Who are you? Why do you have this blog? You are on a quest to remember.
(( roleplay blog for a very AU version of the dolorosa from homestuck ))
==> Call papa!!
Well okay.
You think its worth a shot.
You bring the phone to one ear and wait as the ringer starts up. You can only imagine who might pick up at the other end.
==> explore the noisy city.
Right, good plan. You take a few steps out, then a few more steps out. Some people wave to you as you pass them, neighbors perhaps. You don’t know, you cant remember their faces quite right.
You walk a fair distance, passing some familiar places, some not so familiar ones, and then you found yourself walking without really knowing where you were going. You started to panic a bit, but kept going, hoping to run into something you might remember.
You aimlessly pass by an apartment building several times before swerving around and then walking around a block in circles.
Great now you were lost.
Finding a bench you sat down, feeling something poke at you from your back pocket, you reach in and find some kind of mobile phone.
You check your small mobile device, and search around your contacts. Maybe one of these people could help.
You dont know who they are, who should you try first?
What losers could have such embarrassing names put on them?
You wake up with a start.
Wait who are you? You cant quite seem to remember much of anything other than you are a fairly old female troll… Name .. Name.. You need a name..
Mari.. Maria?.. no no..Marianne.. Yes! Marianne. The Dolorosa. It seems to be coming to you.. yes… You…
You need to lay down is what you need to do.
Your head is positively pounding as hard as a drum.
You find your way over to a couch from the hard floor you originally woke upon.
You look around the small.. hive?
no.. No you’re not on Alternia any longer.. it is a house.. an apartment.
You dont know exactly what brought you here at the moment.
You shake your head, it is still pounding. But you need to remember more. You look around at the pictures your past self had hung so lovingly around the place. A man with wings, who was he? You cant quite remember much about him or the large seemingly highblooded troll who stood next to him. (suddenly that term.. “highblooded” makes you remember your own blood color, a jade hue is it? That makes sense)
What was the next picture? A small grub.. Your grub? Yes! you remember the grub somewhat, it appears you have a strong motherly instinct.
What was his name again? Pan.. Pangar.. Pangar seems right. You seem to remember his antics just fine.
You get up and walk outside, and are instantly greeted with the noise of a city. You seem astonished you would even live in this place. It is quite loud and makes your head hurt worse.
You come to the idea you have a lot more to remember.
What should you do?
In light of recent events, your life is now rebooting. You will retain memories (loosing a few however is only fair. )
Well. We may have underestimated how much you would forget.
