There might not be any getting used to these surreal memories they're interrupting or the nightmarish reality that their school has become, but Aris is beginning to feel somewhat more grounded the longer the night goes on. He wants it to be over and he wants all their friends to be safe, but at least now he knows what to do and what to expect.
Or, at least, he thinks he does.
Stepping into this memory that's so vividly familiar to him is immediately disorienting. Seeing that him that isn't him, Aristotle 2.0 with the perfect hair and the broad shoulders, and hearing his own words being recited like lines from a script, makes him stop and stare. The content of those words doesn't help either. He feels his face flush with heat and he shakes his head, protesting thoughtlessly, "Hey..." The fact that this must be the mystery girl's memory only occurs to him afterward and his attention turns to her instead.
Unlike his doppelganger, her mask is still on. But without the distorting influence of magic, isn't she...more familiar? Her voice. Her posture. The way that her long hair falls down her back. His mind stutters, refusing to make that final jump just yet.
MEMORY: Unmasked
Or, at least, he thinks he does.
Stepping into this memory that's so vividly familiar to him is immediately disorienting. Seeing that him that isn't him, Aristotle 2.0 with the perfect hair and the broad shoulders, and hearing his own words being recited like lines from a script, makes him stop and stare. The content of those words doesn't help either. He feels his face flush with heat and he shakes his head, protesting thoughtlessly, "Hey..." The fact that this must be the mystery girl's memory only occurs to him afterward and his attention turns to her instead.
Unlike his doppelganger, her mask is still on. But without the distorting influence of magic, isn't she...more familiar? Her voice. Her posture. The way that her long hair falls down her back. His mind stutters, refusing to make that final jump just yet.