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 Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 7:32 pm
Klinail arrived before the goddess as many others have, shifting the weight of their newly acquired weapon in hand. They stared at her in puzzlement as she handed them a bag, and took to examining the key attached at the end. Upon hearing the goddess mention that there was a gift inside, they opened it expecting something like a trinket because of its small size. Yet when they went to open the bag, they were puzzled that inside was nothing but air.
The bag was empty.
Looking up in hopes of an answer, they received one in the form of another task. It seems this gift will require some hard work. Quote: "Oh." the Goddess is suddenly clenching and unclenching one hand. "A small error. It's okay, I can fix this." Her gaze intensifies, "With your help, I can fix this. Could you fetch me more parts? I stored them in my special labs but it's getting a little cluttered down there. Just look for the chests, they should be inside. I don't need everything it holds, just the heart." They pause, before giving you a pair of scissors. "That should do the trick. Just the heart. They don't need theirs after all," their expression turns turns wry, gentled at the corners with remorse, "...they didn't quite make it."
What did she mean? Everyone needs a heart right? Clutching the scissors in one hand, and holding the bag & key in the other. They held the bag & key close to their heart. Trying to imagine living with this one thing that seems to keep them going.
How do they carry on without?
They didn't know, but slowly turned away to go on their way. They had wanted to smile back at the goddess as she urged to them go, but what she said...
It's oddly terrifying.
Though. Were they really threatened by what the goddess has said? Or is it simply instinctual fear at facing the door they have chosen? 
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:11 pm
Thud.
Thud. Thud.
A shudder.
Klinail clutched the items in their hands closer to them as they continued along the way. The room inside of the door was pitch black and terribly full. Having to shove their way through a couple of things, Klinail eventually tripped and crashes into a crate. As they lay there on the floor, they let out a soft sigh as the sound of the thuds continue to beat in a steady rhythm.
It was so loud
Slowly picking themselves up, they could feel something wet on their being as well. What was it? They couldn't tell, not in this darkness, and something tells them tasting it would be a horrible idea as well. Klinail took in a deep b breathe before going to examine the crate. It was there, and it was opened. Of course they were going to look into it.
A shudder.
Subconscious warning.
Klinail reached out and felt their way around the crate. Their hand brushed against something soft, abstractly like...an arm? Something told them taking a hold of it was a good idea, and felt around the place some more.
Hm.
Was that it?
They had found it, the heart the goddess has asked for. Taking out their scissor, they went on to extract the beating heart. Quote: As you cut through into Heart, the figure in the crate's arm claws into you and screams a name, chilling, cold, terrifying, before falling silent and inanimate again. A memory plays. It is **a character from YOUR CHARACTER's memories/ past** calling you by this name. It can be any character, as long as they are not in this meta, and they MUST have ties to your character. If you don't have one, make one up. Family members and relatives. Mentors and old childhood friends. Give them a name, and then describe them a bit as you reach towards them and finally....
As you extract their heart a memory plays. It is a memory of your first encounter with them.
D-did they know them?
It could very well be, for suddenly, something surfaced as they tried to think. That figure...was a woman. A kind, quiet woman in regal clothing. Warmth radiates from her as she whispers the name over and over again, cooing at them as if they were but a tiny little thing. Their was the faint sound of fluttering as the woman's wing fluttered slightly to draw their attention. They felt safe, protected, and extremely attached to the figure. Why did it feel so warm?
M.O.M.M.Y?
Was that their mommy?
There was no chance to ask, for the figure now lies lifeless once more in the crate. The heart that had been beating before is now silent as the grave.
Shaking, Klinail pushed themselves off the ground once more. They trailed their hand against the figure once more before going to retrieve the heart and placed it into the bag. Before moving on, they gave the body one last longing glance.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:25 pm
As they tried to leave, Klinail suddenly turned around with their eyes narrowed at the surrounding darkness. There doesn't seem to be anything out of the order, aside from the sudden shift of solidity regarding the ground and that they re now wet, so they kept on moving...but the footsteps only got louder, and louder until suddenly.What?
They spun around, trying to find the origins of the voice, but nothing, not a soul in sight. Klinail clutch the bag closer to themselves as they tried to run across the water. However, that doesn't work very well and they left out a screech as hands forced them down.
"Let go!" they screamed, struggling to get out of the figure's grasp.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh nonononononononononononoonono.
A flash.
The two were laughing with a book in their hands. She was sitting beside them in bed, reading them a story they knew had been read dozens of times yet Klinail has absolutely no memory of what the story was about. Her voice was warm and familiar, and it is filled with love as she starts reading. They remember laughing every time the door would open slightly to let in wandering eyes, belonging to others they could not remember. And the feeling was just so warm and fulfilling. A loving, yet busy mother who tends to them as best as she could while also acting as the head of the family. She was always there to teach them everything until...
The memory cuts off.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:32 pm
There was so much regret, yet there was no choice. Klinail stared at the figure in pain before impaling the scissors their body. They need to leave.One day, one day they will return. They can be a family again one day, when everything is settled.
Turning around and refusing to look back, they fled. The memories made everything hurt more then it should, and the struggle wasn't much of a struggle. It was mental torture.
Ripping the door open, Klinail escaped. Their entire being trembled as fear and pain took hold. It was like a rush, and everything they had faced seems to blank out slowly as they tried to block all the emotions coming at them all at once. By the end, the simply felt stunned.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:03 pm
W-what was happening? Klinail blinked as the goddess gave them the dagger. Why was she giving them...
- - - - - ------^v^v--^---------^-----
A white room. But weren't they...?
They slide of the metal table and took note of the cold surface. Shivering a little as they left. It was odd here, and so very eery with its white walls. Where are they? Klinail wasn't sure but they continued on their ways. Shuddering slightly when they pass the door.
The sound of the door slamming shut caused Klinail to spin around, but instead of the expected closed door...it was still opened.
They were baffled, confused even. However, they did take notice of a sound.
Thud.
Who?
Thud.
Klinail turned around, and saw the figure. Oh...that wasn't...
OH MY ****ING GOD.
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:04 pm
DOOR, DOOR, DOOR. WHERE IS IT?
Klinail panicked as they ran towards it. When it didn't open, they started looking. There must be...
A note!
A C E G.
....
What is that supposed to meannnnn Q A Q
[ DISTANCE | 40 - 5 = 35 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:06 pm
They tried to shove the door open, but nope. It was locked tight. Ugghhhhhhh.
They need to get out, get out before the figure...
[ DISTANCE | 35 - 5 = 30 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:08 pm
Another note! This one says "A=0, B=1, C=2"
Ahhh....Um.
Singing the alphabet song a couple of times, Klinail finally figure out the code and fled through the now opened door.
Need to get away, need to get awayyyyyy.
[ DISTANCE | 30 - 5 = 25 ]
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:10 pm
The bridge, make it to the bridge, just a...
[ GAME OVER ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:23 pm
Hands latched to either side of their head, and if not for the current situation, the action would probably have been endearing. But it wasn't. It was terrifying and Klinail could feel their core pulsing in fear.
Oh no. Please no.
They tried to struggle, but the power of fear was stronger then they had thought. They were frozen, there was nothing they could do, not even as the figure snapped open the rusty scissors and...
----^v^v^v^v-----^v----^--------------------------------------------
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:08 pm
[ DAY THREE ]
Klinail just smiled as they watch the goddess talk away, nibbling on their cookie gleefully before nodding and following her lead. They couldn’t bring themselves to say no when she was so happy! Yet…is this normal? O v O?
They weren’t sure, but off they went anyways, through the gates.
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There…was a table and some music playing in the background. It feels really interesting and the place doesn’t seem too bad. Klinail immediately took notice of the strange bottles on the table and chucked the blue one over their shoulder. The pink one was pretty and so, they drunk from the pink bottle. From that point on, they were just a gleeful mess…more so than usual. Everything felt extremely fluffy and happy, and ohhh look! Cookie and cake! Maybe…Oh no, they couldn’t take more than one.
They went for the cake, and oh, how rich it was. So delicious but it was missing something, a drink perhaps? Klinail reached for the beautifully colorful cup decorated in cute little hearts and drank from there.
They were holding onto their siblings. Latching like a koala onto their elder brother, and smiling ever so cheerfully at the camera. Today, they were going to take a family photo together with the entire family. It was loud, and everyone seems a little off the rack today, fidgeting with their appearance. Father was just waiting ever so patiently and calmly beside the camera, waiting for everyone else to take their place.
This is the first family photo they can remember. The other included them as a small child, but has absolutely no memory of it (maybe it was because they were a yam with wings). They were so excited and while everyone was standing so very strictly to the side, they were in the middle. Everyone was telling him that the camera wasn’t scary, and how just because it flashes doesn’t mean lightening will come out. However, they didn’t bother correcting the elder figures of the “camera fear”. They weren’t feeling it at all, because everyone was here to protect them.
The memory faded with the sound of joyous laughter.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:03 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Mustard Description: Happiness, protection, family warmth. Your commentary on its flavour: Axel smiled fondly at the family gathering, tapping his feet as he watched all the children, cousins, adults, and elderly people gathering around each other. The love of a family was one of the strongest, he noted, before deciding he'd overstayed his welcome.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:24 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Golden Description: Sweet-tasting, belonging, warm, joyful. Your commentary on its flavour: Ah, another one that is so beautiful... if I had a memory like this I would want to keep hold of it very tightly!! This person was very kind to share it with us. So much love, a sense of belonging... I can't help but wonder what it's like to really belong. But the Goddess loves us all, so I guess I do belong already... still, I wonder...
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:37 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Amber Description: Exciting, like cinnamon. Your commentary on its flavour: Smiles and hugs were passed around. there was a little too much touching, but it was family, and he could live with that. There was a happy warm feeling bubbling around and childish excitement. This was a tea he would like to try again.
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