[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
Yes, any time you make eye contact with someone you see their past. It's an invasion of privacy and I would walk around with a blindfold on if I could.
[Time for clown lore- I mean. Luca is backing away a bit to try and keep the memories from being shared. It won't last for long though, they cannot escape the memshare.]
[For one, it seems unfinished. It takes place in a gorgeous imperial garden, but details here seem to buzz, as if by static. There is a good-sized crowd standing around, watching with rapt interest at two men, who stand opposite each other.]
[One is Ashiya Douman.]
[The other is.........the other is.......how odd, how strange, but his face is totally, completely obscured.]
[Douman bends down, picking up a handful of sand, concentrating...and then tosses it into the air. Instantly, the particles of sand blossom into countless swallows, flying around the garden. The other man simply makes a wave of his folding fan - and then the swallows disintegrate into the sand they were.]
[Douman's eyes darken, ever so slightly.]
[Next, the other man recites a spell. A huge dragon suddenly appears in the sky above, to the awe of the crowd, and rain starts to fall down around men. Douman, gritting his teeth, recites a spell...but the dragon persists. He recites it again, and again, until the water seems to be almost to his knees. But to no avail - the other man casts another spell, and just like that, the rain stops, and the dragon disappears.]
[The crowd claps. Douman's eyes grow even darker.]
[It seems the last challenge in this makeshift competition involves a wooden box, which two servants carry out. Douman steps forward, their voice harsh:]
["Whoever loses this round will become the other’s servant!”]
[(There's a strange undercurrent of emotion that seems to come from Douman. Hatred? Jealousy? Something else? It is as if something is overlying what is truly here, like a piece of tape covering something up.)]
[The other man just laughs, pleasantly.]
[Douman points to the box, their smile curving wickedly.]
["There are fifteen oranges inside of the box!"]
["Haha, no, no. Douman...there are fifteen rats in the box."]
[The crowd looks confused. The attendants who had prepared the box shake their heads at what the other man says - one steps forward, declaring that his guess is wrong. He has lost. There are fifteen oranges inside of the box.]
[The man - Abe no Seimei - even with his face obscured as in smoke, seems to smile at the outcome. The attendant nods, moves over to the box to open it -]
[And instantly, rats jump out of the box. The crowd screams a little in surprise as the rats scurry about. The true victor is Seimei.]
[And Douman collapses to his knees. Everyone goes to congratulate Seimei on his victory, and here lies Douman. A failure.]
[Again, the undercurrent of emotion. Again, its sorrow, its despair, its anger, its hatred, its jealousy, and...something else? It burns, like a raging fire.]
[Douman lifts his head, face contorted, ugly, and fixed on Seimei. His enemy. His rival. His..]
[The man in real life clutches their head, letting out a low, pained noise.]
[Luca is instantly by Douman's side as soon as the memory ends. Douman is still upright, but it looks like the person in front of Luca could use a helping hand.]
Douman!
[He's not strong but he can at least guide Douman to sitting down. That's the least he can do when facing someone else's questionable memories.]
[They don't even have an answer to that first part.]
Mmmm, what is there to know? I was a famous onmyouji...a figure who used the arts and magic of onmyouodo throughout my life. I helped many people, I harmed many people. That's all there is.
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W2 MEMSHARE
[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]
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Is this the game we're playing this week?
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[CLOWN IS HUFFY!! CLOWN IS NOT WANTING TO TALK!]
Horrible, horrible, horrible-! You know what's going on, don't you?
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[Or rather, physical contact can make things happen, too! Either way, clown is peeved.]
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[Time for clown lore- I mean. Luca is backing away a bit to try and keep the memories from being shared. It won't last for long though, they cannot escape the memshare.]
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[And of course, it begins.]
[The memory is...strange.
[For one, it seems unfinished. It takes place in a gorgeous imperial garden, but details here seem to buzz, as if by static. There is a good-sized crowd standing around, watching with rapt interest at two men, who stand opposite each other.]
[One is Ashiya Douman.]
[The other is.........the other is.......how odd, how strange, but his face is totally, completely obscured.]
[Douman bends down, picking up a handful of sand, concentrating...and then tosses it into the air. Instantly, the particles of sand blossom into countless swallows, flying around the garden. The other man simply makes a wave of his folding fan - and then the swallows disintegrate into the sand they were.]
[Douman's eyes darken, ever so slightly.]
[Next, the other man recites a spell. A huge dragon suddenly appears in the sky above, to the awe of the crowd, and rain starts to fall down around men. Douman, gritting his teeth, recites a spell...but the dragon persists. He recites it again, and again, until the water seems to be almost to his knees. But to no avail - the other man casts another spell, and just like that, the rain stops, and the dragon disappears.]
[The crowd claps. Douman's eyes grow even darker.]
[It seems the last challenge in this makeshift competition involves a wooden box, which two servants carry out. Douman steps forward, their voice harsh:]
["Whoever loses this round will become the other’s servant!”]
[(There's a strange undercurrent of emotion that seems to come from Douman. Hatred? Jealousy? Something else? It is as if something is overlying what is truly here, like a piece of tape covering something up.)]
[The other man just laughs, pleasantly.]
[Douman points to the box, their smile curving wickedly.]
["There are fifteen oranges inside of the box!"]
["Haha, no, no. Douman...there are fifteen rats in the box."]
[The crowd looks confused. The attendants who had prepared the box shake their heads at what the other man says - one steps forward, declaring that his guess is wrong. He has lost. There are fifteen oranges inside of the box.]
[The man - Abe no Seimei - even with his face obscured as in smoke, seems to smile at the outcome. The attendant nods, moves over to the box to open it -]
[And instantly, rats jump out of the box. The crowd screams a little in surprise as the rats scurry about. The true victor is Seimei.]
[And Douman collapses to his knees. Everyone goes to congratulate Seimei on his victory, and here lies Douman. A failure.]
[Again, the undercurrent of emotion. Again, its sorrow, its despair, its anger, its hatred, its jealousy, and...something else? It burns, like a raging fire.]
[Douman lifts his head, face contorted, ugly, and fixed on Seimei. His enemy. His rival. His..]
[The man in real life clutches their head, letting out a low, pained noise.]
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Douman!
[He's not strong but he can at least guide Douman to sitting down. That's the least he can do when facing someone else's questionable memories.]
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[Douman allows themselves to be taken to sit, though the look on their face is...well, incredibly difficult to read, actually.]
[They stare down at the floor for a moment.]
...I'm alright.
[ARE THEY??]
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You sounded like you were in pain though. Here just sit down for a moment, I'll get you some water.
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[Ah, but Luca is already gone to get water.]
[Douman buries his head in his hands and just sighs.]
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Here you are, this might help.
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[And just taking it and having a drink.]
Mmm. I am tired of these...endless visions.
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It's understandable. Whatever that vision was, it seems to have hurt you deeply.
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[Oh no that's really concerning!]
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[Oh boy time for the clown lore.]
You look like a normal man to me, albeit one with creative tastes.
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[He's assuming that a 'heroic spirit' is a hero, at least.]
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...Its confusing, yes, but, we are more like tools than actual physical beings.
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[JUST. GETTING THAT OUT THERE.]
But I am not familiar with your legend, can you tell me about it?
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[They don't even have an answer to that first part.]
Mmmm, what is there to know? I was a famous onmyouji...a figure who used the arts and magic of onmyouodo throughout my life. I helped many people, I harmed many people. That's all there is.
[what's a Seimei]
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