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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/2/2016 10:33:05 PM
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[b]The chest is locked. [/b]
"Of course I did. Here take this."
[b]She throws something toward you [/b]
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*Mortar catches it* Thanks, but I won't need it. *Mortar, with some effort, pulls the clasp off the chest*
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[b]The chest still doesn't budge, with the clasp immediately closing [/b] "Trust me. You'll need it."
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Fine... *Mortar puts the thing in an opening*
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[b]The chest pops open easily. It starts glowing and the moss falls off rapidly, making the chest seem new.[/b]
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Woah, what is happening? Nora?
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"Give it a second." [b]The house begins repairing itself and now it seems to be good as new The roof is back, the doors are back, the moss is gone [/b] "You see..." [b]She gets up and Walks over to you, taking the item and pocketing it. [/b] "..How should I explain? " [b]She sits back down [/b]
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*Mortar follows, sitting in a chair opposite to you* Well, start at the beginning
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"I'll just let the house do the talking." [b]As if on cue, two little girls run into the house laughing happily. [/b] "It will take a moment to understand."
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*Mortar was confused, then after a moment understood* Ohhh... Can I interact or is this like a Pensive?
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[b]Nora is silent as the children sit around you [/b] ???- [i]Is it story time Dada? [/i] ????- [u]I want a story! [/u] ??? [i][u]Now now children, Dada is busy.[/u][/i] [b]An older woman walks into the house.[/b]
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Woah, trippy. Is one of these girls you?
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[i]But of course Dada![/i] [u]Is he sick Grandmother?![/u] [i][u]Of course-[/u][/i] [b]The time seems to shift and it is now nighttime. The children are gone and the woman sits at a table, eating [/b] "Memories are a funny thing."
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*Mortar, catching on, decides to talk* Oh, um, yeah. How come you ask?
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[b]The woman looks up at you. [/b] "Dear are you alright? Valerie asked a question hours ago. You've been dozed out." [b]As you interact with the memory, Nora seems to disappear. Your clothes change and so does your appearance [/b]
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Oh, I think. I don't know, something seems off. Just a few minutes ago, I saw this place as a barren building, completely worn down. Then Nora came in, and... Nora. *Mortar wonders why exactly she is doing this to him* It's nothing, I'm fine
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"Nora? Nora is asleep darling."
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Oh, um, okay. Well, it's not exactly okay. A few minutes ago, I was Mortar. Ex God, the best demon of 2016, and now, I have no idea where or who I am... like some weird acid trip. I swear to god, did Nora drug me or something? *He looks at the woman* I guess that didn't make any sense, did it?
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"Mortar? Why do you speak of that ghastly being? Especially in the year 1265..."
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Wait, you've heard of Mortar? I only changed it in high school, around 2003... I apologize, what year is it? *Mortar was confused as hell, what the hell did Nora do?*
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"The year is 1274 dear. What do you mean you changed it? The ghastly being known as Mortar has been around for the past decade. He runs the bandits..."
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Wait, what the hell? *Mortar sighs* I know this seems weird, but can you describe this Mortar? Just asking.
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"Of course I can! He is short, very short. Like a dwarf almost! Actually he might be a dwarf..."
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Oh, okay... I have strange mixed emotions about this... on the one hand, I am not this Mortar, but another, who in this time zone is called Gore. But on the other hand, this "Mortar" is disgracing my name. *Mortar checks his shoulder, his symbol is still on his shoulder. This was relieving, any form he took, it would be there, and that could show this woman he wasn't crazy*
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[b]The woman seems utterly confused. When suddenly, the world seems to fade away. Now you stand outside a castle, holding a sword. There are hundreds of people standing behind you [/b] ?- SPEECH!
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Speech? Oh, um... *He looks around, a war seems to starting, he assumed* Words cannot mark this momentous occasion, so let's go in and kill shit!
