It's a long story since it needs a lot of context, but in short we showed up in what I think is a version of the manor I worked at—it's a strange place that I don't understand, so I don't know if I can explain it well, either. Through doors, you are shown memories of past masters of the manor.
In this case, it was our stories... I was whisked away after mine.
[ did we want a memshare so I can escape explaining it in dialogue. ]
...right, you mentioned your manor and your master who gets reincarnated. Kind of weird that's where the mission took you, but...separating you for that just seems more troublesome.
... She said you could see him again, didn't she? As you clutched onto the scarlet fabric, crying into it, heart broken into pieces, all you want is to see him again. Michel. Michel... Come back to me.
The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you thought it would be him. It didn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You could feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approached him, asked him if he remembered you, and he... Didn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he didn't remember you. Morgana taunted you in the manor's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spent waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You held onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appeared again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watched him fall in love with someone else and watched him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spent waiting for him, you began to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it was too painful. You abandoned your name. You abandoned your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stopped waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
also wow he hates this actually! he desperately hates this, because there are too many familiar feelings here that he would rather not discuss or even acknowledge. the desperation for someone you love to stay, or return, and the equal desperation of agreeing to something so insane that you know is likely a trap just for the sake of getting the thing you want. the loneliness of waiting, the devastation of things not working the way you want, the careful detachment from the world around you because it's too painful to keep living in reality.
anyway, that happens, and he just kind of looks at amalthea for a long, silent moment. ]
...the doors then. It was just...realities of what would have been if that wish had been granted. Those big, pivotal things that changed your entire life and what it'd look like if turned out differently. [ he's still frowning. ] I...[ okay damn never mind he really should've just shown her the plot docs and shut the fuck up because now he's just thinking about this. ]
I think I get it. When something's too painful, it's easier to just say it isn't real and that there's another reality that's less hard to deal with. But as depressing as it is, I'm glad you and the others were able to see through the illusion.
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The missions people go on and even the storms that we get pulled through without meaning to all seem to have similar themes. Making choices, or things going poorly, or losing things we want. Some of us were starting to wonder if it's more that the storms were always going to be lke this, or if they're attuned to us specifically.
They're strong. It doesn't surprise me. [ but...hum. ] It's possible they respond to us just like those waves that trigger the weekly effects, right? I've been thinking about how things might be tuned to us specifically. There isn't any sort of concrete proof yet, but it's my new line of thinking.
I always thought the waves caused the rifts sometimes, too, but I'm also not a scientist.
[ She's a maid. ]
Right! Yeah!
[ She would point out that maybe context clues would help... Notes on people from appearance to who they are seen with. I summarize because I saw it in your role meeting.
It's possible. I'd have to study space more to understand how things work in different galaxies and the atmosphere.
[ thank you amalthea you are a gem. he nods along and he's about to open his iris to grab documents and shit but then memory be upon thee until ig 15:17. the wink psync is a little weird since it's from mizuki's pov but she will at least understand the concept from it to connect with a later part of the conversation. ]
[ Oh... Well, she isn't sure what to say about the memory. Should she say anything? Would Shoma prefer she kept quiet as he tries to get her the documents?
Going to let that hang on the moment, even though overall the memory seems sweet between him and Mizuki. There was some personal information in there. ]
...went on longer this time. [ an observation, mostly. he's seen this memory repeat a few times this week, but never to include the stuff about amame or naix. ] Sorry. Our memories are probably as confusing to you as yours are to some of us, aren't they?
I suppose that's true. [ it's something he's been grappling with, people actually relating to these things or at the very least understanding where they're coming from. though he request catches him off-guard a little and he blinks in surprise. ]
...yeah. I guess that's okay. [ it helps that he does like her quite a bit. documents can wait for a moment, he supposes. ]
...thank you. I do appreciate that. [ it's a nice option even if he doesn't end up taking it. ] Sorry about that. Let's...go back to the documents if you want. Or it can even wait again since the memories are always a lot to process.
We're not going to get anywhere if we don't go over them, so let's do that.
[ She lets go! And he can show her the... W3 documents in which he will see she isn't the smartest, but points out context clues and stuff. May you learn the fates very soon in the current week. ]
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It's a long story since it needs a lot of context, but in short we showed up in what I think is a version of the manor I worked at—it's a strange place that I don't understand, so I don't know if I can explain it well, either. Through doors, you are shown memories of past masters of the manor.
In this case, it was our stories... I was whisked away after mine.
[ did we want a memshare so I can escape explaining it in dialogue. ]
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[ also yes you're so smart. ]
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The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you thought it would be him. It didn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You could feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approached him, asked him if he remembered you, and he... Didn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he didn't remember you. Morgana taunted you in the manor's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spent waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You held onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appeared again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watched him fall in love with someone else and watched him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spent waiting for him, you began to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it was too painful. You abandoned your name. You abandoned your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stopped waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
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also wow he hates this actually! he desperately hates this, because there are too many familiar feelings here that he would rather not discuss or even acknowledge. the desperation for someone you love to stay, or return, and the equal desperation of agreeing to something so insane that you know is likely a trap just for the sake of getting the thing you want. the loneliness of waiting, the devastation of things not working the way you want, the careful detachment from the world around you because it's too painful to keep living in reality.
anyway, that happens, and he just kind of looks at amalthea for a long, silent moment. ]
...the doors then. It was just...realities of what would have been if that wish had been granted. Those big, pivotal things that changed your entire life and what it'd look like if turned out differently. [ he's still frowning. ] I...[ okay damn never mind he really should've just shown her the plot docs and shut the fuck up because now he's just thinking about this. ]
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That's right... What was behind my door was the tale I told that I thought was true. I think they saw through the cracks.
[ Of real memories showing themselves. She smiles sadly as she places a hand over her chest, pressing against it like she's having some trouble. ]
It was... Nice, but I knew it wasn't real.
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I think I get it. When something's too painful, it's easier to just say it isn't real and that there's another reality that's less hard to deal with. But as depressing as it is, I'm glad you and the others were able to see through the illusion.
[ ... ]
The missions people go on and even the storms that we get pulled through without meaning to all seem to have similar themes. Making choices, or things going poorly, or losing things we want. Some of us were starting to wonder if it's more that the storms were always going to be lke this, or if they're attuned to us specifically.
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They did great.
[ her lips press into a thin line, even though it's a smile. ]
You're right. I wonder... If that's important. They're such nebulous things. Do they respond to us like stimuli?
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[ ... ]
But I think I promised you documents, huh?
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[ She's a maid. ]
Right! Yeah!
[ She would point out that maybe context clues would help... Notes on people from appearance to who they are seen with. I summarize because I saw it in your role meeting.
however where is my memory ]
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[ thank you amalthea you are a gem. he nods along and he's about to open his iris to grab documents and shit but then memory be upon thee until ig 15:17. the wink psync is a little weird since it's from mizuki's pov but she will at least understand the concept from it to connect with a later part of the conversation. ]
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Going to let that hang on the moment, even though overall the memory seems sweet between him and Mizuki. There was some personal information in there. ]
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...went on longer this time. [ an observation, mostly. he's seen this memory repeat a few times this week, but never to include the stuff about amame or naix. ] Sorry. Our memories are probably as confusing to you as yours are to some of us, aren't they?
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They are, but we can still understand the emotions. [ And that is part of what matters, isn't it? ] May I give you a hug?
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...yeah. I guess that's okay. [ it helps that he does like her quite a bit. documents can wait for a moment, he supposes. ]
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We've been through a lot, haven't we...
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That's a really nice way of putting it. [ haha. ] But...we're getting by. That counts for something?
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[ Gives him a gentle squeeze. ]
If you ever need an ear, Mister Enda, I'm here, okay?
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...thank you. I do appreciate that. [ it's a nice option even if he doesn't end up taking it. ] Sorry about that. Let's...go back to the documents if you want. Or it can even wait again since the memories are always a lot to process.
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[ She's understanding! It's the stupid void rifts showing up! Anyway... ]
We're not going to get anywhere if we don't go over them, so let's do that.
[ She lets go! And he can show her the... W3 documents in which he will see she isn't the smartest, but points out context clues and stuff. May you learn the fates very soon in the current week. ]