HEARTFORGE - BARiTONES (Session 5)

[idolpro]

You are in the heart of a massive forge. In front of you are tools, and your objective is clear - to use them to channel the strength of your heart and create.

What are you creating? Who can say. Only you - and only you'll know if - and when, it's good enough. The stories before you are not yours right now, but you'll make them yours soon enough.

And you will survive.

Comments

ROUND 1

[idolpro]

STORY

[idolpro]

[ The townsfolk outside tell a story - they ask for salvation, to be protected from the coming storm. Only you and your compatriots can save them. An item of offense is what they need, and the story they tell reflects the refuge they seek - you need only fill in that which is left unspoken. ]

Once upon a time, there was a very {emotion1} man. He couldn't stand the idea that there were people out there who had {emotion2} and {memory/event1} in the world when he had nothing.

So he took up an weapon, and thinking of {memory/event2} he set out to take from others what he never had the chance to have.

But it wasn't worth it, in the end. Even though he got everything he wanted, and even {memory/event3}...

...In the end, he was still {emotion3}.

You may also share additional memories/events or emotions independent of the story to bolster your object.

TURN-IN

[idolpro]

(emotion1)

[586]

HANGRY.

Murdering Wednesday. i don't remember the entire thread but NSFW - blood/gore, probably.

{memory/event3}

[abovefate]

DELICIOUS DESSERTS

he will be using the work station to make CHOCOLATE as he shares the memory

[ The memory will show him at the conbini purchasing several ingredients, he very clearly has no idea what he's doing but he's still making an effort to make sure Everything Is Right. He's taking a bunch, some are relevant and some not so much, but through it all the prevalent emotion is some vague excitement mixed in with embarrassed and generally feeling foolish for this.

Once he's done with the shopping part, he's heading for Wild City and sending a message to Caeli, letting him know to expect him. He reveals to him that he's read about White Day, and he has decided to have him make chocolate for him.

Though he says it like it's something he thought of on a whim, the real emotions he feels are a little more apprehensive. Fortunately Caeli is receptive of the idea, and they end up walking to his cottage upgrade to take care of the cooking. Which is mostly done by Caeli himself, with Tsukiakari being more of an assistant.

They do end up arguing here and there throughout the process, mostly because of Tsukiakari's insistence that he's a "number two" at best, but eventually, they make up and once they put the chocolate in the fridge to cool, they decide to go ice skating. There are a lot of warm and fuzzy feelings at that ]

(memory/event1)

[temperedinpride]

NICE NAPS.

[Everyone will get an extremely soft memory of Cosmo cuddling Alexander in their shared room. Just soft warm memory of falling asleep together. There might be a lot of emotions like possessiveness and protectiveness in the background but it's all mostly just. Warm. Comfy. Zzzz.]

memory/event2

[586]

A TASTY LUNCH

[ the memory involves fandaniel stopping over to baritones for a suit. pentium offers to get him one in exchange for some of his fans, which he'd like to eat. the resulting encounter involves the both of them murdering the fans and then pentium eating them or getting fed them. ]

{emotion2}

[abovefate]

FULLNESS

[ For this memory, it's Tsukiakari when he was still just a wanderer in Inazuma, shortly after having met Katsuragi. The memory does feature him and his men, so anyone who has seen them in his ideal world will recognize them now.

They are talking and eating by the fire - the meal is simple, clearly consisting of whatever small rations they could put together and meat of animals they must have hunted, but the mood is nice, and Tsukiakari himself is happy and content. It isn't just the meal that makes him feel so full but the pleasant company as well. He clearly adores these people ]

{emotion 3}

[firstworldproblem]

Sleepy

[The memory is being at the twilight of life easily into 80s or more. Aged limbs and terrible back posture making movements stiff and joints ache. All around are the fruits of a life's accomplishments - heirs, an empire painstakingly crafted by hand who cheers for you, and prosperity beyond their wildest dreams.

Though none of it is inspiring in the least. All you can think about is your rest before you have to wake again to build a new empire. The true reprieve and rest after the job is truly finished that eludes you. An thus, you shut your eyes tight as if to will away the din.]

STORY AND WEAPON(S)

[temperedinpride]

[Together, they forge a pillow for offense, a snuggie to go to battle in, and chocolate snacks as... uh, battle enhancement items]

Once upon a time, there was a very hangry man. He couldn't stand the idea that there were people out there who had fullness and nice naps in the world when he had nothing.

So he took up a weapon, and thinking of a tasty lunch he set out to take from others what he never had the chance to have.

But it wasn't worth it, in the end. Even though he got everything he wanted, and even delicious desserts...

...In the end, he was still sleepy.

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

Re: DISCUSSION

[abovefate]

[ someone is already ANGRY AND DISTRESSED at the emotional bond ]

Let them all die.

Re: DISCUSSION

[temperedinpride]

My, what a dull story. Surely we can liven it up.

[He's mostly apathetic and a little amused.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[firstworldproblem]

They are always going to be entangled in conflict if an offensive weapon is their only solution.

Re: DISCUSSION

[586]

[ he is ambivalent to the entire thing. ] Didn't we just share a bunch of emotions and memories?

Re: DISCUSSION

[temperedinpride]

[While he's got three tsunderes trapped in a room with emotion share....!

He needs to entertain himself? There's no concealing his personal glee and devious feelings of mischief but there's also no concealing the heartfelt sincerity in his words. Focusing very much on his appreciation and affection for each person he addresses. Letting the full weight of his insane levels of protectiveness and possessiveness for baritones as a whole creep into his feelings. Hishishishis he'd shoot a bitch and bury them in concrete for each of these cute people, at minimum.]

My. While I have you here I hope you will all indulge an old man a little in sharing my appreciation.

Tsukiakari. Shall I start with you? We are not close but I do appreciate your candidness, when you can manage it. Your sharp wit and sharper tongue that defend a heart that beats warmly enough for those that earn your affection. I believe you do deserve all the pampering you should wish, and I hope you grow more and more comfortable in seeking it. Whether that be in bullying others or receiving gentle bullying.

But I'll leave it there. After all I do wish you to be comfortable with us, more than anything.

[Sincerely he'd like to bully a lot but Scaramouche's comfort is actually more important.

Pentium and Emet are freer game though.]

Pentium then. You are quite sweet. Caring so deeply about making sure we are taken care of, watching your own actions in worry for how they reflect on us. It is very thoughtful, and most appreciated. But more than that you are so very sincere with us, offering your emotions so freely. Being such a bright spot of sincerity in ways most of us are far too old and shady to contemplate.

You are a charming and delightful companion. A wonderful addition to this unit. I'm very grateful you are among us.

[He really is fond of Pentium. Wants him to be happy and to feel like he's part of this unit, belongs entirely]

As for Alexander... can words express my feelings for you? My beloved friend, how your subtle gentleness opens hearts amazes me still. I wonder if I should go on?

[Or are the insane levels of love and possessiveness enough to be embarrassing?]

ROUND 2

[idolpro]

STORY

[idolpro]

[ The townsfolk outside scream in terror - they are under attack! No matter how strong the item you made before was, it could never prevent the forces arrayed against this land from descending as a violent maelstrom...but all hope is not lost. With what you've made, they can fight. They need only one thing from you - an item of protection to guard against the weapon of hearts that has been brandished against them.

This time, they do not just tell you a story. They also tell you what you are facing. What you must overcome. What you must protect them - and yourself from. If your hearts are not strong enough...

...You will suffer. ]

Once upon a time, there was a brave warrior. Or maybe they were a leader, or weapon, or all of the above - it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they wanted to help people.

All they knew was that they had to fight against annihilation. That they had to steel their heart against selfishness, and throw themselves into the struggle.

It was for the sake of the others. It was for the sake of the others. It was for the sake of the others. That's all that matters. That's all that matters. That's all that matters.

That's how they lived. And how they died. For the sake of those who dragged them up onto the pedestal, and for the sake of those forced to hold that pedestal up. One night, those people made the ultimate sacrifice. And after that, vanished. And then it was over. Was it worth it?

This is Heartshield, a legendary ballista. It is forged from a heart of great bravery and love. It menaces with spikes of bone. It is engraved with images of selfish dying. It exudes a terrifying aura, haunted by a spirit of nothingness.

TURN-IN

[idolpro]

BRAVERY.

[586]

[ error and pentium are running from a number of armor clad gun totting guards in the halls of a lab. though capturing her is their objective they don't seem too concerned about hitting her with their bullets. as much as elliot wants her back he clearly doesn't care if she ends up damaged goods. this enrages pentium, so he digs his claws in and turns around, using his speed and his bulk to put an end to them. the fight goes on for some time, but it ends with everybody being thoroughly mauled and murdered. ]

[ brave! horse! boy! ]

{love}

[firstworldproblem]

[I do not have the threads on hand right now, but this is a two memory counter.

The first memory is the arrival of Levity to Imeeji bereft of his memories. There is no lack of love for one of his dearest friends, but instead of showing it, he hides it. He wants to help him be his own person, to protect him. To protect him from 'what', however, he never had an answer for.

The second memory is Levity and Alexander arguing after a game. Both disagreed strongly with how the other played. And both laid fault at the other's feet. But after a heated argument, they both agreed to understand each other. They did not have to support nor applaud the act, but spend the effort to understand what drove each other. A path forward, where it seemed blocked before.

In summary, the counter of love is understanding and communication.]

BONE.

[586]

[ pentium made elidibus this at baritones, because humans like eating gross vegetables and other things that aren't meat ( bone ). ]

[ THIS IS THE ONLY INSTANCE IN WHICH VEGETABLES > MEAT. ]

SELFISHNESS

[abovefate]

[ The memory will show him accepting the Fatui's proposal to join them. Though it is mostly a display of how much contempt he has for human and mortals, beneath the surface the emotions he feel are of apathy and boredom. He's lost his spark and interest in doing anything.

But the Fatui promise a life with more sights, more intriguing nonesense, and power he can use to obtain what he's been after all this time: a heart. So eventually...

"Since these mask-wearing people are so fun to be around..."
"I think I'll become one of them."

There's no noble reason beyond entertainment factor ]

Counter to (Nothingness)

[temperedinpride]

The desire to live and see loved ones. Survival. Hope/insanity.

[This is a brief memory/feeling and it starts extremely uncomfortable. Floating in what seems to be a purple void, feeling weak, and beyond raggedly tired. Long past madness in tiredness in fact.

But that is not the focus of the memory. For as easy as it would be to give up and disperse here, to cease, there is a srubbornness of will. A desperation, a fire, a drive that nothing save death can extinguush; live. Survive. Finish what you started. See again the beloved faces you can no longer fully remember. No matter what it takes get up. Get up. How dare anyone try to extinguish the fire that drives you. You will not tolerate it. You will succeed. No matter the odds you will not be stopped.

It's madness and determination and you pull yourself together even when your very soul feels seared and thin and spent. You will never stop. You will not vanish so conveniently.]

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]