Memories Of Action

Seemos

Yesterday, Graymorn came to my atelier, eager to listen on the accounts of certain passages of TayBalian history related to a pair of young witches of who very few know (shame on them) and who were pivotal in the preservation of TayBalê for a long time, in the years of the early career of Danae Bizzmark. Along with Niireme'a, who just came back in time, we spend an entertaining evening together as we disscussed history, witchcraft (one of Niireme'a's most beloved branches of Inexact Science), and a few rarities typical of a world like TayBalê during it's second renaissance.

Some time after Graymorn's departure, nevertheless, it seems I dozed off watching the stars from a window, and my mind walked through the avenue of memories as dreams took a hold of my mind, bringing me back to my days of training at Joujouka in Seminarium. I was back in the yellow building with the basic white and yellow assault armor, trying to scape an infestation of hostile bio-mechanical forms, quickly devouring and assimilating all sorts of dummy civilian characters, so I had to move rather quickly before the numbers were unmanageable. I must say I loved the armor functionality with this cool ability to blend together distinct types of gadgets and technologies from fallen foes, but I could never get too adjusted to the drill nor the speed of the events around me, so before I knew it, I was running of the place to the exit as the numbers were overwhelming against me. I can recall clearly falling from like 2 or 3 stories into the checkerboard surface and bringing the simulation to an end, all sprawled in the ground, watching the dotomyte beacon on the sky and breathing for my life as my stats displayed on my hud. I wonder why I would have dreamt of something like that all of a sudden.

Funny fact: I used to wear my hair short back then because it was far more comfortable when putting on the helmet of the armor.

- Seemos Yantra