Session Start: Thu Jun 28 16:55:31 2012
Session Ident: #CollectiveControversy
03[16:55] * Now talking in #CollectiveControversy
03[16:55] * zoofman is now known as Tentra
[16:55] <@Beardykins> lemme fibish something then we can start
01[16:56] <Tentra> k
[16:57] <@Beardykins> Alrighty, teeth are nice and minty now.
[16:57] <@Beardykins> What day did you want to do the visit? Or is it the night after the Contest?
01[16:58] <Tentra> That sounds good, yeah.
[17:01] <@Beardykins> As your unown gate shimmers closed and reforms into its wordshape two collectiv guards bar your path. It is hard for you to tell their features as their robes cover much of their bodies, their twisting unown spears are crossed barring your path. Their Auras are almost identical, as is their spears. All the same muted purple.
[17:02] <@Beardykins> You can feel odd little pinpricks behind your eyes, but even they feel as if from far way. The Guards say nothing but advance a single step, in unison.
01[17:05] <Tentra> (sorry bah got a phone call wrapping it up)
01[17:06] <Tentra> Tentra puts up her hands "Uhm...we are not sure what this is about.  This one is Tentra O'Doyle of the Collective.  I am a wandering scribe, just returning to speak with another."
[17:11] <@Beardykins> The pinpricks intensify, brining a twinge of phantom pain. They advance another step before the a face you recognise squeezes past, it is the Head Chronicler. He stares at the guards for a moment and they return to their posts. "Sorry about that, a bit on edge. I almost didn't know you were you. What brings you back here?"
[17:13] <@Beardykins> He stares at you a moment, the odd feeling  of pinpricks returns, not painful, but very muted.
01[17:14] <Tentra> "Oh. I...had forgotten for the moment I do not appear as I was before," she rubs her eyes.  "Many...things have happened in the past few weeks.  And of late something rather alarming.  Could we speak in private?"
[17:17] <@Beardykins> He gives you a curt nod and turns around walking up a stairwell. The geography of the Compound has never maid sense to you but it seems the whole places is swirling and shifting as you climb. You catch glimpses of other members, all with the same colored aura. The compound itself almost seems to glow with an aura. It is only as you climb up that you realize that the only one that
[17:17] <@Beardykins> seems to lack one is the man climbing infront of you.
[17:18] <@Beardykins> "It seems your assignment has you coming into contact with more pirmal sources and elements. Interesting. From what you have written so far it almost seems as if there are two wars brewing. But this can wait, we can speak in my study and not be over heard."
[17:19] <@Beardykins> Eventually he stops, rather suddenly, and opens a door for you to enter. It is dimly lit, and you cannot quite make out the interior.
06[17:23] * Tentra steps in, sighing as she rubs her eyes some more. "It is as you say, things are quite dire at the moment. And...the reason it seems I have changed is I offered my services to one of the region's patrons, The Pooka. So far the biggest change outside of this has been the gift of aura sight. It...paints this place in a different color, to say the least," she frowns as she finds a seat. "But that is not why I am here."
[17:25] <@Beardykins> The room reminds you of an old bar, with stools and a counter. Behind the counter are endless bottles with faded lables most half empty. He steps behind the counter, and waves Tentra on to continue as he pulls down several bottles and two glasses. For a brief moment his aura sparks to life as he reaches for something on the top shelf, out of his noral reach. It's color is a swirl
[17:25] <@Beardykins> of the muted purple and bright intense orange.
01[17:27] <Tentra> She takes a seat at the bar then.  "Our travels have led us to my hometown, Sandport City.  And the other night I ran into my parents."
[17:29] <@Beardykins> He nods pouring himself a rather full drink, and for Tentra a smaller snifter with ice, only half full of an amber liquid. "This is for sipping, not gulping. Go on."
01[17:32] <Tentra> She slowly takes a sip before continuing.  "To be honest I was frightened to return here after what I saw.  They...did not recognize me, and claimed to not have a daughter.  And then I found that one of our kind has inscribed upon them, to tamper with their memories."
[17:33] <@Beardykins> He nods. "Memory changing is within our ability. I assume you came here to find out, why?"
01[17:34] <Tentra> She nods.  "That and...how do I undo it."
[17:37] <@Beardykins> He takes a gulp of his own drink. "What we can do, before we are trained, is uncontrolled. In the days before one of our number would walk to a town or village and be able to take all those with the gift with us. The parents knew it was best for the child and everyone around them. Today though? Have you ever tried to take a fourteen year old, or a six year old, or hell, even a
[17:37] <@Beardykins> six month old away from their parents?"
[17:40] <@Beardykins> "In your case we had to use other methods. Your parents didn't understand what you were doing, or what you were capable of. Neither did you." he takes another gulp of his drink.
01[17:42] <Tentra> She stares down into her drink. "But...I recall wanting  to come here.  Is that false too?  Just where did this all..." she shakes her head and takes another sip, letting the older man continue.
[17:49] <@Beardykins> "Like calls to like. I have never tampered with your memories Scribe. But your parents were not about to let their only child go off and live with some sort of cult for the rest of her life, no matter how benificial it would be for all parties." Another gulp, and he stares at the bottom of his glass. "Do you know what the aim is for us? The Collective?"
01[17:51] <Tentra> "To record the events of our homeland to the best of our abilities..?"
[17:59] <@Beardykins> He nods. "Half right. Mostly right. We exist to collect knowledge. In all of its forms." In our travels we are forced to learn and know things we are never meant to. And often times want to know. Your parents have lived the last almost decade, to them their whole lives without a child. Some of these memories are false, twisted and changed. But. What of the true memories they have
[17:59] <@Beardykins> made? Do you think they would be able to cope with you forcing the truth back into them? And even if they are able. Are you sure this is what you want for them? Or even what they want."
06[18:02] * Tentra bites her lip, not having an immediate response to this.
[18:04] <@Beardykins> He peels back his sleeve to show his left arm. You can see it only partially. It looks like a normal human arm, but also the strange unownscript scrawls across the skin akin to VSEVOLOD. Looking deeper still you can see it is actually some sort of unown. "Every morning I wake up kid. I remember the day I learned one of my own horrible truths. And I ask myself the same damn
[18:04] <@Beardykins> question."
01[18:09] <Tentra> "So I am expected to simply...accept this?  To leave them be and...tell myself it's better this way?" She shakes as she takes another sip.  "And the Matriarch knew this would happen when I was sent back out..."
[18:10] <@Beardykins> He shakes his head. "No. As much as some would say we own you, your life is yours to do with as you please. C'mon, not gonna ask the old man what question he asks?"
01[18:11] <Tentra> She looks back up.  "Well...what is it you ask, then?"
[18:12] <@Beardykins> "Was it worth it."
01[18:14] <Tentra> A long sip and then a deep breath. "Then...how do I remove it from a person?  I have only done it to objects.  A sword, a shield."
[18:20] <@Beardykins> "As those were your own it was simple. This will be. More difficult to say the least. You can either try to force the unowns out, or trigger their memories to return normaly. Or. Hm. No, it'd work but be dangerous. You could try to rewrite the unowns. In any case the fallout and clash of the real memories and the fake is going to cause a huge rift that needs to be filled. If not
[18:20] <@Beardykins> done well you make break their mental stablity."
01[18:24] <Tentra> She sighs, and looks to the cieling.  "Do you believe attempting this in a dreamstate rather than directly removing the unowns would...ease the transition?"
[18:27] <@Beardykins> He nods. "It would be, things are much easier to change and shift in the Dreamworld. Though the unowns may try to defend their purpose. Hm. No. That would be the easiest way. Remove the unowns and gently reaquaint them to their past memories and ease them into the present situation."
01[18:30] <Tentra> She finishes off the drink.  "Then I just may be able to manage it.  My patron and one of my allies has much domain over such matters"
01[18:33] <Tentra> "It is...dificult to digest.  On one hand the Collective gave me everything I have now, yet the more time I spend away the less and less it feels right.  Even now I can't hate for resulting to such a painful process but...I can't accept this as it is."
[18:37] <@Beardykins> "I can't fault you for doing what you were ment to do kid. You were raised here to learn. And so you are. Keep writing and all of us here will keep reading. Maybe you'll do some good. Change up the old assholes a bit."
01[18:39] <Tentra> She nods.  "One thing though.  Those guards.  Is it simply because The Pooka changed me, and I do not look as I was, or...is it because of what he made me?  Something about the aura here...hurts, in a way."
[18:43] <@Beardykins> He shakes his head a bit sadly. "It isn't the aura. Its the Collective. They are trying to connect to you, but can't. With your new gift, you are completly severed from the Collective."
01[18:44] <Tentra> "...Oh. So...I registered as an intruder to them.  An outsider.  I see."  She stares down at the empty cup.
[18:46] <@Beardykins> "Yes. You are more than what you were when you left."
01[18:51] <Tentra> She slowly gets up.  "So in a sense I have lost both my families at the current.  I guess this just solidifies my course of action, as unlike my parents, I imagine there is little I could do to restore my connection here."
[18:56] <@Beardykins> The man shakes his head sadly. "You will always be welcome here." He waves around his barstudy. "But your place and role in the world is larger now. The Collective will be here when you need us. Not all of us throw ourselve so deeply we cannot truly see anymore."
01[18:59] <Tentra> She smiles meekly.  "Thank you.  For everything.  And I will return, for sure.  Hopefully on a happier note than this one.  But for now I must return to my companions, and...think about how to approach this more."
[19:01] <@Beardykins> "Of course, good luck Kid. OH, if your crazy friend is still around..." He digs out a strange bottle, still full. It is in a green bottle and you SWEAR it is glowing slightly. "From my private stock. Enjoy."
01[19:03] <Tentra> "I will be sure to give this to him.  Goodbye," she hurries back to GATE, already plotting her next move.
[19:05] <@Beardykins> Aaaaaaaaaaand poof /mini
[19:05] <@Beardykins> Poor Tentra. ;_;
01[19:06] <Tentra> is it because of something silly like
01[19:06] <Tentra> she's dark type and dark's immune to psychic
01[19:06] <Tentra> cause that'd make me laugh
[19:07] <@Beardykins> Ahaha.
[19:07] <@Beardykins> Partially. =3
01[19:07] <Tentra> hahahaha
01[19:07] <Tentra> oh god that's terrible
01[19:08] <Tentra> anyway back to scoot chat~
Session Close: Thu Jun 28 19:08:43 2012