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Memory 2-7
Memory: Master Huey never takes hostages, and he would never kill a kid just to use her as a warning. I think Chane knows that too, but she's just going along with this because she wants to rescue Master Huey. (Vol 02)
From which Game: 's game.
This is less of a memory (seen from another viewpoint) but a moral(?) belief that's important to note. So it's written from someone else, but assume it's icly from his own viewpoint ok ok.
Master Huey never takes hostages, and he would never kill a kid just to use her as a warning. I think Chane knows that too, but she's just going along with this because she wants to rescue Master Huey.
---
Memory: Sigh. What happened to cutting me open for research? Or interrogating me? (vol 08)
From which Game: 's game.
Huey smiled in casual agreement, and as he did so he remembered a conversation with Victor – it was the day he was brought to this cell, and the last private words exchanged between them.
"We‘ll have you licking our boots in time, Huey, because we got a cell prepared just for you in Alcatraz."
--- Sigh. What happened to cutting me open for research? Or interrogating me? If it is true that you can hear the cries of the prisoners from across the water, then my intelligence network would have no trouble operating.
"None of that. Actually, some higher-ups in the government would really like to see what‘s underneath your skin, and Nebula would really like to get their hands on you too. But don‘t worry. Or rather, I might as well say, you might as well give up any hopes of resistance now. If you have any spare energy left, you can use that to thank us. You will, Huey – just watch!"
--- give up hope?
"Listen up, trash. You‘re just a douchebag who doesn‘t have an ounce of understanding forhuman feeling, but you‘re also a genius, a mad, dangerous genius, and you don‘t look bad either. People will be bound to be deceived by you. You can run whatever experiments you like for the next year. Even if you kill yourself everyday for the next 374 days, be my guest. If you want to try and manipulate other people, go ahead."
"You wouldn‘t think so, but those politicians and researchers are naïve compared to you. I‘d give them three days before they fall under your spell. I know your drill. You‘d whisper some honey words to them in the beginning, the dribble venom into their ears with your forked tongue. Until some researcher would even decide, 'He's not a bad guy; if I'm more frank with him I'm sure he'll tell me what I need to know.' What a joke. Your poison would have jumbled his brain to the point it could run out of his nostrils. At this point he might even be convinced to loosen your shackles...and then on such and such a day we'd find everyone in the lab massacred and you gone. And then they'd start screaming at me, 'What...what is this?? Locate him immediately, Talbot! This is your responsibility!' I'm telling you, I refuse to let this scenario happen. Let me repeat, I REFUSE!!"
--- Such absolutism. And what a vivid imagination you have, Victor.
"Did you say imagination? Imagination is completely useless for trying to understand your twisted psyche. Is there anyone who you can say that truly understands you? Anyone?? Can you even think of one example?"
--- Elmer, or Denkuro...
"You're actually giving examples?? Do I look stupid? Do you really hate me so much?"
--- Absolutely not! My powers are limited - I cannot deceive people such as them.
"You really need to desist. To ordinary humans, we immortals are poison ourselves. I've already decided to retreat into my flask, but you're like airborne virus. Under such circumstances, there's no way I can let you run free."
--- Well, why don‘t you devour me?
"You must be joking. Your ̳memories‘ can be a trap. Suppose you hypnotized yourself at some point in the past to later one day declare ̳I am Huey.‘ If I eat you, I‘ll fall into your trap. Because if your hypnotism was strong enough, when your consciousness in my mind declares itself to be Huey, you‘ll utterly drag my consciousness in as well. That would be folly."
"What? Too many stars, can‘t count them?"
--- Oh no, no...all right, I admit that might be part of it. But Victor, don‘t you think you possess talents to be a playwright? It fascinates me.
"Really? Well, you can watch your own play unfold in your cell."
--- And I was considering speaking with you at length.
"I refuse. I don‘t believe that I can out-talk you in a rational conversation. Thank God our roles are that of an agent and a criminal. I never wanted you to understand anything about me, and I‘m not interested in understanding you. I am locking you up with all due procedures and no waste of breath."
--- Ah, you‘re still such a crude person.
"I do have some sympathy left. You won‘t see the sunshine for a long time, and for that, I pity you. Maybe it‘s all for the best – you won‘t know just how many years are going by. But when Nebula is taken care of, you will be released with all due procedures."
Victor‘s smug face swam in Huey‘s vision before it was replaced by the walls of his cell.
---
Skill: Regeneration
From which Game: 's game.
Clear-cut, if Huey gets cut or gets chopped into pieces, the body parts will move back to the body. However, if an eyeball gets locked in a jar or something, it can be used as a compass to find him.
Lol.
---
Memory: Personal Thoughts on the Immortal, Elmer C. Albatross, Written by: Huey Laforet (Immortal, Terrorist) (volume 5)
From which Game: 's game.
Elmer C. Albatross. My friend, and also the only person on earth who I think of as "human." Every other thing in this world - even my own daughter - is nothing more than material for my experiments. I thought of him for some reason today, this day before I put my plan into motion, and decided to put my thoughts down on paper lest I forget.
There was great despair in his past. No, maybe saying that there was nothing but despair would be a better expression. The man known as Elmer was born solely to be given despair. He was born as a living sacrifice to a cult. In other words, his own mother bore him in the hopes that he would become a sacrifice.
A noble sacrifice, he was abused as a sign of respect, and tortured as a sign of love. He was at the mercy of the dozens, no, hundreds, of twisted hopes that surrounded him. A decade passed, and lo, he was rescued. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he fell into new and deeper depths of despair.
The witch hunts that spread across the whole of Europe like wildfire - the power that had caused countless innocent souls to be wrongly accused... The influence of that power made itself known, at length, to that cult as well. The boy who was to be a living sacrifice was saved, just moments before the blade of sublimation fell upon his head. The boy who had been captured by heretics and doomed to death was then raised up as the boy who had been saved by God.
When I met him, five years after the events mentioned, he laughed as he explained his peculiar past to me.
"At that moment, I knew there was no such thing as God in this world. That's why I want to make people laugh by myself."
Though Elmer's smile was clear, I could not help but feel as though that very smile served to show the dark inside him.
"I don't know much about the emotion you call happiness. I don't even know if the expression my face is holding right now is a real smile. That might be why I want others to smile and be happy. I think maybe then, I'll be able to believe that my own smile is also genuine."
But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others?
I asked him this question and he laughed, as though it had only served to amuse him further.
"I see. Then that means that everything I do is a worthless act of self-satisfaction... Don't you think that's pretty funny?"
He is a happy man. As that thought rose in my mind, a tiny bit of envy made itself known in my heart, and at the same time I laughed in front of another person for the first time in my life.I have much to write still, but it seems the FBI's minions have arrived outside. My, my, Victor is unexpectedly impatie (the rest of the page is blank)
---
Memory: Huey Laforet would not sacrifice innocent bystanders. But to those who did not fall into that category—to those he labeled as "specimens"—he showed no mercy whatsoever. (Vol 08)
From which Game: Nyssa's game.
There was a reason why her father refused to sacrifice innocent bystanders in the name of his experiments. He'd told Chane, and only Chane, why. "Elmer would be sad," he'd said.
She'd never had the chance to meet this Elmer herself, but she could surmise easily enough that he was probably a friend of her father's. The only time that naked emotion showed on Huey's face was when he spoke of him. Inversely, of course, that meant that Huey was always slightly detached when speaking of others.
Anyway. Huey Laforet would not sacrifice innocent bystanders.
But to those who did not fall into that category—to those he labeled as "specimens"—he showed no mercy whatsoever.
---
Memory: But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others? (vol 5)
From which Game: The Sisters's game.
This memory was already written down! But this one is specifically referecing the actual moment in his past.
When I met him, five years after the events mentioned, he laughed as he explained his peculiar past to me.
"At that moment, I knew there was no such thing as God in this world. That's why I want to make people laugh by myself."
Though Elmer's smile was clear, I could not help but feel as though that very smile served to show the dark inside him.
"I don't know much about the emotion you call happiness. I don't even know if the expression my face is holding right now is a real smile. That might be why I want others to smile and be happy. I think maybe then, I'll be able to believe that my own smile is also genuine."
But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others?
I asked him this question and he laughed, as though it had only served to amuse him further.
"I see. Then that means that everything I do is a worthless act of self-satisfaction... Don't you think that's pretty funny?"
---
From which Game: 's game.
This is less of a memory (seen from another viewpoint) but a moral(?) belief that's important to note. So it's written from someone else, but assume it's icly from his own viewpoint ok ok.
Master Huey never takes hostages, and he would never kill a kid just to use her as a warning. I think Chane knows that too, but she's just going along with this because she wants to rescue Master Huey.
---
Memory: Sigh. What happened to cutting me open for research? Or interrogating me? (vol 08)
From which Game: 's game.
Huey smiled in casual agreement, and as he did so he remembered a conversation with Victor – it was the day he was brought to this cell, and the last private words exchanged between them.
"We‘ll have you licking our boots in time, Huey, because we got a cell prepared just for you in Alcatraz."
--- Sigh. What happened to cutting me open for research? Or interrogating me? If it is true that you can hear the cries of the prisoners from across the water, then my intelligence network would have no trouble operating.
"None of that. Actually, some higher-ups in the government would really like to see what‘s underneath your skin, and Nebula would really like to get their hands on you too. But don‘t worry. Or rather, I might as well say, you might as well give up any hopes of resistance now. If you have any spare energy left, you can use that to thank us. You will, Huey – just watch!"
--- give up hope?
"Listen up, trash. You‘re just a douchebag who doesn‘t have an ounce of understanding forhuman feeling, but you‘re also a genius, a mad, dangerous genius, and you don‘t look bad either. People will be bound to be deceived by you. You can run whatever experiments you like for the next year. Even if you kill yourself everyday for the next 374 days, be my guest. If you want to try and manipulate other people, go ahead."
"You wouldn‘t think so, but those politicians and researchers are naïve compared to you. I‘d give them three days before they fall under your spell. I know your drill. You‘d whisper some honey words to them in the beginning, the dribble venom into their ears with your forked tongue. Until some researcher would even decide, 'He's not a bad guy; if I'm more frank with him I'm sure he'll tell me what I need to know.' What a joke. Your poison would have jumbled his brain to the point it could run out of his nostrils. At this point he might even be convinced to loosen your shackles...and then on such and such a day we'd find everyone in the lab massacred and you gone. And then they'd start screaming at me, 'What...what is this?? Locate him immediately, Talbot! This is your responsibility!' I'm telling you, I refuse to let this scenario happen. Let me repeat, I REFUSE!!"
--- Such absolutism. And what a vivid imagination you have, Victor.
"Did you say imagination? Imagination is completely useless for trying to understand your twisted psyche. Is there anyone who you can say that truly understands you? Anyone?? Can you even think of one example?"
--- Elmer, or Denkuro...
"You're actually giving examples?? Do I look stupid? Do you really hate me so much?"
--- Absolutely not! My powers are limited - I cannot deceive people such as them.
"You really need to desist. To ordinary humans, we immortals are poison ourselves. I've already decided to retreat into my flask, but you're like airborne virus. Under such circumstances, there's no way I can let you run free."
--- Well, why don‘t you devour me?
"You must be joking. Your ̳memories‘ can be a trap. Suppose you hypnotized yourself at some point in the past to later one day declare ̳I am Huey.‘ If I eat you, I‘ll fall into your trap. Because if your hypnotism was strong enough, when your consciousness in my mind declares itself to be Huey, you‘ll utterly drag my consciousness in as well. That would be folly."
"What? Too many stars, can‘t count them?"
--- Oh no, no...all right, I admit that might be part of it. But Victor, don‘t you think you possess talents to be a playwright? It fascinates me.
"Really? Well, you can watch your own play unfold in your cell."
--- And I was considering speaking with you at length.
"I refuse. I don‘t believe that I can out-talk you in a rational conversation. Thank God our roles are that of an agent and a criminal. I never wanted you to understand anything about me, and I‘m not interested in understanding you. I am locking you up with all due procedures and no waste of breath."
--- Ah, you‘re still such a crude person.
"I do have some sympathy left. You won‘t see the sunshine for a long time, and for that, I pity you. Maybe it‘s all for the best – you won‘t know just how many years are going by. But when Nebula is taken care of, you will be released with all due procedures."
Victor‘s smug face swam in Huey‘s vision before it was replaced by the walls of his cell.
---
Skill: Regeneration
From which Game: 's game.
Clear-cut, if Huey gets cut or gets chopped into pieces, the body parts will move back to the body. However, if an eyeball gets locked in a jar or something, it can be used as a compass to find him.
Lol.
---
Memory: Personal Thoughts on the Immortal, Elmer C. Albatross, Written by: Huey Laforet (Immortal, Terrorist) (volume 5)
From which Game: 's game.
Elmer C. Albatross. My friend, and also the only person on earth who I think of as "human." Every other thing in this world - even my own daughter - is nothing more than material for my experiments. I thought of him for some reason today, this day before I put my plan into motion, and decided to put my thoughts down on paper lest I forget.
There was great despair in his past. No, maybe saying that there was nothing but despair would be a better expression. The man known as Elmer was born solely to be given despair. He was born as a living sacrifice to a cult. In other words, his own mother bore him in the hopes that he would become a sacrifice.
A noble sacrifice, he was abused as a sign of respect, and tortured as a sign of love. He was at the mercy of the dozens, no, hundreds, of twisted hopes that surrounded him. A decade passed, and lo, he was rescued. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he fell into new and deeper depths of despair.
The witch hunts that spread across the whole of Europe like wildfire - the power that had caused countless innocent souls to be wrongly accused... The influence of that power made itself known, at length, to that cult as well. The boy who was to be a living sacrifice was saved, just moments before the blade of sublimation fell upon his head. The boy who had been captured by heretics and doomed to death was then raised up as the boy who had been saved by God.
When I met him, five years after the events mentioned, he laughed as he explained his peculiar past to me.
"At that moment, I knew there was no such thing as God in this world. That's why I want to make people laugh by myself."
Though Elmer's smile was clear, I could not help but feel as though that very smile served to show the dark inside him.
"I don't know much about the emotion you call happiness. I don't even know if the expression my face is holding right now is a real smile. That might be why I want others to smile and be happy. I think maybe then, I'll be able to believe that my own smile is also genuine."
But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others?
I asked him this question and he laughed, as though it had only served to amuse him further.
"I see. Then that means that everything I do is a worthless act of self-satisfaction... Don't you think that's pretty funny?"
He is a happy man. As that thought rose in my mind, a tiny bit of envy made itself known in my heart, and at the same time I laughed in front of another person for the first time in my life.I have much to write still, but it seems the FBI's minions have arrived outside. My, my, Victor is unexpectedly impatie (the rest of the page is blank)
---
Memory: Huey Laforet would not sacrifice innocent bystanders. But to those who did not fall into that category—to those he labeled as "specimens"—he showed no mercy whatsoever. (Vol 08)
From which Game: Nyssa's game.
There was a reason why her father refused to sacrifice innocent bystanders in the name of his experiments. He'd told Chane, and only Chane, why. "Elmer would be sad," he'd said.
She'd never had the chance to meet this Elmer herself, but she could surmise easily enough that he was probably a friend of her father's. The only time that naked emotion showed on Huey's face was when he spoke of him. Inversely, of course, that meant that Huey was always slightly detached when speaking of others.
Anyway. Huey Laforet would not sacrifice innocent bystanders.
But to those who did not fall into that category—to those he labeled as "specimens"—he showed no mercy whatsoever.
---
Memory: But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others? (vol 5)
From which Game: The Sisters's game.
This memory was already written down! But this one is specifically referecing the actual moment in his past.
When I met him, five years after the events mentioned, he laughed as he explained his peculiar past to me.
"At that moment, I knew there was no such thing as God in this world. That's why I want to make people laugh by myself."
Though Elmer's smile was clear, I could not help but feel as though that very smile served to show the dark inside him.
"I don't know much about the emotion you call happiness. I don't even know if the expression my face is holding right now is a real smile. That might be why I want others to smile and be happy. I think maybe then, I'll be able to believe that my own smile is also genuine."
But can he, a man who knows not happiness or laughter, give that to others?
I asked him this question and he laughed, as though it had only served to amuse him further.
"I see. Then that means that everything I do is a worthless act of self-satisfaction... Don't you think that's pretty funny?"
---