thesphererp | 002 - Memory Share

The scene that began to play was an innocent one.

A family sat around a small table in a small one room apartment. They aren't rich by any standards but they were happy. Two children sat at the table, twins, laughing and eating as they told their mother and father the story of their adventures that day. The boys arms were up in the air as if to indicate that it was 'this big!' while the young girl giggled at the exaggeration.

The point of view flickers between the girl and the boy as if unable to make up its mind on who to watch. Static echoes gently as a soft whistling sound begins to rise above the laughter.

That's when the first shell hits.

A loud bang reverberates through the building as the floor beneath their table quickly cracks. Screams could be heard as the table tilts, the floor quickly falling, disappearing in a cloud of rumble. The scene is now from the little girl's point of view. She's reaching out towards her mother and screaming, nearly falling into the large whole in the floor in the process. There is a hard tug on her waist as her brother picks her up but she doesn’t notice. She just watches as her parents disappear into the hole.

The view point switches again, now looking out from the boys eyes as he rolls him and his sister beneath the bed. The entire building is coming apart and you can feel it beneath your palms and knees, hear your sister's cries, "MAMA! PAPA!" You hold her tight and hold back the tears stinging your eyes. For a half second the echoes of the falling building seem to settle. You wonder if it's over. If your parents are somehow alive.

That's when the second shell hits.

It slides through their home and stops three feet from their faces. The crying has stopped but voices rise in the distance as people begin to search for those who haven’t died. The bed is covered in debris. There is no way out and the air is choked with dust.

You both lay there. Ten years old. Reading the one name that haunts your nightmares for years to come, 'STARK' painted in large letters on the side of the shell. You both call out and there is a rise of voices speaking in another language trying to find you. The rumble shifts and the little girl curls beneath her brother's arm as the shell remains in view. Another shift of rumble and another. Each one sending trickles of dust and cinder down on top of you.

You know that it will take time to clear away the rumble and at any moment the shell can go off.

The views switch again and you hear your brother's voice speak gently in your ear. The words are in another language but the meaning is clear. "I'm here."

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[It takes her a moment to recognize him from the memories she'd seen play within her head but there is no mistaking him from anyone else.

Her lips part gently as she leans back from the bar and lifts her hand in a silent hello.] Wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew. [Both her brother and Tommy can't really get drunk so this is a past time that she enjoys on her own.

The glass in front of her is empty but it's obvious that there had likely been some kind of whiskey in it before.] Join me. I could use the company.

[jason returns the handwave of greeting with one of his own and shifts course toward her, sliding into the empty seat next to her. he offers her a small, sedate smile.]

Guess I'm full of surprises.

[seeing wanda here is also a surprise, and not an unwelcome one. jason hasn't had the chance to get to know her yet but would like to - maybe this is an opportunity for just that.]

Let me get your next drink?

[Her lips twitch into a smile but the warm expression doesn't reach her misty green eyes.] So, I am learning. [She isn't an avid drinker but sometimes it's nice to get away and relax. It's hard to relax with either Pietro and Tommy, both of whom are speedsters and incapable of getting drunk or relaxing themselves. It isn't the only reason why she's here alone but it is one of the more prominent reasons.]

Thank you.

[She glances up at the bartender and lightly taps her empty glass. The man behind the counter nods and fills the tumbler with a light auburn splash of whiskey.]

What would you like?

[jason isn't exactly a relaxed person per se, but he certainly doesn't have a speedster's hyper-intensity. and he can get drunk, though he's learned when to stop before he gets too wasted to function. you never know when something's going to come at you out of the dark, and intoxication slows reaction time, after all.]

I'll have the same. Can't go wrong with a classic, right?

My thoughts exactly.

[Wanda takes a small sip of her whiskey before looking back over at Jason. She takes a moment to let her gaze wander over his features and form. It's different than speaking to him through the network links but he's somehow exactly what she'd expected.] What brings you here today?

[She wonders if he's a usual at this bar or if today is somehow different than any other day.]

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