[anna amarande? imposing herself on the kindness of others? fucking never.]
I can come over to pick it up if you want. I think my legs are doing better today. Probably because we haven't really started, uh, celebrating yet for today.
Ha, okay. Good point. Forgot that was an option, too. Since people won't forget where they were going and turn back halfway through anymore. Hey, don't read any weird books, by the way.
Oh, you know. Any fucked up poetry that makes you sadder than normal. Because it could be cursed to make everyone you love forget you! And it's totally a normal thing that rules and isn't impossible to live with at all!
Stick to the rivers and lakes that you're used to, kid. That's exactly what happened. The book is gone now, though. I hope to god it won't actually do anything to anyone else, or that destroying it didn't make it worse. Like a hydra or some shit.
[she has to take a moment. the poetry still swims in her head, but only as a memory. it won't take her again. none of them will.]
I don't think it's going to be coming back to the library. But who even knows. The title isn't on the spine, so just... be careful. I still think it chose me.
Mm. Maybe. I don't know much about the metaphysical realm. Usually I just chalk it all up to magic bullshit, you know? It's definitely more than just a normal book. I mean, hell, I recognized some of the poems, you know? They were from Earth, they were by a poet I've read before. And none of them did this kind of thing back home.
Yeah, there absolutely are. I mean, all of it is kiiiinda out of my wheelhouse, or it has been for a few years now, but I guess I gotta get used to it being a part of my life again. Whether it's extraplanar realities or just stupid idiot magic curse bullshit, all I know is that my past is coming back in a big way.
Oh yeah. So like. Back where I'm from, reality is sliced up like a layer cake. The one that everyone experiences is the one on top. But sometimes, things can happen. Things that awaken you to the idea of other layers underneath what you're seeing. The real nature of what reality actually is. That's what happened to me. Why I ended up the way I am now. And I don't know if this place works on the same principle, but let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.
I've been down to the sixth layer before. Deepest I've ever been. It gets bad down there.
Hard to tell which one comes first, but... your soul starts resonating with souls of others that are somewhere in that mess of layers. You start getting memories back from them, people you've never met before, people you've never seen and wouldn't even have known existed if it weren't for this.
We needed an app, like on our phones? We needed them to organize the whole thing. And that's why I say it's hard to tell what came first. I still don't know what awakened what, I just know that one day, I got awakened.
[ because, this— this was pretty crazy, and gaining memories that aren't yours is something he personally lives, but . . . not on layers, he believes? ]
If you start getting memories from people you don't know, or haven't met, they must be from others. You're connected to these others when you wake up?
One other person. And... it would be nice, right? But the reason we can resonate with their souls is because their worlds were destroyed. They only live on through us.
I know that's not answering many questions. Probably just introducing more. Ask away.
I've never heard anything like it before. There's something that reminds me of it, from home, but it's far from the same. [ in other words: interesting. ] Can you separate what's theirs and what's yours?
While it's happening, sure. The whole idea of it is that eventually they move into your body and mind completely, and I think the endgame was that you share, but nobody ever made it to endgame. I'm the closest anyone got, and the last one left. And even though I know she's still in here with me, she's been quiet for a while.
We're the same now, her and me. Anna Amarande and YoRHa Type-A No.2. One flesh, one soul. Sort of. I have all my memories and a lot of hers, and I have most of her body, and I have a lot of her actual, physical skills. And here I am, carrying her soul with me until the day we both die, hoping that she gets a better shot at life than she got back home.
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[anna amarande? imposing herself on the kindness of others? fucking never.]
I can come over to pick it up if you want. I think my legs are doing better today.
Probably because we haven't really started, uh, celebrating yet for today.
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Maybe you should rest, and I’ll bring it over instead!
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Since people won't forget where they were going and turn back halfway through anymore.
Hey, don't read any weird books, by the way.
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What kind of weird books?
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Because it could be cursed to make everyone you love forget you!
And it's totally a normal thing that rules and isn't impossible to live with at all!
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I mostly just read romance novels, or biology books.
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That's exactly what happened. The book is gone now, though.
I hope to god it won't actually do anything to anyone else, or that destroying it didn't make it worse.
Like a hydra or some shit.
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[she has to take a moment. the poetry still swims in her head, but only as a memory. it won't take her again. none of them will.]
I don't think it's going to be coming back to the library.
But who even knows.
The title isn't on the spine, so just... be careful.
I still think it chose me.
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Don't think I follow.
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I don't know much about the metaphysical realm.
Usually I just chalk it all up to magic bullshit, you know? It's definitely more than just a normal book.
I mean, hell, I recognized some of the poems, you know? They were from Earth, they were by a poet I've read before.
And none of them did this kind of thing back home.
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Not that magic isn’t a good possibility! There’re curses and hexes, aren’t there?
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I mean, all of it is kiiiinda out of my wheelhouse, or it has been for a few years now, but I guess I gotta get used to it being a part of my life again.
Whether it's extraplanar realities or just stupid idiot magic curse bullshit, all I know is that my past is coming back in a big way.
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So like. Back where I'm from, reality is sliced up like a layer cake. The one that everyone experiences is the one on top.
But sometimes, things can happen. Things that awaken you to the idea of other layers underneath what you're seeing.
The real nature of what reality actually is.
That's what happened to me. Why I ended up the way I am now. And I don't know if this place works on the same principle, but let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.
I've been down to the sixth layer before. Deepest I've ever been.
It gets bad down there.
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You start getting memories back from them, people you've never met before, people you've never seen and wouldn't even have known existed if it weren't for this.
We needed an app, like on our phones? We needed them to organize the whole thing. And that's why I say it's hard to tell what came first.
I still don't know what awakened what, I just know that one day, I got awakened.
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[ because, this— this was pretty crazy, and gaining memories that aren't yours is something he personally lives, but . . . not on layers, he believes? ]
If you start getting memories from people you don't know, or haven't met, they must be from others. You're connected to these others when you wake up?
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And... it would be nice, right?
But the reason we can resonate with their souls is because their worlds were destroyed.
They only live on through us.
I know that's not answering many questions. Probably just introducing more. Ask away.
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The whole idea of it is that eventually they move into your body and mind completely, and I think the endgame was that you share, but nobody ever made it to endgame.
I'm the closest anyone got, and the last one left.
And even though I know she's still in here with me, she's been quiet for a while.
We're the same now, her and me. Anna Amarande and YoRHa Type-A No.2. One flesh, one soul. Sort of.
I have all my memories and a lot of hers, and I have most of her body, and I have a lot of her actual, physical skills.
And here I am, carrying her soul with me until the day we both die, hoping that she gets a better shot at life than she got back home.
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in lieu of incoming chaos, we can hand wave the rest of this to a soft sit down with rainbow cake!