[Log - Who's there?]

[mem_more_mihs]

Maurice sat at his desk writing steadily with both hands, as usual. His door was open, which meant that he did not mind being disturbed, as usual. He was as ever ready for visitors whether personal or business related, as usual.

Only very rarely were any of these conditions not met. Being one of the more sociable Memory Keepers it often fell to him to pass on messages to the rest of the group from outside forces as well as those inside. Still, he didn't mind the responsibility, it was almost always a pleasant surprise when he heard somebody knocking on the door.

"Come in," his effeminate and gentle voice called out with a smile. He didn't look away from his page though, he was so close to finishing it that he simply could not.

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[Oh hey time for a Darryn insecurity log]

[darrynmiquiztli]

The room brightened slightly as Darryn stepped in, the man's natural glow always having that effect.

"Hey, Maurice."

[mem_more_mihs]

"Darryn," Maurice smiled, finishing the lines he was working on before setting his pens down and looking up at his friend. "Hello. Would you like a snack? Or something to drink?"

[darrynmiquiztli]

"Ah no, I'm good on the snacks. I mean, actually..." Darryn held up his arms, displaying two large sacks. "I kind of got into a Memory Keeper delivery chain. It started with Thanatos sending paperwork and somewhere along the line Coreen sent you these meats and eggs.

"Kind of got full along the way, to be honest."

[mem_more_mihs]

"You didn't... Eat raw meat did you?" He tilted his head to one side in concern. Of course he was grateful to Darryn for bringing his things, but his paternal instincts for Thanatos' husband did tend to come first.

[darrynmiquiztli]

"No, no... At some point I had to take a dress to Von's, and so I got waylaid with cookies, cake and tea before having to take fish to..." Darryn tailed off and shrugged with a slight smirk. "It's not that important. Just being a Memory Keeper whipping boy, but a well fed one."

[mem_more_mihs]

Maurice giggled.

"You are a fine run-around. I'm sure everyone appreciates it."

As he spoke the bag Darryn was holding came free from his grasp and magically arranged itself in the proper place. Food in the kitchen, sack in the cleaning etc.

"You'll stay for a little while, wont you?" The Sadness Keeper encouraged. He knew when Darryn was not 100% despite the boys flawless and unwavering shine. It was his area of work after all. "Stay and talk to me."

[darrynmiquiztli]

Darryn watched the food arrange itself.

"Oh, I don't want to take up your time Maurice." Darryn smiled slightly, "You have a habit of somehow making me unwind and offload."

He frowned slightly in thought, "Suppose that's why you're unofficial head of the Memory Keepers, huh?"

[mem_more_mihs]

"You have a habit of dropping by when you need to unwind and offload. I suppose that's why we're friends." Maurice smiled.

"A friend with endless time, as it happens."

[darrynmiquiztli]

Darryn shook his head with a smile, "I'm a pretty bad friend if that's all I drop by for."

... War... thread...?

[this_is_war]

The sound of cowboy boots clicking against tiles was probably a very foreign sound in Maurice's library. The serious expression on War's face when Maurice cared to look up was equally unusual.

"Things have simmered down now, huh?"

Eee!

[mem_more_mihs]

"Force War!" The Memory Keeper exclaimed in pleasant surprise. He stood up, setting down his pens and laying down his work ever so neatly (he was quite obsessive compulsive when it came to his desk area.)

"They have, thank you." He replied to the question with a smile. "No thanks to Force Death and his new training regime."

...i...deekay

[this_is_war]

War nodded, his lips tight and flat on his face. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, moving in lazy circles around the room.

"Yeah, he has a habit of making things come together. Regardless of original outcome. Miracle worker, we know that for sure.

"The kid and Angelo okay?" It might have seemed a question better suited for Death himself, but War and the Reaper were rarely the most open of men.

[mem_more_mihs]

Maurice's eyes softened. Force War really was every bit the scoundrel with a heart of gold everyone said he was. He had come here to check up on the Reaper of all men. The Reaper, who War claimed he hated and likely did for the most part. Yet here he was, making sure his fellow horseman's family were safe in the most round about and untraceable way possible. After all, if anyone would know the sadness of others, it was Maurice.

He wished even half of the Memory Keepers were as considerate as War, and that thought was so ridiculous it almost made him laugh.

"Angelo is distressed, because of both the situation with Force Pain and Force Evil." Maurice admitted truthfully, pouring his guest a glass of ice cold water from seemingly nowhere. It was oddly refreshing, like the first drink after a long cry.

"Renai seems well, but is hiding most of her true sadness on the matter."

[this_is_war]

War hummed an unreadable sound, nodded his head and then took the water. He chose not the sit, but did lean on the nearest surface, one ankle crossed in front of the other.

"Can't expect a young girl like that to come out of a situation like that and not be affected. No matter who her parents are." War curled his upper lip in a silent snarl, seemed about to say more but then silenced himself and drank the water in one long drain.

When he was done, he drug the back of his hand over his lips.

"I heard that nothing's coming of it. D-man declined to take it to trial, and you'd assume Angelo's backing that. That true?"

[mem_more_mihs]

"I think so." Maurice nodded. "They both care too much for Evil to indite him for what the worse half has done, even if it does concern their daughter." He lowered his eyes sadly.

"I suppose it's their choice. I know we all have our own opinions on the issue."

[this_is_war]

"Mmn." The corner of War's mouth twisted somewhat distastefully. "We all do, that's obvious. So, you know, if you or some other Memory Keepers involved wanted to voice their opinions, I'd back you up. I'd make sure it was opened up to trial."

[mem_more_mihs]

Maurice turned his eyes down.

"Have you asked any other Memory Keepers to speak against Force Evil this way?" He questioned. He wondered if War was gaining a small anti-Evil army? It was a brief notion that he squashed quickly. The Force has come to the one Memory Keeper who had the most sway on matters such as this.

"It's a very tender subject, Force War. I would find it hard to say anything at all without running the risk of hurting those very dear to me, such as Angelo." He shook his head. Saying nothing at all had ever been the comfortable medium ground for him. He had never given his opinion on the subject because personally he believed the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few.

Many would be safe if Force Evil were to be locked away somewhere. Few would be effected, but among the few who would were Death and Angelo, two people he cared about immensely.

"Do you think Death is being unreasonable? Considering how dangerous the last occurrence was?"

[Attike Thread, why not]

[attike]

So often when Attiké visited other Memory Keepers, he saw no reason to dally. It was clearly the case today, the man entering and striding directly to Maurice's desk, standing directly before it, all glower and impatience.

He was probably doing rounds. Once every few millennia, he would visit any number of them seeking opinions on something strange - usually to do with Kitta.

"One hopes that you are suitably on top of your every expanding workload enough to spare a few fleeting moments of endless time."

[Try not to torture anyone so much that they take their own life n.n]

[mem_more_mihs]

"Implying I would be anything less?" Maurice teased lightly. "I am, thank you Attiké." He added. He was not one to keep a joke going for longer than a few seconds with the other Memory Keeper, particularly because he was usually so testy.

"You are suitably on top of your ever expanding workload enough to spare a few fleeting moments of endless time also?"

[... I'll try.]

[attike]

"My workload is far from vast, being that my area of expertise is utterly insignificant as we are all aware. In any case, bygones." Attiké ran his hand back through his hair - it seemed it had recently been cut, and he was clean shaven, but still he seemed every paranoid of its quick growth.

"I have been given reason to reflect upon actions that I indulge in of recent time, and so have come to garner opinion."

[mem_more_mihs]

"Attiké you - " Maurice began to disagree, but was cut off by the ever and overused phrase 'bygones' that the Sensation Keeper did so love to throw around.

"You have an opinion about something, and you wish to share it with me?" He shook his head with a soft smile. "Oh dear. Well then I suppose you better had."

[attike]

Attiké lifted one of his eyebrows. "Implication of force. Bygones.

"In any case, you and I unwent the same tutelage - indeed we all did - instructing us how the formatting and archiving of memories would go. Although the method has changed slightly in practise than it was originally taught in theory, it is much the same. Indeed, the method of editing and caring for memories is something that we actively regard and thus something that remains fresh in the minds of us."

Attiké folded his arms over his chest, continuing on as if he wasn't speaking and using every word know to mankind in what could be a simple conversation. "By Forces Memory, Birth and Death we were taught that memory is a personal thing - unique if you wish - and that as we work we must cross reference and work hard to keep it as such.

"For example, the memories of an individual who experienced a trauma in childhood involving a swimming bath, will clearly remember anything involving large bodies of water more clearly than some other experiences experienced in their life; and so their memories must be trimmed and treated with that in mind. Personal. Am I correct in this?"

[mem_more_mihs]

"Yes." Maurice half nodded, hoping that he was agreeing to the simple fact that memories were indeed, personal to the individual. It was hard to follow Attiké all the way to his laborious points when he decided to make them, especially when he was sure said points would made perfect and yet unrevealing sense.

[attike]

"As expected," Attiké nodded shortly.

"So we are agreed, we received the same learnings on the manners of recollection. This leads us on to the fact that we each are in charge of our own memories, given the opportunity to tend to those as we see fit. Is this correct?"

[mem_more_mihs]

"It is." Maurice answered again, a feeling of anxiety building in his stomach the closer his fellow Memory Keeper got toward his point.