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The Ryslig Memory Loss Meme

THE RYSLIG MEMORY LOSS MEME


some characters might be better off like this
Maybe your character has died one too many times, or maybe the gods are up to their tricks again; one way or another, your character has lost all memories of home and now thinks they've always lived in Ryslig as a monster. But have they succumbed to their instincts entirely, or are there still remnants of humanity lurking deep inside? And isn't humanity kind of subjective?? Plus, why would a monster care anyway??? Geez! HOW TO PLAY: - Post a top-level; it's not necessary to include a prompt, but you might want to do so anyway just so people have an idea of what your character is like now! - Feel free to have assumed CR, warped memories of current CR if they don't fit with the "always been a monster" background (example: an argument that occurred in an arrival log could now be remembered as an ordinary monster vs monster feud)... The only limit is your imagination. And the confines of the meme, I guess. - Have fun! It's a meme, after all. ~~- If anyone ever feels up to posting a sister meme on monsterotica please be my guest.~~

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{ A. Mischief Managed }

Kaito's wanted to be a magician ever since he was young. That had been what he told anyone who asked, and it was what he worked for despite their scepticism and laughter. 'Why does a goblin who can cast spells with a flick of the wrist need to learn mundane magic?' people ask. But it's the one constant in a stream of lies he tells ("My dad was a magician" [a name no-one knows here]) and it's the one thing anyone who knows him comes to trust about him.

His mother is never around. Travelling, apparently. His supposed father died almost a decade ago, leaving behind the legacy of magic which Kaito has taken up in his stead. The young goblin lives alone somewhere in Bavan (the location changes with each asking) but he has a few regular night performances in various places (including the Triple T). He's a fixture at Liewen labs, working with dangerous chemicals to learn and develop fireworks for future events (if there's a bang every now and again it is absolutely not his fault [~~yes it is~~]). While it's hard to pin down personal details other than those, Kaito does still remains a vibrant part of many of the lives he touches - which is all that really matters, right?

"Hahaha! Try and catch me, slowpokes!" he jeers as he flips up to the awning of a shop, dangling a few cheap, shiny baubles from his fingers. It's a busy day at the market and Kaito's light fingers have liberated not a few sly pieces of fruit here and there. Wanting to liven up the atmosphere, he had deliberately let himself be caught over at the artisan's end. Now there's a chase on to catch him.

It doesn't help that he has the wind on his side. Kaito leaps off the awning as cans are chucked at him, dancing on the tops of lamp posts as light as a small faerie. His delighted (haha) laughter rings out across the vicinity, angering his pursuers. Maybe someone should step in...?

{ B. Moonlit Magician }

At some point last year, Kaito had learned (decided?) that his father hadn't died: he'd been murdered. By the Bloody Bones. That had been the first time he donned the identity of 'Phantom Kid'. Since then, he's made a monthly habit of flaunting himself in a white costume, taunting them publicly and daring them to try and kill him. They never do, but he's sure they'll slither out of their holes sometime.

Until then, he masks his outings as very public, daring thefts of precious jewels. The best that exist in Ryslig. Heist notices in writing to the victims, network riddles to fellow monster denizens - and then on the promised night, he makes his appearance like the white wraith he is and bows to his audience, small though it may be. The only reason he has one at all is that they believe in his code of 'no harm at a Kid heist'. And indeed, his thefts - shows - are more of a spectacle which bring a welcome interruption to daily life. As he tips his hat to those gathered below, hiding the one half of his face that isn't concealed by a monocle, he grins behind his hand. It's a grin full of sharp teeth and menace that only those close to him can see.

No harm. Not yet.

After these heists, he unwinds from the adrenaline rush by finding a high-up spot and playing with his prize for the night. Usually the roof edge of a building, sometimes a tree in a park. His favourite haunt is the clock tower, although he doesn't know why.

Tossing up the jewel (necklace, bracelet, or maybe the stone itself), he leans back on one hand with the lazy ease of a panther. People coming close might hear him humming to himself. As soon as he senses he's not alone though, he'll leap to his feet with card gun in hand and jewel slipped into pocket.

"Who's there?"

{ C. You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you? } Because this is a meme so have EXTRA BAD END

"So," he purrs as he sinks to a crouch before the female hunter. She glares as he backs her up against the wall. If he hadn't already disarmed her, she might be sinking a knife into his chest right this moment. He leans in close until she can see the tips of his fangs and the ominous red tint in his right eye beneath the lip of his cloaks' hood. "You know something, don't you? About the guys in masks?"

She shakes her head. Spits a vehement denial. A firm no, just like the rest. He caresses her cheek with a considering hum, enjoying the look of defiance on her face. His eyes mark each minuscule flinch she makes as his nails tap, tap, tap against her skin. The smile on his face doesn't falter once.

"Why are all of you lying to me?" He grips the lower half of her face, palm covering her mouth. Dark magic surges at his beckoning. A shrill scream erupts from her throat in spite of his attempt to stifle it. His strength easily holds her down as she thrashes through a nightmare only she can see, the abandoned lot they're in devoid of anyone human who would be willing to come running to her aid. Humans don't dare face a monster without numbers.

When she finally goes quiet, he sits back on his haunches and sighs. His posture slumps, only to tense a second later at the sound of a clatter. He phases to shadow and flattens against the wall. Then he slinks forward, an indistinct shape moving along crumbling brick and mortar, until he nears whoever it is that had made the noise. Human? Monster? He'll stay his hand if it's a friend, but a stranger will get him leaping at them from behind and trying to choke them out with a wire.

{ D. Wildcard }

Feel free to write up your own prompt. I'm open to pretty much any scenario (really, I am). Meme tags are a lower priority for me compared to game tags, but I still try to answer them in a timely manner.

Basic history: Kaito doesn't actually have any memory of his parents. He thinks he has a mother, but the recollection is fuzzy so he prefers to pretend he doesn't. Easier that way in his opinion. He doesn't remember a father at all - instead he recalls being very influenced by a human magician during his early years and began learning the kind of magic many goblins never bother to master. Since he doesn't remember that magician's name, he's just given them the name 'Touichi Kuroba' (from which he chose the name 'Kaito Kuroba'). That plus his thieving nature meant he stole regularly in order to make a living (at least until he got good enough to perform on stage). Charm helps him eel his way through life but behind that is a very practised liar and manipulator.

Regarding the way he treats his friends, nothing much will change on his part. He is, after all, a very good actor. Whether they ever sense something wrong with him is up to them.

tl;dr Kaito is more malicious goblin and less fluffy magician. Have fun!

Yuriika feels very confident with her set up. A calm demeanor, shrewd cunning and the ruthless streak of a demon served her very well. She doesn't remember why she's started trying to sway the minds of young humans. Getting them under her influence was easy enough--killing the parents and disguising the means of death to some other sort of monster was, no pun intended, child's play.

That most of their parents died with her sigil (a bird in flight) burned into their flesh... Well. That couldn't be helped. If no one could link the sigil with her then it wouldn't be a problem. All she had to do was stop wearing her most precious treasure: a golden brooch in the shape of a flying bird. Yuriika couldn't remember where it had come from but only that it was important.

She kept it locked away in the office of the orphanage among her numerous mementos of days past. Of course it was where she could get at it easily if she needed to. That's when she realized it was gone. Yuriika's first thought was one of the children had taken it but that was impossible. They wouldn't dare cross her. It had to be an outsider.

Yuriika exited the building in a rage, spreading wings and taking to the sky in search of who could have taken her most precious treasure. One thought came to mind and she headed straight towards the clock tower. She had solved many of the mysterious thief's riddles enough to realize that was one of his favorite spots.

She doesn't land. Her barbed tail lashes out. "I do suggest you hand that back."

Kid smiles (it's not reassuring) and keeps his finger on the trigger. The edged cards don't hold a candle to her barbed tail but they still hurt. If she attacks him for the brooch in his pocket then he's not going to hold back.

"It's such a pretty thing though." Well-maintained, a shiny addition to any hoard. That isn't why Kid is interested in it though, nor is it the reason why he took it. Kid's smile turns hard and frigid as he watches the demon hover in front of him. Unlike his other self, it's cold anger which characterises him. "More pretty than the brands you left behind on those children's parents. Care to tell me why you need them, Miss Yuriika?"

Kaito likes those kids. He likes performing for them on his days off. Upon first discovering those oddly mutilated corpses with the image of a flying bird branded into their skin, the magician had thought little of it beyond a distaste towards the culprit. Leaving a mark is like leaving a calling card - it lets people identify the culprit. Although Kaito has since done away with naive ideas of pacifism in this kill-or-be-killed world, shreds of decency remain to inspire disgust at the sight of the corpses.

When they had both seen the brooch in Yuriika's office, Kaito had wanted to confront her then and there. It had been Kid who had reigned him back and proposed drawing her out to this isolated spot.

She doesn't go for an attack yet. No, she has to be patient. She's a professional. Yuriika takes in a deep breath. Her tail still lashes at the air but she's far enough away that it's merely a sign of agitation and not an attack.

Yuriika doesn't recall how she came in possession of it yet she knows it's definitely hers not this thief's. She glowers at him. There's a fierceness in her gaze that she normally reserves for her victims. "Those brands are merely a side effect of how I feed. How was I supposed to know that they had children?"

It's an obvious diversion to even her own ears. She's been caught and she knows it.

"Mm, I suppose you couldn't if you had attacked them at random on the street," he allows. It's pretence; the thief's eyes continue to burn a cold, dark blue. "But during my little friend's visits, those children told him some monster had attacked their parents. A monster they hadn't been able to see at the time. I find it hard to believe you, a meticulous woman, would not have checked for children first."

And wasn't it an interesting coincidence that all the corpses found had had children? Kid can't keep a small measure of scorn from his expression. "I'd just like to know why, Miss Yuriika."

'Why did you do it?' The question echoed like a familiar ghost. Someone had once asked him that very thing.

(ooc: Let me know if I misremembered b/c it's approaching 3am and I probably did)

"Isn't it natural to try to be unseen while feeding?" she asks. The strain in her voice isn't hard to miss. Her nails dig deep into her palms. Then she stops. She's caught, isn't she? Yuriika gives a soft sound that might have been a growl, a purr, or a strange mixing of the two. Soon that ends in favor a harsh laugh.

"Children are the most innocent things in this horrid world, thief. Far more precious than any sort of jewel or some trinket. It's simply natural that a demon would want to keep such things to herself."

His eyes narrow. His grip on the card gun shifts a little, arm beginning to twinge from holding the firearm steady for as long as he has. The rumbling purr is not reassuring in the least but he refuses to be intimidated.

"So you're, what, collecting them?" he asks bitingly. There is a flash of anger in his eyes and the threat of a snarl on his lips. Parents - he can't remember his own, and the vague images he has of a mother are ones he doesn't trust. Kaito had all but raised himself. "You're right. Children aren't like jewels." Deep breaths, Kid told himself. He forced his voice into a calmer register. "Just tell me what you're planning to do with them and perhaps I will return your little 'trinket'."

"I'm simply just teaching them. Isn't it best to start young...?"

They're hers. Her own little gang that will be growing up so splendidly. Her teeth flash. "There is nothing illegal about that."

A card will go zipping by dangerously close to Yuriika's ear, its sharp edge whistling until it loses its momentum and flutters towards the ground below. Kid cocks the gun towards her again.

"Please don't dance words with me. I might decide to lose my patience," he says coldly. "What are you teaching them? Are your current volunteer teachers not good enough?"

"I have my reasons to decline."

She knows he missed her on purpose and she snarls as she begins to kindle flames in one of her hands. "They do well but some things need a personal touch."

Kid makes a discontented, frustrated sound in his throat. It's followed by a growl. Surprisingly though, he lowers his gun.

"Then I'm going to have to assume the worst, Miss Yuriika," he says coldly. For a moment, there's a gold flash between his fingers before it vanishes. "I'll be keeping this. I think the authorities will have something to say about your orphanage."

The reason he'd lowered his gun becomes apparent: he's going to try fleeing.

That makes her growl even more. "Oh, is that so?"

If he was going to tell the police then all her plans would be for nothing. All that work would just end. Fire flashes in her hand as she dives at him.

"I believe the authorities won't believe a thief."

Kid whisks out of the way, allowing himself to fall from the precipice into the open air. The edges of his cape stream around his body as he sweeps a hand across him in a horizontal slicing motion. Bubbles of water condense between himself and her, forming a pre-emptive shield against her fire magic.

"I never said I would be the one to testify," he called over the rushing wind, a predatory grin splitting his features in half.

Kaito Kuroba | Detective Conan / Magic Kaito

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