For anyone stepping into this memory, they might be able to recognize the layout immediately as a kitchen. Definitely one that would come across as 'modern' for those from such worlds, but still has that feeling of a recently-moved-into home. Two men sit at table as the afternoon shadows slowly growing longer by the hour.
"...don't exactly remember going in there by myself," A brown-haired man in his mid-40s state humorously to a much older man, sipping on some dark coffee in his mug.
"Garula shit, Cor," The older man huffs. "The only reason it didn't feel that way was because Clarus had enough smarts to catch up with you. That big lug made sure you din't do any more stupid stuff that day. At least...nut'in that wuldn't get yer sorry ass killed."
"He was good about that..." Cor's smile slowly fades into a forlorn look. "He...certainly was..." He stares into his mug for a few moments. "...I forgot to apologize."
"Hn?"
"To Gladio. All that time at the Tempering Grounds, and I couldn't even think to apologize for not being there...for his father..."
The old man sighs wearily. "Like I said before, there was nothing ye could've done, back then--"
"Cid." Cor looks at him in that serious, stoic manner of his. "They were my brothers, Clarus and Regis...our brothers. I swore an oath that I would always be there for them, no matter what. And--" He voice breaks for a moment as he looks down into his mug. "...they sent me away when they needed me the most. By all rights, I should've followed my instincts and disobeyed Regis. But...I didn't."
Silence hangs in the air for a few moments, as the old man eyes Cor.
((OOC: not the end of the memory, but feel free to try and start waking up Cor anyway))
2 - Touchdown at the Center
Cor still feels rather disoriented, even after being given the basics by his rescuers. The speeches from the Center officials only helped with the slightly more basic stuff. But he doesn't stay still for long, instead opting to slowly make his way around the gathering in hopes of finding any familiar faces.
3 - Tommy
Cor still side-eyes his newly assigned companion, even as he slowly works on getting his iMog slate adjusted to his personal taste. Said companion is a Moogle - an honest-to-Astrals living Moogle - but one that has dyed his fur green and is wearing a burlap hoodie. There's even a little Moogle-sized lantern hanging off his belt on the side. If anyone's passing by, they might hear the following snippet:
"I said I'm fine. I don't need to be seeing any doctors right now."
"But you must! Kupooo...it's standard procedure. Please, Mr. Leonis?"
"I told you, just call me Cor."
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((OOC: Anything else you wanna thread out with this guy? Use this option and toss up your thing~!))
Cor Leonis - OTA
For anyone stepping into this memory, they might be able to recognize the layout immediately as a kitchen. Definitely one that would come across as 'modern' for those from such worlds, but still has that feeling of a recently-moved-into home. Two men sit at table as the afternoon shadows slowly growing longer by the hour.
"...don't exactly remember going in there by myself," A brown-haired man in his mid-40s state humorously to a much older man, sipping on some dark coffee in his mug.
"Garula shit, Cor," The older man huffs. "The only reason it didn't feel that way was because Clarus had enough smarts to catch up with you. That big lug made sure you din't do any more stupid stuff that day. At least...nut'in that wuldn't get yer sorry ass killed."
"He was good about that..." Cor's smile slowly fades into a forlorn look. "He...certainly was..." He stares into his mug for a few moments. "...I forgot to apologize."
"Hn?"
"To Gladio. All that time at the Tempering Grounds, and I couldn't even think to apologize for not being there...for his father..."
The old man sighs wearily. "Like I said before, there was nothing ye could've done, back then--"
"Cid." Cor looks at him in that serious, stoic manner of his. "They were my brothers, Clarus and Regis...our brothers. I swore an oath that I would always be there for them, no matter what. And--" He voice breaks for a moment as he looks down into his mug. "...they sent me away when they needed me the most. By all rights, I should've followed my instincts and disobeyed Regis. But...I didn't."
Silence hangs in the air for a few moments, as the old man eyes Cor.
((OOC: not the end of the memory, but feel free to try and start waking up Cor anyway))
2 - Touchdown at the Center
Cor still feels rather disoriented, even after being given the basics by his rescuers. The speeches from the Center officials only helped with the slightly more basic stuff. But he doesn't stay still for long, instead opting to slowly make his way around the gathering in hopes of finding any familiar faces.
3 - Tommy
Cor still side-eyes his newly assigned companion, even as he slowly works on getting his iMog slate adjusted to his personal taste. Said companion is a Moogle - an honest-to-Astrals living Moogle - but one that has dyed his fur green and is wearing a burlap hoodie. There's even a little Moogle-sized lantern hanging off his belt on the side. If anyone's passing by, they might hear the following snippet:
"I said I'm fine. I don't need to be seeing any doctors right now."
"But you must! Kupooo...it's standard procedure. Please, Mr. Leonis?"
"I told you, just call me Cor."
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((OOC: Anything else you wanna thread out with this guy? Use this option and toss up your thing~!))