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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.
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[It is not hard to witness it. It is only hard to know that Ren has witnessed it, and that she knows their story. That she now knows how little a flower or a stick will be capable of saving them from the inevitability of their own death.]
[She reaches out a hand. A tall shape draws near just behind her, unbent. The Drifter regards their own dying shape huddled against the rock, before they gently take her extended hand.]
[They are sorry, Ren, that you were made to see this.]
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Because they are brave. They could push through how bad it hurt and keep going until the end.
Her death will be peaceful. Her body will give out-her heart will beat too fast and she'll stop waking up. But it won't hurt. She'll be able to have nice dreams. If she's lucky, it might include another baseball game with Seto and his friends.
They died in pain. They died against a rock. They died-
And she holds onto their hand as tight as she can, unwilling to say I'm sorry because it doesn't help. She wouldn't want to hear that either.
Instead, if they let her, she tries a comforting act she learned from Guzma and moves her thumb in small circles against the back of their hand. It might help Drifter now. If it gives them even a second of relief, she'll consider it a success.]
...It's pretty.
[One day she might be able to see the full beauty behind the glimmering blue under their dying form. Might understand the meaning in its sudden appearance, but for now-
She tries to move her foot towards the fake water, as if her toes could reach it if she tries hard enough. She's not surprised when nothing happens.]
It reminds me of you.
1/2
[Logic would dictate this. But they decide otherwise.]
[They decide that it makes her extraordinary.]
[They let her grip their hand, run her thumb in strange little circles around the back of their glove. It's a strange, soothing pattern, tickling slightly, but not unpleasant.]
the world will wake anew
it is best
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[It is best for a silly, selfish reason. But if they will be silly and selfish, then so be it. Let them be so.]
if it did not
i would not know you
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They stand and fight to save a world because they know it's the right thing to do. They aren't scared of getting hurt and dying and bleeding over rocks because they know. They don't second guess their choices.
People like them don't run away from problems forced on them. They are people who belong to the new, beautiful worlds they helped to create. Surrounded by people who will hug them. Hold their hands. Tell them 'They did it' and 'Good job'.
Drifter is someone that deserved that and more.
But to a girl with limited time with a newfound knowledge they have none left-
She wants to be a little selfish too.]
I'm very glad Drifter is my friend.
[And she reaches her other hand for their free one, wanting to hold both now.]
It was cold, wasn't it?
[To die.]
-In that kind of place. You'll be warm if we stay like this.
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[...it was, in a sense. They lost the feeling millimeter by millimeter, slow and agonizing, because they'd continued to fight for every inch of the way. They were not in the spirit of giving up, and they'd not given up, even if it ate at them in a slow creep. It took longer, and for no reason, they know; they could have just as easily closed their dark eyes and let it all fade. The result would have been the same.]
[But it was not in their nature.]
a better world
[One untainted by corruption, and untouched by the Immortal Cell.]
[They pray, in that moment. Petition the jackal, the Storyteller, the wolf goddess with the coat of snow - to any god with the power to hear them - ]
[Never let that corruption touch the people here. Never.]
people are kind
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Drifter's heart is one of the brightest.]
You're kind too.
[It's why they deserve to be surrounded by all these good people. Why they deserved a life that didn't end with them painfully laying against a rock, bleeding and-
It's an image that'll stick with her for a long time. They didn't deserve that. But neither did the kids in the lab, sometimes she thinks she doesn't either.
A better world they had written out.
She can agree with that too.]
Your good heart makes this place better. I'm happy you're here.
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[Is it possible to be grateful for the fate of things, the way they all transpired and unspooled in regards to their own life - doomed to never crawl out of the depths of the dark, the Judgment that claimed them - if it meant that this would be the next stage in their journey? In the world of their home, perhaps they would always be doomed.]
[Here, their story is not over. It has not ended. It continues.]
[They...continue.]
and yours
yours as well
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But she knows hearts. And she knows her own doesn't shine even a fraction as bright as Drifter's, but it feels good to hear all the same. Brings a smile to her face when she thought it would be too difficult to manage with their death fresh in her mind.]
Do you want to play a fun game?
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[Of course they do. She hardly has to ask at all. A sad memory cannot be discarded, but it can be set aside to make way for better times. The months they have spent on this island, with her, have been...]
[Almost every day has been infinitely better than any singular event or stretch of time they can recall from the world they left behind. The pain in their body will never truly ease, but the pain in their soul - that burden has lightened by increments. It feels as though it lightens now, just by looking at her.]
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When she finds an area suitable for whatever dumb adventure she's about to take them on, she stops and keeps to one spot. Come over Driftybean, she's already starting the game.]
This is how you play.
[Both hands raised into the air, she hooks her thumbs together and looks to the ground.
See?? It looks like a butterfly!! It's shadow puppet time, my friend.]
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[They have never done this before. It's slow and clumsy, but eventually they manage a very basic, very simple shadow: a dog, pointed snout and parted jaws and upright ears.]
a god
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A god huh?
She looks to their hand, copying the placement of their fingers up until the pointed ears-she makes hers flop over. Tries to round her fingers to make the face smaller until it vaguely resembles a rabbit. She wiggles her fingers to make the ears move back and forth.
She did her best okay??? This is a hard game.]
A storyteller.
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[The Drifter must disassemble their dog to cup their fingers in a smile, but the iconography lives on in both their hearts. And in the physical realm, make no mistake.]
many gods watching over us
[How can they be upset at the ending their story took, when they have been blessed with the presence of so many holy creatures?]
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She copies their gesture, as usual, when something occurs to her. An image from her world she didn't see clearly before and only thinks about now that her mind has wandered to games and making Drifter happy-things she likes to do.]
Can I hold your hand?
[It's a small request with an ulterior motive!! Trust her?? Y/N]
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[Again, they must wonder...why. Why would she want to do such a thing? What benefit would that yield, for her? They are not contagious, they know, but they are not generally a creature that people wish to hold onto, and be near. Their memories, the phantom sting of flung stones and chittering outrage, is a solemn reminder of that.]
[But then...]
[But then, she has called them "pretty."]
[But then, she has showed them how to weave flowers into chains.]
[But then, she is extraordinary, in so many ways.]
[The Drifter nods, and holds out their hand.]
[Yes.]
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It had been something childish she found out early on. On days where she could play for particularly long periods of time, because her stomach was full and she had energy to burn in spades. Those rare days she would amble around, looking at everything she could find. Playing with anything she could get her hands on. Sometimes making little nonsensical games of her own with only her hands because she couldn't find a treasure before dark.
And that little half 'c' reminds her something from those days. She saw it in old books where people posed for invisible cameras and discovered she could do it too. Maybe during a riveting game of shadow puppets.]
I think it's like this-
[She holds their hand for a moment, squeezes it once because it's okay and begins to use them as a model for this diabolical game. If they allow, she'll shape their entire hand into a 'c' and gently push their thumb down. And then she makes the gesture with her own hand, pressing it against theirs if they let her get that far.
THE END RESULT?? IT'S A HEART ♡]
Two smiles can make that kind of thing.
[A term like arc or c might be more accurate, but heck. They talk in smiles and she can too. NOW SHE CAN MAYBE SHOW THEM OTHER SHAPES LIKE SQUARE AND TRIANGLE. NICE.]
Two smiles make a circle too, but I like this one best.
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[It's a heart.]
[Two smiles make...a heart.]
[It's arrestingly simple. It's simple, and in its simplicity, it strips all the excess away.]
2 halves
[Two smiles, one from each party, to form...]
1 whole
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[Not in the same way Drifter had, but it's a sentiment she agrees with-hearts and all. Two hands, two smiles, two hearts-it's better like this. Way better. And she had to change their special hand smile into half of this heart, but she hopes they're still happy. That maybe this fun game managed to push away thoughts about their death for a minute. Maybe they'll think about this all night, like she will, and wake in the morning with their fingers in a 'c' shape.
She hopes.
Hand still against theirs, she admires the shadow it makes on the ground, and sorta half sings-]
We are two in one
[Addition is great!! MATH IS POWER!]
Those are the words. I think they liked hearts too.
[Maybe! Who the heck knows. She doesn't!! Who even taught her that song?? A mystery.]
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[They don't know the words, but they would like, they think, to learn them, even if they cannot sing them aloud.]
[We are two in one.]
[Two halves, of one whole. Like two smiles, forming a heart.]
can teach the words?
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[Of course she can teach them. It's easy enough to sing the words and all it takes is repetition on their end. They'll need to do hum the melody over and over again until it sticks. She's more than happy to help with that.
And she knows a way to assist them. They used a special series of drawings the first time they sang together and she sorta remembers which. She lets go of their hand, kneels down to the ground and starts moving her finger through the dirt as she sings. Which is, oddly enough, the one thing she isn't horrible at.
✿☆✿☆✿☽✿☽✿○✿○✿☆✿○✿☆✿☼✿☁
The terrible doodles look similar, but she attempts to differentiate them with moons, stars, and clouds between the flowers. That's probably how...it works. She did her best.]
Oh round white moon
Oh how beautiful your light is tonight
How truly precious you can be
I look into your eyes and softly touch your hand
Farewell love and tomorrow we will meet again
[THERE'S A SECOND VERSE BUT GOSH. She looks up to see if they've got this part down. This is her favorite song and she wants to teach them the right way!!]
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[Or, if they forget, maybe she will teach them again, if it is not too much trouble.]
oh round white moon
oh how beautiful your light is tonight
how truly precious you can be
i look into your eyes and softly touch your hand
farewell love
and tomorrow we will meet again
this is where we pretend i didnt mess up the lyrics like five tags ago ok?? ok
These are probably the lyrics they were waiting for and then the song abruptly ends. It likely had more to it, but this is what remains after so many years of being alone. No one could really teach her the rest, if there was more.]
Oh twinkling star above, how beautiful yet lonesome.
As sad and lonesome as I am
I reach out, for your hand, We are two and one
Farewell my love until we meet again
ITS FINE....ITS FINE
how beautiful yet lonesome
as sad and lonesome as i am
[Oh...oh.]
[Lonesome, and then lonesome no longer. No wonder she likes that song, so. It is not only quite beautiful, but it - it is indicative of what the world here has allowed them. Two halves, joining to make a whole. Two and one.]
["Farewell," though.]
[They were never very good at those.]
not good at farewell
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Because unlike Drifter, that word comes naturally to her. She said goodbye to the other kids, to some ghosts and even to Seto, once. Not always with words, but she would look at them and think farewell. Goodbye.
And one day, she's going to have to say it to Drifter too.]
Your heart can say that kind of thing on its own. You don't have to write that long word.
[#problemsolver]
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