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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:53 pm
Tiletk put the log on the podium - almost loathe to give it up. There was something about experiencing all of these thoughts and memories that he didn't want to exactly give up.
But he had to.
It was a sacrifice he had to make, but he was glad to have experienced something unique.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:22 pm
There was way too much. Trebor put down his log as quickly as possible, and breathed a sigh of relief when the goddess took his memories - and all the ones he'd gathered - away. He rubbed his temples, and left the pedestals just a little more peaceful than he'd been before, but his hand still idly, hauntingly, rubbed at his chest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:40 pm
Chaesel was all too happy to put her tea log on the pedestal. Though her own memory had enveloped her with a sweet honey feeling, the others had been horrifying. Even though she'd devoured half the table, Chaesel felt an enormous pit in her stomach after the memories, one that couldn't be filled with food.
She sighed with contentedness as the memories washed away from her, leaving her mind. She didn't need to be burdened by them.
For once, Chaesel found herself grateful for the goddesses' existence.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:42 pm
Fayre gently put her log down on the pedestal, and her hand hesitated before leaving it. Slowly, like pulling a thread to unravel a sweater, the memories were pulled out of her. She didn't seem to mind as much, anymore. These weren't her memories. She wasn't so tempted to cling to them as she was her others. And her own memory.. what had her own memory been? Why hadn't she been desperate to keep it, this time? Well, too late. It was already gone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:57 pm
Naiad sighs with a smile as she reenters the room from before. Looking around she once again sees that the goddess is gone and in her wake is a statue with the other two goddess statues next to it. Walking up to it she quietly reads the plaque below and smiles slightly.
Did you make many friends? These are an important part of building emotions.
Is all it says and yet it is enough to make her nod slightly at the question. She had liked the.. sampling of memories the teas had allowed her. Looking around she sees a single blank podium next to the statue and shakes her head. This was starting to get predicable and yet she was curious about what this one said. Walking up she reads the plaque merely titled 'Memories '.
Offer your created memories and the ones you have sampled.
She nods and sets the Tea Log on the podium with a slight smile as she closes her eyes. As she does she feels herself forgetting the memories once more, yet at the same time a small sense of happiness taking their place. Nodding she returns to the shrine.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:40 pm
Aeruban looked at the pedestal of memories and the log in his hand. In it were the memories of those that bore the heart of the Goddesses, the emotions that they experienced and the memories that they had witnessed. He pondered why they were sent on this quest and he was somewhat happy about what he had learned and felt. Though, he could have done without some of them, but he was certain there was a reason why he had experienced them. Putt the log down onto the pedestal, he turned to leave... and forget.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:01 pm
Vae had witnessed a few sweet memories, but hers was certainly not one of them. Even then though, a part of her didn't want to let it go, if only because it was hers, and it was the only thing she had of her identity.
But regardless of what she wanted, it wasn't as if she really had a real choice either way. Wordlessly, she set her tea log on the podium and walked away, the images fading with them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:09 pm
She was done.
Mnezara had tasted so many bitter memories, but the one that stuck in her mind was that of her own. Even the happier memories did not fail to cheer her up, only deepened the sadness her memory had brought her.
And so, when it was asked of her to give it all up, she gladly set her log down and let everything she had drank fade away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:21 pm
Still as of yet unaware of what was going to happen to the memories he'd gathered, Imuiel returned to the pedestal, gently resting his tea log atop it before looking to his Goddess as if waiting for something to happen.
And it did.
Slowly, the memories began to fade, though it soon increased in pace--and after a few moments, all of them were gone. Imuiel only had a second or two to be concerned about it, though it wasn't long before he had no reason to be worried at all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:35 pm
Not knowing what would happen to the memories she had sampled, Wyng eventually headed back into the shrine. It had been interesting to sample the teas, but one being could only drink so much tea. Stepping the shrine, she looked around for the goddess, only to find her once again a statue. Once again confused, Wyng read the inscription on the plaque beneath the goddess. Did you make many friends? These are an important part of building emotions. How could she have made friends if she could not meet the brewers? Shaking her head at the seeming contradiction, Wyng turned and noticed that there was a blank podium next to the statue that seemed to be glowing. Curious as ever, she read the inscription. Offer your created memories and the ones you have sampled. By created memories, did it mean the tea? Surely if she only put the teapot and the tea log on the pedestal, she'd get to keep the memories in her head this time! Rationalizing this out, Wyng then ran back to the table and grabbed her teapot and then returned to the pedestal placing her teapot and her tea log on top of it. As she did so, all of her memories of what had happened once again faded, leaving her with only a vague sense of happiness.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:10 am
Impah headed to the altar, upset at the sheer amount of memories she collected. Upset that she had to give them up. At this moment, she hated the goddess, for what they took and gave and as she set the book down. She wouldn't remember anyways. And they faded, away away. But she was left with new thoughts. She was a mermaid. There was an amityville. And it was waiting for her to come back.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:20 am
As happy as she'd been to see her, to stay with her in her Home, Simmy couldn't look at the Goddess. She kept her gaze on the ground, diverted just enough to see where she was going without the chance of catching her eye...but the Goddess wasn't there. She felt abandoned again. She dropped the booklet onto the pedestal and found herself agreeing less and less with the words beneath the statue.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:20 am
Did he make friends? Yes, in a way. He was friends with some of those memories. The bag in his hand felt heavy, odd. He smiled at the goddess’s statue though, she was still his favorite, but maybe that was just because she was blue like him. Reading the second plaque he wondered at it. But he placed the bag on the pillar. He lost the memories but the happiness from the other memories stayed. “Thank you goddess.” He didn’t often thank people but in this case he felt it was right.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:35 am
Lifting her head up to view the statue she gave a happy nod to her. It was through her that she'd seen such beautiful memories and she had felt really close to them, almost like she knew them. Internally she knew that maybe she had only met one or two, but to see into their world was such an honor and left her feeling more whole. Despite some of the memories not being particularly pleasant it made her feel more... real.
It was bittersweet as she approached the pedestal, sighing and frowning a bit. She had to come to know so much, even more about herself and the others she had come close to. Was she supposed to do this? To be a goddess, to get their blessing - that was the point, right? Mel'ae sighed and clutched her tea log closer to her chest. All she had learned, all she had come to know in such a short amount of time was going to be gone.
But if I succeed then can I get them back? She thought curiously, then moved closer to the pedestal. It was slow and with care that she placed her tea log down upon it.
Moving back she felt it leave, slowly and she was pained for a moment until it was gone. Twitching she bounced once or twice, looking around. She felt decent but wasn't sure why. Moving away she was certain she'd done something right at least.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:48 am
Aryn wasn't sure if he made any friends, but he did experience many memories in this brief amount of time he tasted the different brews. All of which had varying flavours. Some of them warm and heart touching, while others left a feeling of pain in his core. It was a little awkward, to be honest. Like he had peeked in on someone's private memories.
He set the tea log down on the podium. Unsure if what he had done was forgivable.
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