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dontcallmedarling) wrote2015-05-13 09:53 pm
dontcallmedarling) wrote2015-05-13 09:53 pm
Memory III
Memory: SigNeu - Meeting Agnes
Regained: Day 145 - Nafuna's Jungle Party
Summary: Don't call it a reunion.
Regained: Day 145 - Nafuna's Jungle Party
Summary: Don't call it a reunion.
The wind seemed to blow through your hair, walking through what is clearly a castle courtyard - you can feel hesitance in every step you take, looking around. It's midday, but the cloudy weather makes it feel like it's deep into the evening. A voice rings out in your head, bringing back a line of dialogue - the memory has vague flashes of a face - tusks, deep azure skin, rugged skin. A towering frame.
You shudder slightly, consumed by your thoughts, mail and plate clinking and rattling.
"What's up, [Knight]?" The scraggily man from before (after?) glances at you. His face is pretty stoic, but there's a glint in his eyes that betrays worry - for some reason you're surprised by that. A thought flitters through your head - that he's not normally concerned.
"Nothing, it's fine." You blatantly lie, trying to clear you head by shaking it. There's no reason to be focusing on it. "I'm just a bit chilly, is all."
"Bullshit." He snorts and scoffs, but doesn't follow it up - you know he's not going to pry - not surprising, you think to yourself. He's never been very up front.
"Hey, if he don't wants to talk about it, he don't haves to!" A gruff voice in the back pipes up. A heavyset jaw, carrying a set of drums behind them on his hip.
"Thanks, Jamambo." You say, relieved to get people off your back, as the bearded man atop the dog looks up and looks ahead, putting up a hand.
"Hold up, gang - we gotta a pretty little thing coming our way."
"Garbhan." The wizard girl - Luna, you recall the name now - pipes up, reprimanding.
"What, I'm just saying!" He grins, showing teeth behind his beard, but as the 'beauty' comes within earshot, he gathers himself.
You nod your head in greeting, dutifully.
"Greetings." You say to her, and the rest of the group follows your lead, muttering greetings as well...except for Garbhan, who reaches a hand out-
Which results in the woman grabbing him by the wrist and tossing him over her shoulder, into the grass a few feet away, her face clearly flat and full of some scowl.
"Don't touch me."
She walks up to you, her eyes narrowing.
"So you're the one Father spoke of?" She says, sizing you up, looking you up and down.
"Father?" Your eyes widen in surprise. "You mean-?"
"Lord Ryuji, yes."
"I... I am [Knight], yes." You stammer out, confused. Why was she grilling you?
She stared at you, locking eyes with you for a while. She hmphs and turns to walk.
"My name is Anges...and just for the record, [Knight]." She stops for a moment, her scowl never leaving her face. "I hate you."
"...And I hate Mother, too."
You feel your heart skip a beat, for reasons you can't really figure out, as she walks off. Mother...? She's your...
"Hey, lover-boy." Garbhan pipes up, dusting himself off. "Tell your sister she's got a hell of an arm for me, will you?" Apparently, being thrown didn't deter him.
"Yeah, you couldn't take your eyes off her." He let out a deep laugh, clutching his stomach.
"I-It's not like that!" You stammer out, once again trying to clear your head.
...Then what -was- it like?
What It Means
What It Does
"Please... make yourself comfortable until suppertime."
You shudder slightly, consumed by your thoughts, mail and plate clinking and rattling.
"What's up, [Knight]?" The scraggily man from before (after?) glances at you. His face is pretty stoic, but there's a glint in his eyes that betrays worry - for some reason you're surprised by that. A thought flitters through your head - that he's not normally concerned.
"Nothing, it's fine." You blatantly lie, trying to clear you head by shaking it. There's no reason to be focusing on it. "I'm just a bit chilly, is all."
"Bullshit." He snorts and scoffs, but doesn't follow it up - you know he's not going to pry - not surprising, you think to yourself. He's never been very up front.
"Hey, if he don't wants to talk about it, he don't haves to!" A gruff voice in the back pipes up. A heavyset jaw, carrying a set of drums behind them on his hip.
"Thanks, Jamambo." You say, relieved to get people off your back, as the bearded man atop the dog looks up and looks ahead, putting up a hand.
"Hold up, gang - we gotta a pretty little thing coming our way."
"Garbhan." The wizard girl - Luna, you recall the name now - pipes up, reprimanding.
"What, I'm just saying!" He grins, showing teeth behind his beard, but as the 'beauty' comes within earshot, he gathers himself.
As for you, well, you kind of stand stunned as the young woman approaches you. She can't be older than you. A year younger, maybe? She comes up almost to eye level (which is impressive, given your stature), and -while very pale- she's pretty fair of face and figure. Shiny black hair. Blue eyes. Eyes like yours.
You nod your head in greeting, dutifully.
"Greetings." You say to her, and the rest of the group follows your lead, muttering greetings as well...except for Garbhan, who reaches a hand out-
Which results in the woman grabbing him by the wrist and tossing him over her shoulder, into the grass a few feet away, her face clearly flat and full of some scowl.
"Don't touch me."
She walks up to you, her eyes narrowing.
"So you're the one Father spoke of?" She says, sizing you up, looking you up and down.
"Father?" Your eyes widen in surprise. "You mean-?"
"Lord Ryuji, yes."
"I... I am [Knight], yes." You stammer out, confused. Why was she grilling you?
She stared at you, locking eyes with you for a while. She hmphs and turns to walk.
"My name is Anges...and just for the record, [Knight]." She stops for a moment, her scowl never leaving her face. "I hate you."
"...And I hate Mother, too."
You feel your heart skip a beat, for reasons you can't really figure out, as she walks off. Mother...? She's your...
"Hey, lover-boy." Garbhan pipes up, dusting himself off. "Tell your sister she's got a hell of an arm for me, will you?" Apparently, being thrown didn't deter him.
"L-lover boy!?"
"Yeah, you couldn't take your eyes off her." He let out a deep laugh, clutching his stomach.
"I-It's not like that!" You stammer out, once again trying to clear your head.
...Then what -was- it like?
What It Means
- Agnes is Knight's half-sister, the 'daughter' of Lord Ryuji and his own mother. She shares certain traits with him - but has clearly been in Lord Ryuji's care the whole time.
- She does not like Knight.
- Apparently Lord Ryuji is some strange... boar-tusked... thing.
What It Does
- +2 to FAMILY DERE. Knight clearly attaches himself to family even if they are kinda mean as shit to him.
- +2 to FEELING EXPOSED. Knight's body language kind of tells that he isn't feeling comfortable even in a tank-like suit of full plate.
- The Memory Why Netsu Doesn't Sneak About (SIGNEG) has been unlocked.