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lifeaftr2018-04-13 07:44 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-13 07:44 pm
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
Islander meeting!
Who: Everyone!
What: An information gathering meeting, mingle log style!
When: 13th as advertised Here!
Where: Big tent, islet 4 (sorry Ardyn!)
Warnings: Keep an eye on subject lines for warnings!
[The tent is a good place to have this. It's sheltered at least. Shion has collected strawberries and also water. He hopes that people will turn up, there's a lot to discuss. About this place, how they are here and how to leave. But also surviving here. Helping each other make the most of being here.
They had done such things in the Tower and it was a good way to get things organised. He knows he has questions and he thinks other people probably do as well. If it's anything like the Tower then people all have different bits of information that will fit together eventually.
He greats people as they enter and will encourage anyone who looks less than certain to enter and offer them strawberries.]
((OOC: So I'll put up a subthread for mingling before the meeting, then discussion points can be posted as a reply to this main thread. I'll do a few for things Shion will bring up but feel free to post your own points as well! Tag around, do breakout threads, discuss all the things. Don't worry if things go off topic. Have fun!)
What: An information gathering meeting, mingle log style!
When: 13th as advertised Here!
Where: Big tent, islet 4 (sorry Ardyn!)
Warnings: Keep an eye on subject lines for warnings!
[The tent is a good place to have this. It's sheltered at least. Shion has collected strawberries and also water. He hopes that people will turn up, there's a lot to discuss. About this place, how they are here and how to leave. But also surviving here. Helping each other make the most of being here.
They had done such things in the Tower and it was a good way to get things organised. He knows he has questions and he thinks other people probably do as well. If it's anything like the Tower then people all have different bits of information that will fit together eventually.
He greats people as they enter and will encourage anyone who looks less than certain to enter and offer them strawberries.]
((OOC: So I'll put up a subthread for mingling before the meeting, then discussion points can be posted as a reply to this main thread. I'll do a few for things Shion will bring up but feel free to post your own points as well! Tag around, do breakout threads, discuss all the things. Don't worry if things go off topic. Have fun!)
The Storyteller
I was wondering what people thought of the Story Teller. They helped us last month, a lot of us wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them. [Not really thinking about it, but it's true. Death might not be real but who was to say they would come back from eternal sleep. It was subtly different]
I don't know much about them though. [He hadn't trusted them, now he's not so sure.]
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"Y'know, honestly? Don't expect too much of them and you won't be disappointed. They're not super great at like... things. Like knowing what's happening on their world or even their own fuckin island, or like, how to handle a bunch of interplanar mortals who keep showin up on their dang lawn. But... I believe they're trying to do better, and they wanna help. They have helped, last month wasn't the first time."
There's gonna be at least a couple clowns here who are gonna have some shit to say about this, she knows, but she wouldn't be Lup if she wasn't certain of her beliefs. Bring it tbh.
"Look, I've been here since day one of fucking Fantasy Lost," she shrugs and glances down at the white-haired boy. "Whatcha wanna know, pumpkin? Hit me." Or like, anyone who needs schooling from your wise island elder Lup.
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Lup's words make him pause though and he flicks to a blank page of his notebook. "You were one of the first people here?" Red eyes blinked at her, almost excited.
"How many people were there when you arrived? Tim said it was August, seven months ago he was one of the first as well. Was he with you? Did you all wake up together? I've not been here long but Monsun and Chol were here when I first came, were there any other islands before that that disappeared? And..."
Wait. Breathing. He just wants to know... everything. He has a pretty good report of what happened when the sun was reborn, from Aster but things before that.
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"We woke up on dinky ass rafts out on the freaking ocean, I guess like two or three people to a raft? It was a whole thing even getting to shore." Her arms hurt for like a week. Not to mention she had to listen to Taako brag about his boat surfing stunt for about that long. She refuses to recall the sick panic of waking up without him by her side, though one ear flicks back as if remembering anyway. "I didn't wake up with Tim, nah, I was with-- with Kidwun and Ed." How that boat made it to shore in one piece will forever remain a shitty island mystery. But she's real glad it went down the way it did, all told.
"I guess there must've been... uhh, like twenty, thirty people coming through the store that first month? Most of them aren't around anymore. No islands or islets either, lil dude, we all camped out in the temple and explored Enso uphill both ways in the-- you know, heat. The Storyteller used our first stories to create the islets with a couple ruined buildings to get us off their couch, as it were. Monsun was the first island they pulled close for us to like, check for resources and info." Kinda uh, kinda skipping an important step in the chronology and rabbit character growth here, but she'll wait for more questions before she gets into all of that.
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"When did Monsun get drawn near? Did you use stories for that or was it like when we voted in Story telling?" He still has no idea how that worked, but Rabbit god powers would have to be the explanation for now. He figures making a basic timeline would be a good start.
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"I think-- we didn't ask for islands, that wasn't up to us. The rabbit uses some of the story juice we give them for our requests, but I think a lot of it goes into just, their general powers? And they do with that what they want, pretty much. The voting is a thing now cuz they learned to listen to us." And what a fucking rough lesson it was. Lup chews on her lip thoughtfully, kinda torn between her remembered fury and hurt, how she still doesn't forgive them, and how much faith she does have in them now. Maybe just start at the beginning.
"So when we were exploring Enso, that first, second month here, we found two locked doors engraved with some sigils that were keeping the Storyteller out. One up on the top of the mountain, the other one in the old monkey camp, down on the Southern shore. They had no idea why it was keeping them out, or what it was keeping in, and they became so damn convinced the answer to us washing up here was behind those doors that they-- They locked us in there with a week's supply of food and left us." There's no keeping the bitterness out of her voice now, especially since she'd fucking warned them not to do it, beforehand. She'd seen the disaster coming a mile off and their esteemed god of fucking storytelling, of shit literally going bad for their protagonists like all the time, didn't give a single flying fuck.
"And by us I mean all of us, it wasn't fucking optional." Every child, everyone scared or unsuited to a mission into probable danger. Nobody deserved what was coming for them, but it's so much worse that way.
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As Lup continued with her story, as the bitterness sounded in her voice he tensed, in worry of what she was about to say.
Shion's experience of the Story Teller had been a god that was trying to help. But he was not surprised as Lip told her story. They had locked the islanders behind doors that they could not sense behind. Because they wanted information. An experiment.
"Beings of power rarely ask for volunteers." He didn't sound bitter himself more... Resigned. And his voice was gentle as he spoke again, acknowledging that whatever had happened behind those door was probably an awful thing for her to recall.
"What happened?"
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"There was-- Well at first we just found a bunch of ancient buildings carved into the caves, which is weird enough on its own? Nothing much was even left, and those sigils were everywhere. But there was this, this glowing crystal cropping up everywhere. And the further down we went, the more of it there was. And then uh, big crystal golems started attacking us. Took some doing to take one down, but once you did and you really, you properly looked at it? You could tell there was something inside. Somebody." Fuck, no more talking around it. No thinking about how, how Taako could've been one of those things if he'd-- if she and Chara hadn't found him. The conclusion is inevitable, and her voice shows it, growing hard and flat for what's ahead.
"The crystal was transmuting people. Like an infection. Most people had touched it, used it for lighting or, or blew it up to get at the sigils, breathed in the dust and-- It, it grew so slowly. I think some people survived by cutting the crystal out fast, but-- Lots of people died, down there. Horribly." And that's all she's gonna say. That's all she has to say, to get the point across. No reason to paint a fucking word picture here of the suffering of the infected, and of those who-- who could do nothing for the people they cared about, except to make it quick.
"The Storyteller got us out once the last of us left had destroyed all the sigils. Revived the dead a couple days later. They were... horrified at what they'd done, and they promised they'd never force us to go anywhere against our will ever again."
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"Parasistic crystals." People trapped inside rocks, it sounded awful. It was awful that they had had to see that, fight that, witness their friends die to that. People died horribly. Other people had had to watch their friends die. Having been on both sides of that Shion knew that the latter was always worse.
"They didn't want to actually kill you..." Or were very good liars. But why lie? They were a god. They didn't have to lie. "Did they keep their promise?"
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Storyteller...what drew him in was the way they talked about events and tried to get him to understand...He scrubs at his face and drops his hands to his sides. "We have a gap in understanding them too. We have to work together, them and us to find the middle ground. I noticed their ability to act or know something has some limits. If a group rejects stories...I don't think they can follow or know beyond the point the group rejected them. Does that make sense?"
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He looked down at his notebook, thinking. "I asked them about the floating islands and the strange... almost volcanic rock that was there and they told me they didn't know how the rock thought, or the sand or the sea."
A pause, "They don't seem to like the sea."
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The creatures that came out of the depths were something violent and strange. They wanted the night to never end. Just thinking about them makes his fingers curl into his palm. So many lives were lost. He'd tried to save them all but people die. Sometimes doctors can do nothing about it. "What did they say, as word for word as you can get about the sea?"
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"It was not what they said exactly. Their words were 'I do not understand how a rock thinks. Just as I do not understand how the trees think, nor the sand, nor the sea. They answer to forces beyond my grasp.'" Shion frowned, "It was... the hair on their shoulders bristled, they looked... concerned."
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He crosses his arms over his chest and the more he thinks about it. The more sure he is. “Yeah. Did they say anything else about it?”
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"It's a good theory though, if they only understand things that tell stories..."
He shook his head. "No they didn't. It was just the fur..."
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"...I think the more we work with them. The more they might come to understand through us. I'm not certain. I'll even ask them about it. Just in case I'm misunderstanding their limitations."
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It's a convincing theory, he wrote it down. Story Teller finds understanding through us, they cannot comprehend what cannot or will not tell stories.
"Perhaps we should ask, though I am not sure they will answer." It was worth a try anyways and the Story Teller might have inadvertently hurt islanders in the past but they did not strike Shion as an angry god.
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He pauses. "I don't remember how it happened. Just a little while before the siege. I woke up with more memories in my head than they'd had there before. And," He gestures to himself. "I'm 22. Not 17. That's a pretty significant age change."
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But Hinata had returned to a living world before the siege of the sun... At Hinata's final words he frowned. He had been 17 before the siege and now he was 22... Physically aged.
He remembered in the Tower when everyone had gotten older overnight. Older with years of false memories in their head. It had been an experiment. Was this? Were there others who had been affected?
"You gained five years? How long did you disappear for?"