The metaphor applied in another way, too.  Her power operated on its own, doing its thing, and if she very casually noted what it was doing, without pushing it forward or holding it back, she could feel it doing something else.

Hmm.

As if it was ready to push away memories that didn’t relate to her, exactly.  It never did.

Maybe we should keep Imp away from Miss Militia. 

Any time it built up enough that it came close to doing anything, she noticed, and it retreated like a turtle pulling its head into its shell.

I suppose it’s possible that if it got the chance to do it – such as at a moment where Imp was thoroughly distracted – it might not specifically wipe out memories of the Dandelions (like I suspect it might be wanting to because of its apparent origins), but rather wipe out all memories, inflicting total retrograde amnesia on anyone it could hit. That would be nasty.

Frustrating.  Her power didn’t do anything because she wanted it to.  It worked only if she surrendered to it, let it act on its own.  Pushing it to work harder had the opposite effect.

This is a very interesting power.

Much moreso than any other power we’ve seen, this one seems to have a sort of mind of its own. A stubborn, rebellious one.

Heh, I suppose that too kind of reflects Aisha.

Not that it was invisibility, really.  It was memories.  People forgot her as soon as they saw her, to the point that they didn’t register her presence.

There goes the “out of sight, out of mind” hypothesis for her more thorough memory wipes (is there even a difference?). Before I came up with that, this was my assumption about how the unnoticeability worked, though.

She could feel it, her power rolling over her skin, jabbing outward, invisible to sight, touch and anything else, making contact with the people around her and pushing those memories away.

Hmm. Is there a maximum range, and will people remember her longer if they’re further away within range? Can it be blocked by a wall?

And like her metaphor comparing her memories to a broken arm, her power seemed to respond to the attention of her subjects; the harder they tried to remember and focus on her, the faster she slipped through their minds.

Man, I already thought this was very similar to the effects of the post-Dandelion haze, but it really does seem like they work almost exactly the same way.

Maybe if we find out what would protect someone from Imp’s power, it would let us remember stuff about the Dandelions too. But as it stands, Miss Militia is the only character we know would have reason to try to figure out something like that. Maybe also Tattletale or Bonesaw, but it seemed like the forgetting caught up with Tattletale eventually.

Of course, there was no way to avoid the countless reminders in everyday life that would remind her of Guy, or Bridge, or Darren, or Lonnie.

Guy is such a weird name.

Yes, weirder than “Bridge”.

I wonder if one of these men was the guy Brian fought when he triggered.

Thinking about a broken arm was one such reminder.

…right.

Not thinking about things is difficult.

Being ignored by her teammates and told to go to her room and play along for everyone else’s sake was another.

Ah, yeah, that makes sense. No wonder it ticks her off.

Although to be fair, being ignored is kind of her specialty.

How many afternoons had she come home from school, only for her mom or one of her mom’s boyfriends to shoo her off or bribe her to leave the apartment for a bit?

Eesh.

Pissed her off.  She didn’t need that from her brother, too.

The one good family member she has.

“No way,” Jennifer said.  She dropped into one of the felt-covered chairs at the far end of the room.

See, I know what “felt-covered” means, but part of my brain can only imagine a pile of plain wooden chairs covered in fifteen green men in colorful hats.

Homestuck, man. Once you’re infected you can’t escape it.

Aisha had to hop out of the way so she didn’t get sat on.

!!!

YES

Now this is someone I’d much rather read an Interlude about!

She watched the dialogue between her mother, her mother’s boyfriend of the week and her mother’s new friend with a dispassionate expression.

Oh, huh. So we did kind of know Celia already, and a part of the Laborn family had ties to the Merchants.

This is… less surprising than it probably should be.

Seeing this scene, she didn’t really feel much.  A little disappointment.

I guess she’s kind of used to it.

Embarrassment.  Disgust.

Now this I can absolutely understand.