23rd Memory [Voice/Action!]

[memoryboxes]

[Sayo had no idea what a mask was, or what Halloween was... or what shifts are. It'd been so long since the last one, she'd literally erased it from memory. At this point, she's barely even aware of what the Malnosso are... But this 'mask' thing, it was all over the place in the item shops. And when she went home, she found one sitting on her small coffee table. She spent a few moments looking it over, curious, flipping it in her hands... It was sort of pretty. Tempting to try on, definitely.

And when she did, it was like a light-switch in her head flicked off.]

.... Where... ?

[Who... ?]

[She wandered her house in confusion, and if she'd remembered her small childhood in Luceti it would have been familiar.

But it's not. Nothing's very familiar at all. When she finally makes her way outside into the sunlight, nothing's changed. Who am I? Where am I? What's going on? Why is it happening? These are simple thoughts as she blindly walks through town, mask clasped around her features. Be careful, passer-bys. One touch from the Shadow Mask can remove memories; the amount is uncertain—could be the memory of one person, could be your life's story, could be that thing you did yesterday.... Perhaps you'll just lose memory of what certain things are.

Heaven forbid there are more than one amnesiac person around here, right?

At least it'll go away eventually. Tomorrow? A few days, at the most, until the event's over... Though, it's not like Sayo knows it.]

[Voice]

... Where am I?

[She'll be around town. And even in the dead of the night, out in the forest. And then perhaps out in the rain tomorrow, staring at it with some sort of scared awe, from under a tree. Familiar, right?]

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[dragmire]

[She will come across one unhappy looking man, staring at the Moon, vaguely visible even in the day, with a look of concern. He does not know what it means, but it certainly bodes ill. Of that he is certain.]

[memoryboxes]

[... Oh. Well. That's a person. At least Sayo knows that much. Compelled by some strange will, she tosses aside any hesitation to stand next to him, looking up to the strange moon herself.]

....

What is it?

['What is wrong' or 'What is a moon', who knows.]

[dragmire]

[He glances down at the woman, sneering slightly at her.]

Is it not obvious? The Moon has been cursed.

[memoryboxes]

[... Huh...

She keeps her eye on it, from behind her mask, eyes full of confusion. And perhaps some awe, in the face of... whatever the hell was going on with that moon there.]

Cursed by what?

[dragmire]

Our captors, no doubt. [He finds himself staring at that mask though. Curious and curiouser.]

You are also wearing a mask...

[memoryboxes]

[Hm? She reaches up, touching her face--or rather, her mask, which she hadn't much noticed. That's right, that's not a normal thing, is it? Or isn't it? He makes it sound like it's a bad thing...]

I suppose I am... I'm not really sure where it came from...

[...]

I'm not sure about a lot of things. Where am I?

[dragmire]

[Well. This is going to be tedious, isn't it.]

Luceti. Clearly you must know that by now.

[memoryboxes]

[She shakes her head, unsure.]

I don't remember. Have I... always been here?

[dragmire]

You are asking the wrong person, miss. We have never met. Regardless, you are trapped here.

[memoryboxes]

Trapped... I see. [Well, that's not good. She puts a hand to her head. This is all just so confusing...] I don't remember coming here... Do you remember how you got here?

[dragmire]

Against my will, by powers beyond my own. [He snorts, glaring back down at her.] Perhaps that mask has something to do with your confusion.

[memoryboxes]

[She puts a hand on the mask, though... for some reason, the compulsion is not to take it off. She looks over to him, resisting the urge to put a hand out and touch his arm.]

You think so? Do they have the ability to do strange things like that?

[dragmire]

Perhaps. Give me a moment, perhaps I can remove it.

[He moves his hand forward to try and take the mask.]

[memoryboxes]

[dsfjsdlfkj—

She's not sure why, but she wants to stop him. For some reason, she wants this mask; her hand reaches up and touches his as she pulls back a bit, surprised.]

Wait—

[dragmire]

[The moment she touches his hand, he backs up, suddenly startled. What just happened?]

... you. [... this woman...]

[memoryboxes]

[Ah

She draws back, alarmed, confused. Did she do something wrong?]

Are you okay? What's wrong??

[dragmire]

... I'm not sure. [Why does his head feel so strange. He looks around, suddenly bewildered.] Where are we?

[memoryboxes]

[w-well, that's not right. `_`]

It's Luceti, isn't it? That's what... That's what you told me.

[dragmire]

... did I? [Staring at her now.] Who are you?

[memoryboxes]

I don't... really know. I can't remember anything.

Anything like that.

[dragmire]

Nor can I. This is most troubling.

[memoryboxes]

[Aaaah. She puts a hand on her chest, frowning.]

Do you think it has... to do with the curse on the moon?

[After all, you're not wearing a mask. So duh.]

[dragmire]

The Moon?

[He stares at her incredulously, then turns to the sky. What he sees causes him to stumble back in surprise.]

Goddesses, is that normal?

[memoryboxes]

[OH GOD DON'T PANIC

OR I'LL START PANICKING.]

I-I don't know. I don't think so...!! Is it supposed to make a face?

[dragmire]

[Don't worry. This is the limit to how startled Ganondorf gets.]

... no. At least, I do not think it should. [Holding his head.] Argh... why can I not remember?

[memoryboxes]

I don't know! I can't remember anything, either.

[She turns in place, still just as confused.]

I just woke up in this place. Everything's been so strange.

[dragmire]

[He growls in frustration.]

That is self evident for itself. I need answers.

[memoryboxes]

Ah--I'm sorry. I wouldn't know where to start...

I'm sure if we keep asking people things, we're sure to figure something out!

[dragmire]

[He shifts, not entirely used to this. Or at least, he doesn't feel like he should be.]

... perhaps. My name, at least, would be a start.

[memoryboxes]

Right! Your name has to be around somewhere... Do you have anything on you? Notes or anything like that?

[dragmire]

... perhaps. [He does a quick check for any pockets or anything that would hold any items. Unfortunately his journal is being concealed magically and he does not remember doing so.] Nothing. What of you?

[memoryboxes]

Mm... I had a strange book with me. It was in the place I woke up in...

It sounded like people were talking on it.

[SHOULDA' CHECKED MY NAMETAG.]

[dragmire]

... perhaps you should find it again. It may yield some answers.

[memoryboxes]

Right! I'll go get it, and figure out what's going on.

... What about you? What'll you do?

[dragmire]

I will seek answers. There is little else I can do.

[memoryboxes]

... I understand. Take care of yourself, then.

[fabrecation]

[Late at night, Luke is still wandering about with the ghost mask on, still having no real desire to take it off despite how he's starting to get tired of the effects. He wanders the forest now, walking right through trees and occasionally stopping to get a good look inside them. If there's one thing this form is good for, it's seeing how things work on the inside, something that always interested Luke.

It's while he's out that he sees someone else, looking a little lost. He knows this person too, sort of; if they were in the kitchen together he'd stop, and they'd have tea. That was mostly just on occasion, though. He drifts over, not really floating, but the mask makes his clothes float and shift as if he were underwater, and he looks so pale that he might as well be white.]

You're... Sayo, right?

[memoryboxes]

[........ You're floating.

She takes a step back, alarmed.]

Y-you—your face—!!

Is that normal? Is floating normal??