Post by Twillie on Dec 28, 2017 22:12:59 GMT -5
For all individual fics or little collabs I do for the roleplay Wrighton: Strange Memory \o/
I'm just gonna take a guess now and say that most if not all of these fics will take place after the main events of the game, so Here Be Spoilers.
I'll also try and index these as more gather, to keep them in chronological order at least somewhere x3
For starters, here's that would-be epilogue post I mentioned I'd finish before, complete with an explanation behind the spare keys that weren't supposed to have any higher purpose but I accidentally gave them one \o/
On the Town
I'm just gonna take a guess now and say that most if not all of these fics will take place after the main events of the game, so Here Be Spoilers.
I'll also try and index these as more gather, to keep them in chronological order at least somewhere x3
For starters, here's that would-be epilogue post I mentioned I'd finish before, complete with an explanation behind the spare keys that weren't supposed to have any higher purpose but I accidentally gave them one \o/
On the Town
Liz and Mary were out on the town today.
Well, technically they were just taking a walk along the forest trails behind Liz’s house, but Liz had promised Mary that she’d take her out to the park later as well. Thankfully, Audo had been kind enough that day to let Liz spend time with her companion again.
A few passerby crossed paths with the two now and then, and Liz waved to them as they either returned the gesture or simply stared before continuing on their morning jog. Liz paid the gawkers no mind, and Mary was too busy feeling the rising sun’s warmth to notice. The town was still getting used to, among other things, the sight of a mirror demon casually strolling along the same streets as them, and Liz honestly couldn’t blame them for any staring or gawking they might do. She was just glad no one had reacted with torches or pitchforks yet.
Travelling further into the forest, Mary didn’t take in nearly as many scents and sounds as she might have elsewhere around the town, as these woods were all too familiar. They were her trees, after all. Which specific tree they were looking for, though, Liz hoped she could remember. In her pocket jangled the objects of her attention, and she subconsciously rolled them back and forth through her fingers as though subconsciously hoping their noise would keep her memories jogging as well.
She was surprised she had forgotten these keys in the first place; true, she had found them while Mary was summoned, but Liz had made sure to keep them in a safe place at home after transforming back. Guess she had kept them a little too safe.
A sudden shift behind her caught Liz’s ear, and she turned to see Mary stopped dead in her tracks and ears twitching this way and that.
“Something there?” Liz whispered.
“Over here.” Mary made the smallest gesture with her head, prompting Liz to follow. The young woman dutifully trailed behind her monster companion.
The trees and brush began to thicken the further they went. Having to swat away prickling branches from her face every few seconds, Liz couldn’t believe how easily Mary strolled through the forestry.
“You seriously not getting hit in the face up there?” Liz groaned.
Mary didn’t respond at first, but simply gave a “hm?” and confused look. A second later, though, Liz yelped as her feet suddenly left the ground and a strong grip lifted her to a new eight-foot perch.
“Ahhh, I didn’t mean for you to do that!” Liz berated while grasping Mary’s mane of hair.
“But the branches will leave you alone now.”
“Fine,” Liz grumbled, ducking behind Mary’s head, “But you better have a good idea of where to go, since I can’t find any familiar surroundings below us now.”
Thankfully, it seemed that Mary did actually know where she was going. Not long after they entered the more untamed part of the woods, she slowed in her spot and knelt to take in the surrounding smells more carefully. Her nose led her to one tree, then another, then the one right next to it… As though she were trying to pinpoint one exactly. As she searched, Liz was able to catch sight of one with a curious knot in its bark… a familiar landmark…
“Hey, the one about three trees to the left of us,” Liz said, “You might try that one.”
Mary heeded her tip, and, after a second of sniffing, rubbed her cheek against the bark of the tree and placed a hand near that same curious knot.
Liz hopped off her perch then, putting her hand against the knot as well and trailing her fingers directly down towards the roots of the tree. The roots where, hidden upon first glance, a small, neat crevice lay, waiting to hide any secret trinkets.
“Remind me again how we found this spot in the first place.” Liz mumbled, carefully reaching inside this hole.
Mary continued to press against the tree. “Feels as it does now,” she murmured back, “Familiar…”
Something cool and smooth touched Liz’s hand, and she pulled it out into the light. “Just a shame you couldn’t reach all the way in there the first time. I found that last key that got left behind.”
From her pocket, Liz pulled out a rung of similar keys, clipping this new one on to join them. The four of them jangled together with an oddly satisfying noise.
These were Theo’s.
When Liz and Mary had originally found the keys months back during one of Liz’s secret nightly excursions, neither had thought much of them. Probably just some dropped house keys, aside from the fact that they were strangely hidden beneath this strange tree and felt strangely familiar. ...Looking back, Liz didn’t know how she overlooked this so easily. They were still curious enough at the time, however, for Mary to hold onto them and for Liz to take them back home and hide in some drawers for later. Too bad she had forgotten about that “later” part. Thankfully the magic mouse toy fixed that.
Liz sorted through each of Theo’s keys, one by one.
One from her creator.
“To the lab,” they told Theo, dropping the key and chain into her palm and closing her fingers with their own hands, “Or whatever they leave behind. In case you ever want to return.”
Another from her and Nemo’s secret spot.
“‘Borrowing’ my key for this place is no asking permission,” Theo scolded him after first finding the small thing hiding in her private store room. After seeing the look on his face, though, she added with a smile, “Good thing I have spare.”
There was a smaller key next to this one of what seemed to be the same material and make, but with a tiny symbol engraved upon it. For the life of her, Liz couldn’t recall then what this key was for.
And then this last one that Liz and Mary just recovered was from Theo’s job as Quartermaster, given to her soon after her promotion.
I must keep it close, Theo would often remind herself upon receiving it. They trust me, after all.
Gingerly, Liz removed the thin chain from around her neck, dangling its small ornament in front of her. The small green key to her jewelry box, the one resting in her room that for the longest time kept safe and hidden Mary’s mirror. After a moment’s pause, she removed it and tacked it onto the ancient keyring’s collection.
“These are mine now, by the way,” Liz murmured to nothing in particular, “No fulfilling whatever wishes or relationships you had before. I’m using these for my own reasons.” Taking another pause and look at the keys, Liz added, “For starters, hopefully I can get you to talk with these…”
From the moment Liz gained access to her alien ancestor’s full memory bank, it all spilled into her head like a torrential wave crashing against the beach. Theo had hundreds, thousands, countless memories that Liz struggled to pick apart and look at one by one. In the short time since they’ve been recovered, Liz had gotten somewhat better at slowing down and focusing on them, but it was still an uphill battle. Theo had been so entranced, so excited by everything she saw, and her memories thrust themselves upon Liz like a shrieking fangirl begging you to watch their object of desire’s newest update.
Save for a handful.
Much as Liz hated to admit it, she saw a lot of herself in Theo. Not that she shared the same fangirly attitude, but it wasn’t like Liz was really cagey about anything. She wouldn’t spill her life story onto anyone she met, but if they asked about anything, she saw no reason to hold back. Save for a few things.
Mary, for one, had been her biggest secret for the longest time; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so guarded about something. And then, there were a few other things she’d rather not share with others at the moment…
They were few and far in between, but Liz stored all these little secrets together, locked away like Mary’s mirror in her jewelry box, access kept close like the key she had worn around her neck for close to a year. And Theo had this exact same box in her mind as well. Many of the memories were locked away for sentimental reasons, others out of necessity. Not that any of that mattered anymore, though, and all Liz had to do now was find the right lock to pick them with.
These memories, she figured, would help her sort through all the others, and more importantly, help distinguish what was Theo and what was truly Liz. Ever since the memories’ recovery, Liz had a hard time trusting any new feelings or thoughts that came to her. She hoped one, if not all, of the keys she held in her hands would help; after all, each of them were related in some way to the memories Theo had locked up. Sorting through each of them, she could indeed feel the more stubborn memories begin to stir. Perhaps it would take some time as well.
No need to dwell on it too much now, then. Blinking, Liz snapped herself out of her stupor and glanced up at Mary, who had occupied herself on other things in the meantime. Liz wondered if Mary might know anymore than her, as she shared Theo’s memories as well. Thinking on it now, Liz realized that this was probably the closest she’d come to actually seeing Theo. Mary was one of her physical forms, after all.
Mary snapped at a pesky butterfly that dared fly too close, chasing after the small nuisance before “letting” it escape with a growl. With a small laugh, Liz relaxed. Maybe not exactly Theo. For all purposes, she was gone, and Liz and Mary were their own selves with their own interests and desires. Liz kept reminding herself of this lately.
“Come on, you wanted to visit the park after all,” Liz invited Mary, standing up and facing back in the town’s direction. “No chasing when we get there, though, not this time.”
Well, technically they were just taking a walk along the forest trails behind Liz’s house, but Liz had promised Mary that she’d take her out to the park later as well. Thankfully, Audo had been kind enough that day to let Liz spend time with her companion again.
A few passerby crossed paths with the two now and then, and Liz waved to them as they either returned the gesture or simply stared before continuing on their morning jog. Liz paid the gawkers no mind, and Mary was too busy feeling the rising sun’s warmth to notice. The town was still getting used to, among other things, the sight of a mirror demon casually strolling along the same streets as them, and Liz honestly couldn’t blame them for any staring or gawking they might do. She was just glad no one had reacted with torches or pitchforks yet.
Travelling further into the forest, Mary didn’t take in nearly as many scents and sounds as she might have elsewhere around the town, as these woods were all too familiar. They were her trees, after all. Which specific tree they were looking for, though, Liz hoped she could remember. In her pocket jangled the objects of her attention, and she subconsciously rolled them back and forth through her fingers as though subconsciously hoping their noise would keep her memories jogging as well.
She was surprised she had forgotten these keys in the first place; true, she had found them while Mary was summoned, but Liz had made sure to keep them in a safe place at home after transforming back. Guess she had kept them a little too safe.
A sudden shift behind her caught Liz’s ear, and she turned to see Mary stopped dead in her tracks and ears twitching this way and that.
“Something there?” Liz whispered.
“Over here.” Mary made the smallest gesture with her head, prompting Liz to follow. The young woman dutifully trailed behind her monster companion.
The trees and brush began to thicken the further they went. Having to swat away prickling branches from her face every few seconds, Liz couldn’t believe how easily Mary strolled through the forestry.
“You seriously not getting hit in the face up there?” Liz groaned.
Mary didn’t respond at first, but simply gave a “hm?” and confused look. A second later, though, Liz yelped as her feet suddenly left the ground and a strong grip lifted her to a new eight-foot perch.
“Ahhh, I didn’t mean for you to do that!” Liz berated while grasping Mary’s mane of hair.
“But the branches will leave you alone now.”
“Fine,” Liz grumbled, ducking behind Mary’s head, “But you better have a good idea of where to go, since I can’t find any familiar surroundings below us now.”
Thankfully, it seemed that Mary did actually know where she was going. Not long after they entered the more untamed part of the woods, she slowed in her spot and knelt to take in the surrounding smells more carefully. Her nose led her to one tree, then another, then the one right next to it… As though she were trying to pinpoint one exactly. As she searched, Liz was able to catch sight of one with a curious knot in its bark… a familiar landmark…
“Hey, the one about three trees to the left of us,” Liz said, “You might try that one.”
Mary heeded her tip, and, after a second of sniffing, rubbed her cheek against the bark of the tree and placed a hand near that same curious knot.
Liz hopped off her perch then, putting her hand against the knot as well and trailing her fingers directly down towards the roots of the tree. The roots where, hidden upon first glance, a small, neat crevice lay, waiting to hide any secret trinkets.
“Remind me again how we found this spot in the first place.” Liz mumbled, carefully reaching inside this hole.
Mary continued to press against the tree. “Feels as it does now,” she murmured back, “Familiar…”
Something cool and smooth touched Liz’s hand, and she pulled it out into the light. “Just a shame you couldn’t reach all the way in there the first time. I found that last key that got left behind.”
From her pocket, Liz pulled out a rung of similar keys, clipping this new one on to join them. The four of them jangled together with an oddly satisfying noise.
These were Theo’s.
When Liz and Mary had originally found the keys months back during one of Liz’s secret nightly excursions, neither had thought much of them. Probably just some dropped house keys, aside from the fact that they were strangely hidden beneath this strange tree and felt strangely familiar. ...Looking back, Liz didn’t know how she overlooked this so easily. They were still curious enough at the time, however, for Mary to hold onto them and for Liz to take them back home and hide in some drawers for later. Too bad she had forgotten about that “later” part. Thankfully the magic mouse toy fixed that.
Liz sorted through each of Theo’s keys, one by one.
One from her creator.
“To the lab,” they told Theo, dropping the key and chain into her palm and closing her fingers with their own hands, “Or whatever they leave behind. In case you ever want to return.”
Another from her and Nemo’s secret spot.
“‘Borrowing’ my key for this place is no asking permission,” Theo scolded him after first finding the small thing hiding in her private store room. After seeing the look on his face, though, she added with a smile, “Good thing I have spare.”
There was a smaller key next to this one of what seemed to be the same material and make, but with a tiny symbol engraved upon it. For the life of her, Liz couldn’t recall then what this key was for.
And then this last one that Liz and Mary just recovered was from Theo’s job as Quartermaster, given to her soon after her promotion.
I must keep it close, Theo would often remind herself upon receiving it. They trust me, after all.
Gingerly, Liz removed the thin chain from around her neck, dangling its small ornament in front of her. The small green key to her jewelry box, the one resting in her room that for the longest time kept safe and hidden Mary’s mirror. After a moment’s pause, she removed it and tacked it onto the ancient keyring’s collection.
“These are mine now, by the way,” Liz murmured to nothing in particular, “No fulfilling whatever wishes or relationships you had before. I’m using these for my own reasons.” Taking another pause and look at the keys, Liz added, “For starters, hopefully I can get you to talk with these…”
From the moment Liz gained access to her alien ancestor’s full memory bank, it all spilled into her head like a torrential wave crashing against the beach. Theo had hundreds, thousands, countless memories that Liz struggled to pick apart and look at one by one. In the short time since they’ve been recovered, Liz had gotten somewhat better at slowing down and focusing on them, but it was still an uphill battle. Theo had been so entranced, so excited by everything she saw, and her memories thrust themselves upon Liz like a shrieking fangirl begging you to watch their object of desire’s newest update.
Save for a handful.
Much as Liz hated to admit it, she saw a lot of herself in Theo. Not that she shared the same fangirly attitude, but it wasn’t like Liz was really cagey about anything. She wouldn’t spill her life story onto anyone she met, but if they asked about anything, she saw no reason to hold back. Save for a few things.
Mary, for one, had been her biggest secret for the longest time; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so guarded about something. And then, there were a few other things she’d rather not share with others at the moment…
They were few and far in between, but Liz stored all these little secrets together, locked away like Mary’s mirror in her jewelry box, access kept close like the key she had worn around her neck for close to a year. And Theo had this exact same box in her mind as well. Many of the memories were locked away for sentimental reasons, others out of necessity. Not that any of that mattered anymore, though, and all Liz had to do now was find the right lock to pick them with.
These memories, she figured, would help her sort through all the others, and more importantly, help distinguish what was Theo and what was truly Liz. Ever since the memories’ recovery, Liz had a hard time trusting any new feelings or thoughts that came to her. She hoped one, if not all, of the keys she held in her hands would help; after all, each of them were related in some way to the memories Theo had locked up. Sorting through each of them, she could indeed feel the more stubborn memories begin to stir. Perhaps it would take some time as well.
No need to dwell on it too much now, then. Blinking, Liz snapped herself out of her stupor and glanced up at Mary, who had occupied herself on other things in the meantime. Liz wondered if Mary might know anymore than her, as she shared Theo’s memories as well. Thinking on it now, Liz realized that this was probably the closest she’d come to actually seeing Theo. Mary was one of her physical forms, after all.
Mary snapped at a pesky butterfly that dared fly too close, chasing after the small nuisance before “letting” it escape with a growl. With a small laugh, Liz relaxed. Maybe not exactly Theo. For all purposes, she was gone, and Liz and Mary were their own selves with their own interests and desires. Liz kept reminding herself of this lately.
“Come on, you wanted to visit the park after all,” Liz invited Mary, standing up and facing back in the town’s direction. “No chasing when we get there, though, not this time.”
