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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:32 am
This was a task that had been assigned by her Goddess; the only one that she had interacted to prior to being sent out on this mission. She could still remember the way those cookies had tasted... With a smile, Raedala stepped forward, setting the passport down on the podium. A part of her felt so relieved to do so, that warm happiness returning. She had done well. She had pleased her Goddess.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:12 am
The taste of the memories and emotions still lingered on his lips when he returned. One hand is raised, lightly cover his mouth as he mulled over the memories. By now, Ikait could guess what he would have to do next. Obediently, he placed his passport down on the plaque. It had been an interesting experience.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:20 am
The different types of tea they had tried were really interesting, and oddly - fun. In Kliinail arms held the tea passport, ready to be offered to the podium. They were a little surprised that only one podium stood before them this time, but gleefully went over to hand in their completed task.
As the memories left, they couldn't help but feel a little...lonely.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:50 am
Lectoa had enjoyed this task. She only wished to have more time to taste more teas, but alas, she didn't quite have the room for that. Humming, she entered the shrine and examined the plaque. Oh, again? Curiously, she placed her log down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:43 pm
The task had been odd. He went through a plethora of emotions as he sampled different teas. Most were more pleasant than the one he had brewed personally. Nush gritted his teeth at that memory, then placed his log down onto the pedestal. Everything soon faded away...
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:17 pm
Experience love? She hadn't tasted anything like that. Perhaps she could've drank a few other teas, but Skaaal was done. She didn't want to try another. She set her log down on the pedestal with a deep frown.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:22 pm
Hale returned with her log book in hand, and stared at the empty pedestal. Every time she came back here, she felt like she was giving up what she had gained. This last trial had been well, rather pleasant and eye opening. She had to give up that? She heaved a sigh, and her brows furrowed. She stared at the book in her hand. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She had to keep going…but would she be able to get all this back? She just had to hope she could. It was all she could do. She placed her log book on the podium.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:41 pm
After having her fill of tea, Daaiji returned with her log book. She licked her lips, still tasting the love and helplessness that filed her drinks. They were interesting to experience. Still smacking her lips, she placed her book in the appropriate place.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:03 pm
Aima shook her head. They were her memories, not the goddesses'. Especially not the blue goddess with her creepy smiles and ill intentions.
So many emotions coursed through her, and double fold the number of questions were asked. She had no answers after the endeavor, just bits and snippets of others' lives.
What of Ami and her suffering? A shiver ran down her spine. Her theory was proving correct it seemed. Ami was trying to tell her something. Perhaps this memory was that of what goddesses did to sinners.
A shudder shook her body. The goddesses wouldn't take no for an answer. Out of fear she set her tea log down and disappeared elsewhere.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:06 pm
Reap had found the experience of other's memories harrowing to say the least, the happy moments fleeting and gone in a flash. His brewed tea he had been fond of, the cloying lingering rage addictive and thrilling, but he gave that up too, aware that too much anger would consume him quickly. Let them take it from him as they took all things.
He placed his log on the pedestal.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:27 pm
Marati returned, holding her passport close to her. The tea she had made had been painful, but it was a learning experience as a whole. The others had been a wide range of emotions, and she found that no matter how loving or terrifying they were, she cherished them. To give them up would be difficult, but she reminded herself, as she always did, that it was for the greater good.
She lay her Tea Passport on the pedestal, bowed to the Goddess, and left with only the feeling of lingering happiness.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:38 pm
Finally, after surveying the teas and tasting far too many, Remye returned to the room, her brain overrun with the memories as she read through her tea log again. Each page brought a new memory forth, reliving them each in her mind. Both the good... And the bad. They hurt, the bad ones, but they made the better seem all the better. An interesting balance. She glanced up as she stepped into the room again, eying the statue. She smiled slightly; even a statue, the Goddess had a manic, wide and crazed smile.
"Definitely the best." She mumbled, holding the book to her chest. She knew she would have to give it up; you never kept what the Task gave to you. And for a long moment she lingered in front of the empty podium. She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to give up what she had learned here.
But there was only one way forward.
She set the log book down gently, closing her eyes as the memories left her mind, leaving her with the lingering emotions but... Empty. With the memories gone, she felt only a remorseful loss. Her shoulders slumped some, as Remye left to return to the shrine empty-handed, hugging herself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:11 pm
It had taken her a little while to complete her task but sampling the different teas had been interesting. With her tea log in hand she came back to the shrine to find the Goddess statue back in its place alongside the other two. There was only one pedestal this time unlike before but with the instruction Tsumi set the tea log down and as it vanished so did the memories only leaving her with a small sense of what had happened.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:08 pm
The Tea Log, thick with many memories. Many pleasant, most were not. Itoto's stomach whirled with a mix of brews, making him ill. Maybe if he could latch onto the few light and fluffy memories he'd tasted, he could let go of the ones that held down his aching heart. The boyish figure set down his offering, along with the memories he'd gathered. He left feeling happy. Lighthearted. It was a welcome change, one that lifted some of the weight he carried on his small frame.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:26 pm
Though he held the tea log in his hands, he too felt the memories in his heart. Some were happy, some were sad. A few were even angry. Once he left the log behind, oddly he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Hmm.
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