It was an awfully stranger mission, this time. Mura’s duty was also to throw a glance at the requests that the Fairy Tail Guild were handed – in this day and age through direct means from clients rather than through the Magic Council, who still didn’t have the time or energy to acknowledge them as an official guild in Fiore again… well, whatever. Fairy Tail was doing very well on its own, two feet, and it wasn’t as if they were completely without allies watching their backs.
A-Anyway, back to the mission… there was a strange request that was written quite unprofessionally. It lacked much detail and merely explained that there was something called an ‘anti-meme’ or anti-memorial object, entity or phenomenon in Hargeon. Someone had found a Lacrima from a lost Archive Mage who, at first hearing, might as well have spoken in tongues – they kept describing something nearby that they were searching for as:
‘It’s not here…’
‘It’s not a dolphin…’
‘It’s not a marine animal…’
‘It’s not a house…’
‘It’s not a horse…’
‘It’s not a hoofed mammal…’
‘It’s not a bird…’
It’s not- it’s not- it’s not- that was a recurring phrase in the paper, quoting the Archives received from the found Lacrima. Ever since then, people have speculated if some magical artifact was present in Hargeon, and a certain other Archive Mage came to the conclusion that whatever it was, it might’ve… or might’ve not - depended really – had the ability to completely erase people’s memories of it in almost any way, shape or form, through viewing it, talking about it or reading about it… oh, wait a second-
Maybe the client who wrote this hadn’t seen it, but Mura was still technically reading about ‘it’? There was even a note in the middle of the text that said in bold red: ‘Write a note on yourself, that you can convince yourself with’. A clever way to make oneself continue with the objective that they laid out, even if they were to forget the purpose completely.
Urgh… his head was already spinning, but Mura managed to manipulate the metallic fabric and write a note on his mechanical arm that said ‘Go to Hargeon Town, find weird mind object that makes you forget, you forgot why, so take someone with you’.
…
And just as the paper warned, the moment Mura walked out of the office, his mind reset. He was suddenly smiling, feeling like he needed a drink downstairs.
And vupti, like he had no other business today, he enjoyed a cold, fine sake on a late Magnolian afternoon. It wasn’t exactly the time to drink sake, but he didn’t really care – what he did care for was the completion of the guild hall’s renovation! Damn, what a beauty… hopefully, it would stand for far longer than before.
While he paid no mind to it, as he had already been under the influence of the anti-memorial object, his mechanical arm still held the written phrase that would help him continue on his mission… all needed now was a curious soul to read it.
WC: 521
Thread TWC: 521
A-Anyway, back to the mission… there was a strange request that was written quite unprofessionally. It lacked much detail and merely explained that there was something called an ‘anti-meme’ or anti-memorial object, entity or phenomenon in Hargeon. Someone had found a Lacrima from a lost Archive Mage who, at first hearing, might as well have spoken in tongues – they kept describing something nearby that they were searching for as:
‘It’s not here…’
‘It’s not a dolphin…’
‘It’s not a marine animal…’
‘It’s not a house…’
‘It’s not a horse…’
‘It’s not a hoofed mammal…’
‘It’s not a bird…’
It’s not- it’s not- it’s not- that was a recurring phrase in the paper, quoting the Archives received from the found Lacrima. Ever since then, people have speculated if some magical artifact was present in Hargeon, and a certain other Archive Mage came to the conclusion that whatever it was, it might’ve… or might’ve not - depended really – had the ability to completely erase people’s memories of it in almost any way, shape or form, through viewing it, talking about it or reading about it… oh, wait a second-
Maybe the client who wrote this hadn’t seen it, but Mura was still technically reading about ‘it’? There was even a note in the middle of the text that said in bold red: ‘Write a note on yourself, that you can convince yourself with’. A clever way to make oneself continue with the objective that they laid out, even if they were to forget the purpose completely.
Urgh… his head was already spinning, but Mura managed to manipulate the metallic fabric and write a note on his mechanical arm that said ‘Go to Hargeon Town, find weird mind object that makes you forget, you forgot why, so take someone with you’.
…
And just as the paper warned, the moment Mura walked out of the office, his mind reset. He was suddenly smiling, feeling like he needed a drink downstairs.
And vupti, like he had no other business today, he enjoyed a cold, fine sake on a late Magnolian afternoon. It wasn’t exactly the time to drink sake, but he didn’t really care – what he did care for was the completion of the guild hall’s renovation! Damn, what a beauty… hopefully, it would stand for far longer than before.
While he paid no mind to it, as he had already been under the influence of the anti-memorial object, his mechanical arm still held the written phrase that would help him continue on his mission… all needed now was a curious soul to read it.
WC: 521
Thread TWC: 521
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