The Goddess of Ruin rests upon her alter, heels over the side of it far above you. Her scythe is absent as she looks down at you. No, not at; there's something about her that suggests to. Her wings are folded, making her look almost... approachable.
"Hey." You look up at the Goddess and realize she's on her stomach, leaning over her alter in order to reach her hand down towards you. "Do you have a fragment? If you've got one, I'll let you see something that might interest you."
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UNLESS YOUR NAME IS ON THE FOLLOWING LIST you must return to a MAIN LOCATION and gather a fragment. Instructions to get a fragment are on page 1 of these threads:
Upon giving the fragment to the Goddess (or not, should you have assisted her earlier), she takes the fragment before twisting around, scrambling back into a standing position on her podium. She spreads her wings wide, her red scythe appearing in her hands again. The Shrine seems to grow darker and darker still...
You find yourself seated. The room is cold, the chair you are sitting on is hard. Across from you the shadow rests their elbows upon the desk, watching you. "Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
The movements you make are not your own. It's as if you are viewing something through someone else's eyes. Then it clicks: this is you. You hear yourself agree, to commit to something.
Across from you the figure sighs. They push a piece of blank paper towards you along with a pen. "Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back." They tilt their head to one side. "Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
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YOUR TASK is to write a letter to someone your student character cares for. It can be an NPC from their past, a friend, another person's character, etcetc. Think of this as your character's will, a last chance to tell someone something they otherwise wouldn't be able to say.
As the last word is committed to paper, the shadowy figure before you begins to waver. Bright spots of color emerge, defining them. She reaches forward and takes the paper. "These words aren't for you." she whispers, "You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten." The Goddess reaches out and plucks the pen from your unresisting grip, taking the memory of your words and the thought of the one(s) you wrote to away from you. The Goddess of Ruin folds the paper and tucks it away. She does, however, leave you with the memory that you wrote something to someone.
Whether you feel that it is okay or whether it is wrong is left to your own devices.
Did my character really write this? Yes. These will exist ICly post-meta.
Where are the letters? Still in the Goddess of Ruin's possession; they have not been sent.
Can mu character have received one? No. Ruin takes them before you can send them off.
Can I write to another person's character? Yes.
Can I show them what I've written? Yes.
Will they know about it ICly? No.
Can my character tell another that they wrote to them? No. Ruin took the memory of WHO you wrote to as well as WHAT you wrote. The only thing she leaves you with is the knowledge that you left a message for someone, somewhere.
Who/How does my character remember someone? The memory of this task takes place *RIGHT BEFORE META*. So fall back onto your character's friends, family, history... they can even write to themselves or the local conspiracy newspaper column.
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:03 pm
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Character Name: Aeruban Link to Heart Log:Journal Link to Fragment:Fragments
Upon giving the fragment to the Goddess, she took the fragments before twisting around, scrambling back into a standing position on her podium. She spreads her wings wide, her red scythe appearing in her hands again. The Shrine seems to grow darker and darker still...
Aeruban found himself seated. The room grew cold, the chair he was sitting on became hard. Across from the room the shadow resed their elbows upon the desk, watching you. "Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
The movement he made were not his own. It's as if he was viewing something through someone else's eyes. Then it clicked; it was him. he was hearing himself agree, to commit to something.
Across from him the figure sighs. They push a piece of blank paper towards you along with a pen. "Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back." They tilt their head to one side. "Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
Taking it, he looked at the blank parchment, unsure what to write... but it dawned on him further that he didn't have anyone to write to... But they said that the letter would be sure to be delivered, right?...
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Father,
You may not get this, but I felt like I should write this to someone. Mother and Uncle have been themselves, not much has changed in the last seven years, but the pack seems to be stable; both mother's and yours. I hope you are doing well, wherever you are. They said that my message will be heard, so I am hopeful that you will receive this...
Thank you for everything. Honestly. I have learned more from you than any of mother's tutors. Uncle is a poor substitute for you, as well. He is far more invested in winning mother's interest, but by the standards of mates, you are still hers and she cannot take another. Seems she forgot about that bit of information, huh? Well, I don't have a lot to say. I've been fine, I've grown a lot too, I think you'd be impressed, I do take after you, afterall. Uncle doesn't stand a chance against me in a fight. I've been attending the Amityville school as a student, and I hope to master F.E.A.R. someday too. You should visit.
They said that I may not come back from this adventure... so could I ask you a favor? Look after my little ones. Beside you, they seem to be the closest ones I have to a family.
~ Uru'baen.
As the last word is committed to paper, the shadowy figure before him began to waver. Bright spots of color emerge, defining them. She reached forward and took the paper. "These words aren't for you." she whispers, "You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten." The Goddess reaches out and plucks the pen from your unresisting grip, taking the memory of your words and the thought of the one(s) you wrote to away from you. The Goddess of Ruin folds the paper and tucks it away. She does, however, leave you with the memory that you wrote something to someone.
Whether you feel that it is okay or whether it is wrong is left to your own devices.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:51 pm
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Character Name: Remye Gnorelan Link to Heart Log:Log Link to Fragment:Fragment
Remye came back from hunting for the fragment, and gave it gladly, smiling slightly as the Goddess twisted and scrambled into position on her podium. She watched the wings spread open, the scythe replacing itself in her hand, and frowned as it began to grow dimmer around her, looking around until suddenly –
Remye was sitting, looking around with a frown. She looked at the shadow in front of her, then nodded slightly to what it was saying, unaware of why she was agreeing to this. It sounded dangerous, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. “Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back.”
Still, she was agreeing. Remye was agreeing through this shell and it came to her quite suddenly: This was her. This was her life. She’d lived this, once. She found herself nodding, snorting softly. “Yeah, I know. But, hey. Kill or be killed, right?” She grinned at the shadow, even at the sigh it made.
She looked down at the blank piece of paper, taking the pen and eying it for a long moment. “… Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for.” She looked up, furrowing her brow in confusion. “What for?”
“There is a chance you might not come back. Did you think I was joking? This is serious.”
Remye grimaced, wanting her Past Self to take it back, to go back to her bed and curl up and stay safe and warm and –
“Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don’t make it… I’ll make sure that your words are received.”
Remye nodded softly at that, smiling emptily. “Thanks.” She muttered, looking at the paper for a long minute. Then she pressed the pen to the paper and began writing, occasionally scribbling words out quickly. As she wrote, she was dimly aware that her chest felt tight, and her face wet.
Droplets hit the paper.
Saying goodbye, even though it wasn’t in person, was hard, and she kept scratching things out to sugarcoat that she might not come back. She might never see her Dad again, or her brother, or any of her family. By the time she was done and pushed the paper back, she was sobbing, sinking into the chair and hugging herself.
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DaddyDad Jackson,
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Part of me hopes you, y’know. You won’t. You won’t have to. That this will never reach you and we can just pretend everything’s okay. But it hasn’t been, has it? Not for a long time. Not since I was a kid. And I’m sorry, Dad. I’m so, so sorry. For all of it. For being such a ********, for fighting, for Avery.
I’m going away, Dad. They said I might not come back, maybe not for a while. Maybe not at all. I might die here, Dad. But don’t worry. I mean, I’ve survived everything else right? I’m your little soldier.
I just want you to know I get it. Why you pushed so hard for me, why you wanted me to be serious, not get caught up in Junior’s schemes and games and s**t. But I was still a kid, Dad. I deserved to have fun. I deserved to have something that even looked normal from the outside looking in. I loved hunting, Dad, I did. I still do. But
I’m still your little soldier. And what I’m about to do… It’s to prove that to you. To prove that to everyone. I’m not a ********, Dad, I swear I’ll show you that. I’ll make up Avery, I’ll make it up to everyone, I’ll fix everything when I come back.
But if I don’t come back
I’m so sorry, Daddy, please forgive me
I'll be back. I promise. Take care of Ma and the pups, okay? Don't worry.
Em
Before she could take the letter back and shred it, take it all back, the shadowy figure was wavering away, and bright spots of color began to emerge. She looked up at the Goddess as she appeared, taking the letter. She reached out for it. “No, no give it back, please, don’t let him see that, he can’t see that. I-I’ve cried all over it, he’ll see that and smell the weakness, please just—just give it back—“
“These words aren’t for you. You don’t need to think about them. Not again.”
Remye shrunk back, her hand falling away as the memory was taken from her. She reached up, confused, trying to cling to the memory that wasn’t there and only getting that she’d written a letter, or something, to someone important to it. What was it? She needed to see it, needed to see what it said.
Tears streamed down her face as she wiped them away, getting up and scrambling away from the Goddess of Ruin’s podium. Flight kicked in, and Remye ran, both from what she didn’t know and from the Goddess that took that knowledge from her.
She's not sure where she is. All she knows is that someone is speaking to her, giving her instructions on...writing a letter? What is going on?
Frowning, Ixy opens her mouth to say something, but another voice interrupts her before she can. No...not another voice--her voice. It's like she's not in control of her own body, or like she's viewing a scene or memory through another self. Regardless, she has a letter to write...
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Uncle Hayate,
Hello, uncle! I hope you're doing well. I'm the same as always, haha, but um...how is your house search going? Last I heard from mother and father, you were stuck between two choices. Have you finally come to a decision? I'd really like to visit once you settle in!
...I'm sure you probably already realized it from all the blabbering, but I didn't really write to you to make small talk. To be honest, I'll be going somewhere for a bit. I can't tell you where, but they...told me that there's a chance I won't make it back. Of course, this isn't to say that I definitely not coming back, but it does mean that this might possibly be the last time that you hear from me.
Don't be sad, okay? I have to do this. I wish that I could tell you more, but...at the very least, I can promise you that I'll try my best to return in one piece. Until then, please don't worry too much about me! I'm not a little girl anymore, so there's nothing to fret about! In case that this really is the last time you hear from me though...just know that I really appreciate what you've done for me. You've taken care of me ever since I was a child, and it's because of you that I'm the person I am today. I don't have enough words to express just how grateful I am to you, but just...thank you. And I'm sorry.
Take care of yourself, okay? I'll be mad if I come back to find that you haven't been!
All my love,
Xiuying
Once she finally finished, she docilely lets the Goddess take both her letter and her memory of the recipient away from her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:02 pm
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Character Name: Decyl Link to Heart Log:Heart Log Link to Fragment:Fragment
Upon the goddess’ greeting, Decyl knew she had wanted something. However the notion that he should hand over this crystal like the last five irked him. He took a moment to just stare at her and listen to her deal, one that perks his curiosity. Something interesting she said…Maybe it would prove to be equivalent to the price of handing over that crystal he so wanted.
Handing it over, he did not expect to suddenly awaken to being seated before a desk inside a cold room. A figure sat before him, talking to him about a task that could very well kill him. He had wanted to respond, but his body refused to move…well, not to his will at least. It moved differently than planned, and as he experienced his situation, something clicked – he was in someone’s body. But who?
That answer took a little longer before presenting himself. It was him sitting there, but…
Write his goodbyes. Who did he write it to?
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Mother,
They said I could very well die, and you are the only person I have any attachment to even if it could be for the wrong reasons. I don’t even know if this letter would reach you with how long you had disappeared for, but I’m writing to you.
I have so many questions for you that will probably never be answered. However, addressing them now in this letter wouldn’t do anything. I would be gone, and never would I hear the answer anyways. Instead, I want to tell you how much I hate you. I hate you for disappearing on me when I still needed you. Gone for years with nothing to even tell me you were alive until you sent that letter to tell me to go to school. I am just so angry with you and I can’t help but wonder why you did it. It bothers me so much, but I can do nothing but wait.
I’ll have an eternity to do that if I die I guess.
And, even with all the anger and bitterness I felt towards you because of what you did, I also wanted to tell you how much I appreciated you. I still do. As much as I hated you, I want to see you again. I want to tell you how much I hated you, but also how much I missed you and loved you. So yea. You can probably tell this letter is starting to get awkward already.
Just know that I still look up to you, know that I hated you, wanted to see you, and continues to be that horribly hammy little boy you raised.
With love, Clyde
PS. I know you’re laughing and calling me a ham. PSS. Stop laughing. >:C
Decyl let out a bitter laugh, but the emotion that caused the laugh disappeared as quickly as it came. The letter the goddess took was tucked away soon after, and all Decyl could remember was simply having written something to someone.
….But.
What did he write?
He can’t remember, and the inability to remember is slowly putting him on edge.
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:17 pm
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Character Name: Eir Link to Heart Log:[xXx] Link to Fragment:[XxX]
[Eir entered from The Spire!]
Hmm. This is unusual, thought Eir as he entered the Shrine (no wandering elsewhere this time fortunately) because it was not the sight of a black statue that welcomed him: The Goddess of Ruin herself rests upon her alter, heels over the side of it far above the shadow. Her scythe is absent as she looks down at him. No, not at; there's something about her that suggests to. Her wings are folded, making her look almost... approachable.
"Hey." Eir looked up at the Goddess and realize she's lying on her stomach, leaning over her altar in order to reach her hand down towards him. "Do you have a fragment? If you've got one, I'll let you see something that might interest you."
"I do. This is freshly-caught Fragment, your Highness." Said Eir, presenting the Fragment he just caught before.
With a "Hmm...",she took the fragment before twisting around, scrambling back into a standing position on her podium. She spreads her wings wide, her red scythe appearing in her hands again. The Shrine seems to grow darker and darker still...
He find himself seated. The room is cold, the chair he is sitting on is hard.
Across from him, the shadow rests their elbows upon the desk, watching his movement closely. "Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back." The voice was a bit muffled...as if there's something plugging his ears shut.
The movements 'he' makes are not of his own. It's as if he is viewing something through someone else's eyes....a rather familiar sensation. Then it clicks: 'this' is him. Eir heard himself agreeing , to commit to something.
Across from him the figure sighs. 'It' pushed a piece of blank paper towards him along with a pen.
"Very well. Take a moment to write a letter to those you care for. There is a chance you might not come back." 'It' tilt their head to one side. "Did you think I was joking? This is serious. Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
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Dear Dad,
My chemotherapy session will began next week. I am writing this letter for you to inform you (you should have been informed of this already, but I kinda want to stress it) that even if the cancer growth can be stopped, I won't regain the brain mass that have been compromised. In short, should the cancer cured, my condition would progressively worsen.
I can't bring this to mom, so I was hoping that you can at least return for a while to break out the bad news.
Well, that is all. I can't think of anything else to write.
Rei.
As the last word is committed to paper, the shadowy figure before him begins to waver. Bright spots of color emerge, defining 'it'.
She reaches forward and takes the paper. "These words aren't for you." she whispers, "You don't need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten."
The Goddess reaches out and plucks the pen from his unresisting grip, taking the memory of your words and the thought of the one he wrote to away from him.
The Goddess of Ruin folds the paper and tucks it away. She does, however, left him with the memory that he wrote something to someone.
But he felt...that it was okay.
[Eir exchanged a Fragment and...something in the paper the Goddess took with Blessing!
Character Name: Mnezara Link to Heart Log:Link Link to Fragment:Here
"Here." She said, holding out the fragment to the Goddess, narrowing her eyes warily as all grew darker around them.
Mnezara found herself in a cold hard chair, staring at a shadow. "Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
She could not move her own hands. Her mouth opened, and agreed to whatever it was, and Mnezara wished she could do something other than watch. Where was she? And more importantly, why was her body being controlled by someone else?
A paper was shoved in her direction and she looked down, taking a deep breath before her hand moved to take a pen, setting it down on the paper.
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Radek,
I haven't written to you much, have I? I'm sorry. I hope everyone is well. No, I know they will be, with Dad and you and Mira... and now that Mother is back, to take care of the whole family. I hope all of you aren't worrying for me too much. After all, I chose this.
I'm writing because I have to tell you, and I guess, everyone else, something. Something important. I need to go on a journey and I may not come back. That's what they told me anyway.
But don't worry too much. I'll do the best I can. If something does happen to me, just know that I never gave up.
I may never see you all again. It just sank in and I
Raddie, take care of everyone, okay? I trust you the most. You know that.
Make sure that our family is never torn apart again.
With love, Marzena
Her head spun in confusion, but she could not even move as the Goddess took the letter and the memory away from her.
But there was something, wasn't there? She had wrote something... to someone... but who and what?
Did it really matter when she couldn't think of anyone she would write a letter to?
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:21 am
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Character Name: Linswo Link to Heart Log:link Link to Fragment:link
He relinquishes the fragment easily enough. While he considers the memories to be precious now, they are only snippets he can’t make sense of. Sure, there is a feeling of nostalgia and words on the tip of his tongue, but ultimately they never come. Ultimately, what interests him is the Ruin Goddess’ offer. He doesn’t know if he should trust her, but for now he will accept her proposition. Linswo stands back as the winged woman eases back into her seat with her scythe in hand. Gradually, everything turns dark.
He finds himself seated. The room is uncomfortable cold, but the hard seat even more so. It’s like he’s stuck in a classroom once more, sitting in a plastic chair while listening to the teacher lecture. His hands grip the chair’s side while he stares at the shadowed elbows in front of him. “Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there’s a chance you may not come back.” The person agrees, and he immediately realizes that the person is himself. He hears the figure sigh before handing him a blank sheet and pen. He writes.
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Eva,
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, and to be honest I hope you never do, but I guess things don’t always work out the way we wish for. It’s a bit weird writing to you formally in pen. Whatever I want to say to you I can just tell you in person, but I’m afraid this time isn’t the case. I’m pretty sure what I’m about to say is obvious, but since I’ve never actually told you I’ll tell you now. Maybe I’ll tell you if I come back.
I’m so glad I met you. You always had a smile on your face that kept me going even when I didn’t want to. It’s because you were there that I was able to smile too. Because sometimes I just want to lie down in bed and never come back out. I can’t say I was surprised when we realized we were related. I think in the back of my mind I noticed. The way we smiled so easily. The way we acted so optimistically. They felt familiar, and I’m glad you’re my cousin. You are important to me. You’re like the little sister I’ve always wanted—growing up as an only child was a bit hard, you know? Given our circumstances. I only regret not spending time with you as we grew up, and I hope we can make up that lost time. But if I don’t…
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more of a brother to you and I’m sorry we couldn’t catch up with each other. I’m sorry I didn’t realize our connection sooner. I really should’ve.
All of these apologies are probably making you worry, but don’t be, okay? I’ll be fine. This was my choice, and I know you’ll understand that. We’re cousins after all. Properly look after yourself, okay? I know we tend to do stupid things together, but if I’m not there by your side to help bail ourselves out, I’ll be worried. Be careful.
-Wilson Hopkins
When he finishes, the shadowed figure trembles. Colors emerge, and the Goddess emerges to take the paper from him.
“These words aren’t for you. You don’t need to think about them. Not again. Do not let them worry you, you will not be forgotten.”
Oh, is that so? That’s certainly a reli—
She snatches the pen out of his hand, and the letter’s contents unravel, disappearing from his memories. All that’s left is a vague echo that he wrote something to someone, but he doesn’t know what.
Character Name: Breuse Link to Heart Log:Link Link to Fragment:Here
He found himself in the Spire, where the Goddess sat upon her altar, reaching down and asking him for a fragment.
And so he nodded, and pulled it out of his pocket, handing the small crystal over. It wasn't as if he had any use for it anyway--
He blinked. Was it just him, or were things getting darker? He tried to speak, but nothing came out, and strangely enough, he was standing no more. Breuse found himself seated, on a hard chair in a cold room, facing a shadowed figure that asked him for certainty. Did he want to do this? What was this?
"Yes." He found himself speaking, even when he hadn't wanted to say anything. This was his voice, sounding grim and resolute. He looked down at the paper, his hand reaching for the pen, though these movements were controlled by someone else.
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Dear Arthur and Thack,
I might not come back.
That's what they said anyway. I didn't think it was right to beat around the bush even in this letter of... farewell, I guess? I mean, I imagined what it would be like to get this letter from either of you and I wouldn't want to read until the very end to realize that I could lose one of my brothers forever...
We're triplets, after all. We were always together. And even though we drifted apart when we came to Amityville, with different hobbies and interests, we're always happy when we get to see each other. I know I certainly am. I can't imagine a life without either of you. I wish I could say these words to you both. But I can't. I wonder if I even could. Maybe I don't need to, with the unspoken bond between us. But maybe I should. Some things don't need to be taken for granted, after all.
If I don't come back, there's only one thing I ask of you both. Please take care of yourselves, and each other... and Tomoko. Arthur, you might have never met her, but she's the sweetest kitsune and a good friend to Thack and I.
The last thing I have to say is that I'm sorry. I haven't been around much, nor talked to you both in quite a while but you're both the closest people to me and it hurts knowing that I could never see both of you ever again.
It's been an honor being your brother.
With love, Erebus
He found himself blinking back tears, even when Breuse didn't quite understand everything. He didn't even fight back when the Goddess took it away from him, and left him empty and hollow inside.
Maybe he should have.
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:04 am
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Character Name: Kin Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Here
Nik was chewing on his lip, slightly anxious after speaking with this red figure, he might not come back, might not make it... He wondered if he could request the goddess before him help him find her if he made it through her trials but kept the thought to himself as he stared at the page... and slowly, reluctantly began writing.
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Dear Aveda, I am not sure if you remember me, Nikki, the wolf demon from when you were small. I hope you are doing well in this life....
the wolf demon paused for a moment, it had been years and he was unsure if she did even remember him, if she even knew he resented her for years, sighing deeply he continued writing words he never would have said if death didn't loom over his head, his pride had never allowed him.
Ok Aveda I am just going to be honest with you, I have accepted a task, one that I was just told could be deadly
Quickly he scribbled out the word.
slightly dangerous. I just wanted to write and let you know something just in case... it doesn't turn out how I wish it to. I am sorry I ran from you that day, didn't say goodbye, didn't give you a chance to speak... I loved you so badly my heart shattered when I was separated from you.... You are probably happy with some other monster but I wanted you to know I still cared... just in case. -sincerely, Nikki
Staring down at the letter he shuddered, he was torn, he had wanted to speak to her once more for years but he didn't want to have to die for his words to reach her and he wouldn't say them without a little... incentive. Taking a deep breath Nik hung his head ever so slightly and held up the page to the goddess.
After she spoke once more 'you will not be forgotten' a spike of fear went through him for a moment, it sounded so final, so resolute that he would be one of the ones to not make it back, and then the memories drained from him.
It took Kin a long time to even acknowledge he remembered writing anyone anything.
There was someone in front of her. A shadow was asking her a question, and she would of replied, but someone else did it for her.
"Keh, there's always a chance I'll die. When is there isn't? I'm always thrown on deaths door. It's just par for the course."
A piece of paper was put in front of her, and she began to write.
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Dear Mother and Father
You wont be able to contact me for a little while. I'll be going on a journey, and this journey will probably test me to my limits and beyond. There might be a small chance I wont return, but I very much doubt it. I hate losing, and more then that I've got much to accomplish. But anyway, I love you both very much, and ask you to not fret over me. I'll be fine, I'll do everything I can to make it back alive. As you said mother, there will be many things in life that will test me, and I must give it my all to overcome there. I will be as careful as possible too father, and try not to lose my cool when the going gets tough. For I want to use my strength to help others.
Pokerus
As soon as she had finished, she was facing someone else entirely. The goddess was there, taking her paper, and the memory of it as well. Now she sat there and frowned, trying to recall what she just wrote. She knew she had written something....
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:41 am
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Character Name: Raedala / Aldara Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:
"Are you entirely sure about this? Once you go, there is a chance you may not come back."
"I'm sure." She nodded, even though she really wasn't. There was something more going on; something that she didn't quite understand.
What she did understand was that it had to be done. She had sat still, sat quietly, for far too long. She had hidden from so many things.
It was time to be a part of them.
"...Write your good-byes, the things you never said. If you don't make it... I'll make sure that your words are received."
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Yui,
I think I might have done something stupid and I hope... I hope when it is over we can talk more about it.
Right now, though, I don't want to waste words telling you how dangerous it will be, or how frightened I am.
I wanted to let you know that I am lucky to have you as a friend. I have been bitter, angry and more than a little bit mean-spirited since my arrival at school and, despite that, you gave me a chance. Rather relentlessly, actually. You wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and you made me go out and have fun.
I guess, in the end, you're why I've signed up for this. I want to try to be better. I want to do great things.
I want to be the sort of friend that you can be proud to have.
If, for whatever reason, I don't make it back... I want you to know that you have been a great friend; a beautiful person. Remember me? And give that stuffed shark a hug if you are feeling sad.
I do not want to say 'good-bye'. I am not good with them. I... Do not get to say them often. Aleka, my friend from back home, I did not get to say one to her either.
I will not say one to you, then. Instead I will say
SEE YOU SOON!
~ Aldara
Her eyes stung, even after the quill was taken from her fingers. It hurt and she could no longer remember why. Whatever she had written, it must have meant something.
Why would the Goddess take that away? She had to have had her reasons...
Character Name: Lyzzi Link to Heart Log:Here Link to Fragment:Here
Lyzzi was intrigued, and had gone to collect a fragment - it wasn't an expensive cost, she thought. There were fragments all over the place, but... A memory. That was priceless, and not obtainable by her own power.
After handing the fragment over, she found herself... Well, she wasn't sure where she currently was, but it was cold and dark and uncomfortable. There was someone giving her a set of instructions, but when she tried to reach for the materials provided, she realized that she was not in control of her own body. Rather, she was simply a spectator, only able to watch what the "her" in her memory wrote.
Quote:
Dear Mac,
How are you? I was told that if I wasn't sure how to start a conversation with you, especially since it's been so long since we last spoke, that I should start the conversation off with that. Having said that though, I really do want to know how you've been. It's been so many Octobers since that day, hasn't it?
I was supposed to go see you and talk to you personally, but things had changed. I'll be going away for a bit, and there's apparently a chance that I'll not be able to make it back. If you're reading this letter, then it means that I am gone, and you'll never see me again. And I'll never see you. I suppose I'll add that to my list of regrets, except if I'm gone, I can't really feel regret.
You know how you once told me that I shouldn't think so much? If only thoughts were as easy to contain as a single skellyphone, to be tucked away under someone's hat. But like you pointed out, unless I'm distracted, I tend to over-think, and over-thinking had caused me to avoid you. I didn't have the courage to look you up, knowing that I still harbor feelings for you. You told me that love can fade away, and I'm frightened - that I was merely just another ghoul of your past, that you might forget me, that I no longer mean anything to you.
And a small, selfish part of me was - is - frightened that you would move on sooner than me.
I thought that if you did not look me up, it must mean that I'm not important enough to you. Or that you do not miss me the way I miss you. And although I know that it is not true, that you are not the heartless person some people might make you out to be, these thoughts fester and grow... And when you tell a lie enough times, I guess it becomes reality for that person. In the end, I guess I must really be terrified.
Maybe it's good that I no longer exist, if you do get to read this letter. I wouldn't be sure how to say all of these things directly to you, face to face... I sicken myself whenever I start having selfish thoughts about you. It seems I am - was - too possessive of the man I loved. I'm sorry if you ever felt like you were unable to breathe or be yourself around me. Know that I never meant for you to feel that way, and that I fell in love with you... While you were being you. A meanie.
I suppose it would be beneficial for that love to fade away one day, if I return safely. But then again, if I did, you wouldn't be reading this letter, and I probably still wouldn't have the courage to tell you everything.
Please take good care of yourself, and please. Don't forget me.
Lizzy
When she opened her eyes, she had forgotten what she had remembered - except that she had written a letter for someone... An important letter for someone important.
