(When they see you getting upset, some of your friendly bone sneks go out and seek delicious food for you to eat! They return with several containers of half-eaten chicken nuggies and offer them to you with hope in their wiggles.)
-She sniffles a little bit and graciously accepts the long forgotten chicken nuggets that have been abandoned. She eats? Still kinda good, honestly. Whatever disaster caused these to be forgotten must be nice and fresh!-
Thank you, guys. They are so fucking good.
Maybe if we get some to that guy in my bed I can sleep there tonight? Oh, or maybe our new friend, if he shows up again....
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[Artorias] "I hope my actions were not so impertinent as to be unforgivable, my lady."
-She glances up to him, adjusting her glasses.-
No, no I don’t think so. I trust your judgment, after all. As much as I hate him, I’d rather it not bite me on the ass. And I can take a little bit of pleasure in the fact he’s keeping his sanity and has to live with it.
... I probably wouldn’t have had much of a chance to turn the tables on a real, professional god devourer. I wouldn’t have liked that fight.
-Or, rather, what she could have done in her negotiations? She looks down at an apple for a moment, turning it in her hand idly. Artorias was right, and but surely, he knows how she feels of Sulyvahn. It wasn’t enough. It couldn’t have been enough anyways. If things went wrong, things went wrong.-
-Just watching all of this tonight. She’s going to change the channel. Watch some other timeline. She’s out. She’s got other selves to worry about. She’s got a new friend from the other day.-
[A visitor, in a sense, in a manner of speaking. An interloper, not quite. Bound, jailed, dictated. You extend your hand, and he sees it, but doesn't take it. Perhaps, in some fundamental, logical sense, he should be in danger. Of sublimating, separating, simply ceasing. But he does not. Something writhes, in constant turmoil, fights in spurts like the blood seeping from a neck not quite attached but not quite separated.] "Heaven's Wasteland". [A hollow bark of a laugh.] Too grandiose. Yet apt.
-She leaves her hand extended for a few beats more, but he’s not taking. Slowly, she withdraws it into the folds of her sleeves, leaving it at that. With a better view of him, he doesn’t seem that in danger. For someone robbed of affect, he seems like he exists. He’s bound by something and remembered already. She’s a little impressed--then he’s in exile, maybe?-
-How cruel, she guesses. Like “her guys” she can fill in a few blanks in her reasoning.-
-The sort of laugh makes her give one of her own as she looks down at the apple for a moment.-
You’re not who I thought you were at first, sorry about that initial reaction again.
But... My father, I think, tossed out that name. I’m just a D-List child of God out here, you know?
-She turns the apple this way, and that, it’s a wonder having something fresh here. A glance to his neck, the biggest sight here. Definitely not who she thought she heard at first now that she’s truly looking at him.-
He called what he attained “Heaven” then left. But we can still have fun--and it’s not as if you can’t get back out again, with a bit of work.
[Your apple interception is going well. You have it surrounded and locked down. You attack the apple. The apple rolls a little bit. Unfortunately, your worst fears may have nearly come true. You hear the all-too-nonchalant tappy taps of boots nearby, before they come to a pause. A hood. A staff? And--- a voice entirely too dry.] So. This is what persists on this side.
-She pauses in playing footsie with an apple when she actually should have been looking around instead. She should have been playing different battle music, too. The clatter of bones stops for a moment as she hears boots. Not the usual jangle of armor or weight that she’s used to. A shuffle, more or less.-
-The voice makes her snap, for just a second, just given her usual impulsiveness that always holds true.-
You--
-That’s...-
Ah... Sorry, I...
-There’s something that makes her pause as she watches him--a visitor? This is a visitor to this side. Quietly, she lifts up the apple. Her heart races as there’s something that sparks inside of her. She shouldn’t be so trusting, but she just is. She extends a hand to him, realizing that he’s in danger, potentially--if he just happened here, if his existence isn’t yet solidified, isn’t remembered.-
There’s no formal name, beyond “Heaven’s Wasteland.” I consider it my domain, and I persist here and continue to.
I, Memeko, welcome you here... And I’ll remember you, if you remember me.
Aside from Blancelot is there anyone that you'd like to have a gunch version of? Like, as in you think they're cool and want to hang out.
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I-I’d prefer not to have any “gunch” versions of anyone! A-And Lancelot was normal, for your information! Like any Berserker version of him, in fact!
Okay, I guess Arthur is a bit gunch, given his circumstances… He’s like the scraped off grail goo impression of other me’s Arthur. Everyone else is, like someone I had to kind of find. I can’t just summon up someone. I scavenged my command seals and my Servants.
… Hmm. I dunno. There’s several Servants who I can’t have right out given my shenanigans. Solomon, being one of those. But also I can’t really accept an Oda Nobunaga after everything. And absolutely no Tristan!!!
I’m not that picky otherwise, and that’s what? That’s only like twenty, maybe, Servants at most out of the pool of kajillions with Alters, Summer, Santa, Weird Classes, Black Fridays, whatever. I’d take really anyone else if they should happen by here. I’m not sure I can really choose? I’m not sure who would get along with me?
Do you want to choose by just aesthetics? I don’t know their personalities, just how they fight, really!
I have the same tastes as other me, probably. I’d go “who does she like”… Big tits! Boy, girl, anyone! Maybe a bit taller than me, but I wouldn’t mind being a top! Strong arms are nice! Kinda like that guy camping out in my bedroom!
Someone fucking jacked’s acceptable!
-Memeko, you’re too scared to hold hands in most cases???-
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-She looks down a little, playing with her bangs, her voice lowering. She does have to tell the truth, after all.-
I saw a Servant like that once, in a timeline I wrecked. He changed his saint graph for her. I don’t think there would be one like that after him.
For the record, I don’t think my heart could take “another Lancelot.” Miracles don’t happen.
But…
… Is there a Servant who is really hopeful…?
Who would even like someone like me? Someone who could say “I’ll save you.”
Not even Arthur could say those words when he left… that time. Arthur saw me so ugly when he asked to changed his saint graph, too, so… And he’s Prince Charming Knight in Shining Armor Incarnate, y-yeah? Like those boys in silver and blue armor… I really have a way of ruining them.
One with a sweet smile. With a pretty voice. One who would help the guys go back to normal… It takes a lot of energy to make them look like themselves, you know.
One where I wouldn’t feel I have to feel intimidated around. Like I stole… them… Or ruined them. Or is here out of pity… I know Merlin is itching for my attention. But I’d be part of his pretty Memeko collection. He has other me showing up. Merlin can’t even save himself, let alone me.
That’s not why you have Servants… though, I guess…
I’ve got strong Servants already, though. I don’t think I have the luxury to be choosy.
(After seeing what it says, you may just want to eat it. "You can use it once. Choose wisely." At first it seems unclear what it's even talking about, but as you look at your Avalon replica again you realize there's a small seam at part of it. Ah, you see now! Part of the top comes off and reveals... a key? An unusual glimmering key with no instruction or clue as to what it could mean or how to even use it.)
-She peeks inside and takes out the key, turning it this way and that while she eats the note.-
A key...?
Use once?
To fucking what? That bastard. What the fuck? The fuck is this? Do I get some magical shoujo anime door for a one off visit to Flower Land? Where he can just... just...
...
How mean to even tease me like that...! How disgusting--! How... How...
...
-She realizes she’s being a bit irrational about the accusation. Maybe it’s to something else. Maybe it wasn’t meant to hurt her feelings like this. Maybe it’s actually the key material other her needs for that guy? That’s... That’s at least funny to think about for a moment, but she just can’t really trust it not to be a well-intentioned affront. Or did he mean to eat up her reaction? He’s an incubus, after all. And even she knows she’s a volatile mess.-
-In the end, she sighs, setting the key aside carefully. If she triggers any magic doors there will be hell to pay.-
(A number of package peanuts and bubble wrap spill forth from the present box as you tear into it mercilessly. Beneath all the safe packaging, you find a small crystal glass replica of what you recognize as the tower in Avalon, complete with magical floating glass pieces. A note with it falls to the floor by your feet.)
-She looks at it and--and there’s a bit of a frown. It’s kind of a jumbled up weird emotion. Is this an insult? Is he still going to make fun of her with having a consolation prize? “Good job with your temper tantrum and fifty issue pile up, you lost the race, but here’s a model.”-
-On the other hand, it’s kind of pretty? Getting glass that’s intact is a bit unusual out here. She sets it aside rather than trying to eat it like a little spiteful gremlin.-
...
-Another note?-
-She can eat this like a spiteful gremlin. But she’ll read it first.-
(THUNK. A small package finds its way on to your floor. Judging by the festive wrapping, it's a [late] Christmas present. It looks pretty intact, label and all. It says "TO: MEMEKO, FROM: SANTA".)
-Oh shit! Someone’s decided to be SANTA? A full SANTA for her?-
-She’s touched? She’s about to cry, maybe? No one’s remembered any holiday here before? Is it Christmas? It’s Christmas never and all at once here!-
What are some of your favorite things that float around in skyland?
Question 3/10
Discontinued foods! They’re usually slightly damaged or stale but I’m also an existence that is unfathomable by most standards and like half borrowed tentacles!!!
I eat like a five year old!
I also like finding old stuff... like 80′s and 90′s nostalgia stuff in general.
Of course, I guess, third place would be “stuff from alien civilizations.” I found that stuff that I “recognize” as “former Earth human” drifts closer to try and be remembered before it just evaporates so I see that way more here. But there’s a lot weird trash here! Sometimes it’s cool as hell.
But they don’t give the pleasure that Holiday Spice Pepsi does.
... I-I like stuffed animals too. I think I’ve saved every stuffed animal I’ve come across. You don’t see them too often. I feel good when I find them.
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