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Entry tags:
- ;event: storytelling,
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ little witch academia: atsuko kagari,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
[MU] - FEBRUARY STORYTELLING / VOTING
Surprise, surprise, islanders: you're due for another lecture from your friendly neighborhood deity. An ocelot sits before the sprawling campfire on the beaches of Mu, grooming one paw - a paw that, on second glance, will prove to not be a paw at all, but a delicate cloven hoof.
"While I am not pleased with your intrusion," says the Storyteller, "it does not mean that nothing should come of it. You've doubtless glimpsed many things, most of which you were never meant to see. I suppose that's what some might call the wizard behind the curtain."
Some. Not all. They don't care to elaborate.
"Given that you're so interested in how the islands on this archipelago come to be, I will provide you with the choice," and here they stress the word with a calm switch of their spotted tail, "as to what sort of land you would prefer to brave next. I cannot promise safe travels, but I can guarantee the manner of materials those new lands may contain."
Four round dollops of sand wobble at the Storyteller's hooved feet, as though shaped by invisible hands, trembling, jellylike in the imaginary night breeze.
"The first...I have glimpsed flora and vegetation that may benefit you - for food, for medicinal purposes, for whatever you may see fit. The second bears something that I suspect can be used to fashion buildings, tools - an ore, of some sort. The third is...loud, terribly loud. A great many people live there, and they do not seem innately hostile. The fourth is full of noises, too, but of a different sort. I suspect a large number of beasts live there; perhaps tameable, perhaps docile, and perhaps not."
Their hooves have sunk into the sand, their amber gaze fixed and unblinking at some distant point on the horizon. Then, abruptly, they straighten, and the tension clenching their slim, felid frame eases.
"...cast your votes, if you wish. Whichever you choose, I will take us there."
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. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.
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.
"While I am not pleased with your intrusion," says the Storyteller, "it does not mean that nothing should come of it. You've doubtless glimpsed many things, most of which you were never meant to see. I suppose that's what some might call the wizard behind the curtain."
Some. Not all. They don't care to elaborate.
"Given that you're so interested in how the islands on this archipelago come to be, I will provide you with the choice," and here they stress the word with a calm switch of their spotted tail, "as to what sort of land you would prefer to brave next. I cannot promise safe travels, but I can guarantee the manner of materials those new lands may contain."
Four round dollops of sand wobble at the Storyteller's hooved feet, as though shaped by invisible hands, trembling, jellylike in the imaginary night breeze.
"The first...I have glimpsed flora and vegetation that may benefit you - for food, for medicinal purposes, for whatever you may see fit. The second bears something that I suspect can be used to fashion buildings, tools - an ore, of some sort. The third is...loud, terribly loud. A great many people live there, and they do not seem innately hostile. The fourth is full of noises, too, but of a different sort. I suspect a large number of beasts live there; perhaps tameable, perhaps docile, and perhaps not."
Their hooves have sunk into the sand, their amber gaze fixed and unblinking at some distant point on the horizon. Then, abruptly, they straighten, and the tension clenching their slim, felid frame eases.
"...cast your votes, if you wish. Whichever you choose, I will take us there."
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. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (
catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.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.
Shion. OTA. Island Report 1
He listened to a few stories before it came round to him. Storytelling was a thing he had never done before. A thing he was not sure he could do. Stories were written and told by great people, people with great imaginations, creative people. Not him.
But they have been told to tell stories, Shion's not sure if there are punishments for not complying. He doesn't want to find out. He can report at least, Reno taught him that.]
I arrived on these islands not long after the rebirth of the sun. There were others who awoke with me, including Akko, Seto and Dagger, who I had met previously in a dream. We traveled towards the Jormun camp where we were met warmly and given food. I met Ignis who I had also met in a dream. I also met Asch though I first mistook him to be someone else, someone I knew before. [Because Asch and Asch are different people. Shion needs to remember that. He can't mistake them and treat this Asch the same as he did the last, he needs to respect that his new ally is a different person, or he will be no worse than those on Asch's homeworld.]
I was reunited with my sister Xion. We learned about fireworks from Tim and how the monsters were chased off by light and heat. We also spoke to Prompto and met Coco, he is a chocobo. [His voice is lighter there, less serious. Coco is seriously cute.]
After Monsun disappeared me and Xion moved into a new home. [Casually glossing over the exact reasons for that] We have been working to repair the damage to the structure of the hut. So far our experiments with leaves and vines have been working though we will need to come up with a more permament solution, especially for the large holes in the roof.
I explored some of the island, including the temple, which Ceej told me was a good meeting place due to the amount of foot traffic and the writing rock. I also visited the room of drawings. Whilst using the mana pool there I was taken to one of the islands in the sky. I did not learn all that much there except that it uses memory to form itself, there is some corruption that appears and the land restores itself during the night. At one point my mind was effected, leading me to hurt others... [He is quiet for a moment, he needs to find Ignis and apologise. He's not sure how the man will take it. In the tower forgiveness for such things had come fast, everyone knew that they could not be in control of their own actions all the time, that an experiment or game could turn them against each other. But here... he was not sure how common such things were.]
The effects faded after a day. [He stops there. His vision and what had happened afterwards, he's not sure he can report on those.]
Shion, OTA, My friend Safu
His conversation with Asch was still in his mind, and those islands in the sky had used memory to shape themselves. Memories were so precious and yet in places like this... so fragile. Xion hadn't really known who Safu was, Shion had not told her before... He is holding Xion's hand as he speaks, its not the same when covered by bandages but it's enough...]
Um... I wanted to tell another story... [He sounds a lot less confident than he did whilst making his report] In a world far away from this one there lived a girl in a city that on the surface seemed like a perfect place but was riddled with corruption and wrong to it's very core [There's anger there, breaking through his voice and he forces himself calm, he can't lose control. He can tell this story]
She was... She was so intelligent. When she was a child she studied physiology and entered a special program of education, becoming an elite of her city. She knew everything there was to know about the human body.
She... she never hesitated. She said what she thought and if people wished to fight her or were mean to her she fought back. It's... It's hard to argue with someone who can tell you exactly what is making your brain react the way it is. Coming from where she did she did not know what it was to suffer but [It's strange, the things he hates about himself, he only feels sad that those things were the same for Safu, there is no anger towards her at all] she also did not know what it was to... feel, to love [In his vision she had said she loved him, it... hadn't sounded like a thing Safu would normally say, was that Elyurius' influence or had something changed, she had gone to No.5 after all]. Anything that makes us human...
She had big brown eyes and was often solemn but when she smiled it lit up her whole face. [He's not doing her justice, he's so bad at this and it saddens him.] I know... I know most of you don't know who I am and I'm... really not good at telling stories. But...
[Memory was so important and on his world... Safu would be forgotten. Worse than that, she would have disappeared, No.6 would have erased her. Shion had never known someone very personally who had disappeared but it happened, a regular at the bakery who just one day was never there, never even existed. No record of a Safu would remain. It had not been anything anyone had spoken about, it had not even been anything Shion had thought about until he had left the city and learned about the real world. The truth that Rat had been trying to teach him]
Her name was Safu... if you could remember her I would be really grateful. [He sits down, embarrassed and sad and slightly overwhelmed, he leans into Xion's side]