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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:20 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua. Description: Bitter and heavy, with a strong feeling of being spurned. There's something warm, though it isn't pleasant of a pleasant sort--it feels more smoldering, almost as if it's heading towards ignition. One-sided fear from another outside source, outwardly muted, though still present. Your commentary on its flavour: At first, this memory stabbed a cold feeling of being cut off suddenly, and Imuiel blinked in surprise, not having expected to be jumped by such an emotion so early on. He was unable to suppress a shudder at the flames for some reason he couldn't quite place, an instinctive reaction etched into his bones that said remove yourself from the area of the fire with a quickness. He stood in place, watching the scene play out with quiet contemplation. Envy--was it a proper response to such a thing? It didn't take long for him to reason that the answer was, in fact, yes. It wasn't fair, what had happened, and the feeling had written itself into his mind in response. With new knowledge, he returned this teacup to the table, straightening back up.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:41 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright Cyan Description: It is bitter ... jealousy weaves between the mint flavor. Your commentary on its flavour: Igny sipped the tea lightly, letting its bitter taste wash over her. For a moment nothing happened, but slowly the memory seeped in. She felt the boy's deep longing as though it were her own. It reminded her of her own search for someone back in the World's Edge. It was all too sad, seeing how the boy never worked the courage up to get pass the fox. There was something preventing him, something about the fire that made a wall. When the memory ended, she sat back quietly, upset at the turn of events. If only, If only. Those two words had to be the saddest combination of words possible.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:47 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Bitter, thick and strong.It hit the back of the throat with a mild burn. Your commentary on its flavour: This memory confused her just a bit. The boy seemed to hesitant even though he wanted to approach the girl so badly. But what was truly stopping him? Was it his heart, a mental block? Perhaps the he was afraid of foxes? No. That couldn't be it. It was a silly idea. The envious emotion rippled through her like ripples in a pond. Starting off strong but with the ebb and flow began to thin out and soon the surface was as smooth as glass once more. She wanted to tell him to just go for it and throw all caution to the wind. But it would be like yelling at a movie in a theatre. The actors would not hear her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:58 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Jealousy, with a hint of longing. Your commentary on its flavour: As Wyng sipped the tea, she at first understood how he felt: longing to be with someone, but unable to do so. As it went on, though, she understood less and less. The ghoul was nearby, why did he hesitate? Why did he let the fox stop him? She wanted to yell at him, to tell him that as long as a person is close, you can still at least talk and receive comfort though speech. Once they leave, you won't have that chance! When the memory ended, Wyng sighed, realizing she was not the only person who had let a cherished person leave their side.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:30 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Envy, realization, disappointment Your commentary on its flavour: There was something bitter about this brew. Perhaps it was the taste, but it was definitely the memory attached to it. She could feel the disappointment too. When one came to the realization that it was just being one’s self that kept others away…that struck a chord in her. It sucked. She wish she could tell this being that it was okay. He’d find someone who would accept him as he was, for who he was. One day.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:45 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Envy, Longing, Desire for change Your commentary on its flavour: When Reap sipped the blend of tea he was immediately taken by the sense of upset and regret, the helpless reassurance that it was all right, that the fire would not harm. It was difficult to change natures he thought. People were always so ******** afraid. And it was so often impossible to change. He sadly pushed the cup away, no, he didn't quite like the taste of this one.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:33 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua Description: Sadness, confusion, pity Your commentary on its flavour: Love was the strangest emotion to flood through her as she drained yet another cup of tea. Mnezara never understood these strange feelings, and she could not remember having ever understood. And yet, there was sadness, as she realized that he could not go near her because of what he was. To be stopped from what you wanted just because you were born that way... it was such a pity, wasn't it?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:32 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua Description: Sadness... wanting something you can't have, to be near what you can't... it's painful. Your commentary on its flavour: Ako slowly picked up the glass as he weaved over to another table, pausing as he ran a finger along the rim a moment. It wouldn't be another one about hurting someone, right? Well, at least he hoped not. As he sipped it all he could feel, all he saw was a hollow sadness. Certainly flames, perhaps hatred flickered deep under there, but it was merely the wish of wanting, desiring what he couldn't have. It was sad. Wanting to be near what you couldn't. Would he be ostracized in such a way too? Would people hate him just for what he was? The thought was a bit frightening, but... perhaps that was the way of the world? Or so it seemed with this memory. He... didn't quite get it, but... he felt bad for the person. It wasn't a fun situation.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:37 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Sadness, jealousy, longing. Your commentary on its flavour: Rika felt tears in the corner of her eyes as she sampled the memory. The feeling of not being able to get close, no matter how much it was wanted. The feeling of jealousy made her feel angry. It was quickly replaced by the feeling of longing. the desire to be someone else. To fight against what could not be changed. Lifting the cup from her lips, she stared at it with a bitter taste left in her mouth.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:44 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cyan Description: Hurt, confusion, heat Your commentary on its flavour: Ixb couldn't help but feel for this young man. The sense of longing seemed to be familiar. The jealousy and confusion. The way the world worked was a harsh reality. He wasn't fond of this taste.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:42 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua Description: Bitty, sad, filled with jealosy. And yet... why is it familiar? Your commentary on its flavour: The cup lingered at his lips a moment as he took a sip of the tea, staring ahead somewhat lost. He couldn't figure it out, why it felt so similar. Why it felt as if he knew, yet... nothing clicked. He didn't know those people. He felt... sorry for the boy, but at the same time disdain. He didn't know why, just that some core of his being told him he couldn't, wouldn't side with him. But he wasn't sure why. He merely desired the companionship of that girl, wanting her to smile at him the same way she did at the other... yet why dislike him for something so simple? Having such walls must have been difficult, yet even then he couldn't really feel properly bad for the boy. Why was that?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:02 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aquamarine Description: A longing desire and sadness. Your commentary on its flavour: Viola'i found herself staring off in the distance after her first sip, she felt thoughts waft in and out but nothing stuck, trying to connect her this particular sad tea. There was something about this one but she didn't know what, couldn't pinpoint it. There was fire, her's had fire as well. Maybe that was it. Why couldn't he just talk to her. But why did she have to back away from him. Was it fear, from both of them? She looked down at the tea, swirling it a little with a tap of the cup. A droplet found its way into a cup and a free hand moved to her cheek, realizing a few tears had been shed without her realizing. Why did this one effect her so much?
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:49 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aquamarine Description: The taste is overpowering and choking, as though it wanted to make him forget about all other teas he’d ever tasted. In the end thought, it still doesn’t taste good. Your commentary on its flavour: Trying to take a big gulp at first, SHiohlu spluttered at the strong taste. From there he kept to small sips, trying to figure out the tea and its memory. The boy in the memory wanted to be with the other, but he couldn’t. Shiohlu felt frustrated as he watched, wondering why they couldn’t just be together, why the girl kept pulling away. But then the answer came, fire, and SHiohlu felt disappointed along with the memory, watching the flickering barrier sadly. She was afraid of his fire, he finally understood, as he finished the last few sips of the drink. How heartbreaking.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:33 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright Green Description: Curt in taste, sudden in emotion. The flavor is missing something, but tries to compensate by being adequate in the taste presented. Leaves a lingering want on the palate. Your commentary on its flavour:Green seemed a color mostly missed in the tasting of the teas and Annabell happily helped herself to this cup with its bright color. But its hue belied its honesty. There was something missing in this cup, something that noticed it was missing in the memory but tried to make it up with everything possible but reality. The realization was bitter, the suddenness of it all stark and hurtful. This person was good, but not good enough... Said who? It had been good enough before, why wasn't it worthy now? That other person was just as equal, what had changed? A shiver ran through the girl when she swallowed the last drop, an unhelpful feeling of desires unfulfilled. But she attempted to brush it off, even if it clung to her and quietly whispered its dissatisfaction.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:50 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Aqua Description: Unpleasantly light, lacking the harmony that would make it a good tea Your commentary on its flavour: Kirki felt bad for this person. He knew the rejection hurt - he could feel it for himself - and he wished there was something he could do about it. For some reason he truly sympathized with this tea.
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