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aftr_stories2018-05-19 08:34 pm
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[MU] - MAY STORYTELLING
In the wake of what has occurred on Ziziphus, the Storyteller has not appeared for this night's sharing of tales. The campfire is ever-present, but a morose air hangs over the flames nonetheless.
There will be no voting this time around either. It seems the Storyteller is due for a break - and so are the rest of you.
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.
There will be no voting this time around either. It seems the Storyteller is due for a break - and so are the rest of you.
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.
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Not terribly long ago, I received a remarkable gift. It came from a wish I had made, a wish to be able to provide for the people on this island. Our resources are running low, that is true... but with the gift I received, I like to think I can help in even a small way. What I received were tools, as well as a wide and large variety of seeds: herbs, vegetables, fruits.
It was more than I ever thought I could receive.
[ She pauses, and her smile becomes sheepish. ]
Truly, the rewarding part of this project is not that we have more resources... though, that is certainly part of it. What makes it truly worth it is the smiles of the men I have delivered food to. I had not realized that they would treat them as treasures of their own, and it is for that reason that I intend to open my garden up for anyone who wishes to receive what I have grown. If you wish to take me up on this offer, please find me on the southernmost cottage on the southernmost islet.
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[ This story finds her more somber, and she's quiet, staring down at her hands for some time. In the light of the fire, the scars around her eyes are harder to see, but they are there nonetheless. ]
Not long ago, I embarked upon a foolish quest. I explored a part of Ziziphus on my own, and it was a decision I regretted. I found only danger, and it was far from worth it. There are... creatures I found, quite large octopi who do not take kindly to being disrupted. They produce ink, which burns and blinds if you are unfortunate enough to receive a face full of it.
I warn you all, to do something you likely know already: Do not explore alone.
[ Here, she bows her head. ]
But even so, it was the kindness of another that helped me through this. I was blinded for the day and exhausted, unable to use my magic to heal myself, but Ignis took care of me, even as I was too frightened to do much of anything. I... am not entirely sure I can ever repay him for his help... but I am glad for it.
three.
The last is a story we likely know all well. Bliss--they took advantage of us. For me, I saw my parents, alive and whole and happy. We were all happy, and my home was flourishing and free of oppression and wrongdoing. Had I been able to stay there forever, with no consequences, I believe I would have. Yet... it was a lie, and a cruel one. I've no doubt you all feel the same, as you should.
[ Her expression is hard, as well as her voice. ]
I was glad to see them burn. They deserved it, for their foolishness.
[ But there's something about that thought that disturbs her. ]
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.... So. Like. If I were to tell you I could....... make the process a little faster, would that help?
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Would you be able to? Truly?
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[Pineapple lovers are fucked because she despises them.]
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You are a mage, then?
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[It makes sense to her.]
Nope. The proper term seems to be Elementalist, but I prefer Dragon.
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Elementalist... I see. Like this?
[ She holds out her hand, and in her palm appears a small flame. ]
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Oho. Yes. But I can do a helluva a lot more than make a cigarette lighter flame. Like..... did you know sand turns into glass when heated high enough? Well, imagine melting rock with an even higher flame.
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I can produce a much larger flame than this, actually. I cannot turn sand to glass--my true skills rest in healing.
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[ Mira raises her eyebrows, touching a hand to her chin. ]
You have an interesting way of looking at it.
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Do I? It's something my dad used to tell me when I learned medicine from him. Doctors cure, nurses comfort, and medics are there to make sure that the patients dying at the hands of either can do so in bliss.
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[Mira is taking the fall for being the first one to icly talk about Bliss, sorry. But he's, uh, not here to fight- just curious, and perhaps too tired to exercise restraint in starting discourse.
Was the dream of everything he'd ever wanted unpleasant? Yes. But does he consider it unacceptable? No, he's a guy that complimented his own assassination attempt and he doesn't understand the righteousness this lady shows.]
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Had I been able to, I would have stayed there forever. Even if it meant that I would have died.
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[stop being such a lawyer… ]
It's not the worst case of exploitation I've seen. It’s… unusual, where I come from, everyone’s reaction.