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❧ optional scenario.A thunderstorm seems to have taken over Asgard's sky, dark clouds hanging eerily low and crackling with energy. The entire city is cast into a gloomy grey, the actual colors of the plants and buildings just a little more dull than normal. The air feels thick and heavy, even indoors, and the weather seems to be having varying effects on everyone.
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sudden clap of thunder might bring back a sharp memory of the last time you were truly afraid of something.
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bright flash of lightning might make your heart race with excitement and a sudden drive to do something you ordinarily wouldn't.
The
heavy downpour of rain might make you inexplicably sad about something, whether real or imagined.
These effects might only last a second, or perhaps they stay with you all day. Maybe you just have to get out of the rain and dry off, that's all - perhaps it's just normal weather.
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assguardians2019-06-15 12:42 pm
Noé Archiviste | The Case Study of Vanitas | Heimdall
Ah--
[In that moment, he'd felt so on edge, that it takes a long moment to understand that the terror, the fear he'd faced-- was gone. Without blinking, everything had changed, as if the strange castle he'd awoken in never existed at all. More than that, the snow, the mountain... everything... had changed. The process of awakening properly hadn't helped any. What he'd seen there-- was any of it real? The words he's fed hardly help, ]
...eh?
[Looking around it. Didn't make any more sense.]
Eh???
[...well at least he's trying to process all this. It's just an awful lot at once probably.]
[Tourist Mentality]
[If you'd seen him in his daze earlier, then it's probably quite a surprise to see him when he starts really looking at the city of Asgard. There's a starry eyed wonder that radiates off of him as he basks in the glow of the holy city. Everything from Gladsheim Palace to the river; he darts around with a childish sort of energy, pressing his face to windows and generally gawking at the unfamiliar.]
Even compared to Paris there's really something incredible about this place!!
[...careful though, if you take your eyes off of him, he may yet wander off on you.]
[Still Wandering]
[More than just his typical sight-seeing route, you might also, in particular, catch him visiting Hlíf Drengr. After all, it is the temple of Heimdall.]
What a peaceful looking place...
[A Little Fall of Rain]
[The storm reminded Noé of warm times, not that they weren't painful in their own right. But with the pitter pattering of rain, any of the sweetness that could have been found in those memories turned completely bitter; going down a path of loss and bloodshed. With it comes the familiar feeling of helplessness that he remembers so well from those moments.
Without his hat, he should be taking cover and yet... the vampire finds himself frozen in place, lost in a memory. And in the process he's just letting himself get completely soaked, as if he doesn't even notice the rain anymore.]
[Wildcard]
[Because there should always be the option to go wild.]
A Little Fall of Rain
Jeanne then made to hurry her steps until she was a scant few feet away from him. ]
Sir Noé? It's... unwise to be out here while it's raining like this.
[ Her voice is lined with concern as she looks up at him, not wanting to just leave him here. ]
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But he does hear her, and that causes him to turn his head.]
...Jeanne?
[It really is her, isn't it?]
Ah... it's good to see you safe.
[It's hard to push a proper smile on his face, with the sorrow still weighing heavily on his heart. And yet-- it's genuine, what he manages.]
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You as well. I admit I was worried about what had happened to you.
[ A light smile briefly curls her lips before she steps forwards, gaze casting around the two of them before shifting back to him. ]
I'd like to speak with you more but... I would prefer it to be inside so you do not get sick standing out here so long.
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Oh.
[The rain. When did...? Well, either way, she's probably right.]
...it's gotten pretty bad. We should go inside. I'd like the opportunity to speak with you a bit more as well.
[Well. At least he listened, even if how well was... questionable at parts.]
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Come this way. There's a place not far from here we can go until the rain lets up a little.
[ Honestly she wants to ask what's on his mind, but Jeanne's never been the prying type. ]
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But there's another thought-- if she's here then it may just be possible for him to be reunited with Vanitas as well. So for now it seemed smart to stay close to her and see what information they might be able to share in this situation.]
Where are we headed?
[He can't say he knows the area too well yet. Although he's seen most of it in energetic spurts; it was still easy at this point for him to lose his direction while walking around..]
CATAPULTS MYSELF INTO THE SKY W HAPPINESS HEEEELLLO
This has nothing to do with Asgard as such. The place, so far, has not managed to leave an impression on him and remains, instead, as a mere obstacle. An annoyance that doesn't pull at his memories.
No, the deja-vu starts when Vanitas catches the first glance of a familiar sillhouette. There's something about its height that nags at him. Something about the posture, too. Something that, ultimately, leads him to close his book.
Vanitas is quiet when he circles closer, moving across rooftops that are so much nearer to the ground than what he's used to. The sky is the same shade of blue though, and that silhouette, its whiteness is stark and speaks a little bit of home.
Vanitas finds the hair on the back of his neck standing up. His pulse is racing and, yes, there is no way he can trick himself into thinking that this is not Noé, flitting from one side of the square to the next like an overgrown hummingbird.
It's like the first night all over again. Except, this time, Vanitas grabs hold of Noé's wrist before he can wander off. ]
What are you, a child!?
[ He's said those words before, too ]
YELLS!!!! HELLOOOO I'm so glad
Vani...tas...?
[ He had hoped that in some way that they could be reunited. But that thinking had always assumed that it would require some form of time and effort; that surely it was something he could accomplish even if it were difficult. Yet
Tear drops well in his eyes, not making him seem any less childish for making such a big deal out of what really shouldn't be. At least not here anyway. But as though a fraction of a memory reaches his eyes he feels it like he would have in that moment; back in that castle. ]
I... am... not...
[ The blubbering sound coming out wouldn't have convinced anyone probably, much less Vanitas and yet-- he says it. ]
:> this is the best gift ever
He should have, he thinks, should have remembered the castle and, within the castle, Noé's miserable face. The memory itself and the feeling of rubble under his feet even, all of this is still vividly impressed upon Vanitas' mind.
The fact that this memory brings with it a vague thread of concern is probably why he's trying to ignore it. Introspection, Vanitas finds, is usually best left for another day. ]
Yes, good. It appears that my patient shows no signs of amnesia. How lucky I am, that you recall my name.
[ Noé looks silly and healthy and Vanita, he choses this a a reason to stomp on his foot. ]
There. Now I have given you something to cry about.
I am so ready
[ The end of the statement is caught up in the sudden pain in his foot. ]
--as if I could forget someone like you even if I tried.
[ Noé could mumble and grumble and make all manner of faces he'd like, but the ultimate reality is that he's happy. Happy that Vanitas is safe. Happy that they've been reunited. The rest, even including the pain swelling in his foot, are secondary and his response is a truly weak retort. ]
I'm not your patient either. As you can see, I'm fine.
[ "Fine", yet strangely fragile. But fine nonetheless. ]
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Personally, I think you've suffered far too many blows to the head to be fine. [ He isn't one for pleasantries, or greetings. The fact that he's glad that Noé is here, it annoys him a bit. It's an emotion he can't quite reason with, and one that makes his motions jerky when he moves to straighten his gloves. ]
Your fight with the chasseur, how did it play out?
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[If it's a fight with a chasseur then he must be referring to Astolfo. Seeing as Vanitas is asking him that with such a serious face then there's no doubt it happened. But the last he remembered was the two of them together again, yet if he had to ask then they'd separated again. But... hmm.
No, thinking it through doesn't help in the slightest. So after a long pause, the only thing he gets is--]
...I can't remember.
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No such luck right now it seems. ]
You shouldn't challenge a doctor's diagnosis, you understand. I just confirmed that you don't suffer from memory loss...
[ Vanitas trails off. He realises that he's not doubting Noé, that he finds himself in the novel situation of simply believing someone. Could be that this is based on experience, the knowledge that Noé is neither stupid nor a liar. Could be that Noé's face is as annoyingly open as always.
In any case, something is off. ] What is the last thing you recall?
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[ He singles in on those last memories and is met with a very visual recollection of the "birth" of the so-called Beast of Gevaudan. The image of looking down the barrel of a gun before he knows it's going to shoot. The burning feeling of being pierced. Calling for help but those pleas falling on deaf ears. All these things he was asked to remember. Things he couldn't bear to ever forget. And that single ray of light, the center of which lie a familiar silhouette but he never...
He'd never reached them.
Not that he can remember. ]
...my last memories aren't my own. They're Jean-Jaques'. After that I... I don't remember. Did I pass out? Even so I remember thinking if I made it just a bit further, I'd be safe...
[ The pain he registered back then from that memory was capable of doing something like making him lose consciousness. That doesn't account for what Vanitas seems to think he should know though. ]
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You're about to tell me that the man isn't the Beast. [ Vanitas pauses, thoughts going a mile-a-minute. ] That's confirming it. They did feed you some sketchy potion, after all.
[ Not that the potion is the problem here. It doesn't add up, the two of them being part of the same story but also caught on different pages. There's the urge to push Noé for answers he won't have and yet the urge is tempered, somewhat, because Noé's face, it's the same drained expression he saw when they first met up again.
An expression Vanitas does not care for ] What did you see after you woke up?
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Sketchy potion...?
[It's a strange claim, but ultimately one that reminds him of something else he'd forgotten.]
Oh...
[ As if he remembered something seemingly important, his expression goes blank. ]
...the poison. I'd completely forgotten.
[ "Important", yet something he treats the same as if he'd forgotten to put something back where it belonged, or forgot to tie his shoes.
But he feels better now, so... it's probably fine? It's probably fine. He doesn't seem worried about it in the slightest. And at the very least he's moving well enough. ]
It seems like the effect has passed.
[ But... after he woke up? That would have to be-- ]
When I woke up, I was in a white room. I started looking around because I was curious and-- that's how I got here.
[ Simple enough. ]