[video/action]

[youngestlust]

[ Another one, that barely sleeps, makes sure to poke the device and start another video feed after such strange dream. Only that.. she has some other pointers to take before that... ]

Such a strange dream! And to think I would dream with such ugly maaaan! The only thing that was nice was the outfit of that girl. It was so cute~ ♪ Ah--?

[ Static.

The first part of the memory seems a funny memory for Asmodeus.

At least, in this way, she could prove others that magic existed now. And that she find killing people sort of amusing too. ]

Ara, ara~! To think that such cute memory would appear~ ♪

[ But then... A second one shows up.

It's a scene that she never wanted to see again. Her face doesn't show fear, but her smile is not there anymore. She knows that she's human here, otherwise she would be scared to disappear after remembering such fragile thing. ]

What's going ooon?! This is not fair at all! Why would that kind of thiiiiing!

[ Sobs, she ends the feed now. ]

[Video]

[midgetarchive]

[The Archive set up her phone to record, then sat with her hands in her lap, looking troubled]

By the other videos on this network, I can see I am not the only one that had that dream. Has anyone any knowledge on anything that might have happened bef-

[And then. Memory.]

( The Archive at nine )

[video]

[breatheinthefog]

The video is showing strange things. I'll see what happens when I do it. Then we'll know what it is.

( Kaoru intentionally invokes the event... )

*Back in Prospero, Kaoru stares at the phone.*

...That was utterly pointless.

Fünfzehn

[soulsborderline]

[Video]

Freaky dreams now? These moon event things are getting--

( The video is interrupted by an image )

H-hey! What's the big idea? I'm not attaching images to this--

( The video is interrupted by an image )

THIS IS PRIVATE INFORMATION YOU STUPID--

( The video is overridden by another video entirely )

............

Third Duel (Accidental Video)

[misplacedxsheath]

*Margulis clearly didn't intend for the phone to turn on, as he's sitting crosslegged in the middle of the room with his eyes closed when the video starts. Viewers will get just long enough to realize this before the scene cuts away, first showing the inside of a ship, then immediately cutting away to a church and finally showing a conversation between two mecha pilots.

When the scene shifts back to Margulis, his eyes are wide, but they quickly narrow in outrage, especially when he sees the blinking recording light. The feed ends before he can react.*

(Trigger warning in that last scene for suicide.)

(no subject)

[puppet_show]

[Video]

[The scenes aren’t prefaced by any form of communication. They simply start, like an unbidden play.

The first is of a gruesome murder and a game of cards.

The second is of an admittance to guilt, a voluntary hostage, and a challenge to a game of wits.

The final is of a girl, a murderer, and a discussion of faith over rapidly pooling blood.

Once the scenes have faded, Hiyono goes ahead and follows up with a broadcast of her own.]

Well, I suppose it was too easy of a solution after all. Leave it to this place to show off your past whether you want it to or not.

[A sigh. How troublesome.]

But really, what’s with those videos? Of all the times they could have picked, did they really have to go with the most gruesome ones? Why couldn’t it be the locked door mystery? Or the mystery of the girl who fell from the balcony? These ones are just going to give everybody the wrong idea, I just know it!

[Not… that those particular mysteries were really that less gruesome, but you know.]

((OOC: Obligatory warning for blood in both the first and third scenes.))

♚ video

[ex_cashcow493]

[ After Lancer's memories were on display for all to see, Saber did the only respectable thing she can do: ignore her phone. For these were things precious to those who held them and who was she to witness events that were to be kept a secret? It felt cheap, dishonest, and for the woman who held chivalry above all else, these were things she could never engage in. So silence from the King of Knights was becoming more and more common throughout the day.

That was until evening. There's a public call with her phone as a giant paw bats at the device. It seems one of the big cubs knocked it over and it doesn't take long before his brother joins in on trying to make it react. Since it is Saber's phone though, there will be a barrage of memories that flood it.

( The King's Memories )

It ends with Saber's green eyes gazing down at the phone without a hint of emotion in them. Sometime during that barrage of guilt, she woke up to the sound of her lions trying to eat the phone. Slowly, she picks it up only to disconnect it. After all, there is no need for her to explain any of her actions or to give an excuse for how she's behaved in the past. ]

[S] Watch the circle of revenge

[scorpiospider]

[Well. Vriska looks unconcerned]

I don't know about the rest of you, but that was the nicest dream I've ever-

[Oh hai memories. How about we start with Vriska getting bored and sending Tavros off a cliff.]

[Not enough? Let's go next to Aradia sending the ghosts of everyone Vriska ever killed to feed her lusus to haunt Vriska.]

[What, you want more? Even Vriska taking control of Sollux to kill Aradia isn't enough? Then I have the perfect one for you.]

[Make. Her. Pay.]

[And when the video comes back to the Prospero Vriska, she scowled at the screen]

Yeah. That happened. Want to make something of it?

⚓ 012; [video]

[hellburner]

So that sure as hell was a trip and a half. We're all having the same dreams and screwing' about with memories now?

What an interesting development. But I gotta say, what kind of stupid name is Elizabe--

[She was never destined for the life she would lead. Born a crimson bird in a gilded cage, set upon the finest pedestal from which she was to lead. A perfect porcelain doll in pristine clothes and gems, the girl was born a symbol. All of England looked to the leader that never should have been, the illegitimate daughter of an executed wife.]

[How she ascended was irrelevant. The throne was hers all the same, and it was there from which she was meant to lead as their beloved Gloriana. But while all of England was to look to her, not all of them did so willingly. That was how her legend truly began--with blood and a shriek of agony.]

[She never knew who attacked her or what their specific quarrel with her was. It was days, possibly a week or so, until she regained consciousness. The doctor had for a time feared she never would, with how easily such a severe wound could have become infected. That would have been a death sentence, but it was to be that their queen was too resilient for that.]

[When she did finally wake, it was with a surge of absolute horror--a jagged scar ran from her forehead to her chin, marring her entire face in a way nothing could ever conceal. She couldn't be damaged. The queen was a symbol, was England herself. To be seen by her subjects with so much as a scratch was utterly unthinkable. Symbols couldn't be damaged. Ideals did not bleed. A country's strength did not scream and rage and break a mirror with her bare fist as that woman did.]

[It was that same night that he came to her, under cover of darkness and concealed by her own servants. Her dragon, rushing to her side mere hours before setting out on a journey around the earth as no other had ever done.]

['I can help you,' he'd said. Tossed clothes, boots, and holstered pistols on her bed for her to change into before opening her own wardrobe without wasting time asking for permission.]

[What was eventually lost to history was that the queen and her dragon looked similar--very similar. Knowing that, knowing that England needed an immaculate leader, he was ready to sacrifice everything.]

['I do not know how to sail,' she'd prostested desperately, faltering in a very less than regal manner.]

['My men will teach you all you need to know.' he had countered calmly. They will help you, and then you will lead them as well as I would.']

[It was already decided. No, perhaps everything in that woman's life had been decided for her until that moment. This was the last thing she would have no say in--from that night on, her life would be hers. And the price to be paid was nothing more than the discarding of an identity she held no love for.]

[The throne was just as treacherous as the seas. With a visible hardening to her scarred face, the woman told him exactly that as she threw his coat over her shoulders and secured his holsters on her waist. But he accepted the exchange, as did she. What else could they do? England needed its queen and its dragon. The servants and sailors would keep their secrets--no one would ever know that after this night, the woman leading England and the captain leading her armies had exchanged lives.]

[And over time, she did learn to lead as a captain and not a queen; the gilded cage was broken to be replaced with a gilded ship. She and her men were feared and respected, and the woman was finally free to do as she pleased. No slow and agonizing life on the throne awaited her--no, she was determined to blaze like a destructive wildfire and burn herself out.]

[Wealth, power, fame...she had been given all of it as a child, and that night she cast it all away. If she was to have those things, she would scrape and claw her way to earning every bit of it and then spend it all away like a brilliant explosion.]

[It had been a good life, the scarred pirate decided, lying in the sunlit grass of a distant utopia. The scar on her face had been worn like a badge of honor as Francis Drake...as the symbol of England's military power. That was the kind of symbol she could accept being. Not the songbird on a pedestal, not Elizabeth the porcelain doll on high.]

['What awaits at the end of it all is a glorious fall.']

[A devilish grin spread across the woman's face in that bright sunlight--a place like this didn't suit her, but it would have to do for now. For someday she would be granted the ability to return, to blaze and burn out once more in the most spectacular way she could.]

[Fading back into reality would find an utterly terrifying sight--Rider, absolutely livid as the video cuts out.]