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"Thank the old gods the roof here's made a' log. Wouldn't be able to hear meself think otherwise," the graveled voice of a man resonated deeper than the other pitches inside the tavern. The pouring rain had started two hours ago and hadn't let up for even a second. Dangerous winds occasionally pounded and creaked against the side of the building, but its age spoke to its sturdiness over time. The visibility outside had been thrown to the wayside and so nearby travelers had taken refuge within the large, homey walls of the Brazen Bandersnatch. A few agreed with him at his own table but most everyone else that'd heard still continued on with what they were doing to wait out the storm. Some played cards, a handful were arm-wrestling in mock-competitive bouts, a few bards and musicians quietly played their lutes or sang tunes, but most just conversed.
The man that'd spoke was a combination of both heavyset and muscular. Overall, he was simply large and broad with square shoulders, hefty biceps, and a decent gut where above his white-haired arms sat crossed. A peppered beard was he only hair he had from the neck up, a few tattoos of ships and sea creatures decorating his bald and shining scalp. It was fairly easy to discern what he and the rest at his table did as a trade. Fishermen that took to open, deep waters west of the continent often carried and sold rarer wares (if they had extras) not just to Torensten, but then north up the wide channel to Provo. "Well then," his hand came down, a heavy mug that'd been gripped by the handle following along and knocking to the table. It caught plenty attention - as it was meant to - and he scanned his experienced and aged eyes over those on his half of the tavern that turned to listen, "I gather we can't just sit and wait around for our arses to mold to the benches without at least gettin' to hear a tale or two from one another. We're stuck 'ere aren't we? Tell y'what... if I hear a tale enough to impress me, next round's from my pocket." a few excited and eager eyes went wide, friends looking to one another already with thoughts on ideas.
"I once scaled the World Sight and saw one of them guards! Barely escaped his hungry search!"
"That's nothing! I once climbed on top of a sleeping ogre's belly to reach an arrow I'd unknowingly loosed just right above him while huntin'!"
"Bah, please. I played on the stage for President Illode Kyr's inauguration!"
"You did not!"
"I did!"
"Oy!" called the captain, calling the arguing small crowd that'd become eager to brag's attention. "I said impress me, not make m'ears bleed with bickering. A story, not a damned trophy. A defining moment! Living, inspired!" his proud fist lifted momentarily in the air in front of him while the other lifted to give him a large swig of ale - a small portion dripping down the thick strands of his beard. One eye opened over the edge of his mug to a certain traveler. "You," a handful of the heads turned, "Yer one of them otherworlders, aren't ye? Tell us, then. A grand moment that changed ye fer'ever. What was your greatest adventure?"
In this event, four "otherworld" adventurers (you) have hunkered in the roadside Brazen Bandersnatch tavern with the rest of its occupants until visibility clears up outside. You've been here for two hours and the large ship captain called for a share of grand tales and adventures; but more importantly something inspiring. This is an opportunity for you, as a writer, to have your character tell what they feel was the most important part of their story. What was their defining moment? When in their canon history did something change, did something develop? Was it victorious, tragic, or perhaps they were simply a bystander? As a writer, what piece of your character's backstory do you believe is what makes them part of who they are? Will the story they tell just serve as an example of the kind of soul they are or will it be of a past they've grown from? The choice is yours to do justice to the characters you adore and give them a voice most might not have heard before.
RULES:
1. Sign-up will be first-come, first-served and will begin on Friday, December 14th at 12AM midnight EST (UTC−05:00).
PM/DM Kupo on the site from the character you wish to use.
Staff members will not be allowed to sign-up for this event until 48hrs after the initial sign-up time.
You may only sign-up with one character per writer.
The first 4 PM/DM's (by time stamp) received will be the characters selected.
If your PM/DM is received before midnight on the selected date, it will be invalid.
2. Posting activity will be strictly adhered.
Each character has 4 days (96hrs) to post their response.
Should the 96hrs pass without a character posting, that character will be presumed silent at the tavern and the next person who had PM/DM'd their sign-up will be given an invitation to join (like a wait list) to ensure fairness to those that wished to participate.
There will be an NPC post between every round (after the 4 characters have posted) unless stated otherwise.
3. Let it flow naturally.
Don't feel the need to write a one-player novel all at once. Others are here to share their tales too.
Leave opportunities for yourself to respond and relate to one another.
Don't be a brooder. If you don't enter the event knowing your character will find themselves willing (easily or not easily) to share, then the event doesn't serve its purpose.
The dim orange light of the candles caught itself in the copper hair of a particular woman, as well as the glass bourbon she nursed in her palms. She sat in her spot at the polished bar, in a place where she did not quite fit in with her black suit. Her tie was loosened a bit as she stared at the ice in her bourbon with quiet contemplation. Her concentration was broken by the shouting of ideas of people trying to share their glory. But it was not until the Captain pointed her out to the entire bar, did she look up from her glass.
The ice suddenly cracked in her glass, breaking her silence.
“Me?” She gave a coy grin, as she turned to face the rest of the room. Her elbows rested along the bar. “My tale is nothing glorious. I cared not for fame or honor.”
She raised her glass and took a small sip to taste the bourbon.
“You see, I was but a loyal servant to a company. I was taken in from the orphanage and given education and training by business men. Why would I bite the hand that fed me? Yes, the company did terrible things, I acknowledge that. But they also increased the quality of life for the people. All they asked for me to do was clean up their dirty laundry. In fact, there was a whole department of us, nicknamed the Turks. They were my brothers and sisters at arms. The only family I had and the only ones I held dear in my life.”
She clenched her glass for a moment, before placing it back on the table.
“But the executives grew tired of us. No, that’s incorrect. They feared us, their subordinates. They feared because we knew all their dirty secrets. We protected and cleaned up after them. Soon, we were not just fighting threats on the outside of the company, but also the very people we served. They wanted us dead. They tried to convince the President that we were useless resources. They sent us on suicide missions, expecting us to die. They took away our leader, Veld, and placed us under another to destroy our synergy and communications… Veld blackmailed the President to save us, his children, that day. It only served to strain our relationship with the executives.”
“But it was not until that one day…when things really took a turn for the worse. When I watched Veld defect from the company before my very eyes. The man who taught me that everything I knew… The man who served the company with the utmost loyalty and diligence. He had to decide. And he chose his long-lost daughter over his orders of killing her, the leader of the terrorist group, that very day… And none of us stopped him.”
Her eyes lowered as she stared at some mundane spot on the floor. There was conflict etched on her face and she shook her head. There was a crack of thunder outside, and she cleared her throat. “But my apologies, I fear I must be boring the group with only the foundation of my story. I’m not good at story telling. But that kid over there, I seem to recognize him…” Cissnei raised a gloved hand to point at Denzel. He seemed oh so familiar, yet she could not place a finger on it. “What brings someone so young to be here?”
Denzel found himself getting attracted to the stories told by all the adults. It was just like how Tifa would share stories of her past, her present and her dreams for the future, even though it was a long time away. It was no secret that he had wandered into the pub in a desperate attempt to get out of the crowd that was outside. Of course, being underaged meant that he would not be able to take any drinks that contained alcohol; they were grown up drinks.
"I'm looking for someone," was all he simply said, his answer clear and concise. "I ended up here without my family. I've found one of them but—"
The memory of Ardyn flashed through his mind. He could feel the pain prickle beneath his skin. It was certainly bothersome but not enough to make him feel totally uncomfortable.
Not yet.
"Something happened to me so now I'm looking for a way to do things that I won't regret," he began. "I found myself in Provo and got lost there, then one of the persons I'm looking for found me. We're trying to find other the rest of my family in this world since we're not exactly from here," Denzel continued.
"There was a saying that any place with a Mako reactor outside Midgar meant that there was nothing else out there," he added on, finding a way to an empty seat to clamber up so that he was on the same level as everyone else, at the very least. That failed because he was still significantly young and significantly smaller.
"My family died a long time ago. Sector 7 was blown up and I found myself with Ruvie. She was, uh, one of the first people I considered family. We lived together in a world that was going to crash and burn but she protected me when Meteor hit. Then there was a bright green light—"
TAGGED // @blacksuit Caius Dragelion @seven NOTES // There you go.
The rain hadn't let up for a few hours now. Not wishing to let Vordun get sick and subject the poor thing to the rains, Caius had decided to stay in the tavern and wait the weather out. He had made himself at home with a drink, just taking in the sights and sounds all around him. But something caught his attention, the raised voice of a man at their table who had proclaimed that an impressive story would yield a free round. Caius smirked lightly, telling stories was his specialty. Soon enough, voices would begin to sound to and fro, trying to tell boasts over stories, before it degenerated into bickering.
Then he stated he wanted a defining moment... Hmm...
A group of "otherworlders" were picked out from the table, and it seemed that the tales had begun. Caius listened closely, curious about the tales he would get to hear. A woman spoke first, claiming herself to have started out as a servant, taken from an orphanage. She came from somewhere that had done terrible things... Something he noted he could relate with. That wasn't a story he would tell though. Though unlike his circumstances... She believed that her "Turks" improved quality of life despite their terrible deeds. Interesting... But it seemed the people that were higher in the pecking order didn't like her and her group, and tried to have them killed. She seemed to finish her story rather suddenly though, and Caius was left to wonder if there was more. What happened after this loyal soldier defected to save his long lost daughter?
"Your story was fine" He spoke up with a small smile. "Ran through it a bit quickly though. Is there more to it? What about you? What did you do after you saw all that?"
She seemed to be encouraging a child at the table to tell his story though. Caius decided to wait a bit longer and let them get their stories out before he told his own. He still had to consider what story to tell... He had an idea, of course. Perhaps he could meld two together? The two main things that brought him here and made him who he was...
This kid, though... Seemed a bit better at knowing to spread his story around. Caius noticed right away that Denzel was keeping names a secret, and trying to be as vague about the specifics as he could. It made him all the more curious about his story, but he didn't intrude if he didn't want to tell on that matter.
It seemed this one was here on a quest to find others that he found kinship with. He was like Celes in that regard, he knew that Celes was looking for the people she knew too. As for Caius... Well, he didn't really have anything like that. He had the Glaives, but... He wasn't close enough to them, in comparison to how Celes had described her friends. In a way, it made him feel that much lonelier.
He mentioned his place had been blown up... Which made Caius remember the woman stated she recognized him. He recalled mention of a terrorist organization from the woman, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Are you two from the same world?" Caius would ask the two of them then. He wouldn't interrupt long. It seemed the kid still had a story to tell.
Seven had had no particular destination in mind prior to entering the Brazen Bandersnatch, but the sight of someone familiar ducking into the bar was enough to draw her attention... and so she followed Cissnei inside. She sat close to the woman, but hopefully far enough that she wouldn't be noticed outright- though why she felt she needed such secrecy was a mystery even to Seven herself. Perhaps she had something to say to the redhead but lacked the assertiveness to just come out with it.
Just as she tried to steel her nerve to approach her thoughts were interrupted by the rancor set into motion by the large man's declaration and demand for tales of yore. But the first story that she found herself interested in was Cissnei's own. She certainly learned more about the woman than she'd known before, but... was that a good thing? Her first impression of Cissnei was that she dressed and held herself like a Milites executive and that impression hadn't changed. If anything she felt it was fairly accurate. That being said- was she really one who could judge others for doing distasteful things for the sake of the greater good?
The next to speak was a boy- and his story brought a frown to Seven's face. Cissnei, this boy, and herself were all orphans. Cissnei's parents might have still been around given the lack of detail about what happened to them, but for the boy and herself? They were gone forever. Or at least as gone as one could be in this odd world where the dead seemed to come back to life with frightening frequency, herself included. It was still heartbreaking to hear yet another child have to experience something like that... Seven drew the attention of the bartender and told him to bring the kid a soda, on her. It might help make him feel better after having to dredge up those kinds of memories. At least she hoped it would.
And then a man spoke up, one who apparently made a connection between the two stories that she hadn't. What an odd coincidence it would be if the boy and Cissnei had come from the same world? It begged the question of how many worlds these lands served as the nexus for, and how the travelers were distributed if not at random. Good questions but ones that would likely go unanswered.
It was then that Seven noticed the eyes on her. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder to confirm that yes, apparently there were some patrons eagerly awaiting for the boy to continue- or for someone else to begin. A soft sigh rolled out of the girl as she absentmindedly touched two fingers to the black mark on her left shoulder, it's center practically glowing blood red to create the facsimile of an eye. Unfortunately she'd been pulled into this world while she was wearing her sleeveless summer uniform and hadn't had a chance to update her wardrobe so to speak, which left her arms exposed. Seven didn't want to speak, lest she draw the attention of Cissnei before she was ready, but it seemed she had little choice. "...I don't have any story to share. Look elsewhere."
The way stories moved different people was always a surprise. For some, the tale of orphans had them reaching for their drinks and moving from the bar hoping to maintain the lighthearted buzz they had come to through mead and friends. Others though felt their heartstrings pulled for the two and moved closer to see if their hardships had ended in any light. Still others continued to listen for nothing other than to feel better about their own lives as two strangers bore their sadness so openly. The captain eyed them both before addressing Cissnei, "Aye, but there's more to that ain't there?" He laughed taking a long sip from his tankard. "I can tell when someone's not told me everything that needed be told. Wouldn't be halfa capt'n I am if I couldn't weasel a few facts outta people." A chorus of here here's echoed from around the bar as the captain raised his drink. "Lucky for ya's you ain't been tryin' steal from me, so I'll leave the plank walking outta it tonight!"
"And you's" the captain pointed across the bar to Denzel, "to lose yer folks so young is a tragedy. I be feelin for ya, but you grow from the achin'. Makes you grow in ways you might not have been ready for, but that's not for yous to decide. "Seems to be more about yer story than ya lettin on too. What's this nonsense about being protected from a meteor? Ain't them things way up in the sky? And this green light? Strange stuff ya otherwolders get into." The captain took a swig of his drink before pointing to Caius, "Aye, right mate. Caught on to that meself. And even better let's us know yous ain't from that world! So, my boy what's your story? What darin' swashbucklery brought you to the Bandersnatch? And what's that you got hiddin away in yer jacket?" The captain laughed heartily, "Not tryna steal away with some treasure ya didn't want us to see are ya?"
Still the captain's attention was caught once again by a stern sounding woman in the corner. He waved her statement off before hollering, "Aye! That's a load of malarkey. Ain't met one other worlder without some sort of story good or bad. You's got one, but if you want to stick to yer quietness though move on outta the way! There's more than enough people wantin' to try to regale me." Moving his finger between the four of them he continued his talk, "Aight then. Which one's of ya still think you got enough story left to impress the old cap'n?"
Cissnei lowered her hand. Her eyes were concentrated on Denzel as he spoke. Quietly she listened, mulling over each word he said. A slight frown came to her lips. It was always a sad moment when a child loses their family. However, for a moment, her vision was overcome with a white light, and she could vividly see the darkening of the blood red sky as the large rock began its descent upon a city of steel. But that was all. Just a flash. She shook her head to clear it. However, it was Caius’s voice that drew her out. She pondered his questions for a moment. “You have a keen eye. I feel this kid and I may be from the same planet, but our paths have not crossed. Or if it has, I do not recall. My memories are a bit fuzzy. But a meteor…I feel…that incident had happened, yes. Somewhere in the back of my mind.”
Her brows drew together as she leaned forward to take a closer look over the young person. “You are far too young to have regrets. There are some things that are out of our control that we wrongly blame ourselves for.” She paused for a moment, setting down her glass at the bar before standing and moving to kneel in front of Denzel. “Are you looking for Ruvie now? Do not give up on her. Once the storm stops, perhaps we can look together?”
“You are right, good sirs. There is more to my story. Forgive me for the brevity, for I am used to writing concise reports. I will try to do better next time.” She spoke to both Caius and the Captain. She gave a slight shrug and straightened up to see the crowd gathering around Denzel. “But for now, …I think I will hand the floor over to the kid. You have a name?” She asked Denzel, “It seems people are eager to hear your story from what little you’ve revealed.” She gave him a smile and move out of the way.
However, a voice surprised her. Was that Seven? She looked around the room, where she saw the lady trying to obviously hide herself. Cissnei made her way over to lady, quirking a brow. “You could not hide from me for long.” Cissnei teased her, before taking a seat on the edge of the table, seeing that the chairs around Seven were taken. “I must agree with the Captain. Everyone has a story. Why is it you look so nervous? Afraid of public speaking?”
While Denzel appreciated the notion of her telling him not to give up, there was nothing for him to do. What was there to give up when it was already gone?
The captain, too, had a point: when his parents died, he was forced to grow up in ways he had not asked. He certainly had not asked to be thrown out onto the streets, scavenging for food, and he remembered the times he was forced to learn things the hard way; that was how he ended up losing his friends, even though it was a remark made out of no malice at all.
"Ruvie's dead too," he explained, pursing his lips together at the memory of finding her body on the sofa, of burying her — it was still fresh in his mind, even though it had been a few years since then. He pondered for a moment before deciding to continue with his life story; it was the best he had to offer at the moment.
After all, it was not the first time he had told this story before. For his first time, the listener had been Ruvie's son. "Denzel," was all he offered. There was no point in hiding his name but he was still wary of revealing the names of those he knew. However, for the ones who were no longer here, it was safe to mention theirs.
"I was with friends," he began. "After Ruvie died, a man named Gaskin found me and some other kids. He helped me give Ruvie a proper burial. The green light is what we call the Lifestream. It protected the world but there was a price to pay: Geogstigma."
He could feel the angry black lines running across his forehead throb and he resisted the urge to twitch as the pain being emitted from it, although the trembling of hands said otherwise. "It's something that isn't contagious. It's just a matter of who drew the short end of the stick."
Denzel was one of those but he could only hope and pray that nobody asked him about it.
TAGGED // @blacksuit Caius Dragelion @seven NOTES // There you go. Sorry for the late reply.
The 'ol sea captain would point out that Caius looked like he was smuggling something. Knowing full well what was causing him to look like he had a barrel chest, Caius would only smirk in turn.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
They would all be encouraged to tell more. Caius would be encouraged to share his as well, but he would raise a glass and shoot a wry grin.
"Patience, my friend. Let them finish. I wouldn't dare steal their spotlight while it's still on them."
The second girl... Or was it a man? He wasn't sure. Either very barrel chested man or just... Hmm... It didn't make a difference to Caius what sort of parts someone had, but it would be nice to know how to address them. He had no name, no occupation, nothing to greet them or address them by. Just their decision to not bother to confide, something the Captain was trying to ensure was not the case.
The story continued then, as the first woman would first admit that she and the kid were likely from the same world. Then she asked the kid his name - Denzel he had answered. She also seemed to know the other girl. Interesting... They all knew one another and Caius was just a stranger. A traveler on the wind, on the outside... Looking in. That was how Caius had felt since he came here. Everyone he met appeared to know someone from their world around here... Someone who knew them, someone who remembered them. Someone they could rely on knowing they faced past experiences together.
Caius had no such thing. He had people... He had a partner he could trust. There were people from his world... But none that recognized him. None that even knew he had existed. None to give him that nostalgia, that feeling of belonging.
It was... Honestly kind of lonely.
Trying not to think about it too hard, he steeled himself for the next part of Denzel's story. He claimed he was with friends, and that this Ruvie had perished. Caius let out a sigh. It was unfair for a child to deal with this much death. It had been unfair for him, and it was even more unfair for Denzel to see it at what looked to be an age even younger than he had been.
"Geostigma" Caius would repeat at the last word. At least before he would stress it wasn't contagious, but Caius was still curious.
"Geogstigma. Could you tell us a bit more about it?"
The captain was enthralled and yet utterly confused at this point. He gave each of the an incredulous look at he took a drink from his cup. "Aye," he called the bartender, "bring me another or two! I'd not want to interrupt these stories with ordering." With his new drink swiftly brought to him, his attention returned to the small band that still remained about the table. Most had returned to their own tables realizing the captain was not about to entertain any more stories, and it seemed that way as he even ignored the girl who still hadn't spoken up. "Lifestream. Geostigma. All these words mean nothing to me. I'ma need more than just a concise version, lass. Details. Sound like things bigger than the boy, you'd know of them wouldn't you?" The captain gave the boy a sad smile a few teeth missing. "Aye, what a tragic short time you've had. What other horrors like on your shoulders?" Giving the blonde man a sterner look he continued, "And, aye we're all sharing here, boy. Mayhaps your tale brings lighter fare than these dark waves we now ride? Or perhaps things will remain as bleak as the storm outside. Either way, we've begun this voyage and we'll finish it together now." A long sip at his tankerd invited the others to begin again.
