His name is blurred out in the entire memory. (any mention of Dino's name is too).
He's clearly the chairman on some sort of school committee judging by his "public morals" armband. That explains his fixation with discipline and order.
There's some sort of trial or competition, battling for mafia rings and they (someone called Tsuna) want Skylark to join their family and fight it out with another family over the right to the rings. You're a ring bearer, Skylark! Join us!
...uh. Wait, is that Mercury on HSS? He wants to discuss the ring Skylark just received.
Seems like Mercury knows the baby (what baby?) which means he must be strong.
Skylark has no effing interest in the mafia or rings or helping anyone, but hey if you're strong, let me bite you to death.
This is apparently a training montage memory spanning over several days where Skylark's being trained by Mercury in preparation for the ring trials.
Though Skylark only agreed because of the promise of a fight with someone strong. That doesn't add up though, because...
...there's a clear difference between the weak herbivore on HSS and the man in Skylark's memory. This is jarring and annoying. The man who was bullied by his pokemon horse can't possibly be strong enough to beat Skylark in a fight.
But if he isn't weak, Skylark wants to beat him up.
Skylark is a fucking tank but Mercury is still clearly stronger than him.
Using tonfas is clearly Skylark's destiny.
He isn't above extortion and threats and has pride the size of a mountain. No one comes to his rooftop and claims to be better than him.
He ENJOYS fighting. Especially fighting people stronger than him so he can watch them grovel before him. But he's stubborn as a mule and refuses to be "trained" by someone else. The fact that he's easily caught off guard by Mercury's sleuth means he's not strong enough, though he doesn't want to admit it and just wants to bite him to death even more. Don't tell me what to do!
He does accept the challenge from Mercury at the end of the memory even if the outcome of that fight isn't revealed here.
The memory itself doesn't have much more information, just fights, being ticked off at Mercury and wanting to kick his ass.
MAIN PART STILL WRITTEN IN SECOND PERSON because I'm too lazy to change it.
The first part of this memory is fairly uninteresting, though annoying as he informs someone of their friend getting attacked. He has a very inspiring ringtone on his phone thank you very much. And he's determined to deal with this problem of someone trying to beat up the students at his school and disturb the peace. Because that shit won't fly.
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Someone's been wreaking havoc on your turf, your beloved Namimori, and you won't stand for that. You're the law and order, so here you are, walking through some dilapidated and ruined old school building to find your target and bite them to death. The floor is littered with broken glass and gravel, furniture carelessly thrown into corners and doors hanging off hinges. You suppose some people would call it spooky, but you're not some people and honestly you don't care.
There's henchmen trying to stop you but they're inconsequential and weak, not at all a match for you, and you leave unconscious(?) bodies in your wake as you delve deeper into their lair. The room you arrive at is dark, the only light coming from the broken windows to your side.
“You’re finally here.” A figure hidden in shadow addresses you as you enter.
“Are you the ringleader of this mischief?” because you’re ready to dole out punishment to this criminal.
A chuckle, a quite infuriating one, actually. “Something like that. Next, we’ll bring a new order to your town.”
As it happens, that statement itself ticks you off even more and you glare at the shadowy bastard who has yet to show his face. “You must be thick. This place does not require two orders.” You’re the only order here, you don’t need an upstart coming around causing havoc.
With a leer, the other leans forward somewhat, a smile the only visible feature on his face. “Indeed. I agree wholeheartedly. Since I’m taking over, we don’t need you.”
You counter with a dark smile of your own. This person is quickly going on your list of people you’d like to beat to a pulp. You bring your tonfa up. “That will not happen. You meet your end here, right now. Do you wish to die in your seat?”
Another chuckle. “What an interesting thing to say. I’m sitting down because there’s no need for me to stand.”
You are definitely done giving this person more air to breathe. “I’m done talking to you. Get up.”
The man doesn’t move, voice strangely laced with amusement. “Suit yourself. It’s just that if you don’t talk now, you may not get the chance to do so ever again.”
You’re about to reply to the obvious ridiculousness of his statement when you feel your body stiffen in cold sweat and you feel as if you’ve been frozen on the spot.
“Hm~? You’re breaking into a sweat now? What could possibly be wrong, hm?” The smile in his voice is unmistakable and laced with fake concern. The sheer audacity of this person makes you want to tear into him, but you can’t move.
You can feel your breath catch in your throat as it closes up slightly and you struggle to get the words out, it's painful, anger simmering at the surface of your mind. “Shut up.”
“I was just worried about you, that’s all. Come on now, pull yourself together, hm?” The voice is suddenly moving and you wonder if your grasp of reality is shifting, because suddenly he’s on the other side of the room. What kind of mind games is this? “Hello, I’m over here. You know, I had to import them from overseas. Haha, you really are weak to them, aren’t you?”
It’s with difficulty you turn to look at him just in time to see him push a button on a device in his hand and the room is bathed in cherry blossom petals raining down on the both of you. You distantly hear him speaking still, but all you can do is stare up at the sea of pink, your body locking up completely and utterly. It’s almost bad enough you can’t even take a single breath for a moment, eyes wide in shock as your body shuts down. This ridiculous weakness of yours defies logic and you hate it with the entire fiber of your being. You’re going to kill whoever gave it to you.
For a while, you don’t know for how long, you’re vaguely aware of the searing pain of being brutally beaten down while you can’t defend yourself. You can feel bones cracking under your skin, your ribs breaking. Something punctured your lung, as if it wasn't already hard to breathe. The moment you get some clarity back, you feel a hand grabbing your hair, tugging you up like a ragdoll to look at the man leering down at you. He has a strange face, one eye emblazoned with a kanji character, but your vision is fuzzy and you can't quite make it out.
“Oho. Your face is saying ‘How did he know about my weakness?’ I wonder why, hm?”
You try to move, but it's useless, your muscles aren't listening. You can feel your insides turning on themselves in agony and blood is spilling over your lips as you can’t even speak, so you settle for glaring holes in his skull, willing him to drop dead. The moment you can move again, you will definitely kill him for this. If he didn’t have this hold on you, you would take him down in an instant, beat his face in and remove that smile from it, permanently. You feel weak and insulted beyond belief. He won't face you head on, using tricks and mindfuckery to take you down, and you decide you really hate this kind of person. The desire to murder him is overwhelming in your struggle to keep yourself conscious. He drops your hair and you slump over, trying to brace yourself with your arms against the concrete floor, barely able to cough up the blood lodged in your throat before you glare up at him from behind your bangs.
“Oh? Are you thinking if there was no cherry blossoms, you’d be fine? If so, you are dead wrong. I have seen many equal to your level in skill, and every time I’ve buried them,” he looks down at you as if you’re as inconsequential as a bug to be crushed under the sole of his shoe. ”In a place much like hell.” The cheerful malice and sadism in his voice is infuriating. Actually scratch that, everything about this man is infuriating. He reaches out again, grabbing a hold of your hair, tugging at it painfully to pull you to your feet, his hold being the only thing keeping you upright.
How on earth does a weakness to flowers work? This is beyond ridiculous and infuriating in every single way possible.
Being treated like a bug to be squished is beyond any complicated and angry feeling he's ever had.
There sure is torture in this memory. It's painful, prolonged, and he can't move to protect himself, he can't move to beat them up, he can't move.
The strange combination of rage and some sort of panic sets in, and he's never been this utterly overwhelmed before
The strange man he wants to kill manages to break every single bone in his body, for sports, for fun, and it's difficult to breathe, he probably punctured a lung.
There is fighting and then there's this. This isn't fighting. Face me for real!
It suddenly cuts off, in the middle of additional punches and attacks and it almost feels as if he's passing out, but not quite?
He's forced to stay awake, though, as if his brain is caught in a never ending fog. He's convinced that bastard is doing it, somehow.
... the thought of dying does cross his mind once during this altercation, because there's no indication of him dying or living. The fact that it could go both ways is... it's unacceptable. He won't accept it. He can't accept it. He's not this weak.
The memory itself isn't too eventful, but more filled with a slew of different emotions.
Skylark is coming to in a dark room, the only sound he makes a barely concealed hitched breath. The feeling of broken bones is overwhelming, limbs protesting and snapping as he tries his best to move to a sitting position, but it's a losing battle, for the moment. It's clear he's been tortured and beaten to literally the brink of death and there's not a lot of his person that isn't covered in his own blood.
It's all he can do to not pass out, taking short and labored breaths, getting air back into his lungs. Everything hurts: his bones, his body, his muscles are all screaming in agony by the slightest of movements. But even so it doesn't hold a candle to his damaged pride. He's angry, downright coldly furious because of that man, who dared trample on his pride and treat him like worthless dirt. He couldn't move, couldn't fight back and he was brought within an inch of his life. And yet... he's alive, because he's strong.
Apparently, his phone has somehow survived the ordeal as the usual Namimori middle school anthem plays in the quiet room. His school, his town, his pride. He shifts slowly to try and spot where it is, fingers brushing over it, pulling it closer. He doesn't pick up the call, and the phone quiets down again. The room doesn't, though, as a gentle bird trill answers in kind, mimicking the melody of the anthem. Skylark glances up towards the sound just as something round and fluffy drops down to settle beside his hand resting over his phone. A bird, a small, yellow bird.
It proudly finishes its song before tilting its head at Skylark, and Skylark lifts his hand, holding it out, palm up, towards it. It doesn't hesitate for more than a few seconds before hopping into his hand with small, quiet twitters. It's quite cute, and charming, the way it keeps chittering on notes and verses from the song. It's a calming feeling.
"Hey, little one," his voice sounds gravely in his own ears and small cuts and bruises reopens at the movement, filling his mouth with the taste of blood, so he opts not to say anything else than that. It's with some effort he again attempts to sit up despite the pain, this time managing to settle with his back against the wall, hand still cradling the yellow ball of feathers. It dips and hops around on his palm and he watches its ministrations for a moment before bringing his thumb over to gently rub it's head. It tweets at the attention, and flaps its wings, burrowing into the touch. It's a grounding feeling, easing some of his mood, and he's a little taken back by it, not entirely sure what to do with the emotion. Slowly, he brings the hand down to the floor, letting the bird hop away, though it's staying nearby for some reason, trilling the tunes of the anthem on and off.
Skylark's tired, and he drops his forehead to a knee, breath labored from only that movement alone. He's getting out of here, one way or another. That insolent cur will regret he didn't kill Skylark when he had the chance.
- Nothing new, he hates whoever tortured him and beat him half to death. - He will kill this individual or hell will freeze over. - He's not dead! This is a very strange feeling of minor relief he doesn't want to feel again because he's not weak. - Not that it matters because it's completely overshadowed by his damaged pride. - Birds are cute. Birds who sing the Namimori middle school anthem are overwhelmingly adorable. - Skylark likes birds? Cute animals? As long as it's really small and tries its best. - This is definitely a gentle side he doesn't equip often. - The bird can stay, the bird is calming and has great taste in songs. - It's an odd calm, a grounding feeling he appreciates, and it helps him level his anger. - You now know the Namimori middle school anthem.
TAKEAWAYS: - Yep. He definitely just dropped out of a helicopter to fight a kickass lady with an incredible boob window. That's a thing. - It's a battle for pride, and a battle between families. The details are muddy, but Skylark's just there for the fight, and cares little for the family feud. - HIS PRIDE IS LITERALLY NOT GIVING UP HIS DISCIPLINE. The armband is VERY specific. - The lady is Adelheid, and she's somewhat similar to Skylark, though a lot less calm. - Skylark insults the "weak herbivores" in the same breath as he also says some herbivores will find a way to survive and holds up a... hedgehog and telling her it will be her downfall. - So he's got another cute animal companion! The hedgehog Roll! ... He's not very good at pet names. Somewhere in here, "Hibird" is a name that is on his mind off screen, for simplicity's sake. - Cambio forma! Transformation sequence! What. - He transforms with his so called "Vongola Gear". Apparently his tonfa are seriously high tech like this, as they extend into chains? He uses the weapon and his powers seamlessly, clearly very acclimated to it. - Skylark is a tank. This is not news. He's extra tanky here, though. - So Skylark has a soft spot or some measure of respect for weak animals, herbviores. Who would have thought? He gently asks his bird to not block his view in the middle of a fight, as if he's talking about the rain. - This doesn't line up with his current emotional view of these people, so something must have happened inbetween. He asks the leader of the family he's supposedly ...assisting, to watch him. He's got some sort of interest in this individual, almost in a "watch and learn" way, which is very out of character for him. - Who even knew Skylark could be reassuring, encouraging? Sure, it's to his own pet freaking out from falling from a CLIFF, but you know. Beggars can't be choosers. - Yawns himself through the battle, overconfident as usual. Though his overconfidence is actually also just. Confidence, in this case. - He defeats 500 so called "blizzardroids" in a matter of minutes, slashing them to bits. Even when they come back, he makes short work of them. - Eventually he defeats his opponen. - There's talk about his affinity with Clouds. He's the Cloud guardian and also part of a mafia family. Even when he says he isn't siding with them, he's just doing what he wants. Okay sure. - The leader of the Vongola family is apparently affiliated with the Sky and Skylark just says it's because of the Sky that the Cloud can move freely. No matter how much he denies it, he's definitely embraced his role as Cloud Guardian here. - Though eventually he'll bite the sky to death too.
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Memory 1 - Training montage
Date: 2019-08-24 11:21 am (UTC)Chapter 87 page 9-14
Chapter 89 page 9-10
Re: Memory 1 - Training montage
Date: 2019-08-24 12:20 pm (UTC)Addendum
Date: 2019-12-30 01:10 am (UTC)Memory 3 - Kokyou Land
Date: 2019-08-24 11:34 am (UTC)Chapter 63 page 2-4 & 7-9
Re: Memory 3 - Kokyou Land
Date: 2019-10-19 09:36 pm (UTC)The first part of this memory is fairly uninteresting, though annoying as he informs someone of their friend getting attacked. He has a very inspiring ringtone on his phone thank you very much. And he's determined to deal with this problem of someone trying to beat up the students at his school and disturb the peace. Because that shit won't fly.
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Someone's been wreaking havoc on your turf, your beloved Namimori, and you won't stand for that. You're the law and order, so here you are, walking through some dilapidated and ruined old school building to find your target and bite them to death. The floor is littered with broken glass and gravel, furniture carelessly thrown into corners and doors hanging off hinges. You suppose some people would call it spooky, but you're not some people and honestly you don't care.
There's henchmen trying to stop you but they're inconsequential and weak, not at all a match for you, and you leave unconscious(?) bodies in your wake as you delve deeper into their lair. The room you arrive at is dark, the only light coming from the broken windows to your side.
“You’re finally here.” A figure hidden in shadow addresses you as you enter.
“Are you the ringleader of this mischief?” because you’re ready to dole out punishment to this criminal.
A chuckle, a quite infuriating one, actually. “Something like that. Next, we’ll bring a new order to your town.”
As it happens, that statement itself ticks you off even more and you glare at the shadowy bastard who has yet to show his face. “You must be thick. This place does not require two orders.” You’re the only order here, you don’t need an upstart coming around causing havoc.
With a leer, the other leans forward somewhat, a smile the only visible feature on his face. “Indeed. I agree wholeheartedly. Since I’m taking over, we don’t need you.”
You counter with a dark smile of your own. This person is quickly going on your list of people you’d like to beat to a pulp. You bring your tonfa up. “That will not happen. You meet your end here, right now. Do you wish to die in your seat?”
Another chuckle. “What an interesting thing to say. I’m sitting down because there’s no need for me to stand.”
You are definitely done giving this person more air to breathe. “I’m done talking to you. Get up.”
The man doesn’t move, voice strangely laced with amusement. “Suit yourself. It’s just that if you don’t talk now, you may not get the chance to do so ever again.”
You’re about to reply to the obvious ridiculousness of his statement when you feel your body stiffen in cold sweat and you feel as if you’ve been frozen on the spot.
“Hm~? You’re breaking into a sweat now? What could possibly be wrong, hm?” The smile in his voice is unmistakable and laced with fake concern. The sheer audacity of this person makes you want to tear into him, but you can’t move.
You can feel your breath catch in your throat as it closes up slightly and you struggle to get the words out, it's painful, anger simmering at the surface of your mind. “Shut up.”
“I was just worried about you, that’s all. Come on now, pull yourself together, hm?” The voice is suddenly moving and you wonder if your grasp of reality is shifting, because suddenly he’s on the other side of the room. What kind of mind games is this? “Hello, I’m over here. You know, I had to import them from overseas. Haha, you really are weak to them, aren’t you?”
It’s with difficulty you turn to look at him just in time to see him push a button on a device in his hand and the room is bathed in cherry blossom petals raining down on the both of you. You distantly hear him speaking still, but all you can do is stare up at the sea of pink, your body locking up completely and utterly. It’s almost bad enough you can’t even take a single breath for a moment, eyes wide in shock as your body shuts down. This ridiculous weakness of yours defies logic and you hate it with the entire fiber of your being. You’re going to kill whoever gave it to you.
For a while, you don’t know for how long, you’re vaguely aware of the searing pain of being brutally beaten down while you can’t defend yourself. You can feel bones cracking under your skin, your ribs breaking. Something punctured your lung, as if it wasn't already hard to breathe. The moment you get some clarity back, you feel a hand grabbing your hair, tugging you up like a ragdoll to look at the man leering down at you. He has a strange face, one eye emblazoned with a kanji character, but your vision is fuzzy and you can't quite make it out.
“Oho. Your face is saying ‘How did he know about my weakness?’ I wonder why, hm?”
You try to move, but it's useless, your muscles aren't listening. You can feel your insides turning on themselves in agony and blood is spilling over your lips as you can’t even speak, so you settle for glaring holes in his skull, willing him to drop dead. The moment you can move again, you will definitely kill him for this. If he didn’t have this hold on you, you would take him down in an instant, beat his face in and remove that smile from it, permanently. You feel weak and insulted beyond belief. He won't face you head on, using tricks and mindfuckery to take you down, and you decide you really hate this kind of person. The desire to murder him is overwhelming in your struggle to keep yourself conscious. He drops your hair and you slump over, trying to brace yourself with your arms against the concrete floor, barely able to cough up the blood lodged in your throat before you glare up at him from behind your bangs.
“Oh? Are you thinking if there was no cherry blossoms, you’d be fine? If so, you are dead wrong. I have seen many equal to your level in skill, and every time I’ve buried them,” he looks down at you as if you’re as inconsequential as a bug to be crushed under the sole of his shoe. ”In a place much like hell.” The cheerful malice and sadism in his voice is infuriating. Actually scratch that, everything about this man is infuriating. He reaches out again, grabbing a hold of your hair, tugging at it painfully to pull you to your feet, his hold being the only thing keeping you upright.
“Come. Let us continue.”
The world fades after that.
Re: Memory 3 - Kokyou Land
Date: 2019-10-19 09:48 pm (UTC)All names are blurred out besides Namimori.
Memory 9 - Hibird
Date: 2019-12-30 02:34 am (UTC)Skylark is coming to in a dark room, the only sound he makes a barely concealed hitched breath. The feeling of broken bones is overwhelming, limbs protesting and snapping as he tries his best to move to a sitting position, but it's a losing battle, for the moment. It's clear he's been tortured and beaten to literally the brink of death and there's not a lot of his person that isn't covered in his own blood.
It's all he can do to not pass out, taking short and labored breaths, getting air back into his lungs. Everything hurts: his bones, his body, his muscles are all screaming in agony by the slightest of movements. But even so it doesn't hold a candle to his damaged pride. He's angry, downright coldly furious because of that man, who dared trample on his pride and treat him like worthless dirt. He couldn't move, couldn't fight back and he was brought within an inch of his life. And yet... he's alive, because he's strong.
Apparently, his phone has somehow survived the ordeal as the usual Namimori middle school anthem plays in the quiet room. His school, his town, his pride. He shifts slowly to try and spot where it is, fingers brushing over it, pulling it closer. He doesn't pick up the call, and the phone quiets down again. The room doesn't, though, as a gentle bird trill answers in kind, mimicking the melody of the anthem. Skylark glances up towards the sound just as something round and fluffy drops down to settle beside his hand resting over his phone. A bird, a small, yellow bird.
It proudly finishes its song before tilting its head at Skylark, and Skylark lifts his hand, holding it out, palm up, towards it. It doesn't hesitate for more than a few seconds before hopping into his hand with small, quiet twitters. It's quite cute, and charming, the way it keeps chittering on notes and verses from the song. It's a calming feeling.
"Hey, little one," his voice sounds gravely in his own ears and small cuts and bruises reopens at the movement, filling his mouth with the taste of blood, so he opts not to say anything else than that. It's with some effort he again attempts to sit up despite the pain, this time managing to settle with his back against the wall, hand still cradling the yellow ball of feathers. It dips and hops around on his palm and he watches its ministrations for a moment before bringing his thumb over to gently rub it's head. It tweets at the attention, and flaps its wings, burrowing into the touch. It's a grounding feeling, easing some of his mood, and he's a little taken back by it, not entirely sure what to do with the emotion. Slowly, he brings the hand down to the floor, letting the bird hop away, though it's staying nearby for some reason, trilling the tunes of the anthem on and off.
Skylark's tired, and he drops his forehead to a knee, breath labored from only that movement alone. He's getting out of here, one way or another. That insolent cur will regret he didn't kill Skylark when he had the chance.
Re: Memory 9 - Hibird
Date: 2019-12-30 02:45 am (UTC)- Nothing new, he hates whoever tortured him and beat him half to death.
- He will kill this individual or hell will freeze over.
- He's not dead! This is a very strange feeling of minor relief he doesn't want to feel again because he's not weak.
- Not that it matters because it's completely overshadowed by his damaged pride.
- Birds are cute. Birds who sing the Namimori middle school anthem are overwhelmingly adorable.
- Skylark likes birds? Cute animals? As long as it's really small and tries its best.
- This is definitely a gentle side he doesn't equip often.
- The bird can stay, the bird is calming and has great taste in songs.
- It's an odd calm, a grounding feeling he appreciates, and it helps him level his anger.
- You now know the Namimori middle school anthem.
Memory 10 - Battle of the 500
Date: 2020-05-18 04:58 am (UTC)Chapter 321, page 1-11, page 14-15
Chapter 322
Chapter 323
TAKEAWAYS:
- Yep. He definitely just dropped out of a helicopter to fight a kickass lady with an incredible boob window. That's a thing.
- It's a battle for pride, and a battle between families. The details are muddy, but Skylark's just there for the fight, and cares little for the family feud.
- HIS PRIDE IS LITERALLY NOT GIVING UP HIS DISCIPLINE. The armband is VERY specific.
- The lady is Adelheid, and she's somewhat similar to Skylark, though a lot less calm.
- Skylark insults the "weak herbivores" in the same breath as he also says some herbivores will find a way to survive and holds up a... hedgehog and telling her it will be her downfall.
- So he's got another cute animal companion! The hedgehog Roll! ... He's not very good at pet names. Somewhere in here, "Hibird" is a name that is on his mind off screen, for simplicity's sake.
- Cambio forma! Transformation sequence! What.
- He transforms with his so called "Vongola Gear". Apparently his tonfa are seriously high tech like this, as they extend into chains? He uses the weapon and his powers seamlessly, clearly very acclimated to it.
- Skylark is a tank. This is not news. He's extra tanky here, though.
- So Skylark has a soft spot or some measure of respect for weak animals, herbviores. Who would have thought? He gently asks his bird to not block his view in the middle of a fight, as if he's talking about the rain.
- This doesn't line up with his current emotional view of these people, so something must have happened inbetween. He asks the leader of the family he's supposedly ...assisting, to watch him. He's got some sort of interest in this individual, almost in a "watch and learn" way, which is very out of character for him.
- Who even knew Skylark could be reassuring, encouraging? Sure, it's to his own pet freaking out from falling from a CLIFF, but you know. Beggars can't be choosers.
- Yawns himself through the battle, overconfident as usual. Though his overconfidence is actually also just. Confidence, in this case.
- He defeats 500 so called "blizzardroids" in a matter of minutes, slashing them to bits. Even when they come back, he makes short work of them.
- Eventually he defeats his opponen.
- There's talk about his affinity with Clouds. He's the Cloud guardian and also part of a mafia family. Even when he says he isn't siding with them, he's just doing what he wants. Okay sure.
- The leader of the Vongola family is apparently affiliated with the Sky and Skylark just says it's because of the Sky that the Cloud can move freely. No matter how much he denies it, he's definitely embraced his role as Cloud Guardian here.
- Though eventually he'll bite the sky to death too.