“M-mister Silver! Thank goodness I stumbled on you!”
The man yelling at you was the short, slightly pudgy person who ran the local bakery. You didn’t know him very well, because you never bought bread yourself, although you know he makes really good bread, considering you live with someone who does…
“That’s… not really my name..” you mumble, under your breath, but quickly decide it isn’t worth it. That damn nickname those clerks started over a year ago might as well be a real name now.
“Something I can help with?” you ask, as he runs along the cobblestone path that runs between the smaller homes and apartments in this part of the city.
“My baby’s been kidnapped!” he blurts out, red in the face and twisted with worry. You tilt your head. You really must not pay attention, cause you didn’t even know he was married…
“...I mean, I’d be happy to help, but wouldn’t making a formal request with the Guild, or talking to the police be be-”
“I can’t!” he follows up, almost yelling. “They said if they saw me go in either of those places, they’d hurt her!” he said, eyes welling up. “And they want me to bring my money to meet them in just an hour!”
You frown. That’s definitely serious, and there’s definitely not any way he could get word to authorities that quickly...if he had time he might be able to find a phone someone owned to use, but phones are still way too expensive for anyone around here to have in their house, you think. And phone booths were only being installed around the city center, right now…
“Alright, fine, I’ll do it.”
You go with him to a back alley in the neighborhood, hiding behind some crates to watch the exchange go.
It goes fairly well.
Until you cough, and get discovered, and the kidnapper responds with a knife.
...Which isn’t really a problem, he’s obviously not a seasoned criminal, and as such is more flailing with the knife than trying to attack you, so it’s not difficult to knock him on his butt and disarm him.
“Now where’s his daughter?” You demand.
The Kidnapper gives you the weirdest look. You give the most confused look back.
As the baker rushes past you, to return with.
A cat.
Huffing its belly fluff and calling it ‘baby’ repeatedly.
You stare with an expression that is a mixture of bafflement and mild irritation.
Your tone as you accept the baker’s thanks is very, very strained.
Your eyes go wide when you see your master hit the floor.
Of all the things you never expected to see in your life, that was the biggest.
Your best friend is over them, his face twisted in anger and shock. You.. you have to stop this. You have to get them apart. You rush forward to try and get them apart, to knock your friend away, you have to, you..
When you turn him around to shove, he hits you. And it’s not a light tap. His whole body twisted to send the blow through you. It’s something you don’t do to a person you aren’t trying to kill.
It hurts.
His strike hammers through you, like a nail.
Or tries to. It stops before it gets deep enough to kill you, at least you think. But the impact blurs your vision and is enough to knock you across the room onto your back. You can’t see anything. You can’t even breathe. It feels like your chest is paralyzed. You use the little energy you have to roll over, trying to crawl towards him. You can see his blurred form, and just barely make out a look of horror on their face.
They turn to leave the room, and you reach your hand out to them… but...everything goes dark.
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DUMB MEMORY
Date: 2017-03-23 04:35 am (UTC)The man yelling at you was the short, slightly pudgy person who ran the local bakery. You didn’t know him very well, because you never bought bread yourself, although you know he makes really good bread, considering you live with someone who does…
“That’s… not really my name..” you mumble, under your breath, but quickly decide it isn’t worth it. That damn nickname those clerks started over a year ago might as well be a real name now.
“Something I can help with?” you ask, as he runs along the cobblestone path that runs between the smaller homes and apartments in this part of the city.
“My baby’s been kidnapped!” he blurts out, red in the face and twisted with worry. You tilt your head. You really must not pay attention, cause you didn’t even know he was married…
“...I mean, I’d be happy to help, but wouldn’t making a formal request with the Guild, or talking to the police be be-”
“I can’t!” he follows up, almost yelling. “They said if they saw me go in either of those places, they’d hurt her!” he said, eyes welling up. “And they want me to bring my money to meet them in just an hour!”
You frown. That’s definitely serious, and there’s definitely not any way he could get word to authorities that quickly...if he had time he might be able to find a phone someone owned to use, but phones are still way too expensive for anyone around here to have in their house, you think. And phone booths were only being installed around the city center, right now…
“Alright, fine, I’ll do it.”
You go with him to a back alley in the neighborhood, hiding behind some crates to watch the exchange go.
It goes fairly well.
Until you cough, and get discovered, and the kidnapper responds with a knife.
...Which isn’t really a problem, he’s obviously not a seasoned criminal, and as such is more flailing with the knife than trying to attack you, so it’s not difficult to knock him on his butt and disarm him.
“Now where’s his daughter?” You demand.
The Kidnapper gives you the weirdest look.
You give the most confused look back.
As the baker rushes past you, to return with.
A cat.
Huffing its belly fluff and calling it ‘baby’ repeatedly.
You stare with an expression that is a mixture of bafflement and mild irritation.
Your tone as you accept the baker’s thanks is very, very strained.
TRAUMA MEMORY
Date: 2017-03-25 04:16 am (UTC)Of all the things you never expected to see in your life, that was the biggest.
Your best friend is over them, his face twisted in anger and shock. You.. you have to stop this. You have to get them apart. You rush forward to try and get them apart, to knock your friend away, you have to, you..
When you turn him around to shove, he hits you. And it’s not a light tap. His whole body twisted to send the blow through you. It’s something you don’t do to a person you aren’t trying to kill.
It hurts.
His strike hammers through you, like a nail.
Or tries to. It stops before it gets deep enough to kill you, at least you think. But the impact blurs your vision and is enough to knock you across the room onto your back. You can’t see anything. You can’t even breathe. It feels like your chest is paralyzed. You use the little energy you have to roll over, trying to crawl towards him. You can see his blurred form, and just barely make out a look of horror on their face.
They turn to leave the room, and you reach your hand out to them… but...everything goes dark.