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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:50 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burnt Gold Description: The tea is overdone, much too sweet. It needs something warmer, toastier in flavor. Your commentary on its flavour: Aima watched the memory with disdain and ... envy. That one was willing to go so far for their loved one- she both pitied and envied it at the same time. She wished she had someone to fiercely believe in like that. The only one she had was Amity, and he hardly counted. She admired him, she didn't covet him. There was perseverance in his tea; that much she could be held accountable for. She nodded, setting the cup down. Though she wouldn't drink again, she could at least appreciate the emotions it had imparted on her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:03 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Golden Description: Determination, devotion, carelessness for own safety Your commentary on its flavour: He could identify with these flavors. He could identify with them and knew he would do the same if someone had taken the one he loved. He wouldn't hesitate and do all he could - battle who he could to get back to the one he loved. Tiletk put down the tea and let out a small quiet sigh. Perhaps there was something he could learn from this - what good would it do for the person he cared for if he was in pieces trying to get to them?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:27 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burnt Gold Description: Determination, reckless self sacrifice, anguish. Your commentary on its flavour: There is a terrible sense of loss with this brew but undeniable determination to get the person they cherish back. Whoever it was must have meant a lot to them, why else would they push themselves so hard? Their physical state at the end is worrisome, the person they care about would likely not want them to hurt themselves so badly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:30 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold Description: Determination, Recklessness, and a oddly sweet finish. Your commentary on its flavour: She could feel his concern for his friend, the sheer determination he had to save her was going to lead to something. Whether it was bad or good was unseen, however the reckless actions of the boy brought her to the point where she wanted to cheer him on. She thought him idiotic for not waiting to know more about those he attacked, but at the same time happy that he would throw himself into such a situation. She smiled as she thought of what she would do in his place. Probably not much different really. It was amusing to her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:31 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold Description: Devotion. Seeking vengeance. The desire to save and protect a loved one. Your commentary on its flavour: She was impressed. He was reckless, yes, but she could also sense his sheer determination save this "Mitsu" girl. Perhaps there was a wiser way of doing so, but Vae felt like she could emphasize--when someone you cared about was in danger, sometimes saving them in the quickest way possible was the only thing you could think about. She certainly hoped that it had turned out well for them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:09 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Faded Gold Description: A risky flavour, with a teaspoon of bravery that gives it a nice punch. Desperation is also a important flavour in this brew. Your commentary on its flavour: This guy was brave. Brave and pretty bad a** to continue fighting even though he had been beaten so badly. And even in the face of defeat, he still kept going. All for one person. Ruse sincerely hoped he had succeed in saving this girl, and took down a few hunters with him on the way.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:24 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: Determination. Hatred. Anger. The desire for revenge. Disregard of personal well being. Hint of love. Your commentary on its flavour: His tenacity at getting Mitsu back is admirable, but such reckless behavior only set him up for failure, pushing him further away from his goal at the end of the day; not only was he defeated by Candace after locating her, but he also ended up in a poor physical state. Why did he not look after himself? Why did he not seek help from others? He could have gotten a better success rate if he did all that. There's also something... Dreadful about the idea of seeking revenge that left a bad aftertaste.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:19 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown Description: Angry, Bitter, Resentment, Betrayal Your commentary on its flavour: There was a certain bitterness about the tea, that wasn't overpowering but enough, a lingering taste that he couldn't forget. Though the notion was admirable, they should have known how reckless they were being, that rather than help their loved one, their action, should his beloved know, would only bring her grief. Yet this feeling, it brought a sense of familiarity, as if it was something he too had experienced before. Had he?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:37 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: Determination. Anger. Your commentary on its flavour: Fayre was certain, once she put down the bitter tasting tea, that she should have felt disconcerted and unhappy after witnessing it. Such horrible, angry feelings. And the outcome, there was no way to no whether or not the girl had been saved.. But she didn't feel uncomfortable. She didn't feel sad. Fayre had the oddest sensation, inexplicable even to herself. She felt proud. "Never give up." She whispered to the cup. As if somehow, he could hear her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:39 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: Determination. Anger. Your commentary on its flavour: Trebor didn't like the taste of the tea as soon as he drank it, but once he started to relive the memory, he realized it was because he knew just how frustrated the boy was. He was fighting a losing battle, but he couldn't give up. Trebor thought that was pretty admirable. Stupid, but admirable. After all, it's what he would have done, he was sure of that much.
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