"Humans are quite pitiful creatures, I think."
Where am I? Who am I?
It doesn't matter. As...
Where am I? Who am I?
It doesn't matter. As...
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first//the void
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Humans are quite pitiful creatures, I think."
Where am I? Who am I?
It doesn't matter. As my body floats in this endless void, I find myself unable to say even a single word. I open my mouth and try to shout.
Yet, no sound comes out. It is a common knowledge that nothing can be heard in a complete vacuum, but the place I found myself in seems different.
"Why? The reason is simple. Because of how hopelessly lonely all of you are. The words you use, the way you communicate itself, are imperfect. Rather than letting you understand each other's feelings, humans perceive only the "meaning" of the word."
No, this is wrong. This place is not a void. In fact, it's the opposite. A space filled to the brim, a place where no redundancies exist.
I am choking on something. It enters my throat and my nostrils. I can't breathe.
However, despite this all, I feel strangely calm.
"The "meaning" people put behind those words, on the other hand, remains unknown and will remain unknown until the day you die. Since every human is unique, none of them can think and act the same way in every possible situation, which makes real understanding impossible."
I am scared. Not of my death, but of opening my eyes.
"But humans are species are similar enough to recognize themselves as "existences not unlike my own," right? You all are the same, but you are not. You understand the words spoken, but do not understand each other. You close your own eyes with this fake understanding."
This voice. Where does it come from?
It sounds familiar. As if I heard it somewhere before. Just an instinct.
But now, when I have no more memories, my instinct is the sole thing I can claim to be my own.
So… this voice? A sweet, motherly voice.
A voice that makes you feel calm.
A voice full of love and compassion.
A voice that makes you feel protected and cherished.
"That's not what makes you pitiful, though. It's a wasted opportunity I see in you. Despite the potential, you remain blissfully unaware of your own ignorance. Say, child…"
The voice… It calls me. There's no one else here but me.
"… Do you wish to accept my gifts?"
[] Yes.
[] No.
Where am I? Who am I?
It doesn't matter. As my body floats in this endless void, I find myself unable to say even a single word. I open my mouth and try to shout.
Yet, no sound comes out. It is a common knowledge that nothing can be heard in a complete vacuum, but the place I found myself in seems different.
"Why? The reason is simple. Because of how hopelessly lonely all of you are. The words you use, the way you communicate itself, are imperfect. Rather than letting you understand each other's feelings, humans perceive only the "meaning" of the word."
No, this is wrong. This place is not a void. In fact, it's the opposite. A space filled to the brim, a place where no redundancies exist.
I am choking on something. It enters my throat and my nostrils. I can't breathe.
However, despite this all, I feel strangely calm.
"The "meaning" people put behind those words, on the other hand, remains unknown and will remain unknown until the day you die. Since every human is unique, none of them can think and act the same way in every possible situation, which makes real understanding impossible."
I am scared. Not of my death, but of opening my eyes.
"But humans are species are similar enough to recognize themselves as "existences not unlike my own," right? You all are the same, but you are not. You understand the words spoken, but do not understand each other. You close your own eyes with this fake understanding."
This voice. Where does it come from?
It sounds familiar. As if I heard it somewhere before. Just an instinct.
But now, when I have no more memories, my instinct is the sole thing I can claim to be my own.
So… this voice? A sweet, motherly voice.
A voice that makes you feel calm.
A voice full of love and compassion.
A voice that makes you feel protected and cherished.
"That's not what makes you pitiful, though. It's a wasted opportunity I see in you. Despite the potential, you remain blissfully unaware of your own ignorance. Say, child…"
The voice… It calls me. There's no one else here but me.
"… Do you wish to accept my gifts?"
[] Yes.
[] No.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
[X] Yes.
Because why not.
Because why not.
- Location
- US
[X] Yes.
The voice is motherly and full of love and compassion and all that so I don't really see why we wouldn't.
The voice is motherly and full of love and compassion and all that so I don't really see why we wouldn't.
[X] No.
I'm curious as to what would happen if we don't go with the first option handed us.
I'm curious as to what would happen if we don't go with the first option handed us.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
Why not?
[X] Yes.
- Location
- italy bologna
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I envisioned this quest as a standalone journey inspired directly by the Persona series. As such, it doesn't have any connection to the larger setting. Anything further than that would be a spoiler, though.
It's mostly a story about relationship between fellow humans.
first//the room
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Yes."
I want to speak, but no words come out. If I don't speak, this person won't understand me. That seems obvious enough. Therefore, it's merely an exercise in futility.
Is this how my life will end? Strangely, what I feel is not sadness, and even the fear I felt a moment before faded away. No, the only thing I experience now is that strange itch at the back of my mind.
I realize the name of this emotion – curiosity. I am curious.
About what? Everything. Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Whose voice is that? What were they talking about? So many questions, gnawing at my mind. And, once I understand that my life will end without receiving a single answer, another feeling emerges – sadness.
Finally, before I die, I must do something else. It is something that I must absolutely do right now or never.
I open my eyes…
And find myself resting against a bar counter of all things.
"Dear visitor, welcome," a woman greets me.
A rare beauty smiles at me, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. Her raven hair and a black pants suit stand in stark contrast to the rest of the room. It appears… sterile.
There are white walls and ceiling. The rest of the furniture is white as well. Even rows of battles behind the mysterious woman appear to have some sort of white-colored liquid inside.
How peculiar.
"My name is Mary. Although inexperienced, I am to be your companion on this adventure."
I nod, unsure what to say. I'm still confused.
"This place… I suppose it's still a work-in-progress," Mary sighs and puts a slip of paper on the counter.
Where did it come from?
"Now, before we start, you're to sign this contract. Do not worry: it is only a formality," she bows a little. "Please, take your time."
I take a peek.
- Name:
[] Write-in.
- Gender:
[] Male.
[] Female.
I want to speak, but no words come out. If I don't speak, this person won't understand me. That seems obvious enough. Therefore, it's merely an exercise in futility.
Is this how my life will end? Strangely, what I feel is not sadness, and even the fear I felt a moment before faded away. No, the only thing I experience now is that strange itch at the back of my mind.
I realize the name of this emotion – curiosity. I am curious.
About what? Everything. Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Whose voice is that? What were they talking about? So many questions, gnawing at my mind. And, once I understand that my life will end without receiving a single answer, another feeling emerges – sadness.
Finally, before I die, I must do something else. It is something that I must absolutely do right now or never.
I open my eyes…
And find myself resting against a bar counter of all things.
"Dear visitor, welcome," a woman greets me.
A rare beauty smiles at me, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. Her raven hair and a black pants suit stand in stark contrast to the rest of the room. It appears… sterile.
There are white walls and ceiling. The rest of the furniture is white as well. Even rows of battles behind the mysterious woman appear to have some sort of white-colored liquid inside.
How peculiar.
"My name is Mary. Although inexperienced, I am to be your companion on this adventure."
I nod, unsure what to say. I'm still confused.
"This place… I suppose it's still a work-in-progress," Mary sighs and puts a slip of paper on the counter.
Where did it come from?
"Now, before we start, you're to sign this contract. Do not worry: it is only a formality," she bows a little. "Please, take your time."
I take a peek.
- Name:
[] Write-in.
- Gender:
[] Male.
[] Female.
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Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
[] Name: Hakuno Sakura
[] Gender: Female
[] Gender: Female
- Location
- Switzerland
This sounds really intriguing so far, Taro!
[x] Saiki Aemi
[x] Female.
[x] Saiki Aemi
[x] Female.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Joseph Narzar
[X] Male.
Since someone mentioned Noah I thought why not
[X] Male.
Since someone mentioned Noah I thought why not
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Just to make sure. Both of those names follow the "first-last name" order, right?
- Location
- Switzerland
Ah, it's
Aemi - First name
Saiki - Last name
I figured I'd put it in the japanese "last name comes first" order.
Honestly, I think it'd probably work out either way though.
[x] Saiki Aemi
[x] Female.
[x] Female.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
first//eyes open
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"All done."
It takes an instant for the contract paper to vanish without a trace. I suddenly find that my hand that was holding an ornate pen a few seconds ago completely empty. It's like I never signed anything in the first place. The only evidence here are my own memories.
"Mistress expects great things from you," Mary smiles at me. "For now, you should sleep."
As she finishes speaking those words, I feel a wave of drowsiness assault my mind. My eyelids are incredibly heavy. The bar counter looks more comfortable with every moment. It won't hurt to lie down and relax for a bit.
"Or… should I better tell you to wake up from your slumber?"
Music. I can hear music. An old song I heard somewhere before. Where does it come from?
"Awake yet?"
I open my eyes and look around. I'm inside a car, sitting on the passenger seat. An old man is driving the car, keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel. He speaks while keeping his gaze firmly glued to the road. With his gray beard and intense eyes, he looks intimidating. But I do recognize him for some reasons.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Then, it hits me: I know this man. And I know this car. The song, too. I know them all because I saw them all in the past.
This is my grandfather's car. There's no mistaking those mysterious sounds the engine makes. No mechanic ever managed to find what the problem was since the day he bought it. They often scared me as a kid when I was sitting inside. It made me think the car would explode.
"Are you sick? Your face looks pale."
The old man is my grandfather from my mother's side, Rintaro Aomori. He is a prosecutor in Kyoto. I haven't seen him ever since our family moved to Tokyo a while ago. He didn't change at all in those years: only his wrinkles became a bit deeper.
After my parents were forced to work overseas, they contacted him to keep an eye on me. For the duration of my stay in high school, I'll be living under his roof. However, I can't say our relationships were that good.
I haven't seen him smile even once in my life.
[] I'm okay.
[] No, let's stop.
It takes an instant for the contract paper to vanish without a trace. I suddenly find that my hand that was holding an ornate pen a few seconds ago completely empty. It's like I never signed anything in the first place. The only evidence here are my own memories.
"Mistress expects great things from you," Mary smiles at me. "For now, you should sleep."
As she finishes speaking those words, I feel a wave of drowsiness assault my mind. My eyelids are incredibly heavy. The bar counter looks more comfortable with every moment. It won't hurt to lie down and relax for a bit.
"Or… should I better tell you to wake up from your slumber?"
Music. I can hear music. An old song I heard somewhere before. Where does it come from?
"Awake yet?"
I open my eyes and look around. I'm inside a car, sitting on the passenger seat. An old man is driving the car, keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel. He speaks while keeping his gaze firmly glued to the road. With his gray beard and intense eyes, he looks intimidating. But I do recognize him for some reasons.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Then, it hits me: I know this man. And I know this car. The song, too. I know them all because I saw them all in the past.
This is my grandfather's car. There's no mistaking those mysterious sounds the engine makes. No mechanic ever managed to find what the problem was since the day he bought it. They often scared me as a kid when I was sitting inside. It made me think the car would explode.
"Are you sick? Your face looks pale."
The old man is my grandfather from my mother's side, Rintaro Aomori. He is a prosecutor in Kyoto. I haven't seen him ever since our family moved to Tokyo a while ago. He didn't change at all in those years: only his wrinkles became a bit deeper.
After my parents were forced to work overseas, they contacted him to keep an eye on me. For the duration of my stay in high school, I'll be living under his roof. However, I can't say our relationships were that good.
I haven't seen him smile even once in my life.
[] I'm okay.
[] No, let's stop.
- Location
- United States
[X] I'm okay.