Memory Cave

[voidtreckermods]

After the passengers see a glimpse of a life that is not their own they appear in a cave. It is light, a strange moss glowing on the walls and ceiling illuminates the cave nicely and it is large enough for them to pace around in without trouble.

They are not alone. In the cave with them is another voidtrecker. Maybe someone they know well, maybe someone they have only seen in the aisles of the train. But they are together in this cave together.

The cave has no exit, at least not yet. They know that it will, eventually. When the time is right.

But for that time to come, they first must talk...

(OOC: For reference: memories!)

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[sensitiveapple]

Misa stares around, and then she turns, hearing Joss. No. This... that wasn't the Joss she knows. Yes, he'd been a vampire, but the cold, dead creature in what she'd seen? That is not Joss.

"You were drinking blood." She says, softly, her voice quivering. Misa clears her throat, and tries again. "Talking to someone, about an inn?" She's not sure what a 'coaching inn' is, though. "But there were other children upstairs. You told them it was time."

[dredefulchilde]

Well, that’s a far cry from the domestic scene he’d seen in Misa’s memories.

Joss looks solemn. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says, earnestly.

“I told you before: I am very, very old, and I am not particularly fond of the person I used to be. I was a monster, a killer with a child’s face. I created more monsters in my image—-those children you saw. I made them into vampires.”

[sensitiveapple]

She turns to look at him, takes his hands. "No one has to remain a monster. That you changed means something to me, Joss." And she means it. The fact that he recognizes what a bad person he used to be and changed? That's huge. It doesn't completely absolve him by any means, but it does mean he's trying, and that's all she can ask of anyone.

"What did you see?" She asks, suddenly worried that he'd seen her... less than stellar moments.

[dredefulchilde]

He looks away. “Mostly, what I remember about that time is how utterly lost and alone I felt. I tried to convince myself that I was happy, that wresting control of London’s vampire society would fill the void somehow, but it didn’t. Instead it got all of the Children killed, about a century after what you saw. They made me watch as they were executed. And then I was banished, for over 100 years.”

It’s not a time he particularly wants to remember. How strange it is that this is the memory Misa saw.

He brightens a bit. “It was a happy one,” he assures Misa. “You were sat at the kitchen table, doing homework. The dark blue...twiwhatsit said you’d done well, and the pig woman gave you a treat. You felt warm and loved.”

[sensitiveapple]

"London? Is that a planet?" She asks, a bit confused by what he's talking about. But she can tell it bothers him. She knows what it's like to be completely alone, so she takes his hand. "Why did you want to rule it?" She asks, curious.

She then smiles a bit, her eyes going soft. "Twi'lek. Hurog, most likely." She admits. "Probably a night I had off, so I was in the kitchen while the other courtesans worked. Freema is the cook. I don't know her species. She makes these tarts and I love them."

[dredefulchilde]

"A city," Joss corrects gently. "A very large city, in fact, on an island called Great Britain, on a planet called Earth. My home." As to the second question, he frowns, considering. "I...well, I suppose I wanted to show the adults how much power I really had. I'd made this army of kids who were thrown away by the grown ups, just as I had been, and we wanted to take control away from the people who had hurt us. I...I suppose that made me happy, back then. Getting revenge."

Now it just makes him feel empty. Especially with what happened next.

"I didn't get it, you know. Revenge. I did, however, control a part of London for about one hundred years before it was taken from me by force."

He brightens when she does. "That tart did look quite delicious. And it smelled lovely. In the memory I could tell how happy you were to get it. What...what do you do when you're on duty?"

Surely, she's still to young to...

[sensitiveapple]

"Revenge almost never works." She says, softly. "I've seen it destroy courtesans in the House." She doesn't like remembering the blood pouring out of Kilanka's belly, as Yrlana stood over her with a vibroknife in the hallway of the House. But the memory is there. And then Yrlana was dragged away by the guards.

"I'm sorry you lost your home." She knows what that feels like.

"On duty? I play the lute, sometimes accompany someone when they sing. I play games with the patrons. Cards, chess, all sorts of things." She looks at him, a smile twitching her lips. "Did you think I serviced them?"