waits for her big brother's return.]

"Hey, idiot."

[She doesn't stop at first, because she doesn't think she's an idiot, and doesn't know anyone who would call her that. But she's forced to stop when someone shoves her from behind, sending her sprawling onto the sidewalk with a squeak of surprise.]

"I'm talking to you. What's with that attitude?"

I don't have an attitude...

[She picks herself back up, checking her knees for scrapes. Seems okay.]

so have a torn, confused, partial amnesiac in your memories, yay. if you don't mind.

[seekerofheart]

[Warm colour... he's not sure why, but that colour makes something inside him ache, and it's like he can't see anything else, her room, her tv, or her brother, he just tries to run up to her and grab a strand of her hair, if nobody stops him]

Lea...!

Don't mind at all!

[leekspins]

[He's just in time, scattering the 10-year-olds before they even think to pull out their scissors. They're not about to bully their target if an adult is around to put a stop to their fun. This leaves the six-year-old Orihime blinking up at the man as he holds her hair.]

Lea?

Re: Don't mind at all!

[seekerofheart]

[six years old... that hair colour... a girl, once upon a time, with a bright smile... did he dream that up? did he met that girl later, too...?]

Kairi... You are... somebody... to kidnap?

No, I think I've mistaken you for somebody else.

[shakes his head and takes a step back]

[leekspins]

[Kidnap?! Orihime jumps back, holding up her schoolbag as if she's fully prepared to smack him with it. She doesn't want to be kidnapped! But to her relief, he steps back, and seems to recognize that she isn't the person he mentioned.]

Er...no, I'm not Kairi or Lea. I'm Inoue Orihime. Who are you?

[seekerofheart]

I'm...

[shakes his head and seems lost in thought for a moment] Who am I?

[it might seem like a rhetoric question, but then why does he look at her as if he wants - expects - her to answer it...]

[thehawthorn]

1. [ He nearly heaves over the sink, in a single breath. It doesn't relieve him. Black spots swim.

Potter, staring at him in the dining hall. Burrowing like a worm, sickening, stomach turning--Draco's throat catches, in a rush of sweat. His eyes are hot, the line of his throat, but his innards are gone cold, his hands splayed across the sinks. Knew, did he know, the bastard, making his life doubly hell. Katie Bell chatting with Potter in the hall. He tugs at his tie knot, weakly, his other hand slipping on the sink edge. It was all for naught.

He looks up, then, at the mirror glass. ]


2. [ The maze of Malfoy Manor is beautiful to behold. All living vines, and humming foliage, shaping and reshaping to elegant form. It's construction had been an anniversary gift, but Draco cannot recall a garden without it.

He is small, only seven or so. A shock of white blonde and a neat gray button up. It's starting to get cool out, the season and the day. He had snuck out of his reading, against a house elf's pained protests; he had threatened to hold his breath until he dropped if she hadn't let him out. She would be severely punished; he would be cheeky, and thoroughly admonished by his mother.

It seemed a fair trade.

He turns a left. Another left. Draco is wet eyed, shivering, and pulls his sleeves over his fingers. His parents would not be home till very dark. The house elf would leave him here to spite him, he thinks. Lost. ]

[flagrare]

[ooc; hi there! Been wanting to tag with a Draco for a while! I'd just like to ask which scenario you preferred my Hermione to tag into. :) I'm game with either.

Looking forward to your reply! o/]

[thehawthorn]

ooc | hullo! so rare to see potter muses as of late, unless they're next gen.

i'm fine with either. i would assume that unless hermione alters the course of the first memory, harry will barge in pretty fast, as per canon. she might recognize the event, if harry told her anything, so i don't mind if she chooses to alter it, or replace harry.

if you rather the second, play away! it's a flexible headcanon.

[flagrare]

[ooc; absolutely! I've been having a reread of all the books myself and it's rekindled my HP love, along with just having bought and read the Tales of Beedle the Bard - yes, I'm terribly late!

Both scenarios are awfully tempting, but I think I'll go with the first one! I'll go ahead and start, then. :3]



[Hermione had no idea why she was standing in a stall inside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She recognized it instantly from the graffiti on the door and by the fact that this was where she'd brewed the Polyjuice Potion in her Second Year. What alarmed Hermione, however, was that she couldn't recall what she had been doing beforehand - could she have been a victim of a Dark spell or a possession?]

[Her mind was rifling through possibilities of answers at the speed of light, and with trembling hands, she took out her wand. She could hear someone crying, and the sobs prickled at her skin. That was definitely not Myrtle. Those were the sobs someone very much alive.]

[Common sense warred with Gryffindor bravery for a moment - should she wait it out? There was no telling who was out there. Or should she see who was crying?]

[She was spared from making the decision as shouts erupted. Spells ricocheted off the tiles, and one threw open her door - ]

Harry!

[Her head whipped in the other direction as she realized who he was dueling with.]

Malfoy?

[What was going on here?]

Saix (Isa) (furure AUish) | Kingdom Hearts

[seekerofheart]

1.

The memory seems very hazy. Or maybe it's just because it's so dark?

Somebody suddenly screams Don't! and then he realises that this somebody is him (he still exists?) and there's a memory within memory, brief flicker of mother telling you fairytales of immortal phoenixes and that you can kill a phoenix and it'd be fine because it's reborn again, afterwards, but if you put a phoenix in cage... the memory gets too hazy, but there's a childish fear in him, don't , don't, don't imprison the only phoenix you've ever met.

And then he can see even in the darkness and there's flash of red and flash of green and you feel a little better and a little worse and you hate it and somebody asks:

Isa? Isa, can you hear me? You heard me?

But he doesn't answer or maybe he does. Why's everything so hazy? And then he knows that it's more clear than it's been for last two years because you can see green eyes and a blade made of fire and he feels something that he thinks somebody maybe once called hope.

2. The memory seems to be full of static, but sometimes it's more clear - two five or six year old boys are sitting somewhere (the background's too hazy to make out, maybe if you come closer) and talk about something (but it's like a mute movie, nothing can be heard. or maybe they're just too far away and you need to come closer to watch and overhear?).

Ioanatan Sadoveanu // MCU OC // OTA

[intuneric]

[1. Ioanatan is maybe seven, maybe eight, and he's digging through the trash. It's filthy work but he's already filthy himself. He has no pride to injure when people walk by because here, no one cares and this isn't an uncommon sight. His stomach aches, so he keeps going even as the snow begins to fall.

2. He's eleven, and this is the aftermath of his first mission. His hands still shake slightly as he balls them into fists. There's so much blood, more than he thought people had in them. He's going to be sick. He leans against the wall, looking over the wreckage of the office building. He knows he shouldn't question his targets. This place was marked for a reason, and he didn't need to know why. But he can barely use his telekinesis to push bodies out of the way as he makes his way towards the exit, shuddering at what he's done.

3. A fourteen year old Ioanatan has no remorse left in him, perched atop a building. A stack of circular metal blades lay around him, and as people pass by, he watches them, waiting for the right ones. When he spots them, the blades lift and soar downwards, picking up speed, neatly nailing each target.

4. He can't do this. Not this mission, not this time. He's packing his bag with his meager possessions, the clothes and the weapons he owns filling most of it, in a cold sweat. All these things he's done, the monster he's become, can't manage to make this okay. He's suffocating. He needs to leave.]

To summarize my canon: my guy's from old DC comics, but he also kills for a living.

[goodbadimthguywiththgun]

((OOC: Hello. Do you have any particular memory you want explored or can I pick at random? In any of the mission-driven memories, I'd be happy to write my guy as an embittered, older assassin working with your younger assassin and set up a job-scenario that they've both been assigned to.))

I can dig it.

[intuneric]

[[OOC: Nope! Any memory is up for grabs. Would you like to go with anything in particular?]]

Huzzah, I'll transplant my guy into the MCU instead of making a crisis crossover. Comics or movies?

[goodbadimthguywiththgun]

((OOC: I'll pm you. As this is your character and his memory, I want to be certain that this is something that would mesh with his canon.))

Katan | Angel Sanctuary| OTA

[hisguardianangel]

1. [he's a small boy, taking his first steps... though it might seem weird to anybody who looks at the memory, since he seems to look like a six, maybe seven year old. He looks around with wonder and awe, which seem to be very like... a worship of the world around? as if it was something new. at the same time, this worship seems to have no childish naivety in it... when he accidently steps into an ant colony, he recoils in pain, but there's no surprise that it hurts.]

[he whispers, stammering a little, but his voice is beautiful] I... I should be more careful with this body.

2. He looks to be a few years older now, and he's sitting at the dest, with a stack of books before him, yawning but refusing to fall asleep. Because he still needs to learn more.

[his voice is more confident now] I can't fall asleep now. I wish... no, I'll get to Acilut. Soon.

[he nods to himself, but... well, a body is a body and it seems like he's going to fall asleep any moment now, anyway]

Kotaro Minami || Kamen Rider Black

[blamesgolgom]

[Kotaro stood at the center of a field, gazing at the emptiness at first, as if he had deep thoughts at the moment. But he snaps back one he hears his friends calling for him. There, two young women and a man who look as if he were the same age as Kotaro were waving for him, telling the other to come.

Kotaro smiled. And for those who were more familiar to this man, one may notice he looks a lot happier than before. A lot happier.

Welcome, you have just entered into one of Kotaro's happiest memories. A time before his life sucked and became a mutant bug man.]

[chalicejoker]

[There are others who weren't quite as lucky to have known a time before being a horrible bug man, and one such individual was quite uneasy to find himself in this area.

But he had to go get Kotaro out. To bring him back to the real world. He'll jog over to meet Kotaro and the other humans there. He's hesitant; he's noticed how relaxed and happy Kotaro seems.]

[blamesgolgom]

[Unfortunately for Hajime, Kotaro doesn't seem to notice as the other approaches. Kyoko then takes Kotaro's hand and giggles at him.]

Silly Kotaro, is your head in the clouds again? Come on, Onii-chan and Kasumi-san are waiting!

Ah, right. Sorry!

[She'll be dragging Kotaro to where the other two are. Looks like they're having a picnic today. Ain't that nice?]

keyword relevant

[chalicejoker]

[Of course Kotaro wouldn't take particular notice of a short, grumpy-looking guy in a trenchcoat. This was before they'd met. Hajime followed after them. Siblings...watching Kotaro and his brother there reminded him of Kenzaki. How could he force Kotaro to leave this?

He'd drawn closer to the group as he grew lost in thought, and he was now uncomfortably close to the picnic table, skulking behind a tree, and looking for all the world like a creeper up to no good.]

u really tried hajime *gold star*

[blamesgolgom]

[And while Hajime stands there and creep on them, all four started talking about a variety of things, like their favorite past times and moments during their school years, embarrassing stories, their dreams and futures that they manage to share to everyone else (like Nobuhiko's planned wedding after he finished his studies.)

Eventually they all stood up and decided to play a simple game of catch, while the sun is still up. All of them just laughed about the good times they're having at the moment.

Too bad the Kotaro of this time had no idea of the terrible things to come later in his life.]

he will treasure that gold star always...and try harder

[chalicejoker]

[And sadly, that's the creepy man's job--to remind Kotaro of what's to come and try to snap him out of this happy time.

What up, Kotaro, there's a creeper sitting on the picnic table--not the bench, because rules are for chumps--being very hard to ignore. He's shuffling through a small deck of cards.

Here's hoping he's not thinking of using one of those cards. No, he probably is.]

do your best, hajime-san!!!!!

[blamesgolgom]

[After a while, Kotaro calls in a time-out as he decides to grab a drink back at the table. He's pretty tired, but the smile has not left his face.

This could be your lucky chance, Hajime! Will you be able to wake him up from his delusion???]