#nbm:flashback

[cecilianbm]

flashback; visions of fire

@taliesinnbm​

Minsoo was not used to others fighting her for product, but here they were, staring each other down from across the room. Most people didn’t bother with her items. They were too obscure or to expensive. If it weren’t for Cecilia’s assets (mostly jewelry), Minsoo herself wouldn’t have been able to afford most of her expenses. 

There was little Minsoo wouldn’t try to get back home. She was tired of dresses, even when pants would work better. She was tired of the restrooms (she would trade all her belonging for indoor plumbing). And, she was tired of the food. It was good, but there was little variety. She could only eat so much stew, no matter how cold it was.

Logically, Minsoo figured if she had come into this world, there had to be an explanation. So, there must have been a way out. Hopefully without her dying again. Her latest attempt at knowledge was a piece of manuscript from an ancient text. It supposedly discussed the possibilities of “other worlds”. Minsoo needed it and she was not going to let some bard take it from her. 

Minsoo broke down to the front, pushing past the crowd of people looking at a gold scepter (like that would be useful). She yelled out at Taliesin. “Why are you here, Taliesin? It’s not like you can play it!”

[matteonbm]

flashback; the once and future king

@celestinexnbm

Matteo had been crying nonstop for the past week. He wanted his mom. He wanted his dad. He wanted his blanket and for his little sister to come and annoy him. He didn’t want to be in this castle. He kept trying to run away, but the guards always managed to pick him up with ease, taking him back to his room with little concern.

They kept saying this was his home, but it wasn’t. His home was in the woods. His home was in a cottage. His home was not here, with its cold halls and frosty stares. His “brothers” had thrown more than one temper tantrum. Matteo hadn’t understood why, until the words “crown prince” were mentioned. Matteo had gone into a state of shock.

As it was, tomorrow would be his coronation as the crown prince. Matteo wasn’t one for fits, but he was an easy crier. After all his attempts at escape, the king had apparently found an acceptable babysitter to make sure that he would be there the next morning.

“I would think the Good Witch would have better things to do than look after me,” he muttered. “I don’t even want to be king.”

[matteonbm]

flashback; still an innocent

@serenitynbm

Matteo's mother had told him she didn’t want to see him sobbing over his adoptive parents. So, he had honored her wishes and decided to hide in the garden until he stopped. As of now, it had been two days. He was aiming for the week. Or forever. 

It was surprisingly easy to hide there. His brothers liked to ignore him. His parents didn’t care. So, it must have been his tutors who noticed his absence. Now, the staff was searching everywhere. Meanwhile, he was munching on unripened berries. They were sour and delicious. 

Matteo wiped his eyes. That was when he noticed a familiar shock of hair. No one in his life had ever had hair like his cousin Serenity. With little fanfare, he shot out of the bush, realizing belatedly he would probably scare her.

“Serenity! I missed you,” he said, engulfing her in a hug. “Everyone is so mean here!” He tried not to sob, but it was happening nonetheless. Still, he managed to compose himself after a bit. “How are you?’

[cecilianbm]

flashback; a good witch and a bad bitch

@celestinexnbm​

Minsoo had never been a big fan of the isekai genre. It always seemed to follow the same lines and tropes. The leading men were often insufferable and she often found herself with a serious case of second lead syndrome. The leading women were often too dense for their own good. It made her wonder if the authors had ever even spoken to a woman before.

However, now that Minsoo was in the same situation, she realized she had been harsh on those girls. She had woken up disoriented and had still not found her footing. Every moment threw her off balance. 

Cecilia had led a life before her. She had hopes and dreams. Friends, sorta. People knew her habits and had expectations of her. Now, they had Minsoo. Though Minsoo had always sympathized with Cecilia, the character was a secondary villain at best. Little was mentioned about her, so, even if Minsoo remembered the entire book, she wouldn’t have much more to go on.

Because of Cecilia’s previous behavior, everyone was wary of Minsoo. They seemed to think the illness had caused brain damage. Some thought the amnesia was something she was just doing for attention. Minsoo didn’t understand who would so such a thing. Still, she had a feeling she needed to start “remembering” things soon.

Of course, there was a bigger issue at the moment. Cecilia was a powerful witch, even if she never lived up to Feya or Celestine’s abilities. But, Minsoo had exactly none of her training. So, after nearly setting their library on fire again she had asked the Good Witch to begin her training again. Now, she just had to apologize for nearly burning her hair off. “I’m sorry. I swear, I’ll get the hang of this.” She thought for a moment. “Maybe I should try to light something smaller. Like the candle instead.” 

[matteonbm]

flashback; adventure!!!

@nbmrowan​

Rowan had been acting a bit off the last few days, but Matteo had taken it in stride. His Captain of the Guard must have a reason for his odd behavior. He trusted his faithful knight and could think of no one better to help with this demonic uprising. 

There had been whispers of demons preying on Elestrens in their own forest.  People were disappearing, though it was often no one would miss. Considering his own parents--no, the Griffiths-- lived in the woods, it had become personal for Matteo. Though their relationship was nonexistent now, they had cared for him for many years. The least he could was make sure they could go into their own garden without fear.

Matteo wondered if the demons were under the orders of the Dark Witch. Was this some kind of covert attack? Was it a way for her to try and take over their kingdom? Though it had been three-hundred years, was that even a long time to an immortal? She could be bidding her time. After all, who would want to rule the Darien Vale when they could rule Elestren?

Matteo had trained under a different captain of the guard, but he admitted that Rowan likely knew more of what he was doing. Still, he was glad the guard was at least willing to let him pretend he was the lead on this mission. “The encampment should be close by,” he said. 

As this was a stealth mission, they were in minimal armor and Rowan was the only member of the army coming along. “Hopefully, there aren’t too many demons. Still, promise to leave me some,” he said, jokingly bumping Rowan’s shoulder.

[cecilianbm]

flashback; into the unknown

It had taken weeks for Minsoo to finally venture outside of the cottage grounds. She told everyone is due to her recent bout of illness, but it was getting harder to put off. So, she had finally donned Cecilia’s clothes, stared at herself in the mirror, and accepted her fate. 

Her mission was simple. Bean sprouts. She missed Korean food and was looking for anything resembling one. She had picked up a few colorful fruits, figuring they’d probably be safe. Elestren was the good part of town, after all. However, she still walked in a daze. 

Minsoo was normally an independent person, but at the moment, she wished she was holding someone’s hand. She hadn’t been this skittish, even as a child. But, she supposed, coming back from the dead had to be an exception.

Minsoo turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin. Someone was standing right behind her. “Hello,” she said.

[matteonbm]

flashback;; once upon a harvest moon (open)

Matteo was not looking forward to the family dinner later today. Though this was supposed to be a holiday for him, he couldn’t even revel in it. Just hours around people who didn’t like him or wanted to assassinate him. In another life, he would be the guest of honor for an entirely different reason. However, in this life, no one would even realize the significance of him at their dinner table. Well, aside from the obvious. 

He stared at his drink. It hadn’t always been like this. Harvest Moon had been his mother’s--no, Nimue’s-- favorite holiday. He wondered if she still celebrated it with the same elaborate feasts. They would go apple picking as a family and then carve shapes out of the fruit. Now, it was all just a political event.

Suddenly, he lost his appetite for the apple ale in front of him. He turned to the random person next to him. Without looking, he slid the drink to them. “Here. Happy Harvest Moon.”

[notbythemoonrp]

Hello members! We are embarking on an optional activity. For the month of January, we will be having flashback threads. You are encouraged to roleplay or self-para any time in the past. Please tag your posts as nbm:flashback.

Here are some potential flashback scenarios you might consider:

For our reborn beings, what was it like when they first woke up in their new body? How was their last day/moments in their old world?

What was it like before transmigrating?

For our aware beings, how did they realize they were in a novel?

What was a pivotal moment in your muse’s past?

How did they meet other muses for the first time? Have they interacted before without realizing it?

You are allowed to revisit any past holidays, including utilizing those past memes.