Jul 04, 2011 01:49
who the fuck am i again,
☆nina,
look at your life look at your choices,
how did this post get so long,
☆connla,
☆rin,
fuck everything,
e rank luck wins every time,
this deer is teal in color,
shiiiiiiit,
not-so-easy amnesia,
adamantium woobie,
what is even going on,
shit is gonna get real
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[--no, he was supposed to answer to that. Where'd he even get a name like that? And who was he talking to?]
'Nina-'
'Anna-'
...I...what is it?
[At least his voice was steadier than his thoughts, considering the disoriented look on his face. Though the question could have been anything from 'what do you want' to 'what's going on here and what's wrong with me'.]
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[No, that made sense. Mayfield did stuff like this, didn't it? Why did he remember his hometown doing such weird things?]
[...hometown? No. No, this wasn't even the right country for that.]
An-Nina, I...don't know what's going on. I've always lived here, but...but I know I haven't.
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'The hell'd she just call me? Don't tell me she's getting it too--'
'...huh, I think I've seen her somewhere before. Can't remember her name, though.'
...I don't actually...know. I can't read whatever's written in them.
[Why did he distinctly feel like that was fundamentally wrong? It was some foreign language he didn't understand, and yet it was as if he'd been looking at something he'd forgotten a long time ago.]
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['I will accept your oath under the name of Lancer'--it was a thought that came out of nowhere, with no context behind it save for the faint yet persistent sense of some kind of attachment.]
Does anything...feel a little off to you today?
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Her name was Emer, daughter of Forgall Monach. Do you forget the name of your wife so quickly, Cu Chulainn?
[He had weird memories, too-- ones of growing up with his family in Mayfield, but they felt foreign, like they had been planted there. It wasn't right and he knew that they were false, but sometimes... sometimes they seemed real as his own memories.]
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[And that was Connla, Rin's brother. ...wasn't he? No, that wasn't right. He knew it wasn't right, so why did he think it was?]
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Do you remember who I am, prince of light?
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'I always hated that title. Made me sound like an idiot. Didn't think anyone but Diarmuid would use it, though-'
'--no. No, this isn't right. Why is he calling me that, it sounds ridiculous.'
I...should, shouldn't I? You're important, someone I said...I swore I'd never forget. But you can't be, I barely even know you. So I remember you, but I don't know how much I'm supposed to remember about you.
...I don't know what's wrong with me.
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However, upon passing Lancer, there...was something not quite right. He didn't know what, but a look of concern adorned his face as he approached his blue-haired idol.]
Is something the matter, my good fellowman?
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[Diarmuid. He'd know which was the right set of memories, wouldn't he? But could Lancer really trust his word? What if he was just as wrong as wherever the false set of memories were coming from?]
I...something's wrong. I can't--I know that like I've lived here my whole life, but there's another part of me saying I'm wrong and that I...that there's something else.
..Diarmuid, who exactly am I? You know that much, right?
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You are the Prince of Light, Cu Chulainn, the greatest hero of our country, Ireland.
[A simple enough answer that should've sufficed. But, he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be so easy.]
...has something happened to you, Cu Chulainn?
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[He remembered Ireland, sure. Remembered his parents, his comrades, the one friend he'd ever had--and at the same time he remembered a completely parallel life in Mayfield. His family,something Lancer knew should have been a foreign concept to him and yet it wasn't.]
[Scowling, Lancer pressed his hands to his head and shut his eyes tightly. He had to focus, he knew Diarmuid was right and yet at the same time believed he must have been wrong.]
I can't--I can't forget. I can't, I--this isn't right, I never lived here.
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L-Lancer?!
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...Sakura?
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Um...
*She kneels down in front of Lancer. He's still huge and intimidating but it seems like he needs help right now.*
What's the matter? Why are you muttering to yourself like that?
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I was just trying to make sure I still remembered what's important.
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