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tentacletrainer) wrote2012-11-30 06:18 pm
tentacletrainer) wrote2012-11-30 06:18 pm
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Chapter 50; Text; Backdated to 11/28 morning
I have two questions for you.
Does anyone else have...strange, vivid recollections of things that happened over the weekend, but no physical proof when there should be?
Such as, say, someone very important to you that you hadn't seen in years, giving you something very important to them to keep close and then...waking up with both them and this item missing?
My second question.
How do you distract yourself when your usual methods are not working and you really, really wish they would?
I thought knitting would do the trick as usual, but though I've finished many of my projects, it's far too mindless.
Definitely not doing the job.
Does anyone else have...strange, vivid recollections of things that happened over the weekend, but no physical proof when there should be?
Such as, say, someone very important to you that you hadn't seen in years, giving you something very important to them to keep close and then...waking up with both them and this item missing?
My second question.
How do you distract yourself when your usual methods are not working and you really, really wish they would?
I thought knitting would do the trick as usual, but though I've finished many of my projects, it's far too mindless.
Definitely not doing the job.
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Yeah...
I could try that I guess.
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Are you okay rose?
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How are you emotionally?
Im not the sharpest tool in the shed but even i can see that you dont sound like yourself.
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And I'm not...exactly positive on that front.
But I am distinctly thinking it is 'not well' at this point.
I'm just...very disappointed.
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Do you want to talk about it?
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Would you want to hear it?
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I feel that i will understand you and your friends far better if i heard your tale.
At least here we have enough time for story telling! Theres not much of a guarantee that we would have the time for it in the game itself.
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I'll preface this with the explanation that the relationship I had with my mother was not the most conventional one that a person may expect.
Nor was it exactly full of affection or "I love you"s shared between us.
Mostly one sided, from her to me.
It was a sort of passive aggressive game we played.
In a weird way, I think it was her way of preparing me for life.
Though I personally don't know if it worked all that well, because I wasn't as prepared as I wanted to be for certain parts of it.
I would make some grand gesture of overly-sentimental affection.
She would return with an equally over-the-top gesture.
I purchase her a vacuum because she seems so fond of cleaning. It even came with a drink holder so she'd have a place to put her alcohol.
She appreciates it so much, she has it bronzed and placed in the foyer.
Etc. etc.
I was a rebellious teenager and tried to avoid her.
Etc. etc.
A very classic and cliche tale of a young preteen desperately trying to spread her wings and fly before she was ever ready to do so and her mother rightfully trying to both hold her back and protect her, yet let her go.
Have you entered the game yet in your time?
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Its fuzzy but i think i recall dirk saying something about us all meeting up on my island.
So i think i can safely assume we enter the game after he wakes me up.
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This land had been kind enough to bring me in before I had even entered the Medium.
So it wasn't until much, much later that I learned of any of this.
When you enter the game, your home is generally transported with you.
As it were, ours were transported with everything that was inside.
This included our guardians.
At least, as far as I know this is how they made it in.
My mother ran off before I could really confirm that she was alright, but I assumed she would be.
She's a capable adult after all.
And I kept this mindset for the early duration of the game.
Busying myself with trying to fix our session, trying to contact people who could help, keeping an eye on my friends but less so keeping an eye on my mother.
I of course learned I should have far too late and found my mother dead.
Not even on my own, but after being told about it via Jade.
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I wont say sorry because that will simply sound hollow and frankly pretty daft.
But i take it theres more to the story?
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And yes.
It wouldn't be a long and arduous tale if I stopped there would it?
This is where we get into the "I wasn't quite as prepared for life as I'd wanted to be" portion of the story, because as much as I wanted to control myself.
And as much as I wanted to believe that I could.
I really couldn't.
I took a dip into the dark pool that was considered 'off the deep end', giving into what could be called a very grimdark situation.
I won't go into great detail, but essentially I allowed the ancient ones of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors and all of their minions grant me power.
Or perhaps they were simply using me as a vessel of sorts.
I'm still not completely clear on this fact.
But I was out for revenge.
It was a bit of a painful process.
Not physically, but emotionally.
Because on my way for this revenge, I ran into John and was unable to tell him the fate that had befallen not only my mother, but unfortunately his father as well.
And it was a long walk to the crime scene of having to deal with his chipper disposition, knowing full well nothing but depression would surely greet him at the end of our 'stroll'.
Of course, grief is always only shortly lived, and their murderer decided to rear his ugly head.
Perfect timing, because I was in the mood to kick his ass, and no better partner was at my side to do it with than John.
But as with all plans, it went horribly awry, ending in the temporary death of John (who, by now, had achieved God Tier and therefor had conditional immortality) and my very real death.
Because of course I was only more enraged and foolhardy after he'd stabbed my friend.
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All of that happening while you were all 13?
Jesus christmas im so sorry you had to endure all of that!
What of jade and dave?
Actually no forget i asked. I should probably ask them themselves instead of getting it secondhand.
But i take it you came back to life on derse?
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All on John's birthday as well.
And they fared no better, but I'll let you get the story from them.
Yes, I did indeed revive on Derse after John graciously kissed me back to life.
Dave was already there waiting for me.
From there we took a suicide trip to the Green Sun we were told to destroy, but.
Again.
Plans.
We blew up Derse's moon with ourselves inside, effectively creating the Green Sun rather than destroying it.
Because bastard white texted assholes.
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How on heaven and earth did you survive an explosion like that?!
And whos this white texted scoundrel?
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I felt it would be alright to accept these consequences, as if my information was correct we wouldn't have to deal with him.
Much, anyway.
Boy was I wrong.
Anyway, within the middle of this moon sat two stone slabs.
One bearing the symbol of a hero of Time.
The other the symbol of a hero of Light.
Dave and I, respectively.
Standing upon these when the explosion happened allowed us to achieve God Tier.
That is how you survive setting off a Tumor which exploded and became a giant, likely radioactive Green Sun.
Btw, imagine everything is properly coded here.
Green Sun in a bright green, Tumor in black and white.
I'm just not in the mood to deal with doing it myself.
Anyway.
God Tier, yay.
The rest has little relevance to what's wrong.
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Well ive got the backstory now.
Would you like to tell me whats really wrong with this picture?
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That is likely what he is referring to.
Because as far as I know all four of us have reached Godhood.
The Heir of Breath, the Witch of Space, the Knight of Time and the Seer of Light.
And alright.
I have been here nearly two years now.
In these two years I've gone from missing my mother, to feeling guilty over her death when I finally caught up, to desperately wishing she would appear.
Because this place has the power to bring the dead back to life.
Bro is here, even though he was quite dead back home.
This is the second time he's been here, in fact.
Becquerel was here at some point.
Even Doc Scratch was here, playing the part of loving father to my friend Kanaya.
Spades arrived, fitting into the little mold of 'loving' 'stab dad' to Karkat.
And well.
It's a little tiring, I suppose.
I hardly have room to complain, there are plenty of other people here who would likely love to see their parents.
But it's tiring to see all your friends have theirs for at least a month, and yours never to show her face.
This weekend?
She finally did.
And then she was gone.
I got a day to cry on her like a child.
Another two to make plans and catch up and have the stupid belief that she'd stay long enough to at least fulfill some of these plans with me.
But she was just...gone the next day.
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I dont think youd know her.
It sounds like such a cruel joke.
But you cant give up hope on her just yet!
She appeared once didnt she?
Perhaps not for very long but that means she could appear again! And maybe stay for at least long enough for the both of you to get some sort of closure.
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And perhaps, perhaps not.
I am, after all, a Seer.
There are a lot of things I know.
And yes, I know.
I'm sincerely trying not to.
It's just hard to deal with when I had lost my father so soon before she appeared.
Or.
My Other Father, anyway.
But he was as much of a father as anyone could be.
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Youve lost so much and it really doesnt seem fair.
But you know youre a lot like your mom.
Youre a really strong young lady rose and i dont think i truly appreciated that fact until now.
I wish i could help you or say *something* thatll make things better but i dont think i have any such skills.
This has to have been hard both to tell me and endure. I appreciate you telling me and having enough trust in me to tell me your story.
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Thank you.
Honestly, listening does help.
Perhaps it doesn't make things better, but it helps a lot.
It was a lot easier than it may sound honestly.
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[There's a small pause before he continues.]
Youve told me about your mom but i dont think ive told you anything about my grandma have i?
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You haven't, no.
I would like to hear about her though, if you would be willing to share.
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