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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 (
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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.
A story and something else
So, if anybody doesn't know yet, my brother is here.
[If anyone hasn't seen Xion's genuine smile yet, now is your perfect opportunity to do so.]
Last month I'd had like... a dream. It felt a lot like this one, or... the ones I had right before waking up here for the first time. Only I'd seen my brother there. At the time... I know I talked to you about some of it. But the truth is I wasn't sure what to think. If I was just... getting my hopes up for nothing or something like that.
I couldn't help it though, so... I started gathering things that might help if he got here, like one of the left over medkits. Stuff like that
When I heard new people were arriving, I was so nervous I felt like I could burst. So I went to the Jormun celebration and looked everywhere. And then I found him eating food.
[Of all things. Although, it really wasn't so surprising, given what was happening back at the Tower before they got here.]
The Something Else
[ Near the end of the Storytelling, when there seems to be a bit of a lull ]
Also um... while everyone's here. I've been thinking about it for a bit and... well, a lot of you already know that my brother's name sounds... exactly the same as mine.
[#DifferentWorldProblems]
But... there's a bit more to it than that. And so, I've been thinking. If everyone could just... call me Aster, for now. So... it's less confusing.
[Among other things.
She isn't sure if it'll stick. She's not sure how much she'll like it. It almost feels alien for her to request this. But, well, it'll make things a lot easier on everyone else. And maybe it'll be better for her, too.]
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[He's seen here. She was hanging out by the rock when he was replying to the message asking for healers, but he just. Didn't feel like talking to her at the time. He knows a thing or two about names you have versus names you want, though, so. He makes a mental note.]
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[She remembers seeing him too, and the time they'd talked a bit up on the floating islands. But hey, anybody that Shion knows is important to know too. Friend of my friend, or brother in this case. ]
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Rat is the name of someone... really important to him back on his home world, so it makes sense. I've only met him a couple times, myself.
[Even if Rat has had a... questionable time, with the rest of Shion's adoptive family in the Tower.]
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Hello Aster.
[Stood behind her, a smile on his face. Because he knew about her decision already and had helped bounce name ideas with her. But this is the first time he has called her by her new name. He knows she is still unsure, but he also knows her reasons, all her reasons and he thinks it's a good step for her.]
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This is going to take some getting used to.
[It doesn't quite feel... right yet. Like her brain is connecting it to herself.]
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But it's not as if you can never change your mind. If you decide Aster is not for you you can go back to Xion, or chose a different name.
[There are so many flowers she could chose from]
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[Her words have that sort of... uncertain firmness of someone who's convincing themselves of something.]
It's not permanent. If it doesn't feel right...
[She can still change it.]
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So, even as tired as he is, Asch finds her a small smile.]
The flower, right? Better than mine.
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[So, another flower that sounds a lot like her name.]
And your name isn't bad.
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[There's... certainly a lot going on worth thinking about, certainly. ... speaking to someone who's changed his name before, though...]
Was your name hard to remember at first?
The Story
[he is so happy for her!! HURRAY FOR FAMILY!!!]
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I... appreciate it... [Or at least she appreciates being happy for her] But... It's not like I did anything to bring him here.
[Not to mention it'd have been almost cruel if she had. While they were doing better together, Shion was just as upset at being pulled here instead of finally going home as she was.]
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[Did I mention he's an orphan]
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Something else
Still, I didn't know you had a brother here.
Re: Something else
He just got here earlier this month, with the new arrivals. You've probably seen us hanging out.
[Because they uh... they've been doing that a lot.]
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Do you get along well?
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Something else
There's more to it than that, she says, and Chara has to wonder- if this has anything to do with their talk, the month before. Of their own name of choice, the flippancy with which they had approached the subject.]
I gather you already know that Aster is a flower.
Do you know what they symbolize?
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"I won't forget you." That's... what I was told, when I first saw them.
[When the Dusk had left them for her before disappearing. She takes everything that an Organization member (that isn't Roxas) told her with a grain of salt these days, but that was innocent enough, and Luxord had been... more honest than the rest.]
I guess... it's almost ironic, considering...
[Considering the fate she knows she has, should her efforts to change the future fail. Or then again, maybe it's fitting, considering that she will be the one who remembers.]
Sorry. I got sidetracked. There... is something I wanted to show you though. If that's okay.
[Fair was fair. It wasn't a perfect exchange, because Chara hadn't had a choice with what they shared during that Storytelling two months ago, and she was choosing to do this. But it would be a start at least. Hopefully.]
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That's one meaning. In my world, the more popular associations are love and patience. [They look at her, considering.] It suits you.
By all means, feel free to show me what you wish, Aster.
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I wrote this to Xion on PD:Darkness
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[Muffet smiles warmly, wanting to be encouraging.]
A lovely name to reintroduce yourself by, dearie. That's a sort of flower, isn't it?
[Her focus on plants is pretty much limited to edible ones, but she remembers hearing that name somewhere.]
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[Well, one version of aster is. But it's the one that matters.]
I-I'm glad everyone likes it.
[It might make things easier for her to get used to it.]
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I'll have to keep an eye out for any growing about the place, then, so you can have some of your namesake.
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