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The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-08-06 19:40:00

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!days 150-159, albert de morcerf, allen walker, amami riku, apollo justice, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, fay d. flourite, gokudera hayato, howard link, johnny rayflo, kiryuu zero, kudo shinichi, kuroba kaito, minami ikki, nabuca, nakayama yayoi, rabi, ryougi shiki, sakura, uchiha itachi, wanijima akito, watanuki kimihiro, yoi-te, yuffie kisaragi, {cara mason}, {charles j. krishund}, {chaz villette}, {elgala}, {howell jenkins}, {il palazzo}, {kharg meleol nidellia}, {kohaku}, {lenalee lee [1]}, {lucy}, {mireille bouquet}, {natsume maya}, {red xiii/nanaki}, {shut hell}, {simi}, {sohma rin}, {uruki}, {zack fair}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{almaz von almadine adamant}}}, {{{bianchi}}}, {{{cloud strife}}}, {{{date masamune}}}, {{{hakuba saguru}}}, {{{james t. kirk}}}, {{{leonard 'bones' mccoy}}}, {{{mao}}}, {{{mikaila}}}, {{{miranda lotto}}}, {{{mitani wataru}}, {{{revan}}}, {{{spock}}}, {{{taiki}}}, {{{tailmon}}}, {{{toboe}}}, {{{zelgadis greywords}}}, ~{weaver}

Who: All regular Blanks
Where: In your dorms
When: Day 155 and 156
What:

[It doesn't really happen all at once, or to every dorm at the same time. But over these two days, you might spy a tiny spider slipping under the door. It is soon followed by several others, skittering along the floor, up the common room table and small cocoons of webbing are industriously opened. Almost as quickly and efficiently they scatter, vanishing.

If you missed this event... then perhaps you simply looked over and saw six small memory berries and the traces of webbing around them, fine threads catching the torchlight.]

((OOC: Two things! FIRST! Start your dorm's threads with [Your Team Name] for the sake of organization. SECOND. When you take your memories, ping Nishi with a thread link.))

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	Re: [Lepus] notacat 2010-08-07 04:25 pm UTC (link)
	I didn't think they were. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Lepus] spiderella 2010-08-07 04:30 pm UTC (link)
	They must be Surgeon's! He's a judge, he can dole out memories whenever he likes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Lepus] notacat 2010-08-07 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	They could be, but he didn't answer when I asked. The rest of us here [motions to Zack, Mao and herself] already took ours, so go ahead. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Lepus] spiderella 2010-08-07 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	[looks at the memories disdainfully. hers always end up being bad... but picks hers out and takes it, anyway] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: [Lepus]

sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 09:01 pm UTC (link)

As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.

[[Niva slaps you hard on the back, her mirth broken long enough to take a long gulp of the Unwalf wine. It never took long, especially with a brew that strong, for it to get to her cheeks and her head.

"Medicine... really?" She laughs rocking back onto the balls of her feet. "Damn shame, y'know. You'd pretty good with your sword." You have to dodge back, face heated as she makes a rather inappropriate grab, casting some doubt as to what 'weapon' she was referring to.

"It's interesting," you stammer.

"It's boring." She huffs, swinging the flask in emphasis. "You'll get boring. Aint no way to stay interesting while bein' all... THAT."

"What is that?"

"Some scholar type." She sighed, a wave back to the great university. It wasn't but three years ago you'd turned down a chance to go there for the academy, learning the sword and shield rather than the parchment and pen... Niva was a heavy influence in that at the time and you have you admit to yourself, still is... It was just hard to break free of it entirely.

"... Actually, I have no intention of schooling." She looks over at you, wine addled thoughts taking a bit to catch up. "There's nothing for me there. I thought... maybe there would be. But I know better now."

"You...?"

"I've been thinking, you kill the monster... if they're interesting enough... I'll bring them back to life."

She stares at you, mouth working like a fish out of water. Even drunk, she glances around, making sure that no one's heard. "That book you found..."

"It's a holy scripture. I could read it." Your voice rises with excitement, you can't help but pace. "I could read it and memorize it! You know what this means?"

Niva stares down at her flask and then with great deliberation takes a large gulp. "It means." She stands up, and checks her sword. "We're goin' hunting."]]

As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.

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Re: [Lepus]

sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 10:01 pm UTC (link)

[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, dyed in that deceptively soft hue.

Outsiders whispered, sometimes, that all who gathered under the banner of the hare were pretenders to nobility. The people themselves knew the truth; theirs was the blood of those who could rule the world or bring it to its knees—but who would bother? A single person could be more interesting than a nation combined, if they were just looked at right . . .

. . . but that was no reason to be clothed in rags. Not in a land rich in [spider] silk, not in one that bordered lands filled with the finest hands the sacred art knew. Thick brocades fashioned both the high, sleeveless tops favoured among boys, and the laced bodices found on so many of the girls; softer weaves encircled their necks, be it in the fine silk of a cravat, or the ruffled lace of a bolero. While short, layered skirts could give a far more delicate impression than knee-length shorts, both favoured freedom of movement often not realized by others until it was far, far too late.

Washes well too, that silk does.

There were always high stockings for cooler nights, and the soft, lined capes that covered the shoulders of one and all when the alley winds turned. And boots, laced high to the knee on girls, turned down at the ankle among boys, for the worst of the gutter sludge (. . . or for the grasses and stones of the city's small, hidden parks, but that was a well-kept secret no outsider need know).]

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