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aftr_stories2017-11-19 04:11 pm
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Entry tags:
- ;event: storytelling,
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- npc: the storyteller,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ corpse party: sachiko shinozaki,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ dragon age inquisition: cole,
- ✖ fatal frame: ouse kurosawa,
- ✖ ffvi: terra branford,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ fire emblem fates: keaton,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ original: mira,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton
[MU] - NOVEMBER STORYTELLING
It's beginning to become an awful habit, turning the beginning of these nights into an information session.
Still. It is rather effective.
Borzoi may not usually come in pitch black; but then, most canines do not have the pitch black of their eyes. The Storyteller sits patiently by the fire as you, dear adventurer, do what the dream asks of you. Settle opposite, and listen.
"I can only imagine that you are as ready to leave this island as ever. Whilst we have yet to find a permanent solution, I believe there is potential for a new chapter to begin on stranger shores." In a rather rare display of indulgence, the Storyteller opts to sprawl out on their side, long tail thumping against the ground. "This is, of course, voluntary. In a few days I will be capable of transporting those who wish it to these new shores- however, coming back will be decidedly more difficult.
"These lands do not belong to me. It will be your first interaction with the avatars of the islands; gods whose domain is inherently the land they have chosen to call home. As any guest is expected to do, you will be subjected to their rules- please do attempt to be polite."
They're not going to tack Ardyn, Jaune, Lup, and Newt onto the end of that sentence-- but they're definitely saying that wholly for their sake.
"I feel that it is worth mentioning that these lands have their own laws- you may find that they have an influence beyond what you have experienced thus far. I can assure, at the least, that these influences are not inherently dangerous. But take it into consideration, should you wish to join those intent on being the forward party."
A final wag of their tail, and the Borzoi pushes back into a sitting position.
"I will be here for the remainder of this dream, to address any questions you may have. Please use this time wisely."
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
Still. It is rather effective.
Borzoi may not usually come in pitch black; but then, most canines do not have the pitch black of their eyes. The Storyteller sits patiently by the fire as you, dear adventurer, do what the dream asks of you. Settle opposite, and listen.
"I can only imagine that you are as ready to leave this island as ever. Whilst we have yet to find a permanent solution, I believe there is potential for a new chapter to begin on stranger shores." In a rather rare display of indulgence, the Storyteller opts to sprawl out on their side, long tail thumping against the ground. "This is, of course, voluntary. In a few days I will be capable of transporting those who wish it to these new shores- however, coming back will be decidedly more difficult.
"These lands do not belong to me. It will be your first interaction with the avatars of the islands; gods whose domain is inherently the land they have chosen to call home. As any guest is expected to do, you will be subjected to their rules- please do attempt to be polite."
They're not going to tack Ardyn, Jaune, Lup, and Newt onto the end of that sentence-- but they're definitely saying that wholly for their sake.
"I feel that it is worth mentioning that these lands have their own laws- you may find that they have an influence beyond what you have experienced thus far. I can assure, at the least, that these influences are not inherently dangerous. But take it into consideration, should you wish to join those intent on being the forward party."
A final wag of their tail, and the Borzoi pushes back into a sitting position.
"I will be here for the remainder of this dream, to address any questions you may have. Please use this time wisely."
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
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[They stop leafing through the tome, whose each page keeps as irrevocably blank as the last. Their paw rests on the hinge, smoothing over jagged remains of paper that look as if they've been ripped entirely from the book.]
I am a god. From the start, you've treated me as a man: flawed, with feelings. What compels you to think of me as such?
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[But that isn’t the only reason. Hinata ducks his head long enough to breathe and meets the eyes of the god again.]
It’s so different from where I was before. You listen. You let us ask and learn. ...and you don’t know everything going on. Even with yourself. I couldn’t ignore that. I would never ignore anyone who reaches out to me.
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[Their tone is mild, and they dip their long neck to examine the tome closely for all its seeming lack of content. After a beat of silence, their eyes raise again to meet Hinata's gaze.]
Take care in the coming days, Hajime Hinata. There are those dwelling here who would mistake your kindness for impertinence. The haughtiest dispositions won't always take kindly to mortals relating with them.
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I know. I already dealt with that before.
[He looks to Storyteller while reminding himself Komaeda isn’t like that towards him anymore. But he doesn’t know why.]
I promise I’ll be careful. ...Everyone needs something different to feel alright. Or at least, that’s what it feels like. They won’t mind if I listen to them, will they?
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[Sayeth the pot.]
More still, however, will have very little to say. Actions tend to carry more weight with these beings. I believe you will make do. Some souls, however kind, however diplomatic, are very little action. For what it's worth, I've never seen reason to count you among them.
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I'll keep your advice in mind. ...actions carry more weight? I won't forget that. It's not that different from before. [A lot of his class needed to see actions to prove to them he was capable and willing to be their friend.]
I'll be sure to never underestimate any of them. ...this is going to be a difficult time. [His smile returns and he lights up his eyes.] We'll make it through somehow.
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[The Storyteller's brush-like tail, which had begun wagging languidly, stills.]
I have nothing else for you. [Not unkindly stated.] Is there anything else you wish of me?
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Thank you for listening to me and answering my questions.
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But not today.
[They gently gather the tome in their maw and rise to their feet.]
Until another, Hajime Hinata.