[--------- Dream: The Doomed Fragility of Sora Jingu Memory: The Fateful Encounter of Yugo Jingu (YOU ARE HERE, only this memory will happen, yup) Memory: The Contradictory Existence of Sora Jingu Memory: The Necessary Hypocrisy of Sora Jingu Memory: The Loving Cruelty of Sora Jingu Memory: The Endless Sorrow of Sora Jingu Memory: The Unhinged Madness of Sora Jingu ---------
When the memory starts, it seems clear this is from the eyes of Sora. What other explanation is there? THe setting is...ominous. Brown cobblestone forms the ground. A red atmosphere fills the sky -- but this is no outside, this is an eldritch location. Floating objects and pieces of walls litter the air, and there seems to be no end to this place.
And in front of Sora, an unknown man. Young, he seems to be almost on his thirties. Sora, though...odd thing, from the way the perspective works, it'd seem she's...levitating. The man stares right at her. There's a profound grief in his eyes, painful to see.
When Yugo finishes his speech...the entity he's talking to nods.
"Sure. I suppose I can do it, until you find a more permanent solution."
After a flash of darkness, the perspective has changed. It seems...the entity is now standing on the floor, at the right height for the Sora Jingu everyone knows.
[the way i was searching my notifs after dreamwidth died today and REALIZED I LOST THIS STARTER sorry nick... wheezes.
gregor's left reeling for a second, from the strangeness of that setting-- but he's used to strangeness. to things called distortions, even. as for what seems to be going on here, though...
that part he's a lot less used to. what was that.]
[Sora hears Gregor calling her name. She had watched the memory, with a complicated expression on her face. Once it ended and Gregor said something, she shakes her head, dispelling her thoughts]
Ah. So this is how this week will be.
[No rebuttal, no hurry to try to deny what just happened. This is as good as a confession, acceptance of what Gregor just saw.
Indeed. Sora Jingu was a woman who once existed, and who died at some point...and Yugo, the husband about who the entity Gregor is with right now had talked so warmly and sincerely, tried to get his wife back, and had to settle with...a twisted shadow of what Sora once was. This Daemon may be able to be just like the real Sora used to be, she may carry the same duties the real Sora did, she may have been as devoted to the protection of the world as the real Sora was.
But isn't, and will never be, the real Sora Jingu. In the end, this is...a creature who, by simply being there among humans, brings the very same distortions she fights]
He did. It's quite rare for me to meet a human -- and among those very few, he's the only one I have...worked with for a long time.
[The powers she bestows are too powerful and everyone dies from their own actions, except Yugo Jingu. Probably because instead of using them himself, he gets the Daemon to use them]
Try not to judge him too harsh, won't you? I do am quite fond of him. Very fond.
[Excessively so. Her inexperience with humans and Yugo's sincere affections got her to get into the lie way too well after some time, seeing herself as Sora Jingu and clinging to that identity. This name and appearance will only be taken away from her over her dead body, she has decided]
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Week 3 -- Tuesday
Dream: The Doomed Fragility of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Fateful Encounter of Yugo Jingu (YOU ARE HERE, only this memory will happen, yup)
Memory: The Contradictory Existence of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Necessary Hypocrisy of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Loving Cruelty of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Endless Sorrow of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Unhinged Madness of Sora Jingu
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When the memory starts, it seems clear this is from the eyes of Sora. What other explanation is there? THe setting is...ominous. Brown cobblestone forms the ground. A red atmosphere fills the sky -- but this is no outside, this is an eldritch location. Floating objects and pieces of walls litter the air, and there seems to be no end to this place.
And in front of Sora, an unknown man. Young, he seems to be almost on his thirties. Sora, though...odd thing, from the way the perspective works, it'd seem she's...levitating. The man stares right at her. There's a profound grief in his eyes, painful to see.
And when he begins talking...a truth becomes clearer. Whatever this woman in the CSS Eudora is, it isn't actually Sora Jingu.
When Yugo finishes his speech...the entity he's talking to nods.
"Sure. I suppose I can do it, until you find a more permanent solution."
After a flash of darkness, the perspective has changed. It seems...the entity is now standing on the floor, at the right height for the Sora Jingu everyone knows.
That's when the memory ends]
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gregor's left reeling for a second, from the strangeness of that setting-- but he's used to strangeness. to things called distortions, even. as for what seems to be going on here, though...
that part he's a lot less used to. what was that.]
...miss Sora-?
[a little hesitant. is she?]
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Ah. So this is how this week will be.
[No rebuttal, no hurry to try to deny what just happened. This is as good as a confession, acceptance of what Gregor just saw.
Indeed. Sora Jingu was a woman who once existed, and who died at some point...and Yugo, the husband about who the entity Gregor is with right now had talked so warmly and sincerely, tried to get his wife back, and had to settle with...a twisted shadow of what Sora once was. This Daemon may be able to be just like the real Sora used to be, she may carry the same duties the real Sora did, she may have been as devoted to the protection of the world as the real Sora was.
But isn't, and will never be, the real Sora Jingu. In the end, this is...a creature who, by simply being there among humans, brings the very same distortions she fights]
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[he shakes his head, at that, still making sense of it all. so she's-- not human, from the looks of it, and though that's not necessarily bad...
that was an awfully creepy place to be, wasn't it.]
Guess he must've missed her pretty badly, right?
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[The powers she bestows are too powerful and everyone dies from their own actions, except Yugo Jingu. Probably because instead of using them himself, he gets the Daemon to use them]
Try not to judge him too harsh, won't you? I do am quite fond of him. Very fond.
[Excessively so. Her inexperience with humans and Yugo's sincere affections got her to get into the lie way too well after some time, seeing herself as Sora Jingu and clinging to that identity. This name and appearance will only be taken away from her over her dead body, she has decided]
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[grief, attachment-- they're powerful driving forces, for people with that kind of will.]
So-- what exactly did you do for him? Just replace her, or... were you helping him out with the stuff he was talking about?