deercountry | return those voices echoing in the sea (closed)

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return those voices echoing in the sea (closed)

Who: Ange and assorted CR.
What: A catchall for event threads.
When: During December
Where: Mostly in memoryscape, some other stuff all across Trench.

Content Warnings: Child abuse, bullying, suicidal ideation, violence, gore, blood, character death

( it's a catchall for closed event threads! if i didn't promise you a starter on this already, but you'd still like to play something out with ange during the event - especially when it comes to the winter mourning - please let me know by either pming this account or contacting me on plurk at

queeningsquare! )

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[ Ever since reading up about the Winter Mournings, she can't help but want to try it out herself. Partially just to experiment with it, but it sure doesn't hurt that it also says that it's supposed to stabilize people and give them restful sleep - which is something she truly can use, given how stressed she feels this month.

But it also means that it's a gamble, every time she touches one of them. She doesn't know what specific memory she might end up in. Whether it's her own, or someone else's. And who else might be there, since it doesn't seem to her so far like proximity is influencing anything about whose memory you end up in. Or not consistently, anyway.

So when Ange finds herself in a room that's very familiar to her, that's not the surprising part. It's a memory she knows well. It's a round room, not too large - looking a little like a western parlor. In the middle of the room is a low table, and against the walls of the room, all around, are chairs. Multiple of which are currently occupied. In one of them is a woman in an ornate dress, her blonde hair done up, a rose sticking out of her hair. In the chair on the opposite side of the room is a young man. Standing next to the young man is Ange herself - or rather, a second Ange. One that isn't just viewing this memory like a ghostly presence, but one that seems very much active, her mouth moving, though there's no sound coming out, as if the memory is still slowly loading.

One thing is very clear though, looking at the latter two. Ange and the young man look very similar. Their hair is the exact same shade of bright red, their eyes the same blue, even their facial features have some stuff in common.

Ange - the actual one - isn't staring at her other self and the man though. Instead she glances over to her side, finding the one person who doesn't belong in this memory. The one she must have dragged into it accidentally. ]

Mako. [ There's something faintly guilty in her tone. ] .. Sorry. I didn't think you'd be here.

[ The moment this memory unfolds itself in front of Ange's eyes, she realises that she hasn't seen it yet. She's seen some of her memories repeat, but not this one - it's the first time she's seen it since.. well, since she experienced it herself.

Unfortunately, it seems that Ange is experiencing this one herself all over again. Instead of viewing it as some neutral third party, it seems that she's viewing this one through her own eyes. Through the eyes of the Ange from that moment.

Because she can tell that she is here. There's no other Ange. Standing here in the middle of this overgrown grassy field that seems to spread out almost as far as one can see, only fading in the distance where sharp cliffs lead up to the sea - it's just her.

.. well, maybe not just her. She can see one other person here with her, even though he's looking a little see-through, almost ghostly. Maybe it's since they're not both neutral observers this time? Only he is? ]

Fern.. That's you, isn't it?

[ Ange definitely looks a year or two younger in this memory, but there's obvious recognition in her eyes as she looks at him. ]

[ Of course Ange has noticed that Ruby has been having a hard time.

It's difficult to not notice that sort of thing when you're living together, not to mention when you're girlfriends who share a bed. They're around each other too much for Ange to not notice the sort of daze Ruby seems to have worked herself into, and thankfully she did hear what the cause behind it was.

.. Though that leaves her with the problem that it's not fixable. She can't undo what Ruby did, the reason that's left her feeling like this. It would be so much easier if she could just do that, but with that option off the table.. Well, perhaps all she can do is alleviate the feeling.

And if what Ange read about the Winter Mournings is true, then this should be a solution. At least it ought to help Ruby sleep a little bit better tonight.

And if that book lied to her, Ange swears to god, she's going to go back to the library and burn it with her own two--

Okay. No. She has to think more positive thoughts.

So when Ruby enters their bedroom today, she will find Ange there seeming to finish up some sort of decorative antler piece on the wall. Totally normal. What do you mean, Ange is clearly always performing home improvement in their room! She totally isn't up to something! ]

Ruby! [ Ange's attention immediately zones in on the other girl the moment Ruby enters. She's already stepping over to her, putting a hand on Ruby's upper arm. ] .. How are you feeling right now?

[ Look, she will get to telling Ruby that she's got something that might help in a moment, but this feels more important to ask first. ]

[ This memory...

.. well, Ange isn't too sure where it is going. Or rather, she isn't too sure which specific memory she has found herself in. After all, right now she's just standing in an elevator - and it's not like Ange has only done that once in her life. Even as she can see that other version of herself standing right there in the elevator with her, seeming to ignore the actual Ange, it doesn't tell her much. She looks a little younger than Ange does now, perhaps by a year or two, but that's exactly the period of her life during which she used a lot of elevators.

So rather than trying to figure out in which memory she's found herself this time after touching the antlers, Ange instead figures who she's here with.

.. something that isn't so hard to figure out. After all, Scorpia - in both personality and appearance - is never subtle.

And even less so when they're standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a small elevator. ]

Ah. [ She pauses.

Awkwardly. ]

You're here too.

[ It's said so casually. As if they're randomly meeting up at some random place in Trench, rather than finding themselves here together in Ange's memory.. ]

[ Perhaps the Winter Mournings can somehow sense what a person is thinking of, even if it's not actively.

It's something Ange will be pondering later for sure. Because somewhere deep within her was the thought that she still had to have the aunt talk with Wu. She honestly intended on doing it much earlier, but recent events - read: spending most of November in bed - sure made it a lot harder to actually do it. And at this point it almost feels awkward to bring it up again. Like it's a little too late. How does anyone even go up to someone else and ask, 'oh, hey, remember that talk about the abuse we suffered from our aunts we were going to have?' and make it sound normal?

Maybe it sensed that in her heart. Because in the middle of experimenting with the Winter Mournings, Ange finds herself drawn into a memory related to it.

The memory of an incredibly large room, fancily decorated with expensive drapes and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The ballroom-esque space is filled up with tables, people seated all around them, wearing dresses and suits that very much seem to match the atmosphere of the room itself. It's as if everything in the room radiates wealth.

Which makes Ange stand out in her current outfit - but no one seems to pay attention to her, as if they can't even see her.

But she's not the only one getting ignored by all the waiters hastily walking right past. Standing right next to her is the exact person she was supposed to share the context of this memory with.

(And perhaps one of the few people who might recognize the exact kind of atmosphere of this sort of fancy party.) ]

Wu..! Sheesh, I wasn't even thinking of you.. [ Not consciously, anyway.

But something out there must have Known. ]

[ There's one place Ange dreads seeing, even though she's more and more sure it will pop up sometime soon now as she seems to cycle through memories.

And that, of course, is what she's currently finding herself staring at. The very walls of St. Lucia's academy. The one place she truly wished she had left behind forever.

Even though she knows that it's nothing more than a memory, that it can't hurt her, Ange still feels it giving her the creeps all the same. And the worst part is that she knows she's not alone. She hasn't been alone during any of these memories - why would she be now?

And indeed, the moment she turns her head she can notice a familiar guy right next to her. Atsushi would be pretty noticable in any crowd, but even moreso here in the sea of girls all dressed in the same school uniform.

.. god, why Atsushi of all people? Why does he have to see this? At least Ange is wearing her usual clothes, so she knows that she at least gets to be a third party observer for this memory rather than the one experiencing it all over again, but she definitely does not want him to see this.

It might be why Ange is saying nothing. As if Atsushi might magically ignore her, as long as she doesn't speak up. Despite the fact that the other must be confused to suddenly find him in this memory.

Especially one that isn't his own. ]

[ It's not the first time Ange is seeing this memory, she realises.

After all, she instantly knows which one this is, the moment she finds herself once more in that round room. The table standing in the middle of the parlor-like room again, the seats all around it.

Ange looks out over the people present in it. First the ones that don't seem to notice her. Like the woman in an ornate dress, her blonde hair done up and held up there with a big rose. Like the two seemingly younger girls standing there - who look like they can't be much older than maybe twelve years old, yet the look in their eyes doesn't suit their physical age. One is dressed entirely in pink, with candy-like decorations lining her dress, and the other has long blue hair and seems to have.. a cat tail?

Something about both the girls and the woman doesn't feel right. They seem very supernatural. (Ange knows why, of course. Knows that they're witches.)

The only two people who seem normal are on the other side of the room. There's Ange standing there - or rather, a version of her looking just slightly younger than the actual Ange standing here witnessing the memory - and on the seat she's standing next to is a young man, with hair and eyes the exact same shade as her.

.. there's one more person though, isn't there? Ange knows these memories by now. She is not witnessing it alone.

Perhaps that's why it's so unsurprising to find Willow next to her. ]

So you got drawn into my memory this time, huh..?

[ This time the room in the memory is dim. Not dim enough to not be able to make out anything, but it's definitely the sort of room that seems like it hasn't seen sunlight in a long time.

What the room is, though, is very obvious. It's a hospital room. A private one, judging by the fact that there's only one bed, despite the room being big enough to hold more than that. A VIP room.

There's an old woman lying in the bed, looking more like a corpse than an actual person - and standing next to her is Ange. Or rather, a slightly different looking Ange than usually. Something about her looks just a few years younger than the Ange that's present in Trench.. and who is also present in this room. She's standing near the window, leaning against the windowsill as she watches the old woman and her younger self.

.. and the other person in the room.

Because when she spots the man there, her gaze definitely meets Qrow's for a moment, before looking away awkwardly. Almost guiltily.

When she speaks up, no one else in the room seems to notice. ]

Sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this.

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mako;

fern; this one will be going from not-interactable to interactable as the memory progresses!

ruby;

scorpia;

wu;