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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.
no subject
[Could be important to learn. Even if it wasn't true, it was still something to take into account.]
cw:discussion of child experimentation, attempted suicide, slight emetophobia
[It was the last thing they really found out before they left. She's still nervous, but maybe if she doesn't try to frame it as a story, it won't get... twisted? She hopes.]
The world that we were on... all of the people there had these abilities called psionics. They were different for each person, but... at the Tower of Animus, they were... using kids. For experiments.
[In the end... Xion's hopes are proved both false and true. He'll be able to see the Tower, a huge, hyperfuturistic structure in the middle of a city. Of children, so many children, all with different abilities - making fire, astral projection, healing... Children kept in rooms and used in experiments. To what end? Well...]
They wanted to find out how to create immortality, by separating the soul from the body. And Ruana was their favorite, because she could absorb the abilities and... and memories of others.
[God, she hadn't realized it until she said it aloud, but it sounds so horribly, horribly familiar.]
They... they managed to use this machine, to get the experiment to work, but something went wrong. Her soul was separated from her body but the souls of everything else, all life... they were pulled into her at the same time. So she was the only thing left.
[He'll get a vague impression here, of a huge machine taking up a whole room. Of a scared little girl and boy, of her soul being ripped out of her, pulled up and out through her mouth, of the same process (though much more violent) taking place all around the room, around the world-
Then nothing.]
For a long time, she was alone. She tried to kill herself at least once, but no matter what, she couldn't.
I don't know when things changed, or how. But... when she slept she was able to project herself, and went to all different universes, where she saw people like us. So I guess... in the end, she was lonely.
She split off parts of herself to make different people, to help run the tower. An admin [Dax], a scientist [Jason], someone to repair things [Riki] and the person she'd cared about most [Zo, or as he'd once been known, Zachary].
Once she did that... she brought her favorites to the Tower... by repeating the same experiment that made her. We were immortal, at least back on our home universes, but those universes were destroyed. Zo's psionics let him manipulate barriers, so I guess he was able to reach the ones in our worlds, and bring us to the Tower.
[He'll only get bits and flashes here, the three years of the Tower's operation under Ruana condensed down to a few seconds. Of hundreds of different people. Of "games" and experiments. Of Dax's failed coup, Jason's treachery, of the glamour failure, of the residents - those hundreds of people - organizing and fighting and-]
It took us a long time to find out, to figure out what what had really happened. But we did, and... Ruana wasn't happy. She didn't want to be alone again, even if it meant killing us all. Zo, he... he stopped her. He sent us home. Only I ended up here instead.
[The memory dissolves. Xion pauses, sighs.]
Figures that one would work.
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[What does one even say to all of that? Some things he didn't have enough details to know what they meant. Others sounded implausible: how could someone split themselves up? Unless they were a god.
It was a crazy story but he wouldn't call her a liar. He frowned.]
That all sounds... [Pursing his lips, he shook his head and glanced down.] pretty awful.
People...
[Though what he wanted to say wouldn't exactly be controversial, it struck close to home and stuck in his throat for a moment.]
People should make kids just to use them for experiments.
no subject
Nobody should be made just to be used.
[She takes a deep breath.]
Sorry. I know it's... it wasn't easy to see, so... I know it probably wasn't easy to hear either.
no subject
[No reason to apologize to him. He kept his sights on the ground.]
Sorry you had to go through it. I, don't think anything like that is going on here.
[Not as far as he'd seen, if that was any consolation.]
no subject
[She looks back up at him, smiling a bit.]
I was getting that feeling, from what I saw. There's not as much... happening here. It feels like we're being left alone more, on the whole.
[Still, it's nice to get the confirmation.]
no subject
[He continued, working on listing the positives about the place and how it'd be okay.]
It's not so bad here. Sometimes it's downright peaceful.