Application for APOS (Daughters of Mnemosyne)

[mnemosyneeater]

((Though I use 'he' Apos is actually a hermaphrodite. But since he seems to identify and dress like a male, I've decided to use it in narration. His voice, similarly, sounds male.))

A blond haired young man wearing black wandered in through the door of the sorting room, carrying a wicker basket of blue orbs in one hand, and a broad sword in the

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[fr_ickingbig]

Ulk. He spoke like what a monster would say if it could talk, mostly because of the EVIL in some suggestions. The talk about memories intrigued the large silver horse, though. Eating memories? The Periodic had a few memories he'd like to get rid of, naturally. Francium had been around for quite a long time in Science, just like the other Periodics, and with the dangers of his native world, you have to suck it up and forget about certain things. For example, Tungsten. Those wolframs packed a punch.

The horse trotted closer to the...immortal, apparently. "You can eat memories?" Francium asked, his horse mouth quite articulate. He lowered his head to get a better look at Apos.

[mnemosyneeater]

He looked up at the talking horse, his eyebrows rising. Curious. "Female memories. The memories of immortals," he said, leaning back in his hair. He picked up one of the blue orbs in the basket he'd placed on the table. "This is a Time Spore, it holds the memories of one immortal woman's countless lives."

He tipped his head back, stuck out his tongue, and squashed the Spore. Liquid leaked from it, to his tongue, and he shivered and closed his eyes. "Some are better than others."

[fr_ickingbig]

More EVIL and squick. The horse's skin stiffened as he changed to his solid state, so any nervous shivering wouldn't be amplified by a rather fluid body. "Does this mean you only take memories of females, and in doing so, all of them?" Francium wasn't sure how someone could have countless lives, unless they were an Imaginary Number from Methematics or something crazy and exotic like that, but it seemed like Apos took everything.

The large horse didn't know if it was a good thing that he was male, now.

[mnemosyneeater]

He looked at the basket, then up to the horse. "You can think of the Spore as their soul, if you like. Once that it gone, they are dead." In time, the Spores in the basket would regenerate into women, but he usually ate them, or fed them to Yggdrasill before that happened.

Vote: Squib

[gourmetchairman]

Kaga bristled. He did not like the sexual harassment answer. At all.

Re: Vote: Squib

[mnemosyneeater]

He didn't know what the Squib meant, but he knew that look. He smiled at the man, watching him closely. He wondered what, he would taste like.

Re: Vote: Squib

[gourmetchairman]

"Go. Away," Kaga had said. "We don't need your kind here."

Re: Vote: Squib

[mnemosyneeater]

"What would my kind be? Little rabbit?" he asked, standing from his chair.

[kingbandit]

"Memories? But not dreams?" Jing asked, his hands in his pockets. "Dreams are far more entertaining and valuable." He smiled, walking closer to examine the basket. "Memories only tell you what has been. Dreams tell you what may have been or what may be."

[mnemosyneeater]

He raised his hand, allowing the boy his opinion. "While that's true, dreams are unpredictable and uncontrollable. I can't control then and put as much suffering in them as I can." He gestured to the Time Spores. "With those I can."

[kingbandit]

Jing shrugged, glancing at the balls and back at the boy. "Everyone here is immortal. You cannot be killed once you are a student here." It rarely took much to shatter a dream, even among those who claimed not to dream. He didn't know exactly why he wanted to, but something drove him to it. It was rare for him not to have a plan, but things usually worked out.

[mnemosyneeater]

He tilted his head, his eyes widening a little. He leaned forward in the chair he still sat in. "No one here can die?" he asked. He was...excited at the thought.

He sat back in the chair, raised the sword in his hand and ran the tip of a finger along the blade, his eyes half closed in thought. "How fun."

[sincethe900s]

Holy Roman Empire was passing by the Sorting Room in time to hear the answer to the sexual harassment question, and an exclamation of disgust slipped from his throat. The small boy pointed at Apos and accused, “You're even worse than France!”

He hadn't thought that was possible. But as much as France was a lecher and a bad guy (in Holy Roman Empire's biased opinion), the kind of wanton cruelty that enjoyed screams and blood didn't seem his style.

Holy Roman Empire glared. If he'd been armed, he'd probably have declared war on the stranger, never mind that Apos wasn't a nation.

[mnemosyneeater]

Apos stared. He pressed the tip of the broadsword's blade on the floor and rested his hand on the hilt. "Worse than France?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, sounding honestly curious. "All of France?"

[sincethe900s]

Holy Roman Empire nodded. "All of that perverted, bullying country. Maybe not much worse," he amended--because he didn't want to actually defend that bastard's character. "But he's evil enough all by himself."

He narrowed his eyes and continued to glower suspiciously at Apos. "Do you share other similar hobbies as well? Do you like invading other people's houses, and starting wars just because you don't like their bosses? Do you want to take sweet, innocent Italy?"

[mnemosyneeater]

He placed his hand to his lips, laughed. "Perhaps I should meet this France, perhaps we could become...mmm, friends?" He stood, keeping the broadsword in hand. He walked around the desk, made his way to the strange little creature that he could tell wasn't human, wasn't immortal and wasn't angel.

"I like taking sweet innocent things and making them hurt, if that's what you mean," he said, eyeing him contemplatively. "And before I came here I was well on my way to starting a war. It was all too easy."

[carriesapurse]

Did someone say mass orgy of reluctant lovers? Tinky Winky wheeled the Tubby Custard machine along, and its nozzle was oozing pink goo.

"Eh-oh!"

[mnemosyneeater]

What was that?

Apos stared, keeping his distance. Was it even speaking the same language as he?

[carriesapurse]

The Teletubby pumped his Tubby Custard machine's phallic dispenser. Viscous pink 'custard' gushed forth, the perennial ooze giving way to a directed and forceful stream.

It was mostly getting on Tinky Winky's body and on the surrounding floor. It might spray bystanders, however, if they strayed within its errant path.

"Tubby Tustard!" the creature shrieked with glee. It was his favorite, very favorite food. Well, maybe tied with Tubby Toast for that honor. Awkwardly he contorted to try placing his mouth in the way of the stream, like a dog trying to drink from a hose.

[mnemosyneeater]

The likeness to a dog was not lost on Apos.

He saw an opportunity. Staying out of range, he addressed the purple creature. "Taste nice, does it?" he asked kindly, speaking to it like one would a stupid animal.