[18.]

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[Sophie's deduced by now that, well, there are pictures and videos that are in need of being returned to their rightful owners. all of them seemed to contain memories of some sort, no matter how vague or brief, they seemed like they would be precious to other people in some way. after all, everyone seemed to be without memories. and something was better than nothing. working with remnants of one's own past was akin to piecing together a puzzle, after all. unfortunately for her, there were thousands of photos littering the floors of the tower she had found herself in, but nothing with her name.

she would find her way toward the door, the photos being pushed through as she walked. perhaps she would have better luck outside of this place?

and once she steps outside door, she can't help but notice for a second, from the corner of her eye that there had been a familiar device resembling a Blackberry. that was different. picking it up and looking at what was on the screen, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, stumbling back in the slightest once she realizes just what was being displayed.

was that her body? was that her... in pieces, bleeding every which way, a victim of a cruel slaughter? her free hand covered her mouth as she gasped, the memory at hand... slowly changing, shifting to that of her in a place shrouded in darkness, the feeling of confusion moving over each of her features. where was she? what was going on?

it was then, in her looking deeper into the memory, her attention was caught by a light. it was bright, almost as though someone had put a spotlight on her. she turned. it was intense, glistening brighter than anything she had seen before, though all she could make out was something vaguely representing a human form. she moved back against the door, stifling a shriek as it reached out toward her.

the last thing she remembered seeing were the faces of several people. eighteen people, in fact. they were still, they were staring, they looked nearly alive. the faces were vivid, almost piercing, though despite this, she could never see anything resembling a face of the one consumed by the light. when the "hand" made contact with her forehead, she could feel her body trembling as she released her grip on the phone, sinking along with it on the ground.

...what was that?]

I... I don't think anyone else saw... a bright light recently, did they?

<sub>(ooc. directly related to this if you want in on that fun train. thano tested; mod approved.

OPEN LIEK WHOA. AND OMG I TL;DRED SO HARD. I APOLOGIZE! GAH. ;;)</sub>

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[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[she isn't sure what to think! was it just a hallucination? but it looked so... real.]

I just... I just remember seeing my body sliced into pieces. And I felt myself standing in the darkness...

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Hmm. [Something else about the castle, then? He does recall that it screws with them...either way, it's no surprise that she's shaken after that. She can lean for as long as she likes, then.]

...you're alright now.

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

Yes. [a pause as she tries to collect herself again, straightening her posture] Yes, I suppose I am.

Forgive me for asking, but... would I know you, by any chance?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Apparently.

[He digs a hand in his pockets to bring out the small collection of photographs. Murder, kidnapping, spying...ah, there we are! He hands the photo of them at the restaurant to her.]

I found this.

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[and she'll look at it, curious. it was very pleasant, indeed, and if one were looking at her features, it looked as though they softened in the slightest, pleased that she had seen something actually... happy.

looking up at this man, she can't help but inquire a little] We... well, are we-- [pause] Do you think we are an item?

_{(ooc. I apologize for the late tag. I was seriously busy all weekend and like, NOT HOME AT ALL. finally getting some time to get my tag on. D:)}

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Could be. There's no date on it.


(ooc: It's cool, bb! Welcome back. ♥ )

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

Well, it's definitely something interesting! Something... nice. [she's taking in his appearance-- subtly-- comparing it to him in person, and lowering the photo in the slightest.]

Your name is Rude? [a smile] A pleasure, Rude.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Likewise.

[And a lady like you can stay in his personal space as much as you like.]

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[it's a bit awkward, seeing a picture like that, a man such as himself, but having no context to put it in, nor the memories needed in order to throw her a bone.

she supposed it warranted casual conversation in order to get details. why had she been so interested in sorting out the details?]

I see you've had more luck in finding relevant memories than I could hope for at this point. Any of it making sense?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Not particularly. [He hoped not, anyway.] Some have been saying certain ones might be fake.

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[what? she gives him a very intrigued look. still curious.] Fake? How so?

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Fabricated. Castle mocking up pictures of us doing things we haven't.

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[immediately her thoughts move to the blackberry she had spotted, the surreal, gut-wrenching, almost horrifying feeling that had been seen once she looked at its screen. it might have been obvious where her thoughts went, but she'll shake her head regardless.]

Well, after a few days, we will know what is truth, and what is not. Though, I would hate to think that others would come across these "untruths", make assumptions from it all.

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Or found out something that'd be better in secret.

[That would be bad, wouldn't it. He looks distracted for a moment, staring off into the distance.]

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

That's the unfortunate thing about all this, isn't it. All of our secrets... splayed out for all. [very much so. and for some reason, Sophie thinking about revealed secrets makes her stomach drop.]

oh also: posted the video. :V

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

[Such a pair of secret-keepers. He makes an affirmative noise, expression darkening.]

It's frustrating.

*SQUEALS*

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[she's inhaling, almost seething at the thought.] I can only hope that everyone's too focused on finding their own memories enough to not dwell on the memories of others.

8Db

[thirdturk.livejournal.com]

Seems like they are.

[And that's something to relax about, at least.]

>D

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

Very good. [she'll clap her hands together lightly, holding them together and faintly smiling] Well, less pressure to be sought out then, I suppose. I don't know why I'm feeling a bit on edge about it all, aside from... you know.