IC INBOX: STORYTELLER

[story_teller]

   IC INBOX: THE STORYTELLER

The Storyteller's temple on the central island of Ensō is, unsurprisingly, where your local deity can most often be found. Those seeking to strike up a conversation or pursue the Storyteller for answers are not guaranteed an immediate answer, but they can certainly try. If one waits for long enough after posing a question, their expectation for a response from the deity in question may very well prompt them to happen along...eventually.

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[piercetheheart]

Damn that must've been weird... hibernating, kind of? And then just... suddenly strangers on your island. Talk about rude awakenings.

[Like strangers just waltzing into your house telling you to get the fuck up.

Which has him looking back to the walls of the temple again.]

You ever miss 'em? The people that built this for you?

[story_teller]

[The Storyteller sighs. It ripples overhead, like a breeze rustling leaves in the trees. Like a creature with far larger lungs than some simple canine on the Temple floor. The dog's eyes close.]

I miss everyone.

[piercetheheart]

[He blinks over at them, shivers at the subtle breeze that comes with that sigh and wonders how deep that pain must go for it to echo so deeply in the surroundings. Gladio nods slightly, unsure what to say, and eventually he just scoots over to put an arm around the dog seated beside him, tugging them in close for a snuggle.]

I'm sorry...

[story_teller]

Do not be.

[Perhaps this is why they could press past Bliss's destruction, their immolation of self and their desolation of the island of Ziziphus, despite the blow of losing a fellow god.]

[Grief is an old friend. It chases them like a shadow.]

When one grows to be as old as I, one learns to adjust to grief.

[piercetheheart]

Tory...

[Soft and sad and a little bit exasperated. Saying they're used to it is being evasive.]

Learning to deal with it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

[story_teller]

Of course it hurts. But it is better that it hurts, wouldn't you say? Imagine if I were to say that it did not.

[You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. It takes a little more than that to lay a god low, well and truly, but they would prefer this to the emptiness of a complete disregard for grief and all it represents.]

[piercetheheart]

Well... yeah okay that'd be a little unnerving.

[Reminds him a bit too much of gods from back home.]

Still sucks though. [And then he seems to remember that he has liquor with him and that this is the perfect time for it. He snatches the bottle out of the basket, pours a little into an empty coconut shell for them and settles it on the floor in front of them.]

C'mon. A toast. To all those we've lost. [He hesitates a moment, thinking not of Noctis but of Cor. Of Dino and Monica and Jared and Dustin. Too many lives lost as he taps the bottle against Tory's bowl before taking a long swig.]

[story_teller]

To all those we've lost, [the Storyteller agrees, solemnly. It seems appropriate to partake in this odd little ritual by drinking at the bowl, even if it is largely unnecessary for one such as they. But it is still symbolic in a very central sense, and they can appreciate the importance of symbolism.]

May they and we one day meet again.

[piercetheheart]

[Ignis is right about one thing, Muffet's blackberry whiskey is delicious.

It also burns like hell. He clears his throat, blinks over at them to see how this dog handles it.]

That's... really poetic. I like that.

Also this shit is strong.

[story_teller]

I've been told I have a way with words.

[And look at that, Gladio: you've gotten a joke out of them. Savor that, truly.]

Do be careful. I've had to deal with quite a few instances of someone or another passing out in here, and sleeping on stone floors is never very comfortable when you've drunk yourself into a stupor.

[piercetheheart]

[....

did they just....

...................

And Gladio busts out laughing, hard enough to almost make him cry. He's still laughing a little when he takes another swig from that bottle before he re-corks it and sets it back in the basket.]

Whew, no shit. Just a couple swigs is good enough for me, thanks.

can you get drunk?

[story_teller]

Not with simple human liquor. Or...monster liquor, in this case.

[Their amusement lingers closer to smug, but it's earnest.]

It would more have to do with the...caliber of tale with which I am supplied.

[piercetheheart]

Oh-ho~

[Gladio grins at that, wicked and mischievous.]

Like... what kind of story? I might have a couple good ones for you.

[story_teller]

Of any sort, really. Camaraderie or adventure...those sorts of tales always lift my spirits, with all their valleys and peaks.

[Their tone is almost...wistful.]

Not the sorts of stories that happen here.

[piercetheheart]

I mean... they're not from here and now but I can still tell you about some pretty awesome stuff I've gotten up to.

[He's a little wistful and nostalgic himself.]

It's nice, remembering when things were better sometimes. Though I mean stuff here is, for all the weirdness, not half bad, really.

[story_teller]

I think you may be in the minority there.

...but if you do not mind sharing your stories, I do not mind hearing them. They are always a welcome departure from the grimness of reality, don't you think?

mind if we fade out here?

[piercetheheart]

I know I am but... things had gotten pretty bad back home.

Definitely.

Oh man some of the shenanigans my little sister has gotten up to...

sure thing!

[story_teller]

Oh, I would be delighted to hear it.

[And they sound like they mean it. They're happy to hear stories of all kinds, and some of the kinder sorts are most welcome.]