bakerstreet | Forgetting sounds good

Forgetting sounds good

▲ How to Play: ⤷ Post with your character.
⤷ Maybe write a one/two liner scene intro, idea, and preferences.
⤷ Reply to other people and let the easy amnesia begin.
⤷ Profit.
▲ Scenario Ideas: ⤷ 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!

[With her powers, it would have to be a practical reboot to get her to forget, but I'm flexible!]

((ooc: slow. can start.))

[Oh Stiles, if there was ever someone in more need of forgetting. Let a twin or little brother convince you it's supposed to be here.]

[ Getting out of the hospital took forever; nurses hovering and asking too many questions Stiles couldn't answer, beyond the basics. His name, some preferences, the way the hospital walls are much, much too familiar. They'd wanted him to stay, though they couldn't really say much when his double shows up to sign him out of there. What could they have said? No, you're obviously some random stranger?

Anyway, it's been a couple hours now, going by the clock, but he still gets a vague sense that something's wrong, though at the moment, what isn't? He alternately looks from the window, then back towards the Nogitsune, dozens of questions vying for their chance to escape: ]

So, [ he draws out, ] what's your name?

((ooc: let me know if this doesn't work for you, and tagging around work and things, so apologies in advance.))

I don't have a name. I was never given one.

[There's a look of false sadness on the Nogitsune's face as it looks over to Stiles in their shared bed. Dad had been happily lied to whether from Stiles mouth or the Nogitsune's cold influence. Stiles had returned and maybe sometimes he seemed to be two people standing there, but the great Sheriff had been too happy to look deeper.]

[Now, later, they were in bed with Stiles on one pillow and the Nogitsune on the other staring back at him.]

Shhh, Stiles. They don't see me. I died in the womb, our mother not able to keep both of us, but I've always been here for you. You kept me with you, the other half of you. Of us. So you'll never be alone. It was too terrible for you, to be in a world where no one understood you or even tried to. I was never given a name.

[Its head dips down as if expressing shame or upset before trying to snuggle closer to Stiles.]

I'm just Baby Boy Stilinski on my tombstone. Don't you remember me?

[Of course he didn't, which is what the Nogitsune is counting on. Hoping for.]

Do you remember the one you cared for? What is their name?

That makes no sense, there's no way you could've stuck around this long without being called something.

[ And that's without considering everything else.

Being haunted by ghosts wouldn't be the oddest explanation out there. What with the number of conspiracy theories and cryptids that exist. And he gets a vague flash sometimes, of stuff you would think existed only in movies. But mostly, it was emotion, and none of that was good/

Of course, there's the chance that this is all a hallucination. Though the hospital couldn't find a cause for his holey memories, there did seem to be some history.

Stiles shifts, turning towards the nogitsune so that he's leaning up on one elbow, an inquisitive frown on his face. The situation has an unsettling feel to it, still. And it hasn't gotten better. ]

No. But then my brain is a lot like those magic-8 balls right now. The future looks cloudy, try again later.

[ A beat. ] And if you're not answering anything because you think it's funny, I'll just make up increasingly weird names. You know I will.

[ prefs for 1, 2, 3, and 4 ]

[Full disclosure I have still not beaten the game, but I have recovered all the memories, so either before or during the events of the game would probably be for the best. Voicetesting, so would prefer no AUs at this point please.]

(OOC: Mostly interested in 1, 2, 4. If one of us can figure out 6 that would also be interesting.))

((Good thing he's got a distinctive tattoo to serve as some kind of identifying mark. 1, 5, or 8 would fit best for him. 3 could be interesting. Possibly a twist on 6 where someone lies to him about who he is to benefit themselves, but they're not an enemy?))

It's a mostly empty room that 47 will wake up to. Him in a chair, his arms tied with rope. "Ah, there you are," the man across from him says with an almost relieved smile. Charles moves his wheelchair a few feet closer so as to address him.

"Take your time, you had quite a knock on the head," he says, letting the other man get his bearings. "You will have to pardon the ropes, you stumbled into the gardens in a daze and started attacking the children. It was an impressive amount of time before you could be stopped." Especially since the kids were mutants with superpowers.

"My name is Charles Xavier. Can you tell me your name?"

He stirs, tries to move, and finding himself restrained, begins to struggle against the ropes. When the man's voice calms him down, he ceases, but from that brief resistance, it's clear: If he wanted to escape badly enough, they'd only slow him down.

"I attacked children?" He looks horrified at the idea. "Are they alright?"

At the question of his name, he falls quiet, thinking. His head throbs when he tries to remember, but he persists. Something comes to mind, but... that can't possibly be it.

"The only thing I can remember is a number." A number can't be a name... can it?

Charles had suspected as much, that the attack hadn't been a malicious one. Merely one of self preservation. "They are quite alright, I assure you. They have been training for such an occurrence."

He looks thoughtful, tenting his fingers together. "It is possible, there are stranger names." Not to mention the fact the man had a barcode on the back of his head. Then again, perhaps he didn't know.

At that news, he visibly relaxes. That's one less thing to worry about.

"47. Does that have any meaning to you?" Other than the special properties of the number 47 itself, there's always the fact that it's the last two digits of that tattoo on the back of his head... the one he's forgotten and has no way of knowing about without a camera or a pair of mirrors.

He strains to remember the relevance of the number. A fraction of a memory comes to mind -- a letter. The rest of it he can't read, it's blurry in his memory, but "Dear 47" he can just make out.

"I think somebody called me that. 47." But why would his name be 47? He just can't let the oddity go.

"It does not, I'm afraid." Charles did want to help this man, but if he did, he would be revealing some of their secret school existence here.

47th...what? That was the question. He leans forward in his chair, speaking man to man as it were. "I may be able to help you. Are you familiar with genetic mutations in humans? Colloquially, the term is mutants but there is some negative implications with the name."

"Genetic mutations? Like albinism?" Well, at least he's retained his basic knowledge; it's just anything autobiographical that he has serious trouble recalling.

"Correct, along those same lines." Charles slips easily into teacher mode. "That is caused by a recessive gene from both parents. However, there are mutations that go far past lack of skin color. Humans with fur and claws, the ability to pass through objects, produce sound waves that can shatter glass..."

He knew some of these things were harder to believe than others. "My own mutation is telepathy. I may be able to find what memories you are having trouble remembering, if you allow it."

Instinctively, some part of him resists the idea. His privacy is valuable, and he doesn't want someone poking around inside his head.

And when he thinks about it, he's a little worried of what he'll discover, too. A name like 47 can't be a good sign.

Still, he has to know. Slowly, he nods.

"If it's the only way."

Charles is already working on loosening the ropes to let the man go. He has every faith in his own abilities, should things go sideways.

"I personally would like to know if we should expect whoever injured you to come next."

He leans back in his chair, settling two fingers to his temple. "Go back to what you do remember..." He'll do his best to coax those memories out as safely as possible.

47 nods, trying to focus on the few blurred images and indistinct voices floating around in his mind.

When he closes his eyes, though, he finds bits of light springing out of the darkness -- the nearest one forms into a hazy silhouette of Charles, shifting lazily between colors, sitting in the same way and the same spot. There are numerous other glowing, humanoid shapes farther away, in every direction.

The vision is accompanied by a stabbing pain to his third eye, strong enough to make him grunt and clasp his hands to his forehead. What was that?

The vision is surprising to Charles. He had thought 47 wasn't a mutant but now he began to question that idea. He certainly perceived the world differently than other people did.

He suspected the pain was from whatever had hit 47 on the head, be it accident or attack. "Careful, easy, try to think about your name instead." Long term memory would be more intact.

[Can take either role but for a most positive CR, the Nogitsune had better be the one who forgets things, especially with #4. Otherwise, shameless manipulation will result.]

[Not really interested in 1, 3 or 9, but everything else is fine. (Something, something, geass memory loss, etc.) Happy to either have him lacking memories, or being the cause of it, or generally in proximity to it.]

How about 5 or 6?

(ooc: Sure. Did you have something in particular in mind? Liling is kind of a poor candidate for memory loss, but I do have a similarly long lived mage character who might be perfect for 6. In short she's a former Akashic turned NWO. When the Elders said something about playing a double agent and a secret mission, they neglected to include too many details about the extensive brainwashing...)

(ooc: In that case Charley might be a better match, since she's NWO-turned-Virtual-Adept. I usually play her from when she's an ex-NWO, but I'd be up to taking her from prior to absconding. Or she could be part of an effort to abduct your character back. Or ...something.)

That could be really interesting actually. Julie here is a Woman in White/at the top of the Operative chain, and she has an adopted son who's a Virtual Adept. She's been told he's dead, but he's possibly still out there somewhere. Charley might remind her a little of him with her background in computers. Maybe she takes a shine to her and gets her reassigned to work under her supervision? First meeting could very well be some kind of Tech Support thing since Julie is... kind of a Luddite. She knows how to use a computer, but I'm sure she's not the best at it. Thoughts?

[The only things that I really have set in stone for Charley's NWO time is that at the point at which she defected, she's Frontline, fairly young (she defects at 26) and they were dealing with vampires. So that sounds like it could work very well! Let's say Charley is 25 here.]

She has no idea why she was ordered to come here this afternoon, and though that isn't entirely out of the ordinary, it still never fails to make her nervous. Frontline business always means walking the line between following directives and procedures and making things work, and it's hard to go over everything they did recently, trying to figure out if something could be the reason for why she is walking down this corridor now, pulling a bit at the black sleeves of her jacket to straighten out the fabric as she tries to clear her mind.

Concentrate on code, she thinks, that always works, and spends a few seconds rewriting some that she wrote the other night to respond to a slightly shifted perimeter before knocking at the door in front of her. She'd really rather be out there, but alas...

[ooc: Awesome! Feel free to have Charley recognize Julie by reputation if you'd like. An immortal ex Tradition Mage is bound to generate some rumors and she's been pretty successful in the NWO. ]

Julie liked to think that she had adapted to the 21st century well. Her age rarely did anything to make her stand out. She was used to most technological advances, but computers, well, she had problems with computers. It wasn't that she didn't know how to use them. She had the basic understanding she needed to use them in her work, but it was just that. Basic. And it didn't help that whenever she used them, they seemed inevitably to malfunction.

A woman's voice came from inside the room.

"Please come in. And shut the door behind you."

The office was nice. Nicer than most and large. It was clear that whoever worked here was important. The woman in question wore an immaculate white suit and heels. She was Asian, well groomed, and very pretty. She smiled as she rose to meet Charley. It was a friendly smile, perfectly welcoming, but there was no warmth in it. She offered a well manicured hand in greeting.

"Agent Mason. I'm Dr. Julie Wen. I'm glad you've come."

Charley did as told, stepping a few feet into the room after she'd closed the door and taking the proffered hand.

There were a couple of things that she could have said to that, but she went with the sensible option and asked.

"It's my pleasure. What can I help you with?"

She was very average in every way, forgettable even, a woman in her mid-twenties with medium length, straightened hair and very neat, upper class pronunciation and a posture and state of dress to match. She'd been raised to be very proper, and while she prefers to not be, it coming to her naturally through long years of practice is very useful a lot of times. Like now. She'd heard of Dr. Wen, not much, but coupled with just how nice this office was it seemed like a good idea to be at her best behaviour, so to speak.

Julie studied her guest, noted her ordinary appearance, and knew that it was carefully crafted. There were so many like this in the NWO. Unremarkable men and women in suits. Charley looked and acted the part of a perfect Agent. She was good. Not good enough to hide from Julie if she chose to look deeper, but the young woman had given her no reason to do so. She nodded her approval and gestured toward her desk.

"It's my computer I'm afraid." Julie didn't bother to hide her exasperation, and became in the process a little more human. She frowned at the hated machine, then looked to Charley. "I've been told that you're good..."

She would need to be. Julie had no concept of just how fried the thing was, but the longer it remained in her presence, the more it seemed to malfunction. She had also possibly been hacked. Thankfully the network wasn't where she kept the really sensitive information.

"Better than some." Better than most, she felt that she could have said truthfully, but she'd found that modesty usually worked better. There was a time and place for advertising one's own abilities, but this one wasn't it. It never was a good idea to make oneself sound bad, but some tasteful understatement...

She stepped a bit closer, her eyes on the computer she assumed was the offending object, and then quickly wandering, trying to get an idea of what it was connected to, aka what else might have been affected or what else might have affected the computer.

"This one? What seems to be the problem?"

//Probably not 3.

[ota. go wild. either/or but it'd be seriously easy to have him forget... whatever. /gestures vaguely to his forehead ]

[ The real question is, can he forget being an asshole. ]

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Forgetting sounds good

Tessa Niles (Sage) - X-Men - OTA

Stiles Stilinski | TW

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(works perfect for me, and I agree on work)

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jim halpert / the office, ota.

Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA

Link | BOTW | OTA

Alex Rider | Alex Rider | ota

Viktor Nikiforov | Yuri on Ice | OTA

47, Hitman

1ish?

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carolina | red vs blue

Epsilon | Red vs Blue

prompto argentum | final fantasy xv

The Nogitsune | Teen Wolf | ota gen, m/m else

Lelouch vi Britannia ♚ Code Geass

Morgana | Merlin / Arthurian | OTA

Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue

Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: The Ascension | M/F

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Frisk | Undertale | OTA

mikazuki augus / gundam ibo

Neji Hyuuga | Naruto

Charley Mason | Mage: The Ascension | ota

Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach | OTA

Lambert | The Witcher