(open + some closed prompts)

[thejoyrider]

Who: Marie + others
When: Aereuer
Where: Looking-Glass House
What: mariemories
Warnings: will update these if needed



[Even for those barely acquainted with Marie her Mirror is sure to grab attention with the ornate, over the top decorations adorning the frame. If one has spoken to her at least a few times, they would be able to see shapes of lily flowers and if you are close to her, the pattern resembling her necklace will become visible. Her Bonded might notice the faint outline of a guillotine blade in the upper part of the frame]

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[thejoyrider]

arrival

[Should one wander into this memory, they would join a large crowd. The weather in the city of Paris is lovely today, it is a wonderful day of early summer. There is so much noise it might be hard to realize what is going on. People are singing, there is music and joy. A carriage has entered the square]

“Marie Antoinette! Marie Antoinette!”

[The crowd chants her name as the carriage stops and the doors are opened for the royal couple who wave and greet the people. The man is clearly important but his face does not look familiar. As for the woman next to him... Marie Antoinette is beaming at her people. It is her special day! And she looks exactly as you remember her in Aefenglom, save for any Fae body parts]

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[thejoyrider]

summon

[The room you would find yourself in, shall you see this memory is quite spacious but dimly lit, save for the intricate and opalescent circle in the middle of the floor. And in the middle of the circle... there is a person standing there. Someone with a familiar-looking hat.]

”Do you like me too? If so, that's great... Vive La France!”

[The person she was talking to nods and returns her smile - you might have only now realized there was someone else in the room. There is nothing unusual about them, no fancy hats or outfits. Just a normal human teenager]

yESSSS

[battlebound]

[ He blinks, because this is familiar.

But not because it's war, or battle, like so many things he immediately thinks of as familiar. Because...

He was pulled out of the Chaos like this. ]

What's going on?

[ Not like that, he knows what's going on, but why is he seeing it — Wait, he recognises the woman being summoned. ]

... Marie?

[ He stares at her, then red eyes dart to the young teenager who pulled her forth. They don't seem particularly special, but who can predict what person will have the ability to summon Souls, just that Steak believes their creations reflect them.

So what does that make this summoner? ]

[thejoyrider]

[Oh, this was surely a very treasured memory. She might have been away from Chaldea for months and made peace with the fact that she is not going back anywhere soon. Aefenglom was a good place and she was happy to be here. Happy to have met all these people.

But she did miss Master]

This is how we met. Master and me.

[battlebound]

[ It's so familiar, from the setting to the warmth she seems to radiate while speaking to him, and it brings a smile to his face. ]

For what purpose?

[ Food Souls, after all, were originally created to fight Fallen Angels. Steak was certainly one of those who maintained that purpose, but many others exist who are suited better to help Attendants with cooking, or many other tasks. ]

[thejoyrider]

[Marie smiles. Other Servants might have differing views but she, for one, never minds explaining this, no matter how many times she is asked]

To aid in their battle. To fight alongside them. My life as a human left a mark on human history and I became a being known as “Heroic Spirit”. And on that day, Master called for my help in their battle. I joined their side as a Rider-class Servant and did my best.

[battlebound]

That's similar to how it works on Tierra.

[ The thought stuns him, just a little, after all this time trying to explain how Tierra works to the people he meets in Aefenglom. To think, they were two people with such similar origins.

But... ]

You were reincarnated as a warrior?

[ That bit's where it diverges, wildly. Humans are humans, even the notorious ones, and they don't reincarnate as Food Souls. At least, Steak has never heard of that being possible. ]

[thejoyrider]

I suppose it can be described like this.

[Servants are not necessarily reincarnations and Marie’s fighting style differs a lot from the style of combat preferred by most combat oriented Servants, especially her fellows from the Rider class. But there was no reason to get into detail. Steak seemed to be familiar with the process... Did they have Servants on Tierra too?]

Us Heroic Spirits have lived as humans - most of us, at least - and were known as great heroes of some sort - at least that is how it usually works. I was no hero myself, but my reign as a queen was remembered. Is it how it works in your homeland as well? Or is it different?

[battlebound]

[ Huh. That's quite interesting. Humans who were remembered through history, is it? ]

Not exactly. [ It's good that someone at least understands the process of being summoned to serve another, at least. ] Humans discovered our souls and power in their meals and drinks. They crafted a method to summon us into humanoid forms to fight and serve.

[ And though he's yet to experience it, Steak knows Food Souls can fade away, their power returning to the Chaos until it's once again summoned by a new Attendant. ]

WILDCARD HA

[scatmaam]

[ It's cold.

Not Paris in wintertime cold. No the wet cold of the highlands, either. Not even the icy expanse of the artic could really encapsulate this sort of cold. It is a profound chill that doesn't so much seeps into the very bones of the living, but cuts right through them, to the core, to ripple frozen fingertips over one's very heart and mind.

It's cold and dark.

A darkness that didn't rob all light from the eyes, but what it left was difficult to process, grey and harsh. It scraped at the senses, numbed them.

It was cold and dark and silent.

But not actual, still silence. It was an achingly booming silence. The quiet sighs of a countless damned and dead. There was no serenity or rest within this silence. It was agonizingly loud.

Even without knowing specifically that it was, it was impossible to not come to the conclusion that this was the Land of Shadows. And within those shadows, only one particular color stood out... the red of the eyes of its Queen. ]

You were sent here before, before the Throne claimed you... You were very young.