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N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

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V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

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[pain_train]

[Very happy kitten.

Wrath grins at seeing this.]

Aw, glad Jellybean made friends with you. She misses Maine being around.

[stefanged]

[When she does, the room again fades into another place, this time the front door of the Salvatore home. As Damon waits for the door to open, an unimpressed Stefan answers.

Damon tries to enter the door, but an invisible barrier blocks him. He groans. "Barely seen you in fifty years, Stefan. You could invite a brother in."

Stefan leans against the doorframe. "Give me one good reason why."

"Check your answering machine, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"Oh, I heard your message. I also heard you sent Lexi some flowers, SEVENTEEN years after you left her to burn to death on a rooftop."

"Well--"

"It's a little late, but I see you're trying to make amends. I just want to know why."

Damon sighs, pretty loudly, leaning against the doorway too. "Uh, well, I can tell you this, Stefan-- I'm tired of tearing up New York City. And, maybe it's the partying, or maybe it's my conscious--"

With possibly the most judgmental face Alex (or anyone) has ever seen, worse than what he's ever given people on the Fleet, Stefan mutters, "Well, I believe that would require one."

"--and then, I had this moment of clarity, and I said, 'Wouldn't it be great if I just woke up in my own bed and could have a fresh start?'"

At that moment, the current owner of the Salvatore Manor - Stefan's and Damon's descendant on their father's side - approaches behind Stefan and says, "You must be Damon."

As Damon gives the guy a salute, Stefan does the introductions. "This is Zach Salvatore. He owns the house now, he knows the family history, and I told him if you got out of line, I'd take care of you myself."

"Why are you always expecting the worst out of me, Stefan?"

"Oh, I don't. Otherwise, I wouldn't allow this."

As Zach invites Damon inside, Damon looks a bit surprised as he steps inside - yet he still remembers his manners. "Huh. Thanks."

Stefan holds him back, just before Damon can go in further, "Ready to start over?"

Damon has to laugh, though a faint smile's on his face too. "Hell yeah."

As the memory fades, so too does the picture, even if it was only taken in 1994.
> Is this memory worth keeping?]

[stefanged]

Allen!

[Stefan grins, setting his current box aside as he turns to look at him. His last attempt - that dumb demigod book - is dangerously wobbling on the edge of "existing or not existing," but he's ignoring it for now. Whatever bad mood he was in earlier, it's gone.]

Unfortunately, yeah. Sorry about the mess - I thought it would've been all clear by now.

[complicatedliar]

"If that is what you truly wish," Loki said. "I have never been one to resist my curiosity without good reason." Like wanting to get laid ever again, for example.

He rose to his feet. Of course what he found most curious on first glance was the broken mirror. It was something that resonated with him.

[touchofrogue]

"I'm really mostly just a tour guide, here." She paused a moment and considered. "A tour guide and a guardian. An' maybe a bit of a representation, I guess."

A quiet, crackling laugh. "You're already inside of me, so go right ahead."

He'd already seen more than enough that he could put together what he wanted, and she didn't currently see a reason to hide from him. That was not her current function. So she was not hiding, was not hiding =her purpose or even her perception. There wasn't room for anything false in the flame.

As to what he would see in the mirror, besides the cracks and facets and shattered reflection of the candles and his face, well... that depended on where he would touch. Would he reach for a shard? Or a crack?

fair enough!

[touchofrogue]

[The room around him fades and the air looses its chill, taking on the heavy warmth and humidity of the American South in late spring. You are sitting on a porch at twilight, the stretch of grass in your backyard reaching the length that lets you know that you're going to need to mow it soon. Soon, but not yet. On your lap is a black guitar.

You hold it a little awkwardly - it is still a little big for you, but you know you'll grow, know you'll get more comfortable with it the more you practice. You are plucking out cord progression, working your fingers in awkward configurations on its neck.

It hurts, but you think you hear something almost like music, and that spurs you to keep going. You stop after a little while, feeling something slick on the fingers of your right hand. Pulling it back, you gasp. You are bleeding. The wire of the strings has not cut you, but your skin was so soft that the simple pressure of the repeated motion on the narrow, hard strings has pulled blood out through your skin.

You smile at the blood, at the pain. Good. You do not want your hands to be soft. You wipe the blood off with a tissue and do a scale again, your black gloves resting to the side in your peripheral vision.]

[touchofrogue]

[There is no answer but the crackling flame of the candles, the fire, the whistle of the wind outside.

'Incomplete.'

An interesting enough assessment, really.]

[delincuente]

[Alex looks up from her hands, tilting her head a little at Stefan.]

Why are you letting me decide? These are your memories.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki does not often resort to common vulgarities, even in the privacy of his own mind, but really, what the fuck.

Stare.

And then that question. Hah. Answers are always revealing, and honesty is not requiring.]

To no longer be dead would be lovely.

[stefanged]

[ > Then we'll keep it.

The Qur'an may not leave Max's hands, but a few boxes vanish, the items in them mysteriously unpacking themselves to give Stefan's room further color. Islamic books - translations of the Qur'an, hadith collections, and even essays on the religion - have made their way onto the shelves, and there's now a few folded prayer rugs on top of his trunk.

The room feels warmer too, like someone turned up the thermostat to a pleasant temperature. More importantly, on the wall behind Stefan? There's a brand new calligraphy painting, of the 99 Names of Allah. It hangs pretty prominently, although it doesn't take up as much room as expected.

Although Stefan's brow is furrowed, he looks more at peace than before.]

In theory. I saw it happen to a lot of people back home, and you know... when you're juggling two sets of memories, you start to get a little confused. Like you don't know what actually matters in the end.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley watches those images, an eyebrow arched. Interesting.

He flashes Tek a sharp-toothed smile. ]

It's not too shabby. Lot of mirrors, I note.

[stefanged]

[Inside the first box she opens, she'll find a plethora of things to unpack. Among them are a Mystic Falls High yearbook, a football jersey, a gorgeous spherical, silver necklace that shines in the light, an Italian cookbook, a leather jacket that smells faintly of bourbon, and a snowglobe.

There's more, of course (books nestled in clothes), but those items speak more strongly, as if they're closely connected to Stefan.]

[stefanged]

I'm not so sure about that.

[He shrugs, fiddling more with his uniform. It's a lot stiffer than he remembered...]

The guy's got my name and my face, but he's Stefan Salvatore, right? How could he be me?

[delincuente]

[She doesn't know the answer, but she knows her answer.]

I don't think you should forget him until you know, then.

[Yes, she thinks. It's worth keeping.

[alwayscomeback]

[Oh. Oh that's a GOOD memory. Sokka's smile softens. ]

Looks like he's a pretty important best friend. It's always good to have onea those.

[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel is distracted. He sits on the floor in front of the record player, listening with rapt attention.

And quite like the child he is, he claps happily when it's done with the song. ]

... Will you play another...? [ Tentatively poking the button again. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris tenses a little, eyes narrowing a touch, his guard sliding up and locking like a shuttered door. ]

...Yes. It is. But not speaking of it will not make those things cease to be. I will not lessen what was done by me by not speaking of it.

[resnipstance]

[The silver necklace catches her eye first-- mostly because it's the most incongruent of all the items. The other things seem fairly standard for a human male. The necklace... not so much. She picks it up.]

... What's this?

[thezerothlaw]

[Well, it does something. Daneel stirs, blinking, oddly disoriented.]

Yes. That is. Helpful. But don't disconnect. Me yet.

[thezerothlaw]

[He opens his mouth, then gives a sigh that sounds oddly exhausted, a very human sort of sigh.]

Yes. I am operating on my own power now. Please, help me disconnect.

[summerschild]

[Bran blinks in confusion for several moments. He understands how these dreams work by now, and the memories that are so much like his own green visions, but he doesn't fully understand much of what he saw. Shawn's friends were making plans to do something, and Shawn made fun of them because...]

What is a "thang"?

[stefanged]

Probably.

[ > Then we'll keep it.

There're still two more items left - the birth certificate and the flannel shirt. Or, if she's done with 1994...

She can hop to "Salvatore, 1912," or "Salvatore, 2009".]

[tobeajedi]

[Vima nods enthusiastically.]

Yes! All the Masters say I'll be a great Jedi one day. [Her smile widens.] Like mama and Cay and Ulic Qel-Droma.

[tobeajedi]

[Vima nods. It's kind of true, but as far as she knows, pyramids are a Sith thing.]

Master Odan-Urr usually keeps it hidden away. I don't know why it's out here.

[delincuente]

[She picks the flannel shirt, hoping for something happy this time. She's thrilled to get to be in Stefan's dream, but so far a lot of it is just confusing and depressing.]