MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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Please note the content warnings (CW) in the subject lines

Collecting a village | CW: a number of off screen deaths

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White blankets everything in the village. All signs of life have disappeared under the untouched snow. The doorways of houses are blocked by the build up. Daggers of ice hang from the roof eaves. Everything is still and quiet. Thanatos hovers high above, dressed in his usual black garb. He points his scythe at the village below. A purple magic circle expands to encompass every building. Then, Thanatos raises his scythe and slashes the air before him. Purple light fills the area, and when the lights fade, everything appears as it was.

Thanatos descends, stowing away his scythe and pulling out a small, unremarkable pouch. Metal jingles inside it. There's no emotion on his face as he moves from house to house. As he leaves each, a pale blue butterfly flutters weakly near him, and he's surrounded by a cloud of butterflies by the time he leaves the final building of the village. The pouch, once full, is now empty. Thanatos extends his gauntleted hand; the butterflies perch on it. They vanish as Thanatos shifts to the Underworld.

Upon the shore, Charon awaits with oar in hand. He groans at Thanatos and the large number of butterflies. One by one, they turn into confused, robed shades of all sizes. "Sssskkk nraaauggh?"

"No, they all succumbed to illness or cold. There is no one left." Thanatos watches the remaining shades take form, checking that all are accounted for on his assignment list.

Charon holds out his hand expectantly as a shade at comes closer. A golden obol rests in her ghostly palm. He takes the coin and turns it in his fingers. It's marked with the symbol for the House of Hades. "Hrrrnnngghhh...?"

Thanatos simply turns his head slightly in Charon's direction. "Hm? Someone passing through must have left it. How fortunate for them."

"Nnngggraauggh."

"As long as there's payment for service given, right? It's all the same in the parchmentwork." Thanatos tucks away his list and makes to leave. "I'm running behind. See you at the next delivery, Brother." Thanatos shifts away in flash and bell toll.

Charon gives a final grumble and begins to usher shades onto his boat.

Godling makes bread | CW: n/a

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[[ OOC: Cute train memory is cute. The little godling is going around barefoot and wearing an oversized t-shirt. ]]

By now, all the attention Thanatos has been getting has brought him out of his shy shell. This is nothing like back home where everyone is so busy doing their jobs, where mortals fear him, or where he's left alone because his twin's asleep. Again. These mortals want to talk with him. And it's about stuff that's not work. And they don't hate him.

Some of them even seem to know who he is. Thanatos didn't think mortals knew of his existence yet. Beyond being Death in general, that is.

He lets his curiosity get the better of him and hovers over to get a better look. "Pardon me... Mort wants to know what you're doing," he asks while holding Mort in front of him.

[[ The memory continues here ]]

Freeing Death | CW: injury, past self-harm, blood (ichor), box trauma

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Ares pries off the top of a small, ornate chest, and he scowls at the tiny, shackled godling he pulls out. Thanatos has hollow golden eyes and long matted hair of clouded moonlight. He looks up seeing and hearing nothing but also too much all at once. Everything feels too open and too enclosed. Tarnished gold stain his ragged nails, his forehead, his knees, his mouth, and one wrist below the shackle. No visible injury remains of the godling. His injuries have since healed while inside the chest.

"To think that something as important as death would be put into the hands of a--" Ares stops mid-sentence as he sees the chest's lid and takes in the young god's state with new understanding. The lid's underside is gouged with lines stained with tarnished gold, like a beast tried to claw its way to freedom. The ichor at the godling's wrist and mouth tell of another attempt. As do the other stains upon his person.

Death had fought his captivity as long as his body could manage, trapped on the surface and pulled thin in every direction. Thanatos attention falls on Ares. An Olympian. He was rescued by an Olympian, by War. His family... they didn't come for him....

Ares's expression changes, and he bows. "My Lord Death. I am at your service."

"I need to get back to work," says a weak voice hoarse from screaming. Only Lord Hades can remove these chains. He takes a shaky step towards the door like he expects to walk the whole way. The chains around Thanatos's wrist clink heavily. "Need to reach the Styx. If I fall into the waters, they can take me to the Underworld."

"That is no way for one such as yourself to travel. I'll call for Hermes. I understand he is familiar with the Stygian Boatman." Ares steadies Thanatos with more kindness and gentleness than Thanatos expects. "What else might I do for you."

If the matter of getting home, getting back to work was settled, Thanatos could think of only one more thing in his hazy mind.

"Find where Sisyphus ran off to. And let me know when you do."