You awake for the first time. You try to recall what has brought you here, but nothing comes to mind. You see others around you, also waking up for the first time. Confused, you sit up as a voice echoes all around you.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Boys and Girls,

Welcome to the Amnesia Games!

You have been allowed to remember three things

Your name

Your goal in life

And your skills in combat

And some of you don't even have one of those!

I have brought you here

From all over the omniverse

You each have an interesting story

But none of you know it

Because I have taken your memories

And the only way to get them back

Is to play my little game

So have fun

I'll be in touch

 

And the voice goes silent.

 

Mission 1: Interact with each other! Find out everybody else's name. One memory will go to each group at the end of the mission.

 

Renton 'Ren' Kisaragi, Neena Mors, Switch, and Noah Himitsu awake in a dense forest.

 

Walter Evergreen, Joshua Akira, Dom Locke, and Bronshu Wes awake near a bubbling spring in a flower meadow.

 

Morgan Etiam Vinctum, Mes Orem, Wolf, and Rexon Wrexx awake in a desert, sand blowing and sun shining.

 

Sylar awakes at a snow-covered mountaintop, all alone.

"Shifts would be better rather then just one person." Dom chimed in as she listens to Brooklyn's suggestion. "We don't need the dead weight of someone who said up all night."

Dom considered her lack of sleep the night previous, yet she felt as sharp as ever, but pushed it aside. She shouldn't be able to do that again.

She turned and nodded to Ryonna.

"I can be one of the scouts. I haven't had much difficulty with the terrain as of yet and my eye patch is good in the dark, if need be."

(Even with your person, this guy isn't easily killed. Mes is barely damaging it, so it barely matters anyway.)

(SO WHAT I POST BARELY MATTERS?!?!?!?? Then if I am just wasteing my time and wasteing space here, then I guess I should not post at all anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

"Shifts would be better rather then just one person." Dom chimed in as she listens to Brooklyn's suggestion. "We don't need the dead weight of someone who said up all night."Dom considered her lack of sleep the night previous, yet she felt as sharp as ever, but pushed it aside. She shouldn't be able to do that again.She turned and nodded to Ryonna."I can be one of the scouts. I haven't had much difficulty with the terrain as of yet and my eye patch is good in the dark, if need be."

"The person who holds the barrier must be up and active in order for the spell to stay active. If one of us is forced to stay up, its best its I, I require little sleep if I do anyway." He stated. "And we don't know if you are to be one of those who vanishes, nor when they will take you if they do, nor your point of time for return and exact location of which you might. It would be dangerous to send scouts unless they can move at a very high rate."

(SO WHAT I POST BARELY MATTERS?!?!?!?? Then if I am just wasteing my time and wasteing space here, then I guess I should not post at all anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(I meant since we're also attacking him, despite if you attacked him or not, the same effect is happening. Although, the addition of your attack may deliver further damage and cause defeat as well. What I mean by it dosent matter is that regardless of your move, our attacks can and will still take place as our enemy barely takes damage anyway, and since we don't intrupt your attack its all cool anyway.)

Dom shrugged at Brooklyn's observation.

"And you think you are safe with your barrier?" She asked. "I can move just fine and I'll signal the camp every five minutes with a flare. Even if I vanish while in this group, I'm still up a creek. I know the risks and I'm willing to take them."

Dom shrugged at Brooklyn's observation."And you think you are safe with your barrier?" She asked. "I can move just fine and I'll signal the camp every five minutes with a flare. Even if I vanish while in this group, I'm still up a creek. I know the risks and I'm willing to take them."

"Safer, as any attack launched at it, be it phisical or ranged of any kind, it will absorb the energy, half it, and send half back out at the enemy and half to myself. I can keep the barrier up for a londer period of time anyway. And even if I myself am taken, whoever stands watch with me can inform the rest and take turns with watch. Moving forward could be hazardous, and now that I'm thinking about it, there may be traps or barriers holding us from advancing forward anyway. Your movement would be in vain if this is the case. After reconsidering our current situation, I state it would be best if someone melts the bars of the gate, casts a form of time magic on the door to prevent exit until a designated timeperiod, and hoists up a form of reflective magic or barrier to keep oust enemy's as well as keeping them from attacking us. This would be a preferable defensible position, as it eliminates most of the direct issues, if not all, and covers for mostly everything else." He responded. "And besides, one wounded, one unable to fight at all, it won't be pretty with less fighters near-by."

Dom squinted her unseeing eyes as she listened to Brooklyn's reasoning.

"So, you want us to wait to deal with these traps later when we are all moving, possibly hitting most of us?" She retorted, crossing her arms. "And if you think there is only going to be traps now, you are kidding yourself. The danger of traps are just as likely during the day as night. More entertaining that way. Figuring out what is set up and where can be just as useful as pressing on. Your holding position plan is safer in the short run, at least, but who knows about the long run. If no one else wants to risk it, I'll do it on my own."

Dom squinted her unseeing eyes as she listened to Brooklyn's reasoning. "So, you want us to wait to deal with these traps later when we are all moving, possibly hitting most of us?" She retorted, crossing her arms. "And if you think there is only going to be traps now, you are kidding yourself. The danger of traps are just as likely during the day as night. More entertaining that way. Figuring out what is set up and where can be just as useful as pressing on. Your holding position plan is safer in the short run, at least, but who knows about the long run. If no one else wants to risk it, I'll do it on my own."

"Most of us have a form of areal transport, and can share it with those who don't, so ground travel would be inefficient anyway. Areal traps can be seen and reacted to, with good enough reaction time. I would say my plan of action is quite sound." Brooklyn responded. "Your logic isn't taking into account all that we can possibly do. One way to just avoid traps is to fly too high for any ground-based ones to affect us. Areal traps would be more obvious and easier to maneuver around anyway."

Dom gave Brooklyn a disbelieving look.

"Do you really think the ability to fly means we are safe from ground threats?" She asked, sounding incredulous. "And aren't we still looking for pieces of a sword? Even if we aren't, it is only a matter of time before we need to be on the ground for-"

She suddenly stopped, holding out a hand to silence in retort from Brooklyn.

"Enough." She said finally. "We both have points and arguing in circles is getting us no where. Your plan has merit, but that doesn't mean sending out a scout is out of the question."

Looking at the mansion, Bronshu felt a bit uneasy.  "You know, I get the feeling I had bad experiences with unseen or recent appearing of buildings.  Is staying at this place really a good option?"  He asks.  Walking forward, he listens in on Dom and Brooklyn's discussion.  Upon hearing the sword pieces mentioned, Bronshu replies:  "Don't have to worry about one of them."  He sticks his left palm open with a blade in it.  "I found this while gravity jumping my way over.  I believe it's one of the pieces."

Dom looked over at Bronshu when he said he had a piece. She took a look and nodded.

"Good eye." She said. "Best keep it close, just in case."

With some reluctance, Dom glanced over at the mansion. She really hoped there wasn't a piece in there to find, but couldn't deny the possibility.

"Damn Pandora's box." She muttered under her breath.

Dom gave Brooklyn a disbelieving look."Do you really think the ability to fly means we are safe from ground threats?" She asked, sounding incredulous. "And aren't we still looking for pieces of a sword? Even if we aren't, it is only a matter of time before we need to be on the ground for-"She suddenly stopped, holding out a hand to silence in retort from Brooklyn."Enough." She said finally. "We both have points and arguing in circles is getting us no where. Your plan has merit, but that doesn't mean sending out a scout is out of the question."

"Your doubts are... So to say, unnecessary, but they are your own. But as your are to you, mine are to myself. I fear that sending out a scout or scouts will be fruitless, and moreso possibly deadly." He stated. "That is my last word on it."

Looking at the mansion, Bronshu felt a bit uneasy.  "You know, I get the feeling I had bad experiences with unseen or recent appearing of buildings.  Is staying at this place really a good option?"  He asks.  Walking forward, he listens in on Dom and Brooklyn's discussion.  Upon hearing the sword pieces mentioned, Bronshu replies:  "Don't have to worry about one of them."  He sticks his left palm open with a blade in it.  "I found this while gravity jumping my way over.  I believe it's one of the pieces."

"Inside of it, I would not. I will bet you a few thousand that our main antagonists have an associate or one of themselves stationed inside. We should camp outside, that is the safest option."

"Right."  Bronshu replied.  He looks at the blade and mumbles:  "Have to make sure I hold onto this tight."  He says to Brooklyn:  "You have a good point there.  No telling what kind of things are in the place."

Joshua listened intently to Brooklyn's plan. He was content with staying awake too, so long as Walter did. But he felt uneasy suggesting himself as he would literally be a watch, and nothing else. No method of defense, or offense, for that matter. He wouldn't want to leave one shift so vulnerable. Even so, Brooklyn's plan seemed relatively fullproof, so he accepted it. The only possible threat couldn't come from anywhere but inside...."The place is too noticeable. I wouldn't doubt we were meant to stay here...but, I would neither agree nor disagree with staying here, as of yet." Noah added in his opinion, even if it was a neutral one. He didn't shoot down an idea, and didn't suggest one. But still, it should bring a few to the table, from anyone or everyone else."All at once, huh? More of a team than I'd expect," Isaac said, completely nonchalantly. Harry's duplicates and Auron's lightning never got to him. With everyone now attacking him, the chimeras were intelligent enough to take a defensive stand. The fought against the duplicates and took all of the lightning, but Mes was right at Isaac's step. Quite literally. She struggled futily, as he just motioned his head away from the keyblade. "Tch. Naive little--" He smirked, and kept it, even hit. His back took the hit, clearly shown to be his most resistant area...somehow. But still he staggered, forward, and coughed a bit of blood. It wasn't much, but the chimeras went wild. They became offensive again, brutally mauling everyone at once."You all fight like you're trying to burn the desert down. You've all used flames enough, take a hint." Isaac rolled his eyes, Rexon's flames seeming almost nullified. "I think I've collected enough data today, and I know your companion isn't all lost." Isaac laughed. He turned to see Mes above him, but another came. He coughed blood again, enraging the chimeras ever more. "Speak of the Devil," He grinned. Derik's attacks, strangely, seemed somewhat effective. "Or rather...his child." Isaac channelled the lightning through him painfully-- what should have been impossibly, and brought it back to Derik. The pics were of no use, as of course, this one also tried to get his back to no avail. "I guess I won't use it this time, but you and many others would have very well been dead trying a sneak attack," He snickered, stabbing Derik with a scalpel, drudging it along his skin, and finalky pulling it out."Not quite." Morgan was nonchalant as well, slashing her black blade at Isaac's back. It...bled. But why not from anyone else's attacks? Isaac kicked and dropped Derik, whistling to beckon his chimeras to come. They mauled Morgan, but she gracefully slashed at them, not to death, but to injury. The unscathed chimeras fled. "Excellent performance." He finished. He breathed heavily...but only once, and then normally, as if also unscathed. "I hope you've analyzed a bit of data just as I have. Otherwise, next time will be ever more boring...." A few remaining chimeras, stampeded, bringing a shroud of sand, just as Isaac vanished in departure. Visible, but quickly distant.

Joshua listened intently to Brooklyn's plan. He was content with staying awake too, so long as Walter did. But he felt uneasy suggesting himself as he would literally be a watch, and nothing else. No method of defense, or offense, for that matter. He wouldn't want to leave one shift so vulnerable. Even so, Brooklyn's plan seemed relatively fullproof, so he accepted it. The only possible threat couldn't come from anywhere but inside...."The place is too noticeable. I wouldn't doubt we were meant to stay here...but, I would neither agree nor disagree with staying here, as of yet." Noah added in his opinion, even if it was a neutral one. He didn't shoot down an idea, and didn't suggest one. But still, it should bring a few to the table, from anyone or everyone else."All at once, huh? More of a team than I'd expect," Isaac said, completely nonchalantly. Harry's duplicates and Auron's lightning never got to him. With everyone now attacking him, the chimeras were intelligent enough to take a defensive stand. The fought against the duplicates and took all of the lightning, but Mes was right at Isaac's step. Quite literally. She struggled futily, as he just motioned his head away from the keyblade. "Tch. Naive little--" He smirked, and kept it, even hit. His back took the hit, clearly shown to be his most resistant area...somehow. But still he staggered, forward, and coughed a bit of blood. It wasn't much, but the chimeras went wild. They became offensive again, brutally mauling everyone at once."You all fight like you're trying to burn the desert down. You've all used flames enough, take a hint." Isaac rolled his eyes, Rexon's flames seeming almost nullified. "I think I've collected enough data today, and I know your companion isn't all lost." Isaac laughed. He turned to see Mes above him, but another came. He coughed blood again, enraging the chimeras ever more. "Speak of the Devil," He grinned. Derik's attacks, strangely, seemed somewhat effective. "Or rather...his child." Isaac channelled the lightning through him painfully-- what should have been impossibly, and brought it back to Derik. The pics were of no use, as of course, this one also tried to get his back to no avail. "I guess I won't use it this time, but you and many others would have very well been dead trying a sneak attack," He snickered, stabbing Derik with a scalpel, drudging it along his skin, and finalky pulling it out."Not quite." Morgan was nonchalant as well, slashing her black blade at Isaac's back. It...bled. But why not from anyone else's attacks? Isaac kicked and dropped Derik, whistling to beckon his chimeras to come. They mauled Morgan, but she gracefully slashed at them, not to death, but to injury. The unscathed chimeras fled. "Excellent performance." He finished. He breathed heavily...but only once, and then normally, as if also unscathed. "I hope you've analyzed a bit of data just as I have. Otherwise, next time will be ever more boring...." A few remaining chimeras, stampeded, bringing a shroud of sand, just as Isaac vanished in departure. Visible, but quickly distant.

"What the hell is he...?" Derik thought, the stab ripped through him. Had taken much harder hits, and the electricity threw his nervous system off anyway, so it only tingled his skin. He didn't care what he said though: he wouldn't die from some sort of ability he had. Death wasn't an option for him in this time. Somehow he also was kicked away, how he was kicked he had no idea: maybe the electric shock had jarred his reaction time a bit or something. Even if the blades did no cutting, however, the toxin is strong enough to even impare him when hit with it. Unless the thing had no brain the toxin would spread through some form or matter, and the metal was highly unstable. If any fragments of it were inside of its body after, its possible with a high enough electric wave pulse to cause them to explode, though this wasn't likely and definately impossible via his sword alone. He watched as the supernatural man vanished. "Nothing like the child of the devil, for thy whom is shalt be slayen by those righteous." He recited the odd line almost instinctively. "Might have been a priest in my past, maybe." He thought, standing up. His body now back to normal, he looked around. "I need some sort of superpowers..." He muttered. Despite his inhuman strength, he was holding the group back due to a lack of Devine weapon or magic skill. Still, he seemed to cause harm to the enemy, at least. He sighed, looking around again. The scalpel wound had already begun to close on him, he had tough, thick skin. Obviously he trained often to keep things in good working order. "A scalpel sharp as a wall." He muttered. He wasn't too happy though: somehow the man pierced through his coat. "Incredible levels of force to go through such well-made material..." He thought, thumbing over the long hole. " if I can just heat the metal appropriately I can fix it, at least..." He thought, taking a seat.

Mes breathed heavily, waiting in the air for a few more seconds, before setting down the glider, and returning it to keyblade form. "Well that was... hard." Her response garnered a few laughs of relief, and of course, a few unapproving glares. The desert group did a little healing, before they started off across the desert once more. They trekked through the harsh sands and winds, all the while hoping that they could find a relatively safe area to camp, and of course. After a few hours, they came across a large ridge line, and a beautiful waterfall descending into a small pond. It wasn't exactly unanimous (Derik /shot) but the group settled down for the night. All across the miniature land, camps were set up, and the contestants were enjoying a wonderful dinner. The group by the mansion ended up deciding against a scout. As she was enjoying her delightful meal, Mes spotted a nice little glint in the water, and dove for it, hoping for the best. Her suspicions were correct! The tip of the blade was in her hand. She threw her arms in the air in triumph. "Yes! I found it!" She said, her mouth wide in a grin. Then the voice came in over the loudspeaker.

 

Excellent job all!

That was a particularly captivating second day

Brooklyn was presented with a choice,

The foresters barely escaped being burned alive by a forest fire, after being attacked by Blank

And the desert nomads avoided dissection from our one and only psycho scientist, Isaac!

Three contestants also found a sword piece!

Those'll be important trust me

Now, before we settle down for the night

We'll distribute all of our memories!

That's right, a memory for everyone!

 

Everywhere, the contestants and the villains received a memory. Then, nightfall began in full force as the various groups installed their various plans for defense/sleep.

 

Nighttime Start

 

~Elsewhere~

Lots of people were gathered around a monitor installed in a local street café. The voice emanating from the TV was saying something about memories for everyone. Most people were hanging on the watcher's every word, but one man could care less. He glanced once more at monitor, hoping for one glance at the scarred assassin. No such luck. He got up from his booth, and started walking away from the restaurant. He was tall and dark skinned, his silver hair done in an almost Mohawk style. His pants brushed against each other as he walked hurriedly away. The people there disgusted him. He went down a dark alley, coming to a door at the end, labeled No Trespassing in large red lettering. The mysterious man glanced behind him to make sure no one was following him, before opening the door, entering, closing and locking it. In the room was a round table, with several people all seated there. People who should've been dead.

(Take it and run you guys!)

Mes breathed heavily, waiting in the air for a few more seconds, before setting down the glider, and returning it to keyblade form. "Well that was... hard." Her response garnered a few laughs of relief, and of course, a few unapproving glares. The desert group did a little healing, before they started off across the desert once more. They trekked through the harsh sands and winds, all the while hoping that they could find a relatively safe area to camp, and of course. After a few hours, they came across a large ridge line, and a beautiful waterfall descending into a small pond. It wasn't exactly unanimous (Derik /shot) but the group settled down for the night. All across the miniature land, camps were set up, and the contestants were enjoying a wonderful dinner. The group by the mansion ended up deciding against a scout. As she was enjoying her delightful meal, Mes spotted a nice little glint in the water, and dove for it, hoping for the best. Her suspicions were correct! The tip of the blade was in her hand. She threw her arms in the air in triumph. "Yes! I found it!" She said, her mouth wide in a grin. Then the voice came in over the loudspeaker.

 

Excellent job all!

That was a particularly captivating second day

Brooklyn was presented with a choice,

The foresters barely escaped being burned alive by a forest fire, after being attacked by Blank

And the desert nomads avoided dissection from our one and only psycho scientist, Isaac!

Three contestants also found a sword piece!

Those'll be important trust me

Now, before we settle down for the night

We'll distribute all of our memories!

That's right, a memory for everyone!

 

Everywhere, the contestants and the villains received a memory. Then, nightfall began in full force as the various groups installed their various plans for defense/sleep.

 

Nighttime Start

 

~Elsewhere~

Lots of people were gathered around a monitor installed in a local street café. The voice emanating from the TV was saying something about memories for everyone. Most people were hanging on the watcher's every word, but one man could care less. He glanced once more at monitor, hoping for one glance at the scarred assassin. No such luck. He got up from his booth, and started walking away from the restaurant. He was tall and dark skinned, his silver hair done in an almost Mohawk style. His pants brushed against each other as he walked hurriedly away. The people there disgusted him. He went down a dark alley, coming to a door at the end, labeled No Trespassing in large red lettering. The mysterious man glanced behind him to make sure no one was following him, before opening the door, entering, closing and locking it. In the room was a round table, with several people all seated there. People who should've been dead.

(Take it and run you guys!)

 

Brooklyn felt the first memory numbly melt into his brain. An older man, with a grey beard, dark skin, no hair on his skull, and amber eyes stared at him as well as a group of young people, a duck, a dog, a mouse, a few older guys, and then people his mind recognized. Their names read off in his head as he turned and saw them. A girl with redish-pink hair named Fiora, a boy with black, crazy hair and pale skin: Brandon, a guy with brown hair and a blue jacket standing next to one with white hair and a tan jacket, Ovan and Detok, a boy with black, short hair, Kyle, a girl with dark purple hair, a few inches below the shoulders, her name was Mes. When he had looked at her, she gave off a slight grin, it was uncharacteristic of her to randomly grin, he somehow knew, but looking at her filled him with an odd sensation of hope.

 

Behind the man with no hair, coated figures, each of them sporting the grey from the bald man's beard and his eyecolor as well. The two groups stared each-other down. "Boy, you know well what you are." The bald man addressed Brooklyn, he stood unshooken. "Yeah, I'm the "Insolent little pup" that is going to kill you." Brooklyn replied, the man just glared. "Killing yourself isn't easy boy, and I don't think you have it in yourself to do so! Now, let the darkness you hold take you!" The memory abruptly ended, Brooklyn was thrown ajar from this, his focus returned to keeping the Reflehega spell from wearing off. "What on earth did that mean...?" He thought, looking into the reflective barrier, his eyes glowed an amber color similar to the color the old man had. Brooklyn nearly let off a scream from the fear he had that came with seeing his natural eye-color had changed. Quickly, though, it reverted. "The hell...?" He muttered.

 

Derik's next memory was, for more or less of a word, more tragic. His memory cut into the moment almost as if out of no-where in particular in the timeline. He couldn't move his body, save for his leg only slightly, as he was being held up by someone. Inside, the imminent fear couldn't suppress the fact his idol was carrying him over his shoulder. "Ferro" his name, some sort of scientist of some kind working with a odd "portal" device. He was swinging it in preparation for something, then it happened, a boy took an odd gauntlet and placed it to to his skull. In reaction, he put all the force he could muster into a swing with his leg, flipping the person who was carrying him and thus causing him to kick the boy with the gauntlet as his skull, then a moment later, his head was shot off by "Ferro's" weapon. Derik, could feel his next thought hit him instantly "No! No, no, no! This isn't suppose to be what happened!" He thought,  trying to keep his act up, but his tough guy exterior was crubling fast. He never wanted anyone dead! Yet now, here he were, being indirectly the reason for one person's death. Moments later, a girl, presumably his friend, launched a flamethrower at the two of them, Derik had been dropped already for some reason, his thoughts were clouded by adrenaline and guilt, dodging the flame, next "Ferro" Was stabbed. His mind knew that kind of strike would be lethal without some sort of surgical procedure immediately. The pain he felt from watching his hero die because of him was crushing as well; he felt defeated.

 

The next thing he knows, he reveals that it was all an act to someone, a semi-older woman of some kind, features undefinable to him, nor her name. He knew it started with a "M" now, though. He had used a less-advanced version of the electric sword on him to make something he labeled as "Dream Mist". The dreams of the woman had played out, until she had kissed him in her dream interpretation, the blush from her embarrassment was so obvious that it almost didn't matter if he couldn't make out who specifically it was. His dream played next, nothing more than a simple life as a simple blacksmith was all he wanted. A little girl as his child, but unsure of who the mother would be, the woman's figure slightly appeared fuzzily in the place of a stand-in for the mother and wife, though her details were barley noticeable due to the static. Derik's head hurt when he tried to remember more specific details about this encounter, but could not. Moments after the smoke cleared, the woman and him had shared a kiss. Derik couldn't get the sense of disbelief out of him through the hole time that even a bit of it was happening, but he didn't understand the feeling of disbelief he felt. The memory ended, and Derik sighed. "Her name starts with an "M"..." he whispered to himself, hoping no-one could hear.

"Are you...okay...?" Joshua asked Brooklyn, quietly. He had only just passed by him, as he was just getting out of his bedroll for a bit. He was a bit unusually anxious, so he must have just decided to leave to use the restroom. It seemed that he had held it, since he debated against going inside the building for one, or staying outside to avoid a possible threat. Regardless, he spent his time for now just with Brooklyn, who seemed a bit uneasy. Considering he had to keep up the barrier, as well.Noah remained silent as usual, but now, a bit restless. His first memory, at last was given, reluctantly, but it was to everyone. After all, he hadn't seemed to be incredibly relevant to his group's success at all, and instead just rushed them. He pondered on it and remained awake for the others to rest easy.Reaching for her weapon, and with a sigh of relief, she brought her hand down, keeping her sword sheathed in its scabbard. The other competitors still needed to get up and prepare themselves before she would unsheathe. Other weapons seemed to be strewn about, probably in case any of them already were unprepared. Morgan awaited patiently, analyzing the battlefield and anyone or anything that may be...watching.

Bronshu hears what seems like the main entity's voice.  When he heard everyone gets a memory, he thought:  Huh?  In a flash, he felt he remembered something.  Bronshu closes his eyes and focuses on it.

 

A sunset over a clear river.  Buildings out in the distance and a few blocks away.  A car or two passing by.  Laying forward on a bar by the river, Bronshu stares out on the horizon.  Smiling, he says:  "I swear, the city can be so great at this time of the day.  So calm and plain awesome."  "Aha.  I knew you'd be here."  Bronshu turns behind him to see who spoke.  A girl that he was all too familiar with. Bronshu turns back to face the river and says:  "You got me.  This is my favorite spot." "I know."  The girl replies. She walks next to his right side and says:  "I can understand why.  This is a pretty relaxing site." Bronshu:  "Yeah. I want to see this everyday."  "I know what you mean.  But you have to wait till tomorrow.  We better leave before it gets late. Bronshu:  "Yeah, you're right.  Oh.  Before I forget, I have something to give you."  Bronshu faces the girl and goes into his pocket.  He pulls out a silver dog necklace and puts it around her neck.  Smiling, Bronshu says:  "Happy birthday Momo."  Looking at it and then to him, she says:  "Wow.  Thank you brother."  Momo gives him a huge hug and they started heading home.

 

Opening his eyes, Bronshu stares at the necklace.  Letting out a small chuckle, he smiles and mumbles:  "That's right.  But, I feel like something else happens after that.  I can't remember what happens next."

 

 

Rexon dismisses his keyblade and says:  "So there's just more people to deal with? Cruds."  He hears the announcer and begins remembering something.

 

Rex finds himself in some kind of battlefield.  He looks around and sees a large amount of people.  Everyone was fighting on what seemed like two sides against each other.  Keyblades clashing with each other. Wielders being stabbed and slashed.  Spells flung all over the place.  Multiple explosions of colliding forces.  Rex sees a large gathering of energy at a mountain tall pillar of land.  That's all the memory contained.  Shaking his left hand into a fist, Rex thought:  That....that was no ordinary battle.  That was a war!  But which side was I on?

"Are you...okay...?" Joshua asked Brooklyn, quietly. He had only just passed by him, as he was just getting out of his bedroll for a bit. He was a bit unusually anxious, so he must have just decided to leave to use the restroom. It seemed that he had held it, since he debated against going inside the building for one, or staying outside to avoid a possible threat. Regardless, he spent his time for now just with Brooklyn, who seemed a bit uneasy. Considering he had to keep up the barrier, as well.Noah remained silent as usual, but now, a bit restless. His first memory, at last was given, reluctantly, but it was to everyone. After all, he hadn't seemed to be incredibly relevant to his group's success at all, and instead just rushed them. He pondered on it and remained awake for the others to rest easy.Reaching for her weapon, and with a sigh of relief, she brought her hand down, keeping her sword sheathed in its scabbard. The other competitors still needed to get up and prepare themselves before she would unsheathe. Other weapons seemed to be strewn about, probably in case any of them already were unprepared. Morgan awaited patiently, analyzing the battlefield and anyone or anything that may be...watching.

"I-I guess.. I mean.. The memory i just got was... odd..." Brooklyn replied, his voice shaking.

Harry stayed up looking up at the sky while sitting on a rock. "I remember you know Annistha, the nexus that I fell in love with. I promise you I am going to find you and then we can get started on founding out how to truly be the best couple we can be." Harry said to himself aloud.

 

Kelly was nearby her group. She couldn't think of a memory that she had gained. She could only think there was something holding her down. She didn't know who she was, but she didn't know if she wanted to know now, now that Horizont is gone. What more could there be for her? She wanted to sing about how she felt, but she knew that she didn't know what to sing.

Robert's memory came before he even had time to prepare for it. This time however, it wasn't quite as sad as it was confusing, not to mention quicker. He looked to be the same age he was now, but was for some reason running through a dark forest, while a strange floating robot chased him. "Great, it's only been a week since I left the orphanage after being there for years, and now this had to happen!" he shouted, clearly confused. He used his powers to phase through several trees, bushes, and rocks, but the robot just kept following. Finally, Robert decided to confront the robot, but as soon as he was no longer intangible, another robot came out from the shadows and hit him with a stun blast. He was unconscious in moments.

 

[strange, could that be how I got here?] he thought, before deciding to get some sleep for the next day.

 

Robert awoke in what looked like an arena, with weapons scattered everywhere, and two others. One was a fairly nomal looking guy (Bronshu), while the other was a young woman with cloths far too immodest for his liking (Morgan). [Well, I guess this means I value modesty in girls. Good to know.] Robert thought, and then suddenly remembered Ren talking about fighting at least two people from other groups while he was missing last night, and immediately knew it must have been his turn. He faced the others, prepared to fight at a moments notice, "So... I'm guessing there's no way to work this out peacefully?" he asked.

***

Blank waited for his memory, but nothing came. "Strange, I have yet to be given a memory. It appears this proves that this is my first time on line." he said.

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Joshua was a bit quiet, just thinking of what to say. "Well...don't think about anything too much. We...don't really know much about ourselves or each other...so...until we get all of our memories back, I think we should only think about what's happening now. You don't want to confuse yourself...or even get mad or sad without knowing everything. But..." Realizing he was going on a sort of ramble, he stopped himself. "Well...yeah. Um...I'll...probably be back right now, okay...?" He left in a bit of a rush."We are here-- watched as if a sort of entertainment show. I do believe its safe to assume we are not to leave without consequences if we choose not to conflict each other. I am just curious of our circumstance in such regards," Morgan stated to both Robert and Bronshu. She unsheathed her black rapier and wielded it, but did not strike. She was never one to begin a fight. Or at least, not always one to. "Be prepared, both of you. And also," she looked at Robert, "Be glad that you are not afflicted by all sins. You seem to be just about devoid of lust."

Mes breathed heavily, waiting in the air for a few more seconds, before setting down the glider, and returning it to keyblade form. "Well that was... hard." Her response garnered a few laughs of relief, and of course, a few unapproving glares. The desert group did a little healing, before they started off across the desert once more. They trekked through the harsh sands and winds, all the while hoping that they could find a relatively safe area to camp, and of course. After a few hours, they came across a large ridge line, and a beautiful waterfall descending into a small pond. It wasn't exactly unanimous (Derik /shot) but the group settled down for the night. All across the miniature land, camps were set up, and the contestants were enjoying a wonderful dinner. The group by the mansion ended up deciding against a scout. As she was enjoying her delightful meal, Mes spotted a nice little glint in the water, and dove for it, hoping for the best. Her suspicions were correct! The tip of the blade was in her hand. She threw her arms in the air in triumph. "Yes! I found it!" She said, her mouth wide in a grin. Then the voice came in over the loudspeaker.

 

Excellent job all!

That was a particularly captivating second day

Brooklyn was presented with a choice,

The foresters barely escaped being burned alive by a forest fire, after being attacked by Blank

And the desert nomads avoided dissection from our one and only psycho scientist, Isaac!

Three contestants also found a sword piece!

Those'll be important trust me

Now, before we settle down for the night

We'll distribute all of our memories!

That's right, a memory for everyone!

 

Everywhere, the contestants and the villains received a memory. Then, nightfall began in full force as the various groups installed their various plans for defense/sleep.

 

Nighttime Start

 

~Elsewhere~

Lots of people were gathered around a monitor installed in a local street café. The voice emanating from the TV was saying something about memories for everyone. Most people were hanging on the watcher's every word, but one man could care less. He glanced once more at monitor, hoping for one glance at the scarred assassin. No such luck. He got up from his booth, and started walking away from the restaurant. He was tall and dark skinned, his silver hair done in an almost Mohawk style. His pants brushed against each other as he walked hurriedly away. The people there disgusted him. He went down a dark alley, coming to a door at the end, labeled No Trespassing in large red lettering. The mysterious man glanced behind him to make sure no one was following him, before opening the door, entering, closing and locking it. In the room was a round table, with several people all seated there. People who should've been dead.

(Take it and run you guys!)

 

Auron was sat near the waterfall, the soft beeze was nice and cold, such a relaxating place, but when the announcement came, the peace inside Auron´s mind became a storm out of control. He regained a memomy, the first one since he appeared in this place. 

 

It was a place like a city, he couldn´t regain the name of the city, however he knew the name of the place where he was. A cafe like place, called WildKat, Auron was inside and, alongside a young boy maybe ten years or so. 

 

"I can tell you are most likely a player. My name is Isaac Akira. Do you...have a partner?"

"Isaac? Well hello there. I´m Auron. Mmm looks like I don´t have one, but i don´t know... I think im better on my own... but the mission said we need to find our partner..."

Auron was in the memory with too many doubts. He was not sure about making team with the kid in front of him, yet still the kid continued with it...

"No need to be so hesitant. I can tell your considering whether or not to be my partner... I don't know how many people decide to judge me. I'm not as useless and moronic as most people assume. I'm...not a burden. Sorry Auron...I suppose that got a bit out of hand."

And that was the breaking point of it, Auron felt guilty about his previous words, he couln´t survive the game without a partner so he has to trust in him... or so it looked like.

" All right. No worries and sadness here... I suposse I can call you Isaac, Right my partner? or you preffer kiddo?" HE said extending his hand towards Isaac.

"Alright, partners...wait a .. NO! ...Never call me that. Just....Isaac. ..."

 

And then the memory stopped... nothing more or else was there to be remembered, however for Auron.. there was something.. .he knew someone, he was not alone, and maybe he became friend with him, his personality at that moment was too cheerful, not like the Auron in the memories. "Mmm that helps...but what was the reaper´s game? And what happened to him? Looks like we both were in danger, but why? Sigh..." he said as he got up and walked back to the campsite. 

 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

(I thing this is the time to introduce us, right Yuffie?"

It was a room hidden in a dark alley, a kind of hideout you could say, inside; a group of people were sat around quiet along as if they were waiting for someone else to come. One thing they shared for sure; Death. He could remember his last moments, how trying to save and stop a frien of triggering the end of the world, how he charged all his power in one single attack, how he faded away, all this remained inside Evan. He took a look once more to his blue orb in hand. "And so we are here... a impossible option, that has come reality... This is not the realm of light or the Realm of Darkness... this isn´t even the same place as I existed once... then why?" That was the first though when he arrived to that place, then he saw one display showing a battle.. many eople were looking... he then saw someone... someone he knew long ago.. keyblade in hand, Rexon, his old friend and comrade in battle.... now trapped in a new fight."

 

Suddenly someone opened the door. He, who entered, was tall and dark skinned man, his silver hair done in an almost Mohawk style. "So are we all here, huh?" Evan exclaimed. 

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Walter grit his teeth at the memory to come.

 

He stopped. "W-warm..." He muttered, as he saw... A school... With kids and teachers with abilities like him.... Unlike wherever he was in the previous memory, he felt welcome... As if he was not a... Whatever he was back then... That he was on the right side... At a home... With fr-

 

But he winced again, as if his mind was a dirty VCR, and had skipped to the end... Unlike the previous memory fragment, this one was clear. He heard the screams of kids, and of the few adults left standing, as they were taken down, not one by one, but in pairs, in groups...

 

He was holding one of the girls in his arms, as he felt the warm, thick mixture of blood stain his hands and clothes. "Itsgonnabeokayitsgonnabeokay..." He muttered out loud his futile comforting words, as he brushed her hair out, and kissed this woman... Wait... Love... savoring her last moments, as the last bit of breath escaped her lips

 

The monstrous power appeared at the end of the hall. "Tell me..." Walter said. "Was it worth it..." This figure smiled an sadistic, dark, and even blood speckled smile at him...

"No..." The figure replied. "But what I'm going to do with you... Will be priceless... My little project..."

This figure was letting him live...

But...

This was no act of mercy...

Walter would always be in his talons...

The figure knew he would not-could not- kill him...

Walter cried, refusing to accept the truth. "Why...WHY!!!!"

This figures name...

Walter screamed, in the dream, and the real, showing pain, hatred, regret.

"SYALARRR!!!!!!!"

--Wolf--

After the man vanished…something flashed in my mind. A boy with one green eye, his left eye was covered up by an eye patch. ​'Wait…this is me…? But…I have two eyes. What happened? The memory continued, the little me was called out by a man, probably his- or my father. The father began to shout at the little me, and he began to cry. My father raised his hand which had a bottle in it, the little me was shaking pleading for him to stop. Making my father yell louder, a boy was watching this scene, he was wearing a white hoodie. He rushed in and kicked my father in the knee. Grabbing the little me's hand and ran away, I could see that he also had black hair. But then the memory ended. 'Who is that kid? A friend? And why…why did I have one eye when… I have both of my eyes now… What happened…" I stared at the ground for awhile then clenched my axes. '​I will find out in due time…'

 

--Switch--

'Huh?' I saw the message then suddenly I remembered something. I saw a little younger version of me, well not much younger but at least 2 years younger. I was arguing with a male who looked a little bit like me, so I guessed I had a brother. Then another one came in and pushed our heads down, from his speech I guessed that I had two brothers. They walked out of a hut and I saw that it was a village. I was in a clan… "The Feather Clan" That's right… A clan that strictly only used bows and arrows for combat, they were known for their battle strategies. But that's all I knew about that… Then the younger me ran up to a woman and hugged her, being my mother maybe. The younger brother pointed at the forest saying that they would go hunting, the woman said okay but to be careful. The younger me ran off with the other two boys into the wilderness. Then the memory ended. 'So a clan huh? No wonder I love my bow so much.' I sighed...