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aftr_stories2018-11-20 08:48 pm
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[MU] - NOVEMBER STORYTELLING
After the chaos of last month's Storytelling, it's probably nice to have a little routine involved. Compared to the bombast and terror of October, tonight is downright peaceable.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
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.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
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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God of Justice... that sounds dangerous.
[He's seen what some people's idea of justice is. But that does have him raising his hand to show off the mark on it.]
That what this is all about?
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[He frowns when he sees the mark, he has no idea what that's about. He's not seen one before.] Has that just appeared?
[But as he reaches out he sees the red mark on his own hand and freezes, panic rising. That hadn't been there before... Had it? He hadn't noticed, hadn't looked at his hands since awakening in the Storytelling circle.] This isn't good...
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Just woke up with it. Dunno how long it's- [Well hell, Shion has one too. Gladio reaches out to take the younger man's hand, lifting it up to look at the mark that glows faintly on his hand.]
I'm all for ink but there's gotta be some meaning too it. Not sure I wanna know what the meaning here is supposed to be.
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[Chosen for what he has no idea. By whom? He has even less of an idea. But marks appearing on you overnight were never good. They were different signs, Shion had no idea what they might mean.
But it would be nothing good. It never was.]
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If it's on us here I doubt there's gonna be much we can do but wait and see what happens.
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[Or something. Get through it with their minds intact. Endure and pick up the pieces afterwards.
As usual. Shion leans on Gladio, tired.]
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[Whatever else happens he'll do his damnedest to keep you safe and you know it, Shion.
Gladio just rests an arm around the smaller man's shoulders, as reassuring as he can be. They both know the drill, they just can't give up.]