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bakerstreet2012-04-23 11:40 am
bottecellie) wrote in bakerstreet2012-04-23 11:40 am
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I don't remember the last time I posted this
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.
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!
omg that icon so moe u/////u also excuse the microtag this time, sorry!
"That is the other one you call Master. Do you feel any connection with either of these names? Einzbern, or Emiya?"
I'll use it again as punishment for the microtag!
"Yes, he wanted me to protect her above all else during the War and to consider her my primary Master due to it."
She runs a hand through her wet hair, searching her mind for more. It's hard to tell if that's true or not, but when Einzbern's face had been all she'd been able to hold on to she finds it's easier to accept things related to the woman with the cheerful smile.
oh no then i might end up giving you microtags all the way at this rate because moeeee saberchan
"Can you sense their presence, then? Anywhere at all, in this city?"
They as Servants had, after all, an almost unbreakable bond with those they avowed as Masters. If Saber could remember who they were, then perhaps she would also come to recall where they last were together, or at least sense their whereabouts so she could go to them.
And now I'm tempted to have them find bitty!Shirou by accident for lulz.
Then opens one to look up at him, she looks as embarrassed as she feels having to ask this of him. "How do I know if I'm sensing them and not something else? All I could sense back there was.... was his presence while he...."
She squeezes her eyes shut. Don't think about it. The priority right now was finding her Master, nothing more.
"How will I tell their presence from anyone else's?"
lmfajks HAHA AWWW but his name isn't emiya yet during HF4 is it?
"Servants have a bond with Masters that is unlike any other, Saber. I cannot tell you what it is like exactly, as I'm sure it differs among all of us, but it certainly would be the furthest from what you felt while in Caster's domain. You cared for them, did you not? Perhaps if you focused on those feelings, your heart would lead you to them.
If not, then a short rest might be what you need. You've been through much."
Nope. It's not. Hence it being so funny.
She closes her eyes again, clasps her hands over her chest, and tries to reach out. The image of that woman with white hair, smiling, laughing, holding out her hand to her is perfectly clear in her mind. This woman had not just been her Master, but her friend. Even if Emiya had not asked her to protect her above anything else, Saber already knows she would in a heartbeat.
There's.... a feeling. A warm feeling in the distance. Saber looks up in that direction, takes up her sword again.
"That way, I think." She sets off, finding herself hoping Lancer would accompany her.
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Lancer understands that while he remains here in the general vicinity of the Mion he could, by a stretch, reason that he was still following his orders. While accompanying Saber would not be a direct violation of it, he doubts his Master will be pleased to find him aiding another Servant like this. However, to leave her to her own devices at such a vulnerable moment is a risk Lancer is not willing to take.
There is something else they have to take care of before entering the city proper, however.
"Wait, Saber!"
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"Is something the matter, Lancer?"
Vaguely, she's aware she might look like a drowned rat after her bath and it certainly is chilly out. She runs a hand along her arm to get some heat back into her body.
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"You're drenched from head to toe," he reminds her, gently. "And for us both to walk among the citizenry the way we are now would call much unnecessary attention to ourselves."
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"But I can sense her in the city.... I think." She's not entirely sure, more going on instinct than anything. Even then she knows her instincts might not be what they should be after Caster's various illusions and tortures inflicted upon her until she could barely be certain of reality itself.
Yet his words hold true. If they are indeed part of some sort of War then it would make sense not to draw attention to themselves. Other opponents could come out of the shadows and, despite her lack of memory, she knows how vulnerable she is like this.
Her body shifts uneasily as she admits it to herself.
"I apologize. I must seem so foolish to you right now."
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"Under these circumstances, it is in our best interests to be as inconspicuous as possible. As I recall, you were dressed in what appeared to be this century's attire when we first met. If we are to draw as little attention as possible, I imagine a change in raiment would be in order here."
Prana gathers in the air around them, and there is a flash of blinding light as Lancer speaks. When it fades, the embroidered brown and teal leather of his previous attire is replaced with a simple, urban cut dark shirt and slacks over polished leather shoes, the only things he could recall from his brief glimpses at the fashion in this era. Both spears dematerialize from his grip, and the dark-haired man fidgets a little with the collar, slightly uncomfortable in his modern wear. He was never given the opportunity to do this, nor did he require it; Lancer was usually summoned within the walls of his Master's strongholds, and on the few occasions he was not, the level of seclusion was such that there was little need to blend in.
"Now you, King of Knights."
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Once again Saber closes her eyes to focus and then in the next moment sword and dress are replaced by a sharp business suit, black shoes, and gloves. She takes a moment to adjust the tie at her neck, finding it a bit too tight.
It so nice to be in clothing both clean and dry. Saber hates being without her sword, but if Lancer is willing to dismiss his weapons she should be willing to do the same. He trusts her enough to be weaponless and he has not made one move against her. Saber knows she should show him the same courtesy.
"Is this well enough?" she asks, finding an elastic on one wrist and using it to tie back her still wet hair.
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"Now that's taken care of," he turns to cast a glance in the direction Saber was heading before, "let's go, then. Lead the way."
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Of course she kept getting sidetracked along the way, her eyes wandering from the relatively empty street they were wandering down to the food in the displays of a few of the restaurants they passed. How long had it been since she'd really eaten? Except she had no money she knew of and the hour was late enough she doubted they'd find a place that was open. Still she continued forward (while secretly longing for a taste of that chocolate mud pie they past in one display).
"Has the War been going on for long?" she asks idly as her eyes dart across the few people who are on the street at this hour. The more she knew the more likely, she thinks, she might be able to remember something concrete. A phone number, a place to meet up, a name besides "Einzbern" and "Emiya" and the feeling she needed to protect Einzbern at all cost.