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aftr_stories2017-12-19 08:57 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,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: chip abaroa,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ captive prince: damianos,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ castlevania: soma cruz,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ off: zacharie,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ original: mira,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ persona 5: akira kurusu,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ world of warcraft: thereth,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
[MU] - DECEMBER STORYTELLING / MEMORY SHARE
Something is wrong.
This may not very well be obvious, at first. The Storyteller is not present to put forth yet another diatribe, informative or apologetic, and the backdrop of guttering flame and sandy campfire is as present as ever...albeit briefly.
Those who tell their stories will start to notice something...odd taking place. Indeed, no matter how they intend to begin their tale, the land of Mu will immediately start to warp to accommodate it, or something utterly unlike it, until storytellers and listeners alike may find themselves in an exact recreation of a seemingly random memory, in the most stark and painstaking of detail. There is no altering the memory, nor is there any preventing it once it's begun to play - you will simply have to witness memories that are not your own this go around.
Furthermore, stories that take place in worlds other than LifeAftr will be, frankly, inevitable. Those memories, too, will be recreated, to be relived by the teller and lived by the listener.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story...with a slight twist! This is, in fact, our first player plot, as provided by Dragon! The initial setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams.
Yet for this Storytelling only, people can imagine whatever stories they wish, from both their homes and their time on LifeAftr, as long as they don't mind the fact that others will be reliving those stories in the form of an impromptu memory share.
Even those who prefer not to voice their stories aloud are not safe this time around. If the memory is recalled in essence, Mu will shift to accommodate it in full.
There is, however, a benefit to this: those who venture memories to be relived will receive both a befuddled apology from the Storyteller, who will assert that this was most definitely not meant to happen (they're the Storyteller, not the Rememberer!), as well as a tired promise that the relived memories will be worth two offerings each, as if in compensation.
Not that it counts for much, probably.
This may not very well be obvious, at first. The Storyteller is not present to put forth yet another diatribe, informative or apologetic, and the backdrop of guttering flame and sandy campfire is as present as ever...albeit briefly.
Those who tell their stories will start to notice something...odd taking place. Indeed, no matter how they intend to begin their tale, the land of Mu will immediately start to warp to accommodate it, or something utterly unlike it, until storytellers and listeners alike may find themselves in an exact recreation of a seemingly random memory, in the most stark and painstaking of detail. There is no altering the memory, nor is there any preventing it once it's begun to play - you will simply have to witness memories that are not your own this go around.
Furthermore, stories that take place in worlds other than LifeAftr will be, frankly, inevitable. Those memories, too, will be recreated, to be relived by the teller and lived by the listener.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story...with a slight twist! This is, in fact, our first player plot, as provided by Dragon! The initial setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams.
Yet for this Storytelling only, people can imagine whatever stories they wish, from both their homes and their time on LifeAftr, as long as they don't mind the fact that others will be reliving those stories in the form of an impromptu memory share.
Even those who prefer not to voice their stories aloud are not safe this time around. If the memory is recalled in essence, Mu will shift to accommodate it in full.
There is, however, a benefit to this: those who venture memories to be relived will receive both a befuddled apology from the Storyteller, who will assert that this was most definitely not meant to happen (they're the Storyteller, not the Rememberer!), as well as a tired promise that the relived memories will be worth two offerings each, as if in compensation.
Not that it counts for much, probably.
cw: panic attack
They move, initially, outside of their own volition. Standing in front of the image of a cowering child with knife out and coated in flames, teeth bared in an expression that doesn't deserve to be graced with a description. There's a buzzing in their ears, and in the end-
Chara can't do anything. They can't change the past. They can't stop his father from bringing the club down.
On Guzma's pokemon, as it appears to protect him. As it tackles him into the wall. As Guzma stands, collecting up the fallen golf club, and-
And everything is red. It's red. Their hands, their chest. The weight on them is so impossibly heavy, and they can't breathe. They can't breath, with the hilt pressed into their stomach and it's all
so
heavy.
They're still standing where the center of the room had been. Still standing where the coffee table had been, when the memory ends. Stock still, aside from the rapid rise and fall of their chest. Staring off into the blackness and not seeing anything at all.
Red.
It's all red.]
cw: mentions of self harm and abuse
There's someone there - why else would this stupid memory repeat itself - but Guzma doesn't get up, nor does he say a word. He's scrubbed at his eyes to the point of them being as red and bloodshot as the color that was tainting his past self's skin and clothes, and there are gashes along his face, where he'd dragged his nails down his skin. Bruises on his arms, from gripping onto them...something to hold. Something to wring together, to keep still. To keep his hands steady.
The sounds were always the worst part. Even if he turned away, shut his eyes, and tried to cover his ears...he could still hear it - the thumping of a club against skin and bone, mirrored to the beating of his heart in his ears. Thwack! Thwack!
Why did it have to be this one? Out of every piss poor experience he had growing up...why this one? Why did he have to go ahead and share this one? The other times it was just him grinding his teeth together and bearing the strikes himself. Over time, the pain even had dulled somewhat. An open hand, a closed fist, a belt...they all stopped hurting, after a while. But this...this one, he actually retaliated. He wasn't thinking, just acting. Just took it a step too far, perhaps, and...and--
And he doesn't regret a thing.
Is that right?
Is that okay?
Does he even care if it is?]
no subject
If they don't feel guilty... then what's wrong with them?
The child sinks to the ground where they stand, exhausted, shaking, breathing hard. If they're lucky, the ache in their muscles, this constant seizing that wracks their body in slowly decreasing intensity won't follow them into the waking world. But luck has never been on their side, has it?
Their fingers pluck at the inside of their sleeves as they stare dully ahead at nothing in particular, digits pushing hard against their arms at random intervals. Just for the ache of what's unseen beneath the fabric. A reminder that they can, have, and will deal with this situation, as they have all the ones before.
They can punish themself, when no one else is around to do it for them. This inherent wrongness is something to acknowledge, as they work their way into removing themself from the equation overall.
It started there. They cannot forget that.]