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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:38 pm
She was holding too many feels.
Rostym happily offered up both her teacup and her log where they needed to be, humbly bowing out with a sigh as she felt them taken from her one by one--and finally, for once, only happiness persisted in a small amount. She'd take what she could get.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:05 am
Liom made his way to where the Goddess resided, she wasn't glowing as much as she was when he had first come to her but that smile hadn't disappeared as much as his had. Swirling emotion, so many thoughts and memories. Part of him felt it might be a good thing to rid himself of some of them, painful reminders of life they were.
He pulled out his logbook and placed it gently on the pedestal as instructed of him. Hopefully it would be enough, hopefully.
They were at least gone, and he wasn't sad.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:53 am
The happy note Maple ended on tea log on carried her back to the Goddess. The cookie smell still lingered as did the smile, which she couldn't find herself minding as much.
The girl carefully read the plaques that had been set out and as told, she set her logbook down as offering. Some of the memories she would be sad to see go, they had filled her with hope. But those too, along with the bad, drifted away from her leaving her with a gentle smile on her face.
That wasn't so bad.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:46 am
She moved quickly, the memory still clung to her. So heartbreaking, maybe the smile of the Goddess would make her happy again. Maybe she would have another cookie for her. But she didn't. She had empty alters for her.
Viola'i pushed her brows together as she placed her logbook down. She didn't dare touch them but she didn't need to. A sacrifice, along with those memories. She was smiling again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:15 am
Rhryse was glad she'd ended on happier notes. The taste of the teas still lingered on her lips as she returned and stepped up to the podium. It told her what to do. She was almost reluctant to place her Tea Passport on the podium. Her memory and the other memories, even the sad memories or the terrible ones, meant something. She wanted to cherish them, cherish their owners. Perhaps she still could? Maybe she would remember. Maybe she wouldn't. She didn't. She felt a faint happiness as she stepped away from the podium.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:40 am
She had completed the task, the black book, her passport to others memories, clutched tightly in one hand. For the most part, what she had seen was sweet, enough to lift the corners of her mouth just slightly into a smile. There had been some bitter sights, some sad memories, but overall the love and friendship and pride had given her hope. When she arrived back in the shrine, she offered the book to the empty pedestal, the one designated for memories, and let the goddess take from her that which she had seen. She had been full before, full to the brim with the good and the bad, but now she had felt as though she had been overturned and emptied once more, though with the goddesses blessings, maybe there were still some dregs yet left at the bottom.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:44 am
She placed her logbook on the pedastal, feeling warmer now than before. While her own blend of tea had left her cold (Why was that again?), everyone else had left her with a feeling of greatness and pride.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:07 pm
Acerola gently placed her passport as well as her tea pot on top of the pedestal hesitantly.
It had been a truly wonderful experience. She had learned more about herself and others. She was one more step closer to understanding people. There were many good and bad memories in that passport. But that was what made up a person - a mix of everything. Each person was made up of something different - a unique blend of tea.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:06 pm
Thean approached the Goddess' statue hesistantly. She read the plaque. Yes, yes she had made friends. Had shared her fears and others emotions. She had received valuable expereince. But now it was time to give them all to the Goddess. She set her tea passport as well as her teapot on the empty pedestal. It felt as if all of the tea she had drank poured out of her. But it was not a bad feeling, forgetting. It left Thean with a faint happiness.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:16 pm
Shasa's emotions were a confused boil of things she didn't understand - and it had been the first time, really, that she wanted to give her sacrifice to the Goddess. The first offering had felt too wonderful to give up, like she'd earned the right to keep them - and even the second had been filled with a sort of predatory satisfaction. This sacrifice, though, this was offered up more than willingly, and Shasa immediately left her passport on the podium before silently drifting away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:37 pm
All in all the tea party left her feeling pretty good about the world, and she was almost reluctant to put the journal on the pedestal. She wanted to keep many of them as close as she could, and others she would certainly be glad to be rid of. The memory of the small child with the knife was one she was afraid would follow her forever. Still, a goddess had asked her to do it and so the journal went on the pedestal. She walked away with a bounce still in her step as the memories faded away, leaving behind only a sense of warmth and light.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:48 pm
Ako wasn't entirely sure how he felt. There was a lot of sadness int he world, but there was happiness as well. He himself knew that, so... it was good? Did he make friends? He couldn't say, he hadn't spoken to anyone directly. But he sighed, placing his passport which was more filled with doodles than words down. He wished he could know more about them, to understand them, but alas. There was only much time.
And then he left the podium, letting out a sight as he slowly felt the remnants of those memory vanishing from his mind, a mild smile left behind. Had he made some friends?
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Lanaom still felt mixed. He felt as if too many of those memories sang close to home, to things he couldn't recall... nor did he want to? Wouldn't it be painful like the last if he remembered such things? He grimaced, staring at the podium a moment before he looked at the passport in his hand. Neat, tidy, all too exact handwriting graced the pages. Did he care? Was it important? Offer them up. Simple enough.
He bent down, placing the passport upon it's spot before walking off, down the path. Perhaps it was better he forgot, that he might never know any of it again. He didn't even really recall he'd forgotten anything.
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Mylisp paused as she returned to the shrine, her passport in hand. She'd made friends... sort of. She didn't know any of them. She just... had a vague sense of them. From pleasantries to... nightmares. She shivered once more, recalling one particularly terrible memory as she closed her eyes. She didn't want to forget it all, but the goddess wanted a sacrifice. So she had to, even if some was better gone.
So with that she placed her booklet down on the podium before turning and walking away. Perhaps her step was lighter for it. For never needing to know some of it again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:45 pm
Nothing like a little tasty memories to keep you going. Ortam handed in his passport with a sigh, longing to hold onto those memories, good and bad. Maybe another time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:11 pm
Koshabi hesitated, which was odd because he had been resolute in getting the task done as soon as possible. But did they have to continue giving up memories? Really . . .?
He sighed and offered his log up with only minor resistance. Perhaps with the final task done they could all learn what the gameplan was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:05 pm
Iron wasn't too keen on it either, but he knew from experience he couldn't keep anything the goddesses didn't let him keep.
He put his passport on the podium (altar) as asked.
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