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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:01 pm
First it was plain, grey, rectangular, and then there was music. It was lovely and sweet, and a soft white powder began to dust the floor from the sky above. Behind Sarviur, his hooves stretched out into eternity...odd. Hadn't he just walked from an audience in the Shrine with his Goddess? There was a table with two jars, and Sarviur did not hesitate. Oh, he felt the sadness and the fear - but beyond that he knew: it was blue, like his Goddess, and like his core. And it would be familiar. A tag dangled from its side, and he read: Drink me.He picked it up and drank it down, relishing its smoothness as it ran down his throat. He hadn't had anything to eat since that first day, and he began to realize that as he drank. He finished, though, and he felt...strangely dissatisfied. He was forgetting something. The table spun, gently at first, and then harder, and suddenly its cloth overflowed with a dizzying array of goodies: a little delicate cupcake, candies with crinkled wrappers, and apart from the rest, a slab of chocolate. It smoked strangely, and Sarviur thought quickly of a flavor he'd had once before: a rich, decadent dark bar with slices of chipotle sprinkled through out, sparsely salted. It had been so satisfying, Sarviur thought, and he reached for it even as he detected a hint of malice in its contents. He took just a bite: it was richer than he remembered chocolate being, a bitter, bitter taste that lingered on his lips long after the deep brown treat had actually faded. His Heart felt strangely conflicted and heavier than it had ever been, an emotion he'd never had the dubious pleasure of experiencing. Perhaps he needed a drink to wash it down: he'd already finished the jar, though. There, a little grey cup: it smoked strangely, the steam running up from the brew also grey instead of clear. Sarviur took it. He drank. No, he's not drinking.
Not now, anyway.
He raises his hand for a high five and Nadim gives it, along with a gold-toothed grin. His best friend is so small but he's so sure. "How 'bout that?" he asks. "How about that?" It's slower the second time, and he returns to Nadim a smile that he does not completely feel.
Nadim has just pocketed three balls: in order, too. He is a nerdy showoff who most people think is too big for his breeches. They usually forget that he is at Nadim's side, big and brawny with a big horn and large fists rather than a fragile little guy wrapped in bandages and bits of gold armor. He isn't sure how they forget: he and Nadim are inseparable, and they play to both of their strengths, all of the time. Most of the time. And to be honest he doesn't mind being called a mindless drone. Varrus likes leaving most of the thinking to the people around him. That way he doesn't have to take the blame. And when it's really necessary, Nadim knows him well enough that he doesn't have to actually say anything.
Their opponent sneers at them (well, he's Nadim's opponent, really), and the cue ball bounces off the bank and rolls to a stop somewhere random.
Varrus gives him a low five this time, and Nadim circles the table. It's for show: Varrus has played with him privately. Nadim knows exactly what he's doing. So does Varrus, really; they're both stupidly good and they've been playing together for as long as they can remember. That's not the problem.
Nadim takes out three more. He's down to the eight ball, now, and he misses it on purpose - very obviously on purpose. His opponent huffs, and pockets a ball. Now Varrus takes a drink: tomato juice.
Nadim wins, of course, and he whoops in Varrus' ear all the way back to his place. They had planned a post-party sleepover.
"You know, you should play, too, sometime. You'd beat 'em all."
"Not like you do." It's been his first sentence the entire walk. He knows Nadim doesn't mind.
His best friend snorts. "Yeah, you'd just quietly pocket all the solids first turn. They'd be so pissed off." Nadim claps him on the small of his back - it's a strange place, but it's a comfortable one for them, and Varrus doesn't mind.
There's a reason he doesn't play, though. He thinks, anyway.
Nadim comes to these afterparties and runs around all whooping and exuberance. Varrus watches from over his shoulder, a hulking shadow, uncomfortable even though his rugby team has just won the big homecoming game, and wishes that he could do the same. Nadim walks into a room and lets everyone have a piece of him, his crooked golden smile and the awkward boneless wave. Varrus freezes up, waits for Nadim to pat him on the back before offering one of his stilted smiles.
He's just not that guy, you know?
They wave to Varrus' mom and unwind in his room. Night falls.
Nadim chatters about the ghoul he wants to ask to the next dance, his grades, lunch tomorrow. Varrus listens, offers opinions when necessary, and wishes he knew how his best friend manages to hold his heart on his sleeve. It's Sarviur. He doesn't know how, but it's his memory, and he's not sure if he's glad he's found it again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:02 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:09 am
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua Description: Bittersweet. Your commentary on its flavour: Klinail frowned with the cup in their hands. It wasn’t that the memory wasn’t plesant…but it feels so strange. True they were individual people, and yet…the memory holder seems to really envy their friend. Why though? They wondered. Though the answer refuses to appear. Letting out a resigned sigh, Klinail hopes the individual will focus less on what his friend has, and more on what he - himself - as an individual has.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:22 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright Cyan Description: Strangely sour followed by a strange mint flavor. Your commentary on its flavour: Igny drank the tea, leaning back and experiencing the memory. It was a conversation between people she didn't know. It became clear that one possessed more skill than the other, though in what sort of sport and what kind of context she didn't know. The boy watched enviously and she felt the emotions he felt. As the memory ended, Igny felt bad for the boy. She knew what it was like to be small, insignificant compared to others. They seemed perfect while she did not. She wished she could have wrapped her arm around Varrus and squeezed him, whispering, " It's okay. I think you're perfect." Wherever he was, she sent him a hug and a prayer to the goddesses for his protection.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:41 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright Cyan Description: Bittersweet with a hind of fondness. Your commentary on its flavour: Drinking the tea, Wyng at first Wyng reveled in the feeling of friendship, it was not one she, as of yet, had tasted in any teas, but then she noticed that something was not quite right. On one hand, the two were friends, but on the other hand, the boil whose memory it was seemed to want to be like his friend, to be more outgoing, but he always held back. She wanted to tell him, that if he wanted it that badly he just had to try. Putting the cup down with a sigh Wyng wondered how many people wished, but never sought.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:26 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Envy Green Description: A pinch of awkwardness, with extra longing added to the already present jealousy. There is a little friendship in there to even out the taste. Your commentary on its flavour: It was clear to Ruse that these two were friends, but she felt something was a tad bit off. Varrus was a loyal friend, and some sort of bodyguard from the looks of things. But there was a sense of envy too. She could see he was more reserved then his friend, and wished he could be as successful as Nadim was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:42 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Green Description: Pity, bitter. Your commentary on its flavour: Kin was frozen for a moment after he finished off the cup, he didn't like this tea, it was awful, bitter, just like the memory, there was the dark shadow of envy causing every happy moment to become bleak and bitter. Kin shuddered slightly at the feelings he couldn't quite shake "poor soul" he said quietly as he set the cup down gently and simply walked away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:46 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Bittersweet, yet affectionate Your commentary on its flavour: The memory had a bittersweet taste to it. It was clear to see that the two were close friends, but under that friendly, warm smile, Aryn could sense the bitterness of Varrus' envy directed towards Nadim. A poison in most friendships, and yet in spite of it, he managed not to let it show. Choosing instead to remain loyal to his friend and mask his envy with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:58 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Envy, wonderment, resignation Your commentary on its flavour: Hale, at first, wasn’t too sure what to make of this memory, but it left her wondering. Had she been envious of any of her friends during the trials thus far? Had she wondered about how any of her friends did what they did while they fought along side each other? She still wasn’t sure, but this made her think, and she couldn’t help but feel like a friend’s good trait was a good thing to be envious of.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:32 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: This tea tastes bitter with resignation and envy, though there is a complacent flavor to it as well that is not altogether negative. Wonder seems to filter through the tea as well, a contemplative hint that tints the memory. Your commentary on its flavour: Remye took only a few sips of the tea, frowning as the memory filtered into her brain. It wasn't sad, though she did feel a bit of longing as the tea's flavor settled in her mind. She couldn't help but empathize with the boy -- envious, but acceptant of his friend's boistrous nature. There was a sad, lingering feeling Remye noted, but it was hard to peg exactly why. At face value, the memory wasn't bad, but the emotions behind it were complex.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:18 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Cheering. The distinct clinking of balls clacking together. Silent envy. Your commentary on its flavour: As he tastes the envy laced in the tea, Linswo understands. It's not an emotion he feels often, but it's not completely foreign to him. He isn't like the tea's owner. He doesn't have much physical strength, but he doesn't really have Nadim's intelligence. Just a bit of this and that. People are always wishing for more and for what they can't have. It's an unfortunate fact of reality. He swirls the rest of the tea before putting the cup down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:29 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Sweet and yet bitter, a resigned finish. Your commentary on its flavour: She sighs as she watches this memory. It was painfully obvious that the big one wished he could be more like his friend. Yet at the same time it seemed he was content to stay feeling that way. Cocking her head she thought about it and decided it was much like wanting to be like others of her kind. Envious of the fact they acted so flawlessly superior while she had an unending tug to cuddle the lesser races that were fluffy. She wished she could be more like the big one's friend as well, so confident in himself. It was painful for her to think about it, the fact that many wanted what they did not have. The jealousy and envy of those that had more was something she did not think any did without.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:52 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Seafoam Description: Bittersweet Envy with acceptance and friendship. Something hidden in the flavor seems to be a feeling of yearning. Your commentary on its flavour: Her nose twitched as she drank it and she shook her head several times before taking the memory in. Friendship was for certain among those in the memory, she did not doubt it but she could feel the silent emotion from him. He was envious but did not want it to stand in the way of their friendship and she admired that greatly. Still there was a small sense of sadness as he had seemingly accepted that he would not be like him. Mel'ae sighed softly, humming as she placed the cup back in its place. It must be numbing to have that feeling towards a friend, especially when it probably isn't wanted. The girl could not imagine it but hoped that the memory holder had remained strong. It didn't feel good at all and she had an uneasy feeling it may have gotten worse. "I'm sorry." She said, moving back from the cup. "I hope it worked out." She'd never know though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:58 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dull aqua Description: Quiet pride, resignation, bittersweet envy Your commentary on its flavour: Rojand took the cup, tasted the memory, watched it play out. Friendship, but subtly unbalanced; maybe the other boy had never known how much his friend wanted to be like him. Probably not. He'd gotten the feeling that the boy was careful to keep it quiet, allowing himself to be overshadowed without complaint, not quite content but needing that faint and bitter longing to stay buried. He set the cup down, his heart aching in sympathy, wishing he had an answer and not finding one, no matter how he reached.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:08 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Teal Description: Quiet, Resigned, Watchful. Your commentary on its flavour: This memory was very calm. Despite the excitement going around the memory, it was very much so full of silence. Especially from the view of the brewer. He could feel both the resentment and the wonder coming through. Envy was the word? But it was also pride. For being his friend. Was that a good thing, he wondered as he placed his cup down and stared at the contents.
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