[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/8ac00fa9f5da96dceeea54a9f2a611f8/ec85f9d522f40f8a-ad/s500x750/5cba2b8c6008d97102f08d3ccecba7ae43b669cf.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Gym - Training Room B with Nemo and Usagi [color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Memory Manipulation [/center] [hr][hr] Sabine was ready. She had prepared herself for this moment. The moment where she would showcase all she could to prove her worth and her abilities. The stage was literally hers to command. She had relayed the things she would need and the school had gladly provided her with a husk for her use. To her specifications, the husk would have memories implanted into it. After all, she wouldn't be able to do much. She debated adding her newfound sword and force field abilities into the mix. She really wanted to broadcast her memory powers as they were her bread and butter. She stepped up to the stage. In front of her was a human. Though, it wasn't an actual person. If one didn't know it was a husk, one could not tell the difference. The husk looked male, which Sabine thought fit perfectly. Sabine was in a [url=https://www.lolitawardrobe.com/u_file/1801/photo/2ec8722e1a.jpg]black dress with a white jacket[/url] and black ankle boots. She hoped she looked as powerful as she felt. Her mind raced back to the night with Leah. To April. To Danni. To Mai. To the people close to her. She was about to give the performance of her life. [hr] [color=A2797E]"It was Dr. Suess who said 'Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory'. We don't truly value the memories we make and are often taking them for granted. How sad is it when a loved one has dementia and we can see the memories they have slowly fade? Or how happy are we when we make memories with friends and look back on them fondly as if we are reliving them? Today, I plan to show you how important memories are and how they shape us as people."[/color] Sabine faced the husk. [color=A2797E]"This husk before me was given memories. I was not made aware of what the memories were, but I believe you know what they are."[/color] Sabine lifted her arm, letting her fingers caress the husk's cheek. She closed her eyes as she delved into the husk's mind, seeing the memories before her. She managed to latch on to a few before she pulled out. [color=A2797E]"The husk was given the memory of a Christmas morning, opening presents with a mother, a father, and three younger siblings, all nestled by the fireplace. I saw one graduation where the graduate attempted to do a flip after receiving their diploma which did not go well. Another is traveling on an airplane that is hit with violent turbulence. The person does not panic despite those around them looking like a bomb hit. Last, a memory of walking in a forest in autumn, holding the hand of someone, rubbing their thumb over their partner's fingers and a lump in their pocket as they plan on proposing once they reach their destination."[/color] Sabine let it sink in that she just recalled the husk's memories. After a beat, she continued. [color=A2797E]"Next, I will show how memories are fragile but vital."[/color] She lifted her hand again, this time, going into the memories and erasing them. Once gone, she created a memory of a little girl, dressed in a pink tutu, watching a ballet dancer on screen and trying to mimic her movements. Sabine was not a ballet dancer herself so she could not force the husk to be in the next Swan Lake, but this would serve. Once it was implanted, she released. The husk soon took its cue and began to attempt to dance ballet across the stage. Despite the fact the husk looked like a young adult man, it behaved as if it were that little girl, gleefully jumping about and spinning, while giggling. Sabine let it go on for a bit. [color=A2797E]"As you can see, memories can be manipulated. We act based on memories we have. They develop core memories that shape personality."[/color] Sabine reached up as the husk passed by her, touching its cheek again, this time, she erased everything. Soon, the husk stopped. It stood there, breathing, and nothing else. [color=A2797E]"Without memories, we are basically in survival mode. There is nothing there. We just exist. And even that can be manipulated."[/color] Sabine reached up and touched the husk again. She quickly wiped away the memory of breathing. Soon, the husk reached for its throat, attempting to take a breath it did not remember it could take. Sabine watched as the husk fell to its knees. Sabine, despite this, stared down at it like it was mud on her shoes. She had intended to stop it before the husk died, but as she attempted to cut it off, the husk fell to the ground, lifeless and unmoving. She could play it off, certainly. But so what? It was some dumb husk. The school could get a new one easily. Instead, she turned to face the judges. She smiled, though it had a wicked tinge to it. Power, she felt. Life in her hands taken. She unsheathed her sword and slammed it into the ground as the force field lit up around her. [color=A2797E]"Memory is as vital as air."[/color] She let the force field go and took a bow, signaling the end of her performance. She heard Nemo let out a small chuckle. She took that as a good sign. Usagi spoke up. “Mm, thank you very much. That was… breathtaking.” Nemo rolled his eyes. Despite this, Sabine got the sense they found it amusing nonetheless. She turned and left the stage, feeling she nailed it.