i;; and you're one year older. (a childhood memory.)
[ it's so bright.
that may be the first thing the person experiencing this memory will think when the memory kicks in and the summer sunshine pierce their vision, especially with how long it's been since they've been in direct sunlight. but when the over brightness fades and scenery takes place, this is what they'll see:
it's summer, wherever they are. the skies above are bright and blue, the scent hot and full of promise with sugar and spices mingling in the winds. every time a gust of cool air comes down the street, bright blue flower petals from the flowers strewn up and down the street will waft about, drifting and dancing in the air.
at the end of the street is a cul de sac and a street party happening at the moment, a small but lively group of individuals - humans and galateions alike - mingling and laughing with one another as they drank and ate themselves merrily. tables have been set up, the surfaces almost filled to the brim with foods and sweets and lots and lots and lots of presents for the celebrant. music is being played from somewhere and the song is cheerful and loud, crooning about how they hope the person of honour will stay alive long enough to see twenty-five.
and a banner, one that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY!', hangs on the front of a house that is grand and proud despite signs of age and weather getting the best of it at times. ]
Kiddo! Come over here!
[ the little bitty, the size of a human child, looks at the direction of whoever is calling him. his budding winglets perk up upon seeing who it is. he kisses the lady in the wheelchair that he was talking to on the cheek and rushes off, holding the comically large sketchbook to his chassis as he scurries towards the lady.
he pushes through the teeming crowd - but allows hands and large, large servos to fondly pat his helm as he hurries past them all - and is quick to practically launch himself into the open arms of his beloved auntie. ]
Auntie Laura! [ day squeals in excitement as he scooped up, curling into auntie laura's hold as she and a beaming uncle leeds lean forward to affectionately pepper his helm with kisses. he wiggles back to hold up his gift, excitedly babbling away as auntie laura and uncle leeds move to somewhere more private to have a talk with their nephew. ] -and Auntie Chris promised to make sure I get one every year, so I always have stuff to practice art on!! Auntie Laura, Uncle Leeds- Do you think mom and dad would have gotten me a present too today? I think they would and it would have been so cool!! Like like like maybe a dinosaur drone! That would be awesome!
[ a strange and tense smile comes and goes on auntie laura's face and uncle leeds looks so sad as daylight obliviously babbles away, imagining all the things his parents would have gotten him if they were still alive.
in the end, auntie laura kisses day's helm again, murmuring a soft: ] Yeah. I like to think they would have, kiddo.
ii;;; and you're walking on air. (a happy memory.)
[ daylight isn't on earth anymore. that much is clear from the fact he's the same size and appearance that the others know him at this point. and the fact he's surrounded by violet and white crystalline trees, the setting orange sun causing them to twinkle and sparkle in the dyling light of day.
he's not alone in this memory too. another mechanoid is with him, built bigger and stronger than him and twice daylight's size, standing at a whooping twenty feet tall and with a gatling gun bolted to their shoulder.
but he carries daylight in his arms with such a tenderness that that, and the way they gaze at each other adoringly, makes it clear there's something special between them. the way the mech will lean down, allowing the battlemask to retract so he can affectionately nuzzle his face against day's now and then only adds fuel to the obvious fire. ]
Heck of a way to end a day, huh? [ daylight laughs, kicking up the scrapped and dented leg of his for emphasis. ] Sorry for ruining the date, Emer. Just wanted to impress you back there.
It's fine, Sunshine. [ 'emer' shifts daylight into one arm and he seems to be looking for something on his side, though there are no visible pockets or pouches there. ] You're not going to walk for a while but back there did allow me to get something.
What? Footage to showoff to Dialup and Nightbreak? [ daylight's snort of self-derision stops halfway when, suddenly, emer pulls out a glass-like flower, the blue of its glowing in the sunlight. daylight practically melts into emer's hold when the flower is placed behind his audial. ] Oh, Ems... This is beautiful.
Not as beautiful as you. [ emer and day share a quick kiss between each other, laughing at the cheesiness of his words and out of genuine affection they clearly have for each other. ]
iii;;; and shadows settle on the place that you left. (a bittersweet memory.)
[ the sun is setting in this memory. it looks like daylight is in a quiet park and someone else is with him as they approach the paired statues of a human woman and something that can be best described as floating shapes lit on fire. it looks like they're holding hands.
day and his companion make for a strange pair- this one towers over him at twenty-five feet and their face is hidden by a steel domed mask that's been welded shut to their face. not to mention their arms stop at their elbows and a golden disc floats behind their back, humming with power.
the mech addresses day with surprising softness as they stop in front of the statues: ] Are you sure about this?
Yeah. I'm sure, Nightbreak. [ daylight begins to climb up on the base, strangely grim in his determination. the friend - nightbreak, apparently - heads over to a nearby console, the disc glowing faintly as eight transparent arms, coloured a glowing gold, emerge from the haze of light. ] Just- Punch in the settings, okay? The ones I told you.
[ the mech does as they're asked, their arms opening the console's setting to type something in.
above, the statues begin to shift and move thanks to mechanics and gears embedded in them, pulling their hands apart, palms open forward. daylight quickly slips his servos into the now open ones of his parents, fingers curling over theirs as the mechanisms soon close around his. his expectant, hopeful expression gives way to something... that can be best described as sad but readied to be sad.
it just doesn't feel right. he always wanted to know what it's like to hold his parents' hands but this isn't it. not by a long shot.
the memory ends with day thanking nightbreak for indulging him, trying to mask his disappointment with a forced and cheerful sunniness that he's used to making up on the spot for others. ]
iv;;; and so you can follow the trail back to a burning house. (a shocking revelation.)
[ it's so dark.
it's nighttime. daylight - a toddler, the size of a human child and looking very lost and distressed - is approaching an office that's door has been left ajar, allowing light to spill into the dark hallways. and allowing the voices of two women and a man to be heard the closer day approaches it. day stops right at the edge, and leans forward, peering in to see what's going on inside:
it's an argument between three adults: auntie laura and uncle leeds on one side of the room and a woman with silver hair and impossibly blue eyes on the other side of the room. the woman - mommy!, daylight whispers in excitement, isn't saying or doing much at the moment, merely allowing auntie laura to yell herself hoarse and pace back and forth, all the while gesturing with sharp and angry jabs. ]
Are you proud of yourself, Lore? Are you? [ auntie laura is practically shouting at his mom, who looks at her friend with passive, cold eyes. ] How can you sleep at night? There are days that Leeds and I can't look Day in the eye, knowing what we know. How can you do this to me? How can we do this to him? [ she stops pacing and turns to 'lore' with an angry expression on her face, kept at bay by uncle leeds holding her arm. ] Well! Do you have anything to say?
We've had this discussion before and my answers are the same: I don't regret a thing. Radiance and I did what we had to do. We needed to have him-
To what? So he could die? Is that it? So he could be sacrificed?
Yes.
[ the blunt answer knocks the winds out of his relatives and day, leaving them all gobsmacked. it allows his mom to press on, her voice firm and cold and sure: ] You know the prophecy too, Laura. You were there.
Ashes from the dead choking the air for those unfortunate enough to still be live. Destruction and death tearing through the worlds as punishment to those considered the uncalled. It can only be prevented by the union of two worlds that will ignite the stars ablaze. The life spilled is the saviour.
[ auntie laura and his mom stare at each other for a few long seconds before auntie laura looks away, staring at the ground as she balls her hands into tight, shaking fists.
his mom sighs and pulls back, unhappy that she won that argument. ] It's hard to accept, I know, but this is the only way. Radiance and I will do anything to keep the peace we worked so hard on. We have done everything. And if it means sacrificing him for the greater good than so be it.
[ that's not right. that can't be right. daylight pulls back, letting out a scared keen as he presses his servos to the door, pushing it open and alerting the others to his presence and not caring one bit because no no no no-
no!
day pushes through the room, trying to run to where his surprised mom is. even when uncle leeds scoops him up in his arms and pulls him close, he still tries to reach out for his mom, making desperate grabbing motions with flailing arms. ]
Mommy! [ even as uncle leeds reluctantly carries him away, even as auntie laura calls someone named 'system shock' for 'another round', day has only his optics on his mom. ] Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! I'm sorry, Mommy! I'm sorry! Please don't let me die! I'll be good, mommy! Please! Mommy-!
[ she never responds to him. his mom merely looks at him with an unreadable expression on her face, lips thinned into a line and her eyes hard and cold.
then she looks away, turning her back to the distressed child as she flatly states, ] System Shock should have the room set up by the time you take him there.
Hurry up and get this over with.
[ and just before the memory ends, the person will suddenly feel pricks at the back of their neck and the feeling of something being torn out from their heads. ]
iv;;; wildcard!!
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Daylight vis Lornlit | Original.
[ it's so bright.
that may be the first thing the person experiencing this memory will think when the memory kicks in and the summer sunshine pierce their vision, especially with how long it's been since they've been in direct sunlight. but when the over brightness fades and scenery takes place, this is what they'll see:
it's summer, wherever they are. the skies above are bright and blue, the scent hot and full of promise with sugar and spices mingling in the winds. every time a gust of cool air comes down the street, bright blue flower petals from the flowers strewn up and down the street will waft about, drifting and dancing in the air.
at the end of the street is a cul de sac and a street party happening at the moment, a small but lively group of individuals - humans and galateions alike - mingling and laughing with one another as they drank and ate themselves merrily. tables have been set up, the surfaces almost filled to the brim with foods and sweets and lots and lots and lots of presents for the celebrant. music is being played from somewhere and the song is cheerful and loud, crooning about how they hope the person of honour will stay alive long enough to see twenty-five.
and a banner, one that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY!', hangs on the front of a house that is grand and proud despite signs of age and weather getting the best of it at times. ]
Kiddo! Come over here!
[ the little bitty, the size of a human child, looks at the direction of whoever is calling him. his budding winglets perk up upon seeing who it is. he kisses the lady in the wheelchair that he was talking to on the cheek and rushes off, holding the comically large sketchbook to his chassis as he scurries towards the lady.
he pushes through the teeming crowd - but allows hands and large, large servos to fondly pat his helm as he hurries past them all - and is quick to practically launch himself into the open arms of his beloved auntie. ]
Auntie Laura! [ day squeals in excitement as he scooped up, curling into auntie laura's hold as she and a beaming uncle leeds lean forward to affectionately pepper his helm with kisses. he wiggles back to hold up his gift, excitedly babbling away as auntie laura and uncle leeds move to somewhere more private to have a talk with their nephew. ] -and Auntie Chris promised to make sure I get one every year, so I always have stuff to practice art on!! Auntie Laura, Uncle Leeds- Do you think mom and dad would have gotten me a present too today? I think they would and it would have been so cool!! Like like like maybe a dinosaur drone! That would be awesome!
[ a strange and tense smile comes and goes on auntie laura's face and uncle leeds looks so sad as daylight obliviously babbles away, imagining all the things his parents would have gotten him if they were still alive.
in the end, auntie laura kisses day's helm again, murmuring a soft: ] Yeah. I like to think they would have, kiddo.
ii;;; and you're walking on air. (a happy memory.)
[ daylight isn't on earth anymore. that much is clear from the fact he's the same size and appearance that the others know him at this point. and the fact he's surrounded by violet and white crystalline trees, the setting orange sun causing them to twinkle and sparkle in the dyling light of day.
he's not alone in this memory too. another mechanoid is with him, built bigger and stronger than him and twice daylight's size, standing at a whooping twenty feet tall and with a gatling gun bolted to their shoulder.
but he carries daylight in his arms with such a tenderness that that, and the way they gaze at each other adoringly, makes it clear there's something special between them. the way the mech will lean down, allowing the battlemask to retract so he can affectionately nuzzle his face against day's now and then only adds fuel to the obvious fire. ]
Heck of a way to end a day, huh? [ daylight laughs, kicking up the scrapped and dented leg of his for emphasis. ] Sorry for ruining the date, Emer. Just wanted to impress you back there.
It's fine, Sunshine. [ 'emer' shifts daylight into one arm and he seems to be looking for something on his side, though there are no visible pockets or pouches there. ] You're not going to walk for a while but back there did allow me to get something.
What? Footage to showoff to Dialup and Nightbreak? [ daylight's snort of self-derision stops halfway when, suddenly, emer pulls out a glass-like flower, the blue of its glowing in the sunlight. daylight practically melts into emer's hold when the flower is placed behind his audial. ] Oh, Ems... This is beautiful.
Not as beautiful as you. [ emer and day share a quick kiss between each other, laughing at the cheesiness of his words and out of genuine affection they clearly have for each other. ]
iii;;; and shadows settle on the place that you left. (a bittersweet memory.)
[ the sun is setting in this memory. it looks like daylight is in a quiet park and someone else is with him as they approach the paired statues of a human woman and something that can be best described as floating shapes lit on fire. it looks like they're holding hands.
day and his companion make for a strange pair- this one towers over him at twenty-five feet and their face is hidden by a steel domed mask that's been welded shut to their face. not to mention their arms stop at their elbows and a golden disc floats behind their back, humming with power.
the mech addresses day with surprising softness as they stop in front of the statues: ] Are you sure about this?
Yeah. I'm sure, Nightbreak. [ daylight begins to climb up on the base, strangely grim in his determination. the friend - nightbreak, apparently - heads over to a nearby console, the disc glowing faintly as eight transparent arms, coloured a glowing gold, emerge from the haze of light. ] Just- Punch in the settings, okay? The ones I told you.
[ the mech does as they're asked, their arms opening the console's setting to type something in.
above, the statues begin to shift and move thanks to mechanics and gears embedded in them, pulling their hands apart, palms open forward. daylight quickly slips his servos into the now open ones of his parents, fingers curling over theirs as the mechanisms soon close around his. his expectant, hopeful expression gives way to something... that can be best described as sad but readied to be sad.
it just doesn't feel right. he always wanted to know what it's like to hold his parents' hands but this isn't it. not by a long shot.
the memory ends with day thanking nightbreak for indulging him, trying to mask his disappointment with a forced and cheerful sunniness that he's used to making up on the spot for others. ]
iv;;; and so you can follow the trail back to a burning house. (a shocking revelation.)
[ it's so dark.
it's nighttime. daylight - a toddler, the size of a human child and looking very lost and distressed - is approaching an office that's door has been left ajar, allowing light to spill into the dark hallways. and allowing the voices of two women and a man to be heard the closer day approaches it. day stops right at the edge, and leans forward, peering in to see what's going on inside:
it's an argument between three adults: auntie laura and uncle leeds on one side of the room and a woman with silver hair and impossibly blue eyes on the other side of the room. the woman - mommy!, daylight whispers in excitement, isn't saying or doing much at the moment, merely allowing auntie laura to yell herself hoarse and pace back and forth, all the while gesturing with sharp and angry jabs. ]
Are you proud of yourself, Lore? Are you? [ auntie laura is practically shouting at his mom, who looks at her friend with passive, cold eyes. ] How can you sleep at night? There are days that Leeds and I can't look Day in the eye, knowing what we know. How can you do this to me? How can we do this to him? [ she stops pacing and turns to 'lore' with an angry expression on her face, kept at bay by uncle leeds holding her arm. ] Well! Do you have anything to say?
We've had this discussion before and my answers are the same: I don't regret a thing. Radiance and I did what we had to do. We needed to have him-
To what? So he could die? Is that it? So he could be sacrificed?
Yes.
[ the blunt answer knocks the winds out of his relatives and day, leaving them all gobsmacked. it allows his mom to press on, her voice firm and cold and sure: ] You know the prophecy too, Laura. You were there.
Ashes from the dead choking the air for those unfortunate enough to still be live. Destruction and death tearing through the worlds as punishment to those considered the uncalled. It can only be prevented by the union of two worlds that will ignite the stars ablaze. The life spilled is the saviour.
[ auntie laura and his mom stare at each other for a few long seconds before auntie laura looks away, staring at the ground as she balls her hands into tight, shaking fists.
his mom sighs and pulls back, unhappy that she won that argument. ] It's hard to accept, I know, but this is the only way. Radiance and I will do anything to keep the peace we worked so hard on. We have done everything. And if it means sacrificing him for the greater good than so be it.
[ that's not right. that can't be right. daylight pulls back, letting out a scared keen as he presses his servos to the door, pushing it open and alerting the others to his presence and not caring one bit because no no no no-
no!
day pushes through the room, trying to run to where his surprised mom is. even when uncle leeds scoops him up in his arms and pulls him close, he still tries to reach out for his mom, making desperate grabbing motions with flailing arms. ]
Mommy! [ even as uncle leeds reluctantly carries him away, even as auntie laura calls someone named 'system shock' for 'another round', day has only his optics on his mom. ] Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! I'm sorry, Mommy! I'm sorry! Please don't let me die! I'll be good, mommy! Please! Mommy-!
[ she never responds to him. his mom merely looks at him with an unreadable expression on her face, lips thinned into a line and her eyes hard and cold.
then she looks away, turning her back to the distressed child as she flatly states, ] System Shock should have the room set up by the time you take him there.
Hurry up and get this over with.
[ and just before the memory ends, the person will suddenly feel pricks at the back of their neck and the feeling of something being torn out from their heads. ]
iv;;; wildcard!!
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