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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[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.]