[ So... okay. This is going to continue being his leading theory, then, because it's infinitely better than vengeful ghosts pulling the strings. ]
So there's no rhyme or reason to it- the memories. Just things we're thinking of, or... are important and we subconciously think about them. But they don't have to mean anything.
a situation in a building under siege going from bad to worse; their small team meant to take down a single enemy and get out with one critical asset retrieved surrounded by a treacherous force both much larger and much more powerful, with allies too far away to be of much help.
also, there's fucking laser tanks, because that's a reasonable thing for the future to have.
the only thing they can do is try to slip out and past the military before the encirclement is complete. how wise of a plan that is, well. you've observed what you can on such brief notice, done the calculations in your cloud, there's no time to sit still and deliberate, but it works, at first, until.
you all are safe. 416 is not. but you have explosives left, and you're fast enough to make it there in time. setting one off, at point blank, to alter the trajectory of the cannon shot just enough so where you take the brunt of it instead...
(it's going to hurt. but better you than them, right?)
——which, as soon as she realizes what he's seeing and has control again, is going to make her instantly recoil to put some distance between them again. hm. bad!
((memory ends at 1:06:12, aka the big boom and things going black.)) ]
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So there's no rhyme or reason to it- the memories. Just things we're thinking of, or... are important and we subconciously think about them. But they don't have to mean anything.
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[ anything else is just speculation. ]
... What are you afraid of the others here seeing?
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My life isn't so interesting like that. The bulk of my memories would be school lessons and housework.
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Oh, that's not so bad, then. Come closer, unless you're worried about getting anything else from me.
[ because as far as I know they're talking to each other from a case or two away or something. ]
I wonder if this place is more of a mausoleum than it is a museum...
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There's already too many of those. The crypt, the morgue, and the graveyard outside too...
[ And now this place! Fun. He really hates this place. ]
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[ another lazy wave.
which, hm. sorry Ayabe, but apparently those few steps are enough to trigger the mansion to do its thing. unfortunately the echoed 'radio' memory was just a precursor to a very, very different one, because you said you wanted to know what was going on in 2064 and all i can do is oblige.
a situation in a building under siege going from bad to worse; their small team meant to take down a single enemy and get out with one critical asset retrieved surrounded by a treacherous force both much larger and much more powerful, with allies too far away to be of much help.
also, there's fucking laser tanks, because that's a reasonable thing for the future to have.
the only thing they can do is try to slip out and past the military before the encirclement is complete. how wise of a plan that is, well. you've observed what you can on such brief notice, done the calculations in your cloud, there's no time to sit still and deliberate, but it works, at first, until.
you all are safe. 416 is not. but you have explosives left, and you're fast enough to make it there in time. setting one off, at point blank, to alter the trajectory of the cannon shot just enough so where you take the brunt of it instead...
(it's going to hurt. but better you than them, right?)
——which, as soon as she realizes what he's seeing and has control again, is going to make her instantly recoil to put some distance between them again. hm. bad!
((memory ends at 1:06:12, aka the big boom and things going black.)) ]