Memory fibers...(For the Ninja of yay. o.o)

[Fable]

(First of all, sorry about the quality of this. It was done in about twenty minutes on a bloody mobile touch screen, so it's rather uninspired, including the title.
I was deliberately ambiguous about your character, even with regards to your name, so you may do whatever you like. ^^
I have a few notions of where the story is going but it's mostly going to be whatever happens first!
I hope you can bring some quality to this roleplay. XD)


Alexander marvelled at his own achievement as he stood before his greatest project.
A perfect recreation of the man he had loved for so long, a man who had been dead almost three years.
It had taken time, a seemingly endless drain on his expenses and a complete loss of his social life.
Of course the strain on Alexander had started to show. He had lost weight, his eyes had became almost permanently ringed with a dark purple tinge and when he spoke to anyone it was always in the brief, meaningless terms of a man whose mind is elsewhere.
Of course it mattered little to him now, for he had finally fulfilled his desire.
Standing before the glass casing which housed his creation, he took a rare moments rest.
It was, for all intents and purposes a flash clone, although one which had been painstakingly altered to represent the adult form of his lover.
At this stage it was unstable, a mature, developed body, but with a blank, childlike mind.
He brushed a swathe of dark hair from his eyes and stared a while.
They had the same eyes yes, the same adorable nose, and that slim, delicate body of such finesse...
In an odd moment he felt a little guilt, and a surge of grief, which he had not experienced for quite some time.
His lovers death had torn him apart, forcefully altered his life, but once he had set out on his little project, planned and executed it, spent weeks, months on it, there hadn't been time for grief. He'd been so caught up, so pedantic in his work that he had never thought to grieve, or to consider the moral implications.
Then looking at the silent, sleeping creature in the case, at how fine a representation is was of him...he found it hard to see any moral tragedy beyond adoration and lust.
There was only one thing left to do, a simple yet vital task.
Implanting the memories of his old lover, a collection which he had part created himself and park extracted from dusty brain scans.
It was not a perfect process, they would be fuzzy, disorganized, and take any time from a week to several years to settle properly. It was rather like his lover was to be reborn, albeit with a strong amnesia, and only constant interaction and time could restore his memory.
A shudder of excitement ran through Alexander's body as he recalled his lover, the textures, the scent, the flavour...
Excitedly he began the process, transfering files which already existed in digital form and booting the most vital pieces of equipment.
He saw the body shift a little within the casing, and he was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion. This was it.
It would be done, and they would be together again.
Sighing he trailed his fingers over the case, mere centimeters above his beloved's naked form.
"Not long now..." he said, although something about his voice was sad.
Dimming the lights and shutting the curtains, he decided to allow himself a rest. His room was on the far side of the mansion, but the process would take at least twelve hours, and he was certain little could go wrong in that time.
Crossing to the other side of the room, he took one look back and gave a small, tired smile.
"Goodnight" was all he said before he left.

[Yayninja]

(You're such a lovely writer! )

Setting himself down in the large, unkempt bed, Alexander quickly dropped to sleep as the last three years of painstaking work seemed to fall on him all at once, and demand that he finally rest.

He was correct in thinking that nothing could go wrong in the coming 12 hours it would take for Ashley's memories to develop and nurture in his newly-crafted mind. Not anticipating how long he would sleep, however, those 12 hours flowed all too quickly and the lingering few 3am stars soon disappeared as the morning sun rose and fell until it was mid-afternoon and the memory transfer was almost complete.

As the computer program birthed a consciousness into Ashley's otherwise puppet-like body, his eyes flickered with some difficulty - being the first time they had been opened. Memories still a hodgepodge of muddled events; meeting Alexander for the first time, their first kiss, moving in with him; he awoke with a faint smile, as if awakening from a normal sleep next to his lover.

His smile soon faded however, realising the cramped space he was confined to. A chronic claustrophobe, Ashley would often hold tightly onto Alexander when traveling in a lift, but without the man he so depended on beside him, he rapidly broke down. Screaming and shouting in terror, he banged on the perspex front with the flats of his hands and began to cry, feeling himself somehow unable to breathe.

"Where am I!? Help me! Alex! Alexander! Please help me! Please!" he tried bellow, but his voice barely carried through the small box he stood in.

[Fable]

(Again, trying not to speak for your character. This will be easier once we get into the story and our posts become shorter and perhaps even direct dialogues)

Alexander sat up suddenly with a sharp intake of breath.
Looking around the empty room, a room which had quickly fallen into dis-repair since Ashley's death, he shook his head sleepily.
Just another cruel nightmare, he thought bitterly, and he let his head hit the pillow.
Looking down at himself with a sigh, he noticed that he had fallen asleep in his clothes. How long had he been wearing these? He made a mental note to shower as soon as morning came, and then shut his eyes once more.
Then... He heard it. The unmistakable sound of a panicked voice in the distance.
He sat up once more and strained to listen to the voice.
It continued, though it seemed to be getting quieter.
He waited a few minutes, frozen in a catlike fashion, trying to determine for sure whether or not the sound was real or simply the fading echoes of a wasted dream.
There couldn't possibly be a problem, the far room was locked quite securely and the precious thing inside was still
in a deep sleep, and he wouldn't wake for hours surely...
No, there was no mistaking it. Pulling himself out of bed he sped out of the room and down several corridors before arriving at the source of the cries.
Flinging open the door he sprinted to the incubator and immediately stopped short in surprise.
It...or rather he was moving.
Not the dull mechanical spasms of a lifeless body,but calculated, albeit flustered movements.
Gaining his senses he quickly moved to the casing.
"Calm down... For Christs sake calm down..." muttered Alexander in what he hoped was a comforting tone. He thought to simply smash the casing and get the fearful creature out as quick as possible, but hurting the thing he'd spent so long on didn't bear thinking about.
Instead he just flicked the computer back to life and swiftly hit the keys to retract the incubator's transparent exterior.
No sooner had he done so than it's inhabitant attached itself to him, mumbling incoherently between sobs.
"For Gods sake Ashley!"he heard himself yell. "How many times do I have to tell you! It's..."
He trailed off, suddenly remembering himself.
This wasn't the real Ashley, not really. He was still fresh, still new to life. Reason and method meant that it was unlikely he had regained most of his memories, so scolding him on the basis of those memories or presuming he was identical to Ashley was foolish.
And yet...already he recalled Alexanders name.
He simply held the new life, held Ashley a little while longer, his head looming just over the others shoulder and staring at the blackness behind them.
"Oh... Hold on" he mumbled wearily, embarrassment setting in. He had forgotten just how wonderful it felt to have his beloveds naked form so close to him.
"I brought you this..." He quickly produced his dressing gown, which had been left in one corner of the room, and threw it over Ashley's shoulders in an effort to protect his modesty.
He thought to ask him if he'd like any food, but then...
He had no idea how far on the memory process had came. He might recall eating, and yet not know how to use a fork. He might recall Alexander, and yet not remember whether he liked his cooking or not.
He felt it unwise to bring Ashley to his room at such an early stage, so he merely took him to a spare room (of which there where many), hoping he wasn't confusing him too much. He then wished him goodnight, told him to sleep, and returned to bed, now very anxious and impatient for the new day.

[Yayninja]

As he was set down on the bed, Ashley looked into Alexander's eyes as an infant might look into the eyes of its mother, absorbing every detail of the mother's face, appreciating the mere presence of his lover beside him. Ashley promised to sleep as Alexander had asked him to. "Goodnight, Alexander" Ashley said, pleasantly before maneuvering into a foetal position and closing his eyes.

An hour passed, and try as he might, Ashley could not sleep - and he couldn't work out why.

The thick curtains were blocking out the late afternoon sunlight - it wasn't the light.

The mansion lay secluded among a forest where the only surrounding noise was the gentle chirping of the birds housed in the trees.

The temperature? No, the bed hadn't been slept in for years and the mild weather didn't overheat nor chill Ashley's petite figure.

He simply couldn't sleep - and and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Fed up with trying to sleep, Ashley slipped out of bed and put on the flannel dressing gown. Stepping out into the mahogany-floor hallway, Ashley creeped around the large mansion, totally oblivious of where he was headed. Peeping into the various adjoining rooms, he eventually happened across the room where Alexander lay asleep.

Ashley wanted some company, but he wouldn't wake Alexander up, just in case he was short with him again. Not wanting to be chided, he wheeled around on his feet and opted to explore the room further down the corridor where light streamed through the ajar door. He found himself in a room where the walls were plastered with pictures of he and Alexander.

A box on the floor next to a large armchair caught his eye, and Ashley walked to it, and scooped it up in his hand; it was full of photos. He plonked himself down on the chair and rifled through the box of memories, before freezing at a set of photos of himself in attendance at a funeral. One of which a close up of the plaque on the casket, engraved with the name "Edna Laurence".

Ashley shook his head in confusion - it was his mother's name. But that wasn't possible because his mother was still alive - in his own mind at least. She's died 4 months after Ashley, and he hadn't even known.

A lapse of concentration and the heavy box fell from his lap, landing with a loud "thud" on the floor and spilling the photos about the ground.

[Fable]

(Just a short one!)

"This is why I wanted you to stay in the casing..." said Alexander loudly. He startled the younger man,who obviously hadn't seen him arrive. He'd been watching the new life with some interest for several minutes already.
He quickly crossed the room and took the photographs from Ashley, filing them away safely where they belonged.
"Don't stress yourself yet. You're still a little... sleepy... and not quite finished. You understand?"
Alexander stopped to stare at him a while, checking for any bad signs, however he could find none, save that he seemed very quiet.

"I see you haven't gotten any more subtle. I think you could have woke the dead 'sneaking' into my room!" said Alexander with a smirk.

[Yayninja]

Ashley looked at Alexander, clamouring "No, no! I-I don't want to go back in the box!" he stood up and clasped his hands together, as if in prayer "I'll be quiet, I-I promise!"

Realising his shouting contradicted he vow of silence, he covered his mouth with one of his hands and let out a muffled apology. Unable to maintain quietness, however, he began to speak again. "And I didn't even 'sneak' into your room! A-and if anything, it's your creaky old house that gave me away!".

The likeness of this clone to the real Ashley was uncanny - not only did it look like him, but it even argued like him in that same uncertain tone that always suggested that - while he wanted to argue - he never wanted to fall out.

It was this simple - yet playful - parry and reposte that had brought Ashley and Alexander together in the first place and that which formed the backbone of their relationship.

[Fable]

Alexander was immediately taken aback.
He hadn't believed it possible that the memory restoration process would occur so swiftly and so smoothly, or that he would ever enjoy this sort of conversation with Ashley again.
This wasn't quite enough to stop him teasing Ashley however.
"Oh. Don't worry. You're not going back in the box. You're much too noisy. Perhaps I should just gag you and tie you up somewhere?" replied Alexander with a wink

"And this 'Creaky old house' is worth more than you'll make in your life, thank you very much!" He smiled gently, not wanting to tease too much.
He studied Ashley's face carefully and found no ill thoughts there, just the usual, adorable indignation.
Although he did look rather pale.
"Hrm. Are you hungry? I could try making you French toast... You still like that, right?" he ventured.

[Yayninja]

Ashley was defiant as ever "Gagging me and stashing me away somewhere won't help! I'll scream this rickety old shed down to the ground!" he replied, knowing full well that his threats were full of hot air.

It frustrated Ashley; never being particularly forceful meant that Alexander could always have this gentle hold over him - and while he'd never wish to leave Alexander, he'd always wished that he was willful enough to be able to put Alexander in his place just to feel some sort of empowerment.

His stomach groaned at the thought of food, although he hadn't heard of this 'French Toast' before, despite Alexander insisting he used to like it. "I haven't had French toast before... What's it like?" he inquired.

[Fable]

Alexander couldn't hold back a chuckle.
"Oh really? Are we a banshee now? You're awfully cute for a cursed ghost, but perhaps you would make a nice lady..." he teased.
Apparently Ashley couldn't remember something as simple as French toast. Alexander found this fact particularly curious. Perhaps, he mused, certain memories had different densities, different weights based on their importance to the bearer. Ashley's memories of Alexander and his family where simply accessible to him because their heaviness had caused them to sink to the very bottom of his mind.
Although he had to also admit the memories he had bestowed upon Ashley weren't perfect, they where after all based on the memories of a younger Ashley, several years before his death, and thus things like his mothers funeral could never be accounted for. "Oh... You'll love it I promise. French toast is amazing if you don't burn it." he said brightly, trying to ignore his unspoken apprehensions.
He lifted a hand and lightly nudged the small of Ashley's back, urging him from the room. He might have wrapped his arm around the mans waist, but something stopped him. Ashley would have liked that once upon a time, but he also disliked it during certain moods, especially when he was being coerced into doing something.
Touching him as little as possible, he lead Ashley from the room and to the kitchen.

[Yayninja]

Ashley shook his head in embarassment after beign compared to a lady but brushed it off, excited about the prospect of eating a new food, although once he came to think of it, he couldn't really think of any notable foods that he particularly enjoyed. Seemingly unimportant, however, Ashley allowed Alexander to lead him into the kitchen, he was struck with a certain unease, though.

Alexander had suddenly turned cold towards him, and given that they were playfully joking just a minute ago, Ashley figured that he had somehow unconsciously done something wrong between the space of entering that light-filled room and leaving it and it didn't sit well with him.

He stopped in the hallway, disallowing Alexander from leading him any further. Mustering up some courage, Ashley began to ask what he wanted, hoping that Alexander would not be too angry.

"Have I done something wrong?" At which point, an idea shot into his head "Wait, was it because I woke you up, or because I dropped the pictures?" Ashley was sure that he'd done something to upset Alexander, he wouldn't be so distant otherwise.