Let's See What's In The Cards (Mmhm)
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kingdoms_of_auradonThe weather was still bitterly cold, and the snow was still thick on the ground, but it was finally possible to at least go outside by the front doors. The King and Queen have still forbidden anyone from staying overnight at the museum district in case it started snowing again. But the King could be seen outside trying to shovel snow enough to make a path to the castle at the least.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
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Morgana McCawber | Ducktales 2017 AU
Date: 2024-11-26 09:41 pm (UTC)Archie was still with Facilier, enduring who-knew-what. Then came the lamps, which provided her with a teasing reminder her sorta-boyfriend was not here and never would be. That event also cost her a heap of dignity with one of her so-called friends, and she was starting to feel very unappreciated. Combine all that with the hopelessness of possibly never leaving this stupid place, and... yep. very, very bitter.
How could it get any worse?
A dumb question.
She'd been practicing her guitar when the startling "future" memory occurs...
On the surface, it shouldn't be anything shocking. It's Morgana and her band - a female cyclops, a two-headed troll, and a Frankenstein's monster of a drummer. But within seconds, it's clear something is wrong. Morgana's red outfit has been replaced with pitch blackness, and there are mascara tears running down her face. They're not playing at a concert hall or theater - it's some sort of television news room, part of which has been destroyed due to the monstrous takeover.
Terrified cameramen are pointing at the band as they play. Around Morgana, a page that has been ripped in two is glowing. When she begins to sing, the cameramen's eyes begin to glaze over...
"NO!"
Morgana nearly dropped her guitar in horror, stumbling to her feet. "That... No! No, no, NO! I would NEVER use that spell! I wouldn't! I... I..." She began to shake, holding her arms as all the implications of what she saw dawned on her.
"That... that was my autograph I gave to Drake... why... why was it torn...?"