graveyardsmash | 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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She's not completely oblivious to sarcasm, though somewhat less attuned to it than she was when she had a lifetime's memory of human experiences. Red knows his dismay is joking, but a sudden concern that she might have missed something important catches her off guard.

Looking at him with wide, surprised eyes, she pushes her hand forward as though to hand him something.

After a moment of hesitation, debating whether or not he actually wants to, he decides to take her hand in his own. Perhaps he's just giving into what he really wants to do, proper behavior and self-control be damned.

"It's no big deal. Have to go to the supermarket anyway; might as well pick up something someone else caught."

His tone says it all: it's second-best to what you'd catch, but it'll have to do.

His hand around hers earns him another look of confusion. First the strange almost-offer earlier, and now this when she hadn't given it to him to take at all. He's different today.

She lets him hold her hand for a moment, then another. It's... nice. Familiar. Even though there's no reason it should be.

Unsettled, she tugs it free and folds her arms close over her chest.

Damn it. Yeah, he was right not to try it earlier. Now he's gone and made her feel all awkward.

"...Sorry," is all he can meekly offer her, before turning to face forward as the bus stop comes into view. There are already a few there, leaving very little sitting space, but he steps aside so that Red can take it.

Damn it. Now she's hurt him.

Red hesitates a moment before cautiously laying a hand on his upper arm. It's okay, she wants to tell him. I wasn't mad. Maybe warn me next time.

Thank goodness the bus is here. It's crowded as always, and once upon a time she would have objected to him giving up the seat on her account. "I'm a big girl, Boxer. We'll both stand."

But she doesn't mind being a little selfish now. Red takes the seat.

Where to? she mouths, pointing down the road.

"Thought we'd start with the movie," he answers, reaching up to reach the handle. "We can ruin our appetites with those lightly fried cream puffs that you like so much."

Wait a second...has the "new" Red even been here? Does the "new" Red have a taste for sinful little snacks?

Shit.

Once more he's greeted with a now-familiar look of confusion. What fried cream puffs? But the funny thing is, whenever he suggests something she might like he's nearly always right. It's downright uncanny.

Red shrugs, shaking her hand from side to side as if to say "sure, more or less."

He wrings his hand against the handle nervously at her response.

"What kind of movie do you want to see? Hadn't picked one out."

Mostly because he decided he wanted to do this, like, this morning.

She doesn't even know what's showing. Of course, monster movies are big these days, sometimes even starring real monsters. Red doesn't get the appeal. What else do humans make a lot of movies about...?

After a moment's thought, Red looks to him with her head tilted to the side, a sheepish smile creeping across her face as she makes a heart shape with her hands. Maybe a romance?

He boggles at her slightly. It's what he was going to pick by default, given the...real reason of this excursion.

"Really? Don't you think that's a little..." what would be the word... "Forward? The two of us..."

Flustered? A little.

Forward? Sounds almost like he wants it to be.

(Strangely enough, it's a warm thought; the kind that spreads through her chest and brings a smile to her face.)

She plays it off as a joke, with a demure giggle and a raised eyebrow, but the warmth is still there.

Pointing to him, Red shakes her head and shrugs. I mean, if you don't want to...

Damn it, she still flirts the same way. That confounded eyebrow raise of hers...

"No, it's..."

He picks at his collar a little.

"...fine. Just wanted to make sure."

She nods. If they weren't on the bus, she might have kept pushing him--so is this a date?--but for the sake of not drawing attention to their whatever-it-is in public...

Well, she'll just smile and wait out the rest of the ride without further comment if he has nothing more to say.

Facing the posters at the theater, Red pretends to consider their options: a noirish-looking mystery, a romantic comedy, or the obligatory monster mash. Tapping lightly on the image of Nosferatu, Red points to her eyes, then Boxer.

She'd swear she's seen this guy somewhere before.

He's eyeing the romcom poster with a skeptic eye. These kinds of things could be either terribly corny or heartwarming...or both. He'd really like it to be both, but he likes to act like the latter is more important.

Then Red gets his attention, and he looks at the poster she wants him to notice. It brings a smile to his face.

"Nice to see one of our own making it out there..."

But the smile is short-lived when he instantly remembers how much work she'd put in back home to make it there. Damn it, memory, why won't you leave him alone? Why can't he enjoy the small things in life without remembering when they had it big?

"So, uh...did you want to see this one...?"

It's for the best that she doesn't remember she almost made it big here too. Even now, something about the Triple T makes Red avoid it; it's uncomfortable, almost stifling, in a way that has nothing to do with its racier shows.

Just not her kind of joint, probably.

Red shakes her head. Flicks her hand in his direction, then back to herself, and taps at the base of her fin. What would be the point? They've lived it. The filmmakers never get them right anyway. She walks over to the romcom poster. It looks a bit silly--closer to the corny end of the scale--but the lightheartedness appeals.

He doesn't get exactly what she's trying to convey--something about already being monsters, right? It's close enough, anyway.

"Yeah, that's the one that caught my eye."

So he goes to open the door for her, pays for their ticket, but there's plenty of time to check out those treats before the next showing starts. There's a cute little cafe sitting area to enjoy them in, and they come out pleasantly chilled with a side of vanilla ice cream.

"Wish my mouth could still water," he jests, as they have their seat.

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Red picks one up, handling the delicate little thing gently between her claws as she inspects it. What he said earlier makes no more sense now, but they do look good. She pops it into her mouth whole.

Boxer gets a thumbs up a moment later for his excellent judgment in desserts.

"See?"

He grins over one of his own.

"I told you you'd like them."

...Did he? He's pretty sure that's not how he presented it, but still...

The Ryslig Memory Loss Meme

slams back in here

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i can do this gesture but i can't figure out how to convey it...

np, i figured it out

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has it really been two weeks goddamn i'm sorry

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