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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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[He scooted off of him some, considering that Gladio hadn't really been holding him he thought maybe he was a bit too close or maybe he was dragging this out too long.]
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[It's teasing, playful, and that only makes it more surprising when Prompto moves. It's an immediate response, slinging one arm around his waist and tugging him back against him. Or at least trying to. The movement hurts but trying to pull has him gritting his teeth, breath wheezing out in a sharp burst and all the tension in his arm gives out, even that small amount of effort leaving him winded.]
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I figured you were exaggerating a bit. I mean, come on. Seven foot?
[Might as well have said, "And then I caught a fish thiiiis big".
He furrowed his brows at Gladio, being fairly easy to pull because he wasn't particularly resistant, but something was obviously off.]
What's wrong?
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[Y'all joke about him being a behemoth.
He hesitates at the question, though. Frowns a little, glances away.]
I dunno... probably just need to stretch out or something.
[Surely it'll go away if he works it out a bit.]
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[He didn't look hurt by sight, but Prompto knew well enough what a pulled muscle was like.]
I'm, ah, not sitting on anything, am I?
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[A slight hiccup like he might have originally meant to say something else, something more habitual than anything.]
Ignis said it might be... I dunno some sort of punishment. Or I guess malfunction with the whole...
[A shrug, brows raised and gaze flicking aside.
Yeah that whole dying thing.]
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Which was weird. Usually it'd be Gladio practically breaking Prompto's back with a hearty slap.]
Maybe you guys should just get some rest when we get home. I can do the hunting and try to, get the water and stuff.
[It reminded him of when they first arrived. Trying desperately to do everything because Iggy was hurt and just learning how to get around. He didn't at all blame or resent Ignis, but there was a certain helplessness that came with it.
At least now he had more experience and more idea what to do, not to mention an actual place to sleep.]
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[He's still not 100% sure who's been doing the water but he's appreciative, even if they won't take any credit for it.
Gladio tugs Prom a little closer, as much as he's able, leans into the blond almost as though he's offering cuddles as repayment for making Prom do the heavy lifting for a bit.]
We'll get by until I get this sorted out. I'm sorry it's going to mean more work for you though.
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Nothing I can't handle. We've got a lot of the necessities already taken care of anyway. Just gotta do maintenance until things get back to normal.
[They were, fortunately, not lazy about keeping supplies up and using what storage they could. They could only keep meat around for so long, but they had a good variety of shelf stables and some renewable resources by now.]
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[There's a faint growl in his sigh, frustrated and annoyed as he leans on Prom.]
I'm sorry, man. Should still be able to handle the birds at least? Haven't been able to carry Tiana around for a week or two anyway. She's getting too big.
[Not that the weight had been an issues but she was very round and getting too leggy to be comfortable.]
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[He patted Gladio's shoulder gently. He could imagine it would be awful to suddenly lose his strength and feel helpless.]
Guess it's time to start petting her instead.