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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Bonding Memories: For Devero

[unrecovered]

First Memory: 48 Hours

[unrecovered]

You

are

exhausted.

But you're still standing. You're alive, after what threatened to be the end of the goddamn world, and you're still standing-

And the skies over Faerun are clear. There's no sign of the inky black stain, the roiling oil slick of poison-bright colors and too many eyes that was the Hunger.

Because it's gone.

Because you - all of you - beat it.

You're swaying a bit - Athena went down in the fight, and that hit you like a goddamn truck - but you're up, checking over base. Checking to see who's still standing. Not everyone is - Dr. Tank is going to be busy in the wake of battle, even if most of it had been - in their minds? their souls? fuck, you have no idea - but medics are always busy after a fight. That's nothing new. You see him, talking to Lucretia - leadership is intact, good-

You see the young woman with a red bow in her hair and a wooden one in her hand. Her friend, standing next to her, holding a sword. A short skeleton, the warning blue faded from his eye, grinning at a terrible pun he's just told to his much taller, much less tolerant of puns skeleton brother. He turns that grin on you-

And you find yourself grinning back, bright and fierce and proud and relieved.

You did it. You fucking won.

Second Memory: Positive

[unrecovered]

You've been at this for an hour. You know because you've been counting the seconds.

It's weird - it's not something you thought you'd ever do - but meditation doesn't come easy to you, and marking time is the best thing you can think to do to keep your uninterrupted focus for that long. It keeps your mind away from everything going on. It keeps it away from death - from the guilt that still gnaws at your insides over Karsus's death, and your own-

It keeps your mind away from the fact that you're doing magic - you're doing magic-

You breathe through the shudder that comes with the thought and keep your count. 59-58, 59-59, 60-

There's a soft poof in front of you, and a presence in your mind - except for once in your life, it's one you're expecting. It's welcome.

You open your eyes to see a large, fluffy, gray cat in front of you. She looks down at herself, shakes her fur out vigorously, and looks up at you, meeting your eyes as she meows. You can hear the inquiry - a feeling more than words, but it comes across nonetheless: It's a good form, but why this one?

You shrug. I like cats.

The cat clambers into your lap and sneezes a bit as you blow out the candle you'd been meditating in front of. Cool. What's my name? You blink, your surprise at the question evident in your new bond, and the cat baps your leg insistently with a paw. You called me, and you gave me this form. Now you gotta give me a name. Make it a good one.

You're not prepared for this (and the cat - your familiar - knows you're not prepared for this), so you pick the name that's been in your back pocket since the day Loki escaped out the back door and never came back. "Um- how about Athena?"

You can feel the cat roll the name around in her mind, reading the implications of the name through your bond, before she rolls over and tucks her paws in, exposing a very fluffy belly. That's good. I like that one. Now pet me.

You bury both hands in cat belly fluff, smiling as she starts to purr. Magic or not, this is good.

Third Memory: Negative (CW gun violence, war, death)

[unrecovered]

He really should have seen that betrayal coming.