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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:49 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: It's bitter, and hot, and weighs heavily on the tongue. Remye doesn't like this flavor or what it invokes. The memory is brutal and almost hurts to experience. Your commentary on its flavour: Remye only took a gulp of the tea, quick because it smelled like it would sting, and the reaction was almost enough to make her gag. The pure, putrid fury this memory invoked was almost too much to take at once. There was hatred and determination and pain and it was all too much at once. Remye set this cup down and tried to dispell the memory, feeling pity (and fury, lingering as the tea settled on her tongue) for the person who this memory belonged to. What could do this to someone? What could make them hate so thoroughly?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:18 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep dark red Description: Hatred, violent, intense, rage, the desire to tear someone apart. Your commentary on its flavour: Nush could relate to a bit of what he tasted in this tea. A deep seated rage that spurred intense hatred, and the desire to drive your blades into someone and kill them. Though, the reason seemed to be for something completely different from his own experiences. He couldn't say what that reason was in this case, but he supposed it didn't matter. Being able to relate or not, it left a bad taste in his mouth afterwards.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:09 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep blood red Description: rage, hate, massive, blood lust Your commentary on its flavour: There was something familiar there, but at the same time this felt so incredibly foreign to her. The love of a good fight she understood, it was exciting, intoxicating even, but she didn't understand that level of hatred. It was confusing, uncomfortable, and hard to watch, by the end of it she was wincing, resisting the urge to avert her eyes, but this want something she could just turn away from.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:08 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Rage, revenge and hatred, swilled with an unhealthy thirst for blood. Your commentary on its flavour: The bitter liquid left a name on his lips, but Loffie didn't recognize it, the word as foreign to him as the scene that played along with it. The anger of the tea's aftertaste made him recoil, cowering at the intensity of it. He stared at the empty cup apprehensively, not sure what to think. He understood not being fond of others, to a point, but never could he have imagined acting on it in such a ferocious way, couldn't tearing into the flesh of another with such satisfying pleasure. "I will rip out your ******** heart, and you'll beg."It frightened him, and, clutching his chest, Loffie anxiously placed the cup back onto the table, withering away with his tail tucked between his legs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:22 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Muddy Brown Description: Violence, disgust, resentment Your commentary on its flavour: It was too bitter for her liking. Mnezara hated every single bit of it. She wanted to wrap her hands around the man's neck and choke him, for what he was doing to that girl. How could he torture her that way? A part of her admired the girl for staying strong and resolute, and that spirit that would not break. It was a terrible memory and she wished she could spit it out, but the taste lingered.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:23 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: red Description: blood, rage... like hard brewed black coffee, so dark you can taste the grounds. One that had been sitting for days on a hot burner. Your commentary on its flavour: "It will never be enough." he wondered how true those words. The rage he could almost understand, he could feel it, it was so raw. ReDawn wondered if he had ever felt that way or if he would. He wasn't sure he wanted to feel this blinding rage, that seemed to making up for something. Could it ever be enough?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:03 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Hate... darkness... anger, insanity... Your commentary on its flavour: Tasting teas should be fun. Yet all he'd found was sadness in others. His own memory was so bright, so why did everyone else face such hardships? Certainly, certainly this one would be more positive. Sadly, such was not the case. He'd picked up the cup, barely tasted the blend before gagging a bit at the sights he beheld. Pain, anger, utter hatred to a point he couldn't fathom. No... that wasn't simply hatred. It was insanity. If ever the world had something known as a monster, this was it. This person... Ako quickly set the cup down, his hands shaking a bit as he backed up. He'd wanted to hurt her, to destroy her. Why... why would anyone want that? He sniffled a bit, shaking his head briefly before turning to run. He didn't want to think about that anymore. That was just too cruel. Nothing could be worth doing that to people.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:45 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Rusty red Description: Malice. Hatred. The desire to hurt. Your commentary on its flavour: This tea tasted like metal. Like blood. Rojand watched the memory play out, and felt sick. Savage hatred that wanted to break its target over and over in a horrifying game that neither would walk away from. He didn't want to understand it, didn't understand it, and yet, somehow, buried deep, he felt a savage, answering satisfaction at the realization and fulfillment of that depth of overwhelming malice. An easy target. Finally, something on which to turn that edge of hate. No. He didn't want it. It made him sick, and he didn't want to see any of this.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:29 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep red Description: Bitter, Acrid, Familiar, Malice, Adrenaline Your commentary on its flavour: She did not like this tea. It reminded her far too much of her own, and Shasa took only a sip before setting the cup down. There was something about the tea, though, that drew her back - and so Shasa took another drink, deeper this time, allowing all of the flavor to rush across her tongue. She could feel her breathing quicken just the slightest as she swallowed. Despite the wicked memory, despite the awful, bloody tea, Shasa had to admit that it brought a sense of comfort to her, a sense of comfort knowing that she was not the only one that had brewed such a monstrosity.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:37 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Rust Red Description: Hot. Dark. Confusion. They speak so close. Desire. Hate. A lie to go out. Large field. No audience. Planned. Clash of metal. Release. No end. Why? Monster to Monster. Gets me. Break. Don't break. Never breaking. Next time. Your commentary on its flavour: The taste was metallic and felt too hot for his tongue. The tea flashes memories and thoughts in him in flickers and sharp pangs as the images played out. Blinding. Too much without release. Frustration. It makes me feel sick. Dizzy. Alive? It's good but hurts. How could I feel like this? Anyone feel like this? No end. Why just her? Why not anyone else? You sound like a monster. Who made you that way? Stop. Please Stop. Don't go on. Why would you want this? She's no better. Walk away - but it feels good? You lied to get her here. You are tearing her apart. How could you want this? Look what you've done! He took a breath and set the cup down, covering his mouth as he tried to swallow the harsh, acidic metal taste in the back of his throat back down. It was easy to not like the taste, but it had a rolling sort of high and low. It was unsettling how disgusting it tasted, leaving his stomach feeling hot, hollow, and ready to turn, but there were brief pangs of ecstasy that had him worried for the memory and himself. It was unsettling overall, and left him feeling more shaken than warmed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:24 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Seething, barely restrained rage, strength, revelation.Your commentary on its flavour: It didn't have to be this way. Repoem rocked back on his heels, clutching the tea in his hands. He took another sip, reliving it. And again and again until the cup was dry. The memory made him shake, yet his core-eye grew bright. This was another way. The one in the memory stood and fought. He didn't know what had passed between them. All Repoem knew was that whoever brewed this tea didn't drown his feelings; he rode them like the wave they were, guiding it in the direction he wanted. He didn't drift and let the tides take him elsewhere. Repoem left the table very thoughtful, basking in the glow of this revelation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:54 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: A dark, deep flavor, primal and addictive. Salty, metallic. After a while, the taste turns on itself and sours. Your commentary on its flavour: Iron drank this brew slowly, considering it. The flavors were to his liking, if more intense than he was used to. They just needed something to separate them, and a steady, creamy cup of resolution.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:06 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Hatred, Loathing, Power, Rage, Control Your commentary on its flavour: Shaw stared at the liquid in his cup, before pinching his nose, downing it like bad medicine - Incredible, it was incredible, the lust and rage and power that came together and ran molten through his veins, he was on the top of the world and also at the bottom, soaring, digging his way up, clawing at the dirt and the air at once-Shaw was standing, and he didn't remember getting up. The cup lay on its side on the table, viscous liquid dripping down onto the ground. Dark as blood. Sweet as sin. He wiped his mouth, and there was a red stain there - had he bitten his lip? - but it somehow seemed less important. He was breathing too fast, his eyes wild. He had to reach deep inside himself, into that pool of calm - that numbness. It cost him, but he was able to sit back down. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. There had been other things to the memory, other events - but they seemed distant, fuzzy. Drowned out by the malicious, smoldering rage. The man in the memory - there was so much hate there, a horrible, scalding thing. It was frightening to behold. Eventually, Shaw was able to stand again, to walk away. He hoped he'd never have the misfortune of meeting its owner.
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