Share a Photo/Memory with the Above OC

     Lance smiled. “I’ll pass on the garlic, but I appreciate the offer.” His wings folded. “I used to eat hot peppers by themselves as a child. It was a bad habit because it made my breathe stink. “

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     “Lots of people that know me are aware that me and my sister are very close.” He chuckled and pulled an old picture off a shelf. “This is a picture of us as kids learning to fly. Ruby had some trouble and I helped by tossing her off the roof” Lance chuckled. “Fortunately she got her wings to work just in time.”

(ArtisticTiger have my attempt to revive!)

Lola furrowed her brows while listening to Lance's presumably nostalgic story. The picture was... well, as cute as children could be. She was not particularly fond of them, but she imagined that having memories of one's siblings was a nice thing. The way Lance spoke of Ruby almost made her want to have an older brother as well. "You threw your sister off the roof?" she asked, at least a hint of surprise in her voice. "Did you know it would work or did you just toss her and hope for the best?" It sounded like something that could go terribly wrong really quickly. 

"Hm, I don't have many memories to share..." Lola mumbled, flipping through the pages of what looked like an old diary until she found a photo. It was clearly her, but much more alive than she currently looked. "Most things are a bit fuzzy nowadays, but I do remember this day." Maybe because it had been one of her last. The girl in the picture looked rather happy, a vast contrast to her now default expression. She was wearing rather professional looking make up look and a more formal dress, clearly intended for a fancier event. "It was a friend's graduation party, I think I spent hours there doing everyone's make up. Back then I was really into that... and I think I was decent at it? I mean, I still like that stuff but it has become a bit harder, everything takes longer and all..." she sighed, already about to tuck the picture away never to be seen again. "You won't tell anyone I showed you this, right?" 

(man my writing is crusty rn but I promise I'm trying sdwjbgfjfg)

     "Seems something straight out of a period film," Mr. TV muttered, angling the picture in every which-way until Haru explained the last part. He did a double-take. "You're talking awfully calm about something like that! Didn't you just say your village was gone? Wiped out? And your sister's in the hospital? I'm guessing this took place a little after your graduation, right?" He stood in silence then shook his head.
     "Okay, alright, let me get this straight: you just graduated, your sister goes to give you a gift and some "jerk" messes with your home and the people in it, putting her in the hospital to this day? Kid... did you really just say that's all in the past? Look, there's forgiving something then there's THAT. You're okay to be angry, you know? In fact, why don't you hunt that guy down? I'll help... record it! It'll be a great documentary! 'Local swordswoman hunting demons from the past'... Yeah, that's got a nice ring to it."

     An old western movie played on Mr. TV's head. It was black-and-white and was on a scene with lots of loud shooting. He turned it off after a minute. "That was one of my first movies," he sighed, nostalgic. "I tried to emulate those old time movies. Just doesn't work as well. I'd like to try it again sometime."
     He suddenly chuckled, "I bet you've never even heard of this movie."

He squints, watching the movie play across Mr. TV's screen. The concept isn't completely surprising to him; though the film itself catches him off guard. Being centered in Japan and only ever stopping by California and New York whenever he went to America, this is the first time he's witnessing cowboys and Westerns. To him, they're hectic and confusing, with lots of bangbangbangbang noises and strange lines that don't register in his head. "Tamako does not.. understand why you filmed these men shooting each other?" He knows movies are fake, he's been in several.. and yet, something about the black and white makes him believe it's authentic. Staged things were in color. Black and white? Those were before actors existed! At least, that's what he thinks. "You're not going to shoot Tamako.. are you?" >:C 

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He offers a picture out, then draws in closer.. leaning over a shoulder to also look at it. It's a lovely picture of Captain Rex and a large, rather questionably ugly fish hung up beside him. "This is Tamako's.. friend!" He beams. "Tamako took this of him.. with the fish!! He is nice!" 

Mandragora wasn't going to lie. She felt odd about the whole Sasha deal; for one, she hated the man with a significant part of her soul. But looking at J, Mandragora frowned; she didn't want to be rude or anything with how...strangely important this was to J. She had dealt with many weird memories with people she had met. Some of them find the simple act of baking bread with a child, she never understood. But a memory of time STUCK in an elevator? That was about as mad as the raving men in the streets of cities. 

So Mandragora did the only thing she could think of doing. She placed a hand on J's should and gave her a singular pat on the shoulder. "Good" was all she said she promptly left. She was not good at this

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Mandragora scowled, she never liked sharing. It meant vulnerability when she was meant to be stoic and alone. But she needed some weight off of herself. Digging into her satchel, she and grabbing hold of a shaft of a broken spear tip. Bringing out the small weapon, it shone in the small bit of light. The black crystal spear tip is surrounded by a helix of golden snakes. Not much larger than a small hunting knife the Aelf kept it in a firm grip and pointed away from herself.

"Turns one, to crystal...Still alive. Seen many stabbed. Killed last owner" Mandragora felt bile rise up in her throat burn, this always happened when she spoke long "Mithe tried to stab me with it. I broke the shaft, something never seen. I hated the feeling when I took it and stuffed it away. I- I- its the best memory I have of old life anymore. When I finally left"

Degare listened to Mandragora carefully. He knew it wasn't easy for her -- her life on the run, hunting for the goddess and those who all betrayed her, it was a tricky subject. He would confess, though, that he was glad. He was glad she apparently trusted him enough to come to him with something that meant so much to her. That being, the weapon. The way the black stone glimmered dull in the light, the curl of the snakes around the polearm's head.

He was quiet, accordingly, allowing her to speak as he inspected the spear presented to him. It was a fine weapon, he had to admit. Decorative, maybe, though he was sure it was plenty practical for her and her sisters... but was it of any comfort?

He looked at Mandragora softly. "Does it truly make you happy to have this with you?" he asked, slow and cautious in hopes of not offending her, "Does looking back on it... make you feel like you are back at home?"

For a moment, Degare was once again silent. He held his hands out -- if Mandragora gave it to him, he would hold it just to further examine it, but not much more than that. If not, then fine. He spoke again either way. "Do you remember much of your life in the temple, Mandragora? I recall that you might have... no, never mind. Thank you for showing this to me, miss. I'm most certain it was not easy, but... are you alright?"

A memory? ..Degare didn't like to speak much of the past -- he kept everything quiet, really -- but when he needed to, he...

"This telescope was commissioned by a dear friend of mine. He passed away some years ago." As he spoke, Degare half-circled the telescope in question. He had it set up in a field. It was well-crafted, excellently made, pointed towards the stars above them, the only light source, coupled with a little candle lantern, in the absence of a moon. "I use it still, I feel coming across one of these just isn't easy... I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful for him, that he ever trusted me with it."

"..Oh, but don't let me ramble. Here. Would you like to look through it? Threadweaver -- a constellation -- is rather clear tonight... and I could even show you how to find Daodao..."

She stood here, now looking over at Degare as they interrupted their own gushing about the apparatus, then back to the telescope before her. While, yes, this was a rather rudimentary device as far as she was concerned-- She had seen much of space herself in-person already-- She didn't deny it its significance. It clearly meant a lot to Degare, and that alone made it that much more pertinent as an object. It held meaning. 

"Hmn... I don't see why not."

Bridge would step forward a ways, stooping over a ways to take a look through the eyepiece. Before her eye, the vast starscape splayed out in a perceptually two-dimensional format. It may not have seemed like much, but it showed just how dense it looked from below. How deceptive this was. This point of view denied it much of it's true breadth and vastness. Nonetheless, she looked on, trying to see how many she could name in her head before remembering Degare had offered to show her a constellation... 

"Threadweaver, you say? Show me. And let's take a look at Daodao while we're at it. Perhaps we can take a peek at Cygnus as well. It's one of my favorites..."

She would turn to glance over at Degare, smiling gently, her eyes squinting a bit as she did. It was admirable, the way humans so valiantly try to search the stars. She only wished they could comprehehend how many there truly were to explore.

It was something she only showed to those closest to her. A sight that had haunted her memory since she'd come across it. Granted, there are a myriad of stars littering the vast emptiness of space, many that she could have chosen. But it was this one-- Oh, this one... It was the only one to wrench her heart in such a way. The only one to make such an imprint on her memory. And she was about to show it to her newfound acquientance. She felt they deserved to relish in it's beauty as well.

"Come... I would like to show you something."

Behind her, a portal would spark and swirl open into life, a deep dark void waiting behind them which was only pierced by a blinding light. A light which poured out of the portalframe like divine retribution. 

Gingerly, Bridge took their hand in her's to guide them through the portal, a dome-like forcefield forming around their head wherein a cool breeze swirled within it. Fresh air. 

As they stepped through the portal and into the expanse, another barrier formed beneath them to create a floor for them to stand on, to ground them and preven the two from floating away. Bridge stares up at the great light before them, its ten rays of light protruding out in a radial path, it's many rings of dust radiating out like halos. 

"This is something I show very few people... The Wolf-Rayet 140 star..."

Bridge turned to face their friend, an overjoyed expresion overtaing their features. They were giddy with delight to be able to show this to them.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

It was curious, when Bridge took her hand. It was even more curious when she guided her through the portal. Watching Bridge’s antennae closely for perhaps a hint of where the portal lead. The sudden breeze a subtle hum to accompany the sparks of that wonder from the interaction, even if Connie didn’t need it. The concern enough was very much appreciated. However the sight in front of them was a answer that more then satisfied that curiosity.

“Very beautiful.” She confirmed to Bridge’s question. This star was quite beautiful; even compared to many others throughout their lifetimes. Connie thought of it as yet another gorgeous sight to stare, and it’s given name fun. Wolf-Rayet 140 star, such a enjoyable name to give it. Very fitting.

She stared directly at it, every ring of dust, and each of it’s ten rays. Truly a wonder to behold, she can see why Bridge would want to show this. One could call it holy due to how the dust formed into halos.
Simple joy could not be detected anywhere but her main eye, tilting her head slightly. Ah yes, she felt much joy that Bridge would show her something to be admired. After a bit of looking at the star, she turns to face Bridge. Returning her joyful expression even if it did not look like it. Connie’s face remaining dull while her main eye closed in delight. 

“It is truly an honor to be shown such a star’s beauty.”

Her words held true sincerity. Appreciation for Bridge showing her something that seems so dear to the android. To be trusted like that should always be held in high regard.
Once again Connie looks to the star- a view that could be looked at for hours, and relaxes her ’tail’ lower to the formed barrier beneath Bridge and her.

”Thank you for showing this star.”

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A button twirled around in her hand- warped and ghostly, but holding its original shape, despite its original material almost being obscure due to unnatural warping from something other than time. Perhaps it once was made out of a shell? It looked old, perhaps a couple hundred years old? Her stare felt distance, as though she was recalling something deep in her mind as she stared at it.

“The few I’ve met give me little trinkets.” She began to explain. Letting the old button turned odd rest in her palm. “Many of them want to have their memory live forever. They believe handing something of them to me, will do as such.”
Her hand phases upwards towards the acquaintance by her side. Allowing them to either touch or hold the old button if they wish. It looks very well preserved despite it’s current state of change.

She turns to face the acquaintance, one of her ‘ears’ falling off her shoulder. She watches their reactions closely, curious of what they will do.
“They do not usually believe me when I say I will always remember them. So they insist on a trinket, which I put on a wall. I keep them out of respect of their life gone past.“ She finishes off. Tilting her head in thought, yet still examining the one by her.
“It’s a beautiful wonder.”