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Post by Orexas on May 5, 2009 6:53:35 GMT -7
“We’ve met.” Nayla walked in farther. “Just, not in your past, but in mine….”
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 5, 2009 16:03:46 GMT -7
Amaya rose an eyebrow-- this girl obviously had no idea how crazy she sounded right now. Two pasts that never crossed, but did... This was more confusing than a badly written sci-fi...
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Post by Orexas on May 6, 2009 11:03:19 GMT -7
"And yes, I know I'm sounding really confusing right now. But..., I blame that on the fact that I have two pasts." Nayla said, noticing Amaya's raised eyebrow.
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 6, 2009 17:38:29 GMT -7
Amaya blinked... Yep; she had somehow been sent into a bad sci-fi movie... When were the huge gun fights and explosions going to start? ((WARNING: Inward cynisism and sarcasm alert!))
((Sora, your not giving me much to work with here... Ask another question or something...!))
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Post by Orexas on May 12, 2009 7:34:16 GMT -7
Nayla sat down on Amaya’s bed, it was going to take awhile to explain. “Okay, so, yes, I’m aware of the fact that this does seem like a bad sci-fi movie, but, it’s not…, although if it was, the huge gun fights and explosions would be starting…” She glanced down at her watchless wrist. “In, five, four, three, two, one. Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” She had to laugh silently, that was just amusing. “But since it isn’t, that didn’t happen. We’re both still sitting here. Anyway, I was born with the ability to grant my own wishes, but I’ve only used it three times, because every time I use it, I lose a year of life. And, the second wish I granted myself is the reason that you don’t remember me.
((Ashe, work with me, have Amaya start to remember some of it, or at least remember a girl that looked a lot like Nayla who had the same gifted as Nayla.))
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 12, 2009 14:53:47 GMT -7
Amaya rose an eyebrow. <<No, if this were a bad sci-fi, there would be a horrible rip off of Star Trek and I would be giving you the Vulkan Nerve Pinch right now.>> She made the motion of said pinch as she said it.
After a moment, a little shock managed to jump synapses somewhere...
<<I... guess... it sounds... kind of... familiar...>> She spoke slowly and quietly, not totally certain of the fuzzy 'memory'.
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Post by Orexas on May 12, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -7
"Okay, well, anyway, you'll probably remember more as I explain more. My ex-best friend, Serryna, and I went to Clayson's freshman year, and we shared a room with you, because there used to be building that had fifteen rooms in it and each room could be shared by four people, and we were in room 13. That building no longer exists, why, I have no idea, but something in other's pasts caused it to not be built. Also, Serryna and I knew James, and Serryna is part of the reason that James visited quite frequently." If mentioning James didn't do, then, what would?
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 12, 2009 15:31:51 GMT -7
Amaya rose an eyebrow. <<No clue who you're talking about...>> She didn't know anyone named 'James', although she aparently was supposed to...
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Post by Orexas on May 12, 2009 15:34:22 GMT -7
"You don't know your own brother?!" Of course, she had failed to mention the fact that the James she was talking about was her Amaya's brother, but..., she'd thought that Amaya'd get it.
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 12, 2009 15:36:03 GMT -7
Amaya let her lip twitch into a bit of a smirk. <<Nice try. Almost had me going there. But, if you really knew me, you'd know I don't have a bother.>>
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Post by Orexas on May 12, 2009 15:37:32 GMT -7
"Uh..., okay... I'm confused...." And she was. Very much so.
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 12, 2009 15:39:57 GMT -7
<<It happens.>> Amaya leaned back against the window sill. <<Anything else you want to try to convince me of?>>
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Post by Orexas on May 12, 2009 15:44:59 GMT -7
Wow..., either Amaya was being stubborn, she was getting her facts wrong, or Amaya's memories of the actual past were so buried that it was difficult for her to remember. "Well, anyway, Serryna and I went to Clayson's and we shared a room with you, and Serryna was being possessed, and the person possessing her turned her into a serial killer, and you and I figured out who was possessing her, I killed her, even though it seemed[/i] like she died of natural causes, because I wished her dead using my power. And, Serryna's mind was so weak, that it left her insane, and she continued being a serial killer. And she tried to kill me if I didn't tell her my deepest darkest secret, which no ones ever[/i] allowed to hear, and I didn't, so she tried to kill me, and I wished her dead, and because of that, the past all changed."
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Post by [no]NEMO[one] on May 12, 2009 15:50:08 GMT -7
Amaya blinked. <<Now it's a bad rip off of a Stephen King novel...>> She muttered.
((Hint for Aryna: Same lines, just try and hit with someone closer to home; i.e. someone she had to know in this chronology. ;]))
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Post by Orexas on May 13, 2009 7:19:18 GMT -7
“Will your memories stop being stubborn?!!!!!!!!!” Amaya wasn’t being stubborn, Amaya was just being Amaya, her memories were being stubborn. “Anyway, my calling your memories stubborn has nothing to do with your being stubborn, and I know you should be able to remember, but the only problem is, I don’t know how buried they are. Oh! Your parents, how old were you when they died?” Hopefully that wouldn’t bring back bad memories, but, if she was right, then she was a lot younger when they died.
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