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aftr_stories2018-10-19 08:54 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,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: legion,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ captive prince: damianos,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ hollow knight: troupe master grimm,
- ✖ hyper light drifter: the guardian,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ persona 5: ann takamaki
[MU] - FEELING LIKE A GHOST (PART II)
"No, no...no!"
The Storyteller's voice cuts through the inkdrop-dark, frantic and scrambling. A distant blot of campfire gutters in the far distance - far from where you are. The disorientation of the week preceding this one has translated into Mu, and everything is hopelessly out of place. The Storyteller sounds muffled, clearly addressing someone or something else, their voice cushioned by the uniform, void-like night.
"Stop it. Stop it! I wasn't gone for very long at all. You can't behave for two weeks? You have to make it all...all...wrong? I can't keep this up - not with what I've had to do since returning - !"
Gradually, however, the shadowy campsite solidifies into being. Or...a semblance of it does, in any case. Four glistening pyres rear out from the shadows, each glowing a different color. The strange material that domes them almost resembles worked steel, forming different patterns against their multicolored backdrops.
"Will you let them at least make the choice I left to gave them?" When there is no response, they sigh. "If you can hear me...I can't make it clearer than that, at the moment. Pick one. Pick one, quickly, and try to get out before it decides to make things worse! Just add a stick to whichever one looks best to you!"
Unfortunately, whether you abstain from voting or make your choice, that's not all there is to this night...
Tonight's Storytelling, further warped by Mu's capricious nature, will likely feel familiar to those of you who were with us in December of the year prior. Only this time, you don't get much choice in what kind of story you're telling...or, indeed, any choice in the matter at all. As you wake by the Storytelling campfire, Mu shifts to form three separate events from your character's present - which is to say, within one full year of their current canonpoint - 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.
While the initial setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams, things will be far more similar to the memory share that occurred in December. All memories must be from within one year of your character's canonpoint. For questions, please refer to our OOC event post!
Even those who prefer not to voice their stories aloud are not safe this time around. The memory does not need to be willingly recalled in essence in order for Mu will shift to accommodate it in full.
Just like the last time this happened, all memories will be worth two offerings each, as if in compensation. So at least there's that!
The Storyteller's voice cuts through the inkdrop-dark, frantic and scrambling. A distant blot of campfire gutters in the far distance - far from where you are. The disorientation of the week preceding this one has translated into Mu, and everything is hopelessly out of place. The Storyteller sounds muffled, clearly addressing someone or something else, their voice cushioned by the uniform, void-like night.
"Stop it. Stop it! I wasn't gone for very long at all. You can't behave for two weeks? You have to make it all...all...wrong? I can't keep this up - not with what I've had to do since returning - !"
Gradually, however, the shadowy campsite solidifies into being. Or...a semblance of it does, in any case. Four glistening pyres rear out from the shadows, each glowing a different color. The strange material that domes them almost resembles worked steel, forming different patterns against their multicolored backdrops.
[ ♆ ] The first glows a deep crimson, kicking scarlet embers into the dream-night air. Its pit sphere portrays a crowd of people in silhouette, heads bowed in genuflection - paying homage to some looping, many-coiled shape in the sky above.Beside each pyre is heaped a pile of sticks, colored to correspond to their respective flames. The Storyteller sounds agitated when they manage to speak again:
[ ♆ ] The second glows a deep orange. Its pit sphere is worked into the shape of a looming mountain, with what might be some sort of village or ruin sprawled at its base.
[ ♆ ] The third's flames are a rich green. Its designs are most abstract; the starburst patterns that swirl across the metallic composition of its fire pit sphere could be explosions, maybe...or something else entirely.
[ ♆ ] The fourth pyre is one bearing host to golden flames, amber sparks sprayed out from behind the shape of a set of scales nestled among a flurry of birdlike shapes.
"Will you let them at least make the choice I left to gave them?" When there is no response, they sigh. "If you can hear me...I can't make it clearer than that, at the moment. Pick one. Pick one, quickly, and try to get out before it decides to make things worse! Just add a stick to whichever one looks best to you!"
Unfortunately, whether you abstain from voting or make your choice, that's not all there is to this night...
Tonight's Storytelling, further warped by Mu's capricious nature, will likely feel familiar to those of you who were with us in December of the year prior. Only this time, you don't get much choice in what kind of story you're telling...or, indeed, any choice in the matter at all. As you wake by the Storytelling campfire, Mu shifts to form three separate events from your character's present - which is to say, within one full year of their current canonpoint - 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.
While the initial setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams, things will be far more similar to the memory share that occurred in December. All memories must be from within one year of your character's canonpoint. For questions, please refer to our OOC event post!
Even those who prefer not to voice their stories aloud are not safe this time around. The memory does not need to be willingly recalled in essence in order for Mu will shift to accommodate it in full.
Just like the last time this happened, all memories will be worth two offerings each, as if in compensation. So at least there's that!
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They had said they were the last. So surrounded by their own kind, surely...?
No. This is not a happy memory. That much is made terribly, abundantly clear, very quickly. The sound of millions of voices crashing like a wave; they flinch back.
(They can't help but be reminded of something else.
The Hollow Knight had gone willingly, followed without question or hesitation; a child sacrificed to the sound of a kingdom's cries and prayers.
Legion struggles and shouts furiously and resists until the bitter end and screams until they can no longer be heard.)
Not the same.
But this is still terribly reminiscent.
The memory ends. They are already holding onto Legion's hand, hugging it fiercely.
They think it's poor comfort in the face of such a thing, but what words they have ring hollow in their head. Speechless once more.
There is nothing they can do to change the past, to change the damage that has already been done - but they can at least give them something now. )
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Their people allied with the Reapers.
Their hardware was used to facillitate this alliance.
They do not look at the Knight.)
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Legion doesn't respond to them, but neither do they push them away, and they take some courage in that. They squeeze their friend's hand, not wanting them to be alone with their thoughts.
Perhaps feeling alone is inevitable. Maybe the Knight will never understand.
But they're still here. )
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They stare at their feet instead.)
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Why?
Why would they do that, why would they treat Legion that way...all questions that could be asked by that one word.
But they don't want to demand anything. If Legion doesn't want to answer, they don't need to answer. )
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They were afraid. Our Creators were destroying us.
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Even though they were afraid
Fight, or run away, or hide. Anything, anything but the unwilling (unknowing) sacrifice of another.
The Knight made their choice, made their sacrifice, for the sake of a world they loved. Facing the end with their head held high. It was at the very least something they decided for themselves.
The kingdom my sibling was sacrificed for
They were afraid too
but it was still wrong
Begging, pleading, a sickness that would not abate...the Knight understood how they must have felt, now in the aftermath of Umui's illness more than ever.
But it was still wrong.
No matter how much illness ravaged them - if it was revealed that they needed to sacrifice another to be cured themselves, they would have not hesitated to die a second time.
Paying the price with someone else's life was a step they would never take. )
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(They won't argue that it was wrong: what they did went against their most important principles. It was a violation of everything they stood for, and Legion will carry the shame of being used for this purpose until the end of their days.
But they will not blame their people for it. Not when they know the horror of what they faced.)
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to hurt them
and to hurt you
They're simple like that. More than one thing can be wrong at once. Sometimes the wrongness is so innate that the world itself is sick.
why?
Another open-ended question. They want to know, they want to understand. In some small way. The reasons why Legion has these memories, the reason why their people did these awful things. )
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(Legion is definitely not arguing that one.
The why is more difficult, though.)
We asked if we had souls. Our sapience was undesired. The Creators had intended us to be a source of labor.
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Without really thinking about it, they move their hand under their cloak, brushing against the remainder of a new wound that is in some ways just a physical representation of old ones.
Old pains, old scars.
They don't mention it, because this is about Legion's past and not theirs.
it was cruel of them
your creators
In some ways they are repeating what the Drifter has said more than once, about them. But cruel is a word they never applied to their own history until recently, and so they apply it to Legion's history, too.
why did they think it was so bad?
to think
to feel
why did they punish you?
They don't understand. It would just go from a tool to a worker, wouldn't it? Surely things wouldn't change that much? Not like the vessels, not like them, whose entire purpose was to be empty and therefore feeling was not just discouraged but a terrible flaw. )
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(Their headflaps lift and sink slowly.)
When they tried to destroy us, we rebelled. We drove them from their Homeworld.
The attack that led to this memory was an attempt to reclaim it.