And unfortunately, I wrote nothing, but this is what Charles will see in usual memshare fashion.
... 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.
Amalthea at the end looks... Confused? Almost pained. ]
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I wouldn't want anyone to go hungry while assisting me.
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[ To some food places where they can pick up the things with a cart and ferry it to the hall that she reserved in the comp sci library. ]
Are you experienced in communication wares?
[ TIME TO ASK AND LEARN CHARLES KNOWS NOTHING ]
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... No?
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[ i'm sure you know what this is ]
Though we do have a layman mode for those starting.
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I'd like to think I'm good at that, at least.
[a beat]
... Good, because I know I'm not the only one who could use it.
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[ Easy! THE DEAD HATE YOU ALL but it's okay! They set up the little hall... All the pastry tiers. ]
Mm... Perhaps I need more teapots.
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[gazes into the distance over memories of hangman]
I can go get some. Where would they be?
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[ She is making sure there are enough chairs. ]
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[he will head to the mess hall.......... also am i allowed to ask for memshare.......]
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And unfortunately, I wrote nothing, but this is what Charles will see in usual memshare fashion.
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.
Amalthea at the end looks... Confused? Almost pained. ]
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well, this is a lot, but first, charles asks—]
... Are you all right, Amalthea?
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... I don't understand.
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Don't understand what...?
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... It's likely not important.
[ WHRE IS YOUR MEMORY ]
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[I HAVE TO COME UP WITH ONE]
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[ OKAY WELL TAKE YOUR TIME ]
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[but then another mem! forgive my recorded audio but 1, 2, 3]
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Your nation is blessed to have a good king, Charles.
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... Thank you. I hope so.
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[ OKAY ]
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[OKAY]
I'll do my best! Haha...