<BobaFettuccine> Jane is sitting on the couch in the common room, an utterly forgettable girl, completely average in every single way. She's so dull in fact, that she looks kinda blurry? Weird. Anyways, she has three empty cans of pringles scattered around her and she's working on her fourth as she looks absolutely absorbed in a massive leatherbound tome on the table in front of her. It's resting on the table because that's probably the only thing in the room that could support it's weight other than the floor, Jane looks to be about halfway through this huge book.
<dragonwielder> Alden walks in from outside with a plastic bag. He brushes the snow off of his shoulders as he walks inside. He looks over to the person he hasn't seen before, tilting his head in question.
<BobaFettuccine> Jane for sure does not notice him as he walks in, she must have just read a surprising part of her book because she makes a little gasping noise and her hand goes to her mouth.
<dragonwielder> "Good part of the story I assume?" He chuckles, going to find a spot to sit.
<BobaFettuccine> She jumps a bit and makes a little 'eep' noise, startled at the words from someone she had not noticed was there. "U-uhm. Y-y-yes…" She tilts her head forward, letting her bangs fall across her eyes. She looks like she's trying to hide behind her hair.
<dragonwielder> "Whatcha readin?" He asks as he finds a seat and sits down. He puts the bag down beside him.
<BobaFettuccine> "I-i-it d-doesn't really have a t-t-t-title." She speaks haltingly, and quietly. "At l-least, not o-o-one t-that anyone r-r-remembers." She puts a leather bookmark between the two pages she's currently on… Had she always had that? Maybe? It's hard to tell where she got it from anyways.
<dragonwielder> He shrugs. "Alright then." He takes something out of the bag, it's a Coke, the kind in glass bottles that you buy at the Mexican markets. He pops it open and takes a sip. "You mind if I use the TV?"
<BobaFettuccine> "N-n-no" She says quietly. "G-go ahead." She thinks for a few moments. "Uh, y-you want s-s-some p-pringles?"
<dragonwielder> Alden smiles, giving a nod. "Sure." He pulls a bottle out of the bag. "Want a Coke?"
<BobaFettuccine> She thinks for a moment before nodding. Non-verbal communication is her favorite kind. She then stands and… She's standing next to him, holding out an unopened, slightly dusty can of Pringles. Had she actually walked over to him? For a moment it's kinda fuzzy almost like he can't remember, but only for a moment. She definitely had not walked over there, she'd just appeared.
<dragonwielder> "Able to teleport?" He asks, handing over the bottle of Coke and taking himself some Pringles.
<BobaFettuccine> "K-k-kinda." She says, sitting back down on her couch. "M-more like I j-j-jump through t-the F-F-F-Forgotten." She places a subtle emphasis on the word, like it's a proper noun.
<dragonwielder> "Hm, interesting. Haven't heard of that kind of thing before." He smiles. "So..who might you be?"
<BobaFettuccine> "M-Most people h-h-haven't." She says. "I'm J-J-Jane."
<dragonwielder> "Good to meet ya, name's Alden."
<BobaFettuccine> She nods, he's probably not gonna remember her anyways, or that's what she thinks at least. That's what always happens. She looks at the TV and tries to figure out what he's watching.
<dragonwielder> Seems to be an old rerun of back to the future!
<BobaFettuccine> Which is one of the few movies that Jane has seen! She turns to start watching it and pops open her coke, starting to take a few sips.
<dragonwielder> It tastes different than regular Coke. Mostly due to it being made with real sugar. "So…what is it that you do? If you don't mind my asking."
<BobaFettuccine> "M-m-mostly I just m-make p-p-people forget me e-even though I d-d-don't w-want to." She doesn't sound bitter about that at all. Nope. Not even a bit.
<dragonwielder> Alden raises an eyebrow. "Huh…my ability is that I have all the memories of my ancestors….and I can read the memories of others."
<BobaFettuccine> She thinks for a moment, "I o-o-o-only get the m-memories t-t-that people f-forget. S-sometimes t-t-the /things/ they f-f-forget too." She gestures at the pringles cans and the book on the table.
<dragonwielder> Alden nods with understanding. "…it must not be pleasant."
<BobaFettuccine> "I d-d-don't m-mind the s-s-summonning f-forgotten stuff p-p-part." She says with a tiny little smile, barely there before it's gone. "I j-j-just w-wish people w-w-wouldn't f-f-forget me." She doesn't really mind opening up like this to a total stranger because, again. He's probably gonna forget her anyways, right?
<dragonwielder> Alden nods. "Yeah. That's an upside." He smiles in agreement.
<BobaFettuccine> "I-i-it's w-weird though b-b-b-bec-cause I remember stuff I n-n-never d-did." She frowns slightly before shoving a few chips into her mouth.
<dragonwielder> "You know….there could be a way to make it so that I don't end up forgetting." He says. He wishes that he could make it so that no one would forget her, but that is not within his ability range.
<BobaFettuccine> It's hard to tell through the slight blurriness surrounding her but she's definitely blushing at this point, she'd told him some pretty personal stuff for her, thinking he wouldn't remember, but… Someone other than Sara who would be guaranteed not to forget her… "Really? H-h-h-how?"
<dragonwielder> Alden sighs. "It's not something most are comfortable with, and I can understand perfectly if you disagree." He takes a sip of coke. "I could….read your memories. Not all of them mind you, but at least some."
<BobaFettuccine> After a slight hesitation Jane asks, "Y-y-you're s-sure… It'll h-h-help you remember me?"
<dragonwielder> "It's worth a try….right?"
<BobaFettuccine> After a long pause she nods. "H-h-h-how d-does it w-work?"
<dragonwielder> "Do I have your permission to do it now?"
<BobaFettuccine> She nods once again, too nervous to get any words out.
<dragonwielder> Alden tries. If it succeeds, and nothing blocks him. Jane would feel a slight buzzing in her mind as alden reads. He himself, purposefully avoids reading anything uncomfortable.
<BobaFettuccine> As Alden reads her he would immediately notice that she is way different than anyone he's read before. She has too many memories, more than anyone could possibly have, even if they'd been alive since the first human walked the earth. None of them belong to Jane. The memories flash by in a disorientingly fast manner, almost at random. One moment he's seeing a happy family picnic in a park, the next he's witnessing a frantic operating room that looks like it's straight out of the 1920's. The very last thing he sees before the torrent of broken images and fragments of sound lets go of him is a much younger Jane sitting and crying outside of a little blue house with a white picket fence. When the flood of memories passes he'll be able to see that Jane is passed out on the couch and she's a lot more blurry, and vaguely see through. Almost like her body is drifting apart.
<dragonwielder> He reaches out a hand to shake her, "Jane?"
<BobaFettuccine> His hand gets an odd tingly sensation as he touches her and he'd feel the pressure of more memories wanting to get into his head. At his touch, Jane's eyes snap open and she makes an odd little choking noise before rolling over to the side, falling off the couch and scrambling over to a corner of the room and curling up there.
<dragonwielder> He frowns a bit at that, then looks to Jane. "….w-what's wrong?" He's scared now…did he hurt her?
<BobaFettuccine> She shakes her head and starts stammering, not having much success in getting any words out, instead she just gestures for him to come closer and leans back against the wall. She was disoriented and confused about what had just happened.
<dragonwielder> Alden slowly walks close to her and crouches down to her level. "…..what is it?"
<BobaFettuccine> She stammers quietly and manages to get out a few words. "C-c-c-can't" Pause, "h-here… C-c-c-c-come… w-w-w-with…" She reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder.
<dragonwielder> "…where to?" He questions, preparing to help her up if needed.
<BobaFettuccine> "F-F-F-Forg-gotten." Again with the strange emphasis on that word, like it's a place.
<dragonwielder> "Alright." He lets her put the hand on his shoulder, and reaches out his hand for her to take it if she needs.
<BobaFettuccine> She stays like that and closes her eyes, one hand on his shoulder, trembling just a bit. "C-c-c-close e-e-eyes…"
<dragonwielder> Alden closees his eyes.
<BobaFettuccine> After about five minutes or so of sitting there like that, he'll feel different, there's suddenly many voices faintly whispering just quietly enough that he can't make out any words, and now he's sitting on a couch, he definitely hadn't been before, there's Jane's voice, much calmer and stronger than it had been before, and this time without it's usual stutter. "You can open your eyes now."
<dragonwielder> Alden opens his eyes and looks around.
<BobaFettuccine> He's sitting on a very cushy dark brown leather couch in front of a fireplace. To either side of the fireplace is a bookshelf that goes up as far as the eye can see and the same distance to either side, behind him the couch is another wall of books, the books on the shelf are all different colors and sizes and types. From scrolls to pamphlets to leather bound tomes. Jane is sitting on the couch next to him, curiously here, wherever here is, she's not blurry at all. She glows a very faint gold color which is somewhat emphasized by the firelight. "I'm sorry if I scared you back there. It gets hard for me to stay out of the Forgotten when I get scared or upset." she says.
<dragonwielder> Alden lets out a breath of relief, looking around the room a bit more before looking to Jane. "Just glad you're alright. Though you were hurt."
<BobaFettuccine> "It did hurt a bit…" She pauses for a moment. "Well, maybe not hurt, it was really weird, like I was turning into static or something." She frowns thoughtfully. "I don't think that was supposed to happen."
<dragonwielder> "Yeah….I'm so sorry…" He looks quite guilty.
<BobaFettuccine> "It's not your fault" She says with a reassuring smile. "You didn't know. For that matter, I still don't know exactly what happened. What did you see when you looked at my memories?"
<dragonwielder> "…..A lot. Possibly more than me. And I have all the memories of every one of my ancestors since they began to exist on the earth."
<BobaFettuccine> "That's really weird…" She says thoughtfully. "But it kinda makes sense, the memories that I have that aren't mine. And this place." She gestures around them.
<dragonwielder> He gestures to all the books and stuff on the shelves. "All the forgotten memories?"
<BobaFettuccine> "Well, kind of. It's not just memories that get forgotten." She says, "Sometimes things do too. They sort of… Fall through the cracks, they get forgotten not just by people, but by the whole world. Then they end up here. This is just all the books that were never written. Out there," She gestures to a door that was clearly not there before. "Is the rest of the stuff, there's whole buildings that were forgotten."
<dragonwielder> "So…..this is a void of some sort?"
<BobaFettuccine> "Don't know. I think it's just an alternate plane of existence, but I'm not super sure. I just kind of… Found my way here after I woke up one day and my family didn't know who I was."
<dragonwielder> He winces a bit at that, the memory of her crying flashing in his head for a moment.
<BobaFettuccine> She smiles apologetically. "Did you see that?"
<dragonwielder> He nods, reaching out to give her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder…but stops…hesitating for a moment, almost as if afraid he'll hurt her further.
<BobaFettuccine> She smiles faintly and gives him a brief hug. "Thank you Alden. I think I learned something here. I'm not sure what yet, but I have a lot to think about."
<dragonwielder> He returns the hug, relieved that it doesn't hurt her. "I'm glad I was able to help. Also, don't think I'll be forgetting you." He chuckles.
<BobaFettuccine> She chuckles as well, "You'd better not." She then looks him up and down before frowning softly. "I should take you back to Fifth Sanctum. This place has a way of… Claiming things that stay here too long."
<dragonwielder> Alden nods. "Yeah, as calming as the place is, I would like to go back." He really doed find it calming, with the library and the fireplace.
<BobaFettuccine> She nods and reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. "Don't forget to close your eyes." She says, about a minute later they're back in the common room, sitting on one of it's couches.
<dragonwielder> He once again picks up his bottle of coke and takes a sip. "That was…interesting."
<BobaFettuccine> She nods, once again blurry and timid. "T-t-thank y-you." She stands up and walks towards the door before pausing and turning back around. "T-t-talk again s-soon?"
<dragonwielder> He nods. "Oh yeah, you have a phone? We could trade numbers if you want."
<BobaFettuccine> "N-n-no p-phone." She frowns, "If you w-w-want to f-find me. I'm in t-the l-l-library or h-here usually." She then seems to have about reached the limits of her confidence as she just kind of disappears. Must have teleported somewhere.
<dragonwielder> He nods…then goes back to TV, noting to find her later.