THE WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE MEME (wow this sure is a shitty title)

[heirial]

So no one's quite sure what happened. Maybe there was a magical accident and someone managed to make a pensieve explode, ripping a hole in reality somehow in the process, who knows. Who cares. Regardless of how or why it happened, you suddenly have memories of things that, before today, you could've sworn never happened! And they feel incredibly real.

How it works:
1. Post a comment giving your character memories from another universe! This could be canon, another game, an AU, a crossover AU, whatever, and they can be as many or as few memories as you want and as faint or as vivid as you want. Whatever the case, they feel like something that actually happened to them. Or you can just have your character be someone who isn't affected and have them react to other people, who knows.
2. Thread with other people! Threads can be as angsty or ridiculous as you want, and you don't have to be consistent from thread to thread with what your character remembers (if you want to do one thread with canon memories and another where your character has memories of being a firebender or a dinosaur, go ahead!), and hell, you can even post multiple threads if you want.
3. Have fun. This rule is mandatory. :B

Comments

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk has stopped in the middle of the hallway on his way to class, and is now staring at his hands as though they're covered in blood. ]

[puppetpocalypse]

[He's alive.

At least, that's the first thought that comes to mind as he lays on the grass.

Of course this being because he fell some feet up in the air while on his broom. He turned his head. The handle of his broom had just stuck into the ground, the broom sticking at an odd angle. What he should have registered was that his broom wasn't damaged. What he did seem to have registered was that his broom was a sword. And his body was underneath it. Dead. He shut his eyes and looked back up at the sky.

He fell. He can't recall how far up he was, but he was alive. He thinks so at least. But what was that? The sudden feeling like he had just died. A shot of pain that didn't actually happen. Now? He was lying on his back, which by the way, hurts like a bitch now. It happened fairly quickly and he can't remember what happened. The only thing going through his mind was a fight he never fought.

He pressed his palm against his chest. No hole. He looks at his hand, expecting blood. It's clean. He makes a pained grunt. What the fuck?]

[ungendered]

[ In all Haru's time on Gryffindor's Quidditch team, he has never known Professor Strider to be the sort to just fall off his broom like that. You couldn't get a position as Quidditch teacher if you went around doing that all the time, right?

He's near to the ground, so he zooms right on over to check on him. Of course, this could be some sort of ironic ploy, but better safe than sorry. ]

Professor?

[puppetpocalypse]

[Bro lies there for a moment. He doesn't even seem to realize that Haru had tried to get his attention. He makes a small noise, indicating he's heard the other though, and finally turns to look up at him.]

What just happened? [Shit, he didn't mean to sound that confused, but he sure as fuck has no idea what just happened.]

[ungendered]

Uh. You fell off your broom, sir.

[puppetpocalypse]

[Oh...okay. Guess that was a dumb question.]

Yeah. I guess that's true. [He sits up, wincing slightly. He's gonna bruise, god damn.] That was fucking weird. Didn't even see that coming.

[ungendered]

[ He lands, and sort of leans over Bro. This doesn't seem like a trick... ] Are you okay? Did you black out or something? Should I go get Madam Pietryonna?

[puppetpocalypse]

Naw. Nothing's broken. I mean, I'm going to be feeling this shit in the morning, but nothing I can't handle. [He doesn't really want to explain that he just kind of fell off anyways.]

I don't know. I just kind of got hit with something. Like I remembered something. Not that it makes sense because that would be saying I remembered dying.

It did hurt. I now know the feeling of what it's like to have a sword impaled through your chest. I wouldn't try it.

[ungendered]

[ Wow. He's talking nonsense. ]

You mean... Did you have a vision? Should I go get Professor Marquise instead?

[ It's like a giant question mark just appeared over Haru's head. ]

[puppetpocalypse]

No. I don't think it was a vision.

Kind of like. I just remembered something I probably shouldn't have maybe.

I just told you I just remembered dying. I'm surprised you aren't inquiring to put me in the nutter house or St. Mungo's.

[ungendered]

... [ Oops. Should he have been doing that? Uh. ] You aren't acting crazy. I mean, aside from that. I don't know a whole lot about magic, sir.

[puppetpocalypse]

[No. Don't.]

It's fine. Probably maybe thinking back on a dream or something. [Except it felt too real to be just a dream and he knows it.]

[ungendered]

Yeah... [ Because what else would it be?

He reaches a hand down to help Bro stand. ]

So you didn't hit your head or anything, right? When you fell, I mean.

[puppetpocalypse]

[He let's the other help him back to his feet.]

No. Head is fine. I fell on my back a bit, but I'm not about to let old age get the better of me. That's not an irony I want to be a part of.