1st Memory [Video]

[memoryboxes]

[It's midnight, but it'll take her a minute to note this. There's a drawn-out yawn, and the grunting of someone doing their usual morning stretch. And in the dark, an outline of a woman appears, in the usual Luceti New Feather garb. She touches her cheek, confused, unable to really see the book in the blue hue of night.]

That was a good rest! Ah—b-but... oh. Oh dear, did I fall asleep doing chores again? That hasn't happened in a long time... [A shiver, as she hugs herself.] It's gotten so dark... and cold, too...

[She huffs in frustration, but the nervousness is rolling off her shoulders in waves]

Kaji? Kaaaji, can you hear me?! ...Ooooh, I can't believe I wandered this far out! I don't even recognize it at all!

...Wait a moment; what am I wearing? These definitely aren't mine—

[And straight to the wings soon after; she pulls on them and immediately regrets it, wincing aloud.]

W-w-what are these strange things!? Th—

AH, they're flapping!!

[With that outburst, she promptly trips backward on her own two feet, landing her bottom right on top of her journal.]

Comments

[memoryboxes]

That's silly... of course a village is home to someone! They all live there, don't they?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

A curious notion, isn't it? A village which none would consider to be their home. There is a very simple answer to this riddle, as well.

[memoryboxes]

What would that answer be?

[She really doesn't want to know the answer to this, but...]

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

It is a village that exists only to house those trapped within it.

[memoryboxes]

Trapped? But—[She looks around the forest, confused.] Why would anyone be trapped here?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

Beyond the forest, all that awaits us is an insurmountable wall. [He pauses here, and then, no that will suffice.]

[memoryboxes]

But what reason? Why are we here? What would anyone want with us?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

Isn't the answer obvious? We are as playthings to beings that fancy themselves some sort of "God."

[memoryboxes]

...Playthings...

[memoryboxes]

That can't be true...

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

And yet, that is the truth.

[memoryboxes]

But how do we get away? How do we stop them?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

Those are questions which many in this village are trying to answer.

[memoryboxes]

Have... they got any hints...?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

Some, but as in any great mystery, the more questions that are answered, the more complicated things become.

[memoryboxes]

Then... you're not sure when we'll be able to do anything about this.

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

No more than anyone else in this village.

[memoryboxes]

...I understand. Thank you, though.

What's your name? I'm Sayo.

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

My name is Ciel Phatomhive. A pleasure to meet you, Sayo.

[memoryboxes]

Ciel?

...Interesting name... You're definitely not Japanese, are you?

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

No. I am from England; London, specifically.

[memoryboxes]

Oh, I've never heard of it—is there a Japan in your world? Because... perhaps I've simply forgotten about London...

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

[...] Are you in the habit of forgetting many things?

[memoryboxes]

That's right! How did you know that?

Actually, I have a condition in which I have a creature in my mind that eats up my memories—so I tend to lose a lot of them, at random moments.

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

[Say what. That's...

That's fascinating, honestly, but he can't let that show on his face!]

...I see. And yes, Japan does exist in my world, in the far reaches of the Orient.