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[MU] - SEPTEMBER STORYTELLING
The Storyteller, when they greet you, has assumed the shape of an osprey. Their silhouette seems somewhat stooped, as though their materialization has come at an effort. When they speak, the words are quiet - nearly a whisper.
"New lands must be found. To that end, I will be absent for the time being. I will do my best to return promptly, but I cannot say when I will next be back."
A pause. A talon scratches the sand. The Storyteller lowers their head, plainly reluctant about what must be said next.
"I also cannot say what might occur, as a result of my absence. Mu is a capricious land that requires my constant mediation. Should it...misbehave, you will at least have the full understanding as to why. I leave you in Harv's capable hands, and - will try not to be gone long."
And with that, the scene transitions to a familiar setting.
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.
"New lands must be found. To that end, I will be absent for the time being. I will do my best to return promptly, but I cannot say when I will next be back."
A pause. A talon scratches the sand. The Storyteller lowers their head, plainly reluctant about what must be said next.
"I also cannot say what might occur, as a result of my absence. Mu is a capricious land that requires my constant mediation. Should it...misbehave, you will at least have the full understanding as to why. I leave you in Harv's capable hands, and - will try not to be gone long."
And with that, the scene transitions to a familiar setting.
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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Yeah Gladio is giving you a Look. Do you need some romance tips there little bro?]
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So. Connor, huh?
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[What of it? Problem is Shion's colouring means his blushes are even more extreme than before he changed.]
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[Hey look he remembered not to call him kiddo! But he also looks so damn amused so don't give him too much credit.]
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Shion is not good at subtle.]
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Uh... yeah. Especially calling him out in front of everyone like that.
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He did something really nice for you, yeah. But the story was a romance and it was meant for you. I think you kinda missed the point there, dude. Acknowledge what he did, sure, but don't go and share all the details with literally everyone.
That'd be like... instead of me saying "Yeah I took Iggy on a date and we had some down time with just us, it was really nice" like... giving out the details of the date which I may be shameless but I don't kiss and tell so I'm not gonna do that.
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His hands moved down from his face and he looked up at Gladio. He hadn't known. He hadn't known it was a romance until Connor had told him, by then it was too late. He had already told the story.
He blushed again and nodded miserably. At least he hadn't told everyone he and Connor had kissed, he wasn't that bad. But he still... Had no idea what he was doing and it was very apparent. He just hoped that he hadn't embarrassed Ceej so much that he never wanted to walk to him again.] I'm really bad at this... I don't know what I'm doing or how I'm meant to act or what I'm meant to do and what is...
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[He immediately shakes his head, pinching Shion's side lightly, playful and something that'll make him gasp if not squeak but definitely stop talking for a second.]
What you're meant to do is bullshit. Societal expectations don't have any business in a relationship, especially not someplace like this where they're different for everyone.
You tell him the truth, tell him how you feel, and you two work out where you wanna go from there. What matters is you're happy and comfortable with it, not that it meets some sort of standard, you got me?
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It was good advice, even if it meant trying to have another conversation about this with Ceej. This would be so much easier if they could just kiss and know all the other stuff and not have to try and discuss it.]
Yeah... I got you. [He sighed.] Shakespeare makes it seem so easy. Except the parts were everyone dies but dying isn't really permanent here so... [He was babbling again.]
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Just look at the mess with Prompto.]
It's always easier in the stories. [A shrug and a soft smile.] But it's worth it. And if you're too worried I think the fact that he made you a romance book says a lot about his feelings for you too.
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[He gestures vaguely to himself. Just everything about him. He's bad at this.]
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[Even if he didn't talk to Connor about it the feelings don't go away. There's no changing that.]
Did I mention me and Igs hardly talked for years before I showed up here?
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He shook his head.] No... I thought you two were friends.
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After Noctis vanished, without the job there to get in the way as much... I tried to show him how I felt about him. In the end, even though I loved him, I couldn't just pretend everything was the same and that we could just be friends. It hurt too much to be close to him and not able to touch him, hold him...
[He shakes his head, frowns a little.]
It ended up driving us apart. I couldn't handle it, I needed space and he didn't understand at all. So we just... drifted.
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[That was sad, especially since they had already lost Noctis. It was saddening that they had been driven apart, even though Shion was glad that here they had managed to talk, managed to realise they both loved each other.]
I'm glad you managed to talk here.
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[He shrugs, quiet for a moment before he offers Shion a smile.]
Oh I screwed plenty up here too. But it worked out in the end. And the only reason it did?
Was because I tracked you down and got some paper and just wrote him a note, told him everything. Being honest, brutally, painfully honest. Putting yourself out there and trusting the other person to care enough about you to at least let you down easy if they don't feel the same way?
Pretty sure that's the only way to really... make sure everyone's on the same page.
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Words were difficult though. Shion barely knew what he felt himself. Many things would be easier if he did.]
I'm not good with words...
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[Talk to him.... don't let time turn to bitterness and get in the way.]
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