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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:29 am
Viola'i let out an excited little squeal as she entered into the room, filled with ambient music that chimed a strange unfamiliar tune. Something about it was still nostalgic though, she couldn't place it, perhaps the voices that drifted in and out to greet her along with the soft falling flakes.
The girl made her way towards the table and the jars, objective sighted and looming over. She stared at the two jars, curious at which one to take. The happier pink one was so very tempting, given her temperament but she felt herself oddly drawn to the blue color. Despite her yellow core, she found herself fond of the color. Perhaps a memory? Even though it was sad, maybe she could find out why with this.
She followed the instructions and drank, and staggered slightly from the unsettling feeling. Something was forgotten.. she had forgotten something about forgetting again. Her eyes squinted, trying to see if she could recall. All the while, the table spun, the table cloth split up and sweets spilled out before her.
It took her a while to notice it. And she looked at them sadly. They didn't seem as awesome as the cookies. So she took a piece of candy, hoping for the best but was overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. And she didn't know why! Why did she feel this way! She didn't like it. Maybe one of the magically appearing tea cups would wash it all away. ( Why did she chose the blue jar? ;A; )
Viola'i reached for the first cup she saw and nearly choked with the emotion that overcame her. Her eyes flashed and grew wide.
"Stupid thing!" He shouted from the other platform of the machine. There was a solid deep sound along with it, as if he had punched it. She had been reaching into the folds of her fluffy skirt in the search of her phone, but her hands were reduced to fumbling with the device until it simply fell on the ground with a nice thunk a few feet from where she had been standing.
She had retreated rather quickly backwards from the machine with eyes really wide. Flight took over finally, wider spaces and all, and it threatened to completely. At least her brain wasn't shutting off from seeing the flames that had formed in his fist when he attacked the machine in frustration.
"Aaaa..." Was all she could say, her hands clutching her blouse very tightly.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He mumbled, having let go of his flames the minute he had realized what he had done. He was backing up now himself, giving her as much space as possible and then turned to staring at his tail as if willing the flame to go away.
"I suppose you don't want to now." She might have heard him say, might have heard his apology but it just wouldn't register. It wasn't sticking with her, but she knew he meant each and every single one he told her. But so much instinct and natural undead fears were just kicking in so much. If Olivia were able to hyperventilate or cry, she probably would be doing so right about now. But she just kind of pulled in on herself and kept backing away. It also didn't help he was holding his tail now, letting the flame be in full view now.
With one last little cry, Olivia turned around quickly and sped off. Leaving him and her phone behind.
This was her's... she had heard that voice before, that apology before. Tears filled her eyes, this was her's and others would sample it and find her fear. Viola'i frowned looking down at the empty contents of her cup.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:04 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark red Description: Startled, fear, crying Your commentary on its flavour: This tea is not like the previous. Ikait frowns when he sets down the tea. He spends more time thinking about this one; he needs to mull it over more. He can sympathize with her nervousness. Ikait was rather weak himself--such displays of strength and anger would have caught him off guard too. But knowing fear and overcoming it was important, and he hoped someday she would if she hadn't already.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:10 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Red Description: Fear shot through him, though he honestly didn't understand it. Confusion and panic flooded his mind. Your commentary on its flavour: This fear, was it part of love? This memory, in all of it's confusion made little sense to him. (honestly why would anyone be afraid of a little fire?) There was a familiarity about it, it reminded him strongly of something though he couldn't place what, but he could empathize with the fear, so strong it over whelmed enough to run away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:17 pm
Syusaki Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark red Description: Sadness, Tears, .... I'm done. I quit. Your commentary on its flavour: Tears welled in his eyes and he could feel the utter embarrassment, the utter fright of the individual was experience. The other in the memory did not appear harmful but the memory's holder was terrified of the flames. Putting the cup down, he had to move on, he needed a new memory.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:15 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark red. Description: Fear, deeply rooted in instinct. Sorrow, with lingering panic remaining. Your commentary on its flavour: One last tea, he'd said. As soon as he'd taken the customary sip, he regretted it, watching the memory play with concern for the one it centered on. Fire--the presence of that element set every last one of his nerves on edge, and Imuiel tensed up, mouth drawn into a thin line as he did his best to tear his focus away from the object of his fear. That was what this memory was about, anyway. Fear. He gave a soft huff as it faded away, cringing at how strong the feeling had been. Perhaps the two had touched bases later and talked it out? He would hope so.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:26 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burgandy Red Description: Uncontrollable fear and regret. Panic with a little sorrow Your commentary on its flavour: The tea startles her with it's sudden fear, and as it continues into her system, she feels the panic and uncontrollable fear raise and raise. She can't remember ever having something like this happen to her, even if she herself was a water creature. Fire was like a kin. She felt sad for the girl though, it seemed to make her sad that she had to run from the boy.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:29 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Fear, panic, confusion. Your commentary on its flavour: Rika jumped at the feeling of fear that hit her. Her heart started pounding in her chest as the aftertaste of panic set in, threatening to make her explode. As the feeling subsided, she was only left with confusion. The feeling that they weren't intentionally trying to scare her, but were still unsafe to be around. How could someone be so apologetic, yet so dangerous? Rika set the cup down, staring at it as if willing it to tell her the answer. Her only reply was silence.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:56 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Fear, the taste of it permeates and lingers. Your commentary on its flavour: In an echo of the memory Nerrisa found her fingers fumbling with the teacup but unlike the phone she didn't drop it. She set it down still trembling a bit from the strength of the memory. Whoever it belonged to had a very strong fear, yet the boy didn't seem so powerful a threat now that she looked back. She wished the taste of bravery had been there to bolster her, but instead she was left with lingering fears. The urge to flee was there as well, but she controlled herself after a moment and sighed. The apology was what stuck, who had he been and why had she been afraid? Knowing there would be no answer now she reached instead for another cup.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:06 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Fear, sorrow, perhaps some regret? Though truly, fear is the primary factor. Your commentary on its flavour: Flames... are certainly not something any of us like, and fear of them is only natural. Or so he thought anyway, but there was a regret he thought... as she ran. If she didn't want to be near that person she would never have halted long enough for him to apologize? He stared down at the cup, silent as he watched the liquid sway briefly. It was sad, both of them had ended up sad. And yet, he couldn't get over the full instinct he had. He wasn't sure why, as... he didn't particularly make a habit of it, but he wanted to pat her on the head, possibly give the girl a hug. Tell her it was alright. And yet... he never did that, did he? So why..? It... no he couldn't quite put his finger on it at all. What a strange... sad little memory it was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:15 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Grey-Red Description: Terror. Most of what is felt in this tea is terror, though with some regret. Your commentary on its flavour: The tea's taste is strong and hits immediately, leaving Zanna Kosa feeling fidgety and terrified from the first moment she saw the memory. She was not totally sure what she was terrified of, admittedly, but she felt the way the terror froze her, making it hard to breathe. Even if she did not understand what was so frightening about fire--fire was a reasonable thing to stay warm from the cold--what Zanna did understand was that heart-stopping fear, and she wanted to do nothing but gather the poor girl who was experiencing this into her arms and attempt to comfort them. She was upset when the memory released her.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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