[Yup. Stories passed on and through a filter from the imagination of two gremlin children. It's gonna get interesting.]
It's about a man who lived in a big, pretty castle. He had a lot of stuff but he wasn't really nice, so when a lady wanted to stay in his home and he didn't let her, she turned him into a monster. She gave him a rose and told him he needed to meet someone who loved him back before it fell apart to turn back. So that's why he's called Beast.
[There's some chalk lying around so Seto shuffles some blankets around to draw a monster and a lady with a rose between them. They're....well it should get the point across about the whole 'find love before the rose rots' bit. He points at the lady.]
He met Beauty later but things didn't go really good for awhile.
[The problem with this is that Seto's a good storyteller and she nearly forgets that she's supposed to be helping with this incredible tale. Right, assisting. She's ready. She can do that? He's told her this story before, but the pause between her moving away from Drifter's side to the chalk drawings probably makes it apparent she. Uh. Forgot.]
They weren't friends? And then they were friends and-
[IDK, here's an elf drawing. That's a good addition regardless of its true place in the story.]
Then this guy came by and they ate dinner together. Then they were happy.
[Yep, they’ve never heard this story before in their life. How wonderful that it’s being artistically rendered for them, right here and now. The Drifter looks on with mild interest up until Ren’s last pronouncement. That sounds like an ending to them, maybe.]
[A nicer ending than what they got, but nearly any ending would be.]
[Hey, it's a little abrupt, but they can agree that it is, indeed, a story. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. They were friends, and they were happy. What a nice ending.]
[That hardly needs any consideration. The Drifter shakes their head, no. No, they have not.]
But that's fine, she sorta knows this story? And she can make up her own ending, since the boy doesn't know the tale either.]
Three bears were hungry, so they ate porridge at a table. That's what a family does and-
[Something, something-a girl? Came in?]
Another person ate porridge too. Then the caterpillar came by to eat, because they were very hungry too. Then a drifter came by when they smelled the nice food.
[She doodles ALL OF THESE THINGS. The caterpillar (a snake??), Drifter, some bears (big cats). Horrible.]
They wanted to play in the sky, but no one knew how to fly, so they ate cotton candy and became clouds. That's how it works. [Pause] They lived happily ever after. That's what happened.
[It's a good thing the Drifter has no idea how the pacing of these sorts of elementary fairy tales are meant to play out, because the story kind of meanders and they're not sure what the central conflict is meant to be, or what the moral lesson one is meant to take away from it is, but by golly at least Ren is committed.]
[Yeah this story is all over the place. Not the first time it's happened - Seto's Grandpa had gone on a weird ramble mid-story once and it was probably the longest he heard the older man talk. Ren's story has easier to understand words at least. And it is neat in it's own way.
Unique is probably the word his Grandpa would use.]
Did they have more adventures after?
[Why yes he is encouraging more stories of the Drifter and bears and caterpillars. Hey, if Ren likes telling these kind of stories, Seto's going to encourage it.]
[Good stories come from the heart, you uncultured swines. Goldilocks is garbage, cotton candy Drifter is our new best friend. Eager to get into the riveting sequel, she nyooms into her next wild ride, acting like she's told it 10000 times before, despite how made up and Horrible it is.]
They became pirates and went to the moon on a bunch of pretty horses. Drifter said 'hello' to the ghost that lived there, the caterpillar ate all of the treasure and everyone came back to the island. [Maybe it's time for a trilogy]
Then there was a prophecy.
[S T O P H E R]
It said 'an angel will save you, if you pet many cats' so everyone did. They purred a lot.
[The Drifter, for their part, does nothing but watch and listen and nod approvingly as they sit there in their blanket burrito, aware of nothing being even remotely amiss. There is no plot, no story structure, and no characterization to speak of. But that's fine, as the Drifter is fully aware of who the characters are.]
what angel
[Please explain the nature of the "angel," Ren. They're so terribly ignorant and unaware.]
[Winged creatures that live in the sky. Their association with such things tends to be less kind than what Ren is implying. Not the mages of the northern mountains. Not the egg-breakers and zealots that would have cut the world apart.]
[Drifter, not everything that bears esoteric words about an arcane past and an equally abstract future is a god. Sometimes it's just a strange person, or a concept that has very little to actually do with anything at the moment.]
[Because now they're all hopeless off-topic, and the Drifter, wanderer that they are, is hardly the person to get them back onto it again.]
[Ya'll are damn fools for looking to Ren as a source information on this subject. She's spewing off nonsense and a part of her wants to cover them both up to solve this dilemma and ignore the fact she doesn't really know. Where are prophecy telling children when you need them?? Chara probably has the answer.
She slowly, slowly pulls a blanket up to cover Drifter's head, if they don't move, and says-]
I don't know. I think they just fly around like birds.
[The Drifter blinks. A blanket has ended up in front of their face and over their head, which does not prevent them from "speaking," as it were, in the slightest.]
the beings that create and preserve life the storyteller the white dog the black jackal
[Their words may be more ominous and suitably arcane if there were not a blanket on top of their head, but the Drifter makes no effort to remove it.]
[Are we sticking blankets over people's heads now? Well watch out Ren because Seto's going to gently dump a blanket on her head before reading what the Drifter says Gods are.
He has no idea what jackals are but he met a white dog here, who turned out to be a really nice dog. And the Storyteller...hum.]
[Thankfully she saw Drifter's words before being sentenced to this blanket prison and Seto's response isn't so confusing. Though she could've swore Drifter said white dog and she knows of one such puppy on this island. Her voice is muffled by her new outfit and she makes no attempt to remove it. This is kind of cozy and it's not like she has to worry about looking out for danger with both Seto and Drifter here, not to mention they're safe in this Glyph-y hideout.]
I don't think they all are. The Tokyo dogs were mean-they weren't gods.
[But a white dog. That bothers her. She knows the Storyteller and the black jackel from Drifter's memory and-
One hand shoots out from under the blanket, feeling around for some chalk, and when she manages to find a piece by touch alone, she starts to doodle something. It's terrible. She's not even peeking. Lines are crossing, the shapes make no sense-it's bad.]
Gods are nice and strong and say kind things to you. They don't know how to use bandaids, but they try to heal your heart. That's how you can tell.
[That does not clarify much, but to the Drifter - well, it had been obvious enough, what she was. An incredible, celestial being, perhaps not what they understood as a god in accordance to the jackal they recall from home, but the polar opposite. Where the jackal was sleek and jet-dark, the wolf is flowing and pure, snowy white.]
[Death and life. The diametric opposition was very simple, to them.]
[Unfortunately Seto's gone his whole life without the knowledge of gods. So the white wolf in question remained just that: a white wolf. Or rather, a white dog.
But she was the nicest dog he's ever met before, one that didn't try to hurt him. That alone was special to Seto.]
The one with the garden? She's really nice.
[She also got their stuff back from those scary people but....Seto isn't going to talk about that.]
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It's about a man who lived in a big, pretty castle. He had a lot of stuff but he wasn't really nice, so when a lady wanted to stay in his home and he didn't let her, she turned him into a monster. She gave him a rose and told him he needed to meet someone who loved him back before it fell apart to turn back. So that's why he's called Beast.
[There's some chalk lying around so Seto shuffles some blankets around to draw a monster and a lady with a rose between them. They're....well it should get the point across about the whole 'find love before the rose rots' bit. He points at the lady.]
He met Beauty later but things didn't go really good for awhile.
[They were two different people after all.]
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They weren't friends? And then they were friends and-
[IDK, here's an elf drawing. That's a good addition regardless of its true place in the story.]
Then this guy came by and they ate dinner together. Then they were happy.
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[A nicer ending than what they got, but nearly any ending would be.]
that is a nice story
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Yeah it is. I think my Grandpa really like it.
[Seto didn't know why, but it was the one the older man told him the most so he guessed that was his favorite.]
Does anyone else want to go?
[Seto has a lot of stories but he didn't want to hog all of their time. So anyone else want to step up for a bit?]
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Do you know the one about the three bears?
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[That hardly needs any consideration. The Drifter shakes their head, no. No, they have not.]
what is the story of the three bears
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Can you tell us Ren?
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But that's fine, she sorta knows this story? And she can make up her own ending, since the boy doesn't know the tale either.]
Three bears were hungry, so they ate porridge at a table. That's what a family does and-
[Something, something-a girl? Came in?]
Another person ate porridge too. Then the caterpillar came by to eat, because they were very hungry too. Then a drifter came by when they smelled the nice food.
[She doodles ALL OF THESE THINGS. The caterpillar (a snake??), Drifter, some bears (big cats). Horrible.]
They wanted to play in the sky, but no one knew how to fly, so they ate cotton candy and became clouds. That's how it works. [Pause] They lived happily ever after. That's what happened.
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[So the Drifter nods approvingly.]
did not know i was in this story
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Unique is probably the word his Grandpa would use.]
Did they have more adventures after?
[Why yes he is encouraging more stories of the Drifter and bears and caterpillars. Hey, if Ren likes telling these kind of stories, Seto's going to encourage it.]
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They became pirates and went to the moon on a bunch of pretty horses. Drifter said 'hello' to the ghost that lived there, the caterpillar ate all of the treasure and everyone came back to the island. [Maybe it's time for a trilogy]
Then there was a prophecy.
[S T O P H E R]
It said 'an angel will save you, if you pet many cats' so everyone did. They purred a lot.
[And-]
It was happily ever after again.
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what angel
[Please explain the nature of the "angel," Ren. They're so terribly ignorant and unaware.]
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[W-wrong book Seto. Also he's asking Ren too. Please define what an 'angel' is. He's got nothing.]
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Which means she's going to answer nothing and pass the buck. The heck is an angel? Who knows. Not her.]
Yes, they have chicken wings and come down from the sky. They live in the clouds. I think Kidwun knows a lot about them.
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are they good
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[So no need for chicken-winged people murder. It's good.]
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[But the real pressing question is-]
If they have chicken wings, do they lay eggs? Did the books say that?
[Drifter should pretend to sleep and escape this nightmare once and for all.]
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[Drifter, not everything that bears esoteric words about an arcane past and an equally abstract future is a god. Sometimes it's just a strange person, or a concept that has very little to actually do with anything at the moment.]
[Because now they're all hopeless off-topic, and the Drifter, wanderer that they are, is hardly the person to get them back onto it again.]
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Also speaking of learning...]
Gods?
[He doesn't know that word.]
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She slowly, slowly pulls a blanket up to cover Drifter's head, if they don't move, and says-]
I don't know. I think they just fly around like birds.
[Which brings her to the boy's question-]
The Storyteller is a 'god'-it's like that.
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the beings that create and preserve life
the storyteller
the white dog
the black jackal
[Their words may be more ominous and suitably arcane if there were not a blanket on top of their head, but the Drifter makes no effort to remove it.]
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He has no idea what jackals are but he met a white dog here, who turned out to be a really nice dog. And the Storyteller...hum.]
Rabbits are Gods? And dogs too?
[Yes that's what he's taking away from this.]
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I don't think they all are. The Tokyo dogs were mean-they weren't gods.
[But a white dog. That bothers her. She knows the Storyteller and the black jackel from Drifter's memory and-
One hand shoots out from under the blanket, feeling around for some chalk, and when she manages to find a piece by touch alone, she starts to doodle something. It's terrible. She's not even peeking. Lines are crossing, the shapes make no sense-it's bad.]
Gods are nice and strong and say kind things to you. They don't know how to use bandaids, but they try to heal your heart. That's how you can tell.
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[That does not clarify much, but to the Drifter - well, it had been obvious enough, what she was. An incredible, celestial being, perhaps not what they understood as a god in accordance to the jackal they recall from home, but the polar opposite. Where the jackal was sleek and jet-dark, the wolf is flowing and pure, snowy white.]
[Death and life. The diametric opposition was very simple, to them.]
have met her?
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But she was the nicest dog he's ever met before, one that didn't try to hurt him. That alone was special to Seto.]
The one with the garden? She's really nice.
[She also got their stuff back from those scary people but....Seto isn't going to talk about that.]
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