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Character Introduction Log: May 2020
Intro Log: May 2020—
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Greetings and welcome to the intro log for Forgotten Tales! There are no hard and fast rules here. Just include your Character, canon, and essence in the subject line and post away! Network prompts are allowed in the intro log, so feel free to put one in.
In terms of timeline, the intro log can span over several days, so don't feel as if everything has to happen all at once. You are also free to post your own logs at any time, and can even take these prompts for them!
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¶ I. Adjusting to a New Life. Even after being told by the Storyteller about everything, there's still a lot to learn. There's also the satchel and journal to investigate, and figuring out where they live. The Index itself is a large, vast city inhabited by a large variety of characters from numerous stories. Because of this, there is no uniform style to the city. One street could look like a normal street plucked out of a Victorian, English fairy tale and then the very next is made of candy. It makes for an interesting mishmash of cultures that somehow manages to get along. Most of the time, at least.
¶ II. Rabbit Season, Duck Season. There are two new cafes that have opened up: Hare de Lune Teahouse and Bistro de Saison de Canards. The Hare's owners hail from the Book of Kaguya and wish to spread the joy of eating their local treats with the bonus of having a cute, fluffy rabbit as a dining companion. Canards, however, are more local and are competing against them with their own special delicacies focused on duck and eggs. A fierce competition is brewing between the two, and hair and feathers may end up flying before the day's out.
¶ III. Untitled Swan Princess. It's a lovely morning in the Index… unless you happen to be the latest princess cursed by a rogue sorcerer. Unfortunately, this particular magic user was under the impression that swans are lovely, serene birds and make complacent captives. He was proven very, very wrong very quickly. Now the princess-turned-bird has a lot of anger to unleash, and quite a few acts of chaos on her to-do list.
¶ IV. Of Tea Leaves and Dragons. Somewhere outside the index is a newly opened nursery farm focused on raising tea dragons — special little dragons that produce leaves on various points on their bodies. Teas brewed from their leaves will reflect the temperament of these dragons, and although friendly special care must be taken for them. As they are a new addition to the Index, both the dragons and their caretakers are still learning to adjust and thus need a little extra help. These are the mains types of dragons and their teas at the nursery:
¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.
Greetings and welcome to the intro log for Forgotten Tales! There are no hard and fast rules here. Just include your Character, canon, and essence in the subject line and post away! Network prompts are allowed in the intro log, so feel free to put one in.
In terms of timeline, the intro log can span over several days, so don't feel as if everything has to happen all at once. You are also free to post your own logs at any time, and can even take these prompts for them!
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- A. Brushing Up on the Lore. Perhaps a trip to the Grand Library to read up on the essence's stories wouldn't be such a bad idea. It might help give the Aspect some ideas as to what they can do. But you know, it would be their luck to have a large tome dedicated to their stories way high up on a top shelf. And the ladder is rusty. Might need some help.
- B. Magic Journals. For those of the modern era, needing to write is going to be an interesting exercise. But after reading the instructions, maybe they want to reach out, see who else is out there. Or troll people with dumb doodles.
- C. Watch What You're Doing! Testing out a new spell or weapon? Great! Just be mindful of the surroundings—this is all new and no one has thought to create a special training area for everyone (yet). And while most of the locals are happy and hopeful about their potential heroes, broken windows or almost burning one of them won't go over too well.
- D. House Hunting. Among the items found in the satchel is a set of keys. These keys will magically lead their new owner to the house they will be living in for as long as they are in the Realm of Stories. The home will be styled to fit the essence and the location will also be fitting of that essence. It could be within the main city of the Index, outside of town, underwater, in the air—anywhere! Now if only the keys didn't take their own through...interesting, winding routes. Like through a random bakery or down someone's chimney. Who knows, maybe they will want to come back and visit the stores for clothing and other housewares.

- A. Hare de Lune Teahouse. The inside of Hare de Lune's is brightly colored (almost a bit too bright and chaotic), but the perfectly brewed teas and beautifully crafted wagashi served are surprisingly elegant, adding a note of serenity to the riotous surroundings. … At least at first. After eating certain cakes or drinking certain teas, patrons will suddenly find themselves either suddenly growing or shrinking in size. The effects only last at most ten minutes, but it's still a bizarre change that sends many in a panic. Could the Canards across the street have sabotaged their food!?
- B. A Hareful of Trouble. Not only that, but even the cafe's rabbits are acting strangely. While most are still docile and enjoy a nice warm lap, others are acting rambunctious and are attacking cafe patrons. It gets worse when a few nibble on a few of the size-changing cakes. If they grow in size, they become a more dangerous threat while those that shrink make it harder to find. The owners don't want the rabbits to be harmed, however, so great care is needed to try and catch or calm them down! Perhaps a big carrot will help? Or figure out which size-changing food will reverse the effect—and hopefully not make it worse.
- C. We Ducked Up. Bistro de Saison de Canards has gone all out to be as fancy as possible in every way. Duck-shaped flower arrangements and topiaries, ice sculpture ducks enchanted to "swim" in the center of the tables and quack pleasantly, linen napkins folded like swans, menus inexplicably also folded into a duck shape (good luck trying to re-fold them), and very pretentiously named dishes which… might have concerning amounts of duck eggs and rabbit meat in them. To help attract customers, they are hiring volunteers to be their mascot who must wear a special costume and try to draw anyone who is heading towards Hare de Lune to their side instead. Unfortunately, sometimes the mascots are a bit too zealous, and one even tries to steal a rabbit! Perhaps it's someone working for Hare trying to sabotage Canards? Whether trying to have a meal, roped into being a mascot, or a witness to the ridiculous actions, it's a chaotic mess. (Was that a small flock of ducks that just waddled out onto the street with a chef chasing after them?)

- A. Write Your Story. Apparently either the princess or her new bird brain has quite the case of kleptomania. Everyone wandering the streets today will want to keep a close eye on their valuables: lunches, keys, potion supplies, even journals and quills! As a result, some might find themselves on the receiving end of squiggly, angry beak-writing from strangers, or chasing after the thief while dodging bubble traps or ice slicks from potions dropping out of a snatched satchel!
- B. Hot Fuzz Sundae. Somehow, the swan has managed to orchestrate a massive accident involving broken barrels of caramel sauce, a teddy bear parade, and a cart full of down pillows. Thankfully for anyone caught in the crossfire, the caramel is room-temperature, but now the whole intersection is covered in a sticky, fuzzy, feathery mess! Are you a passerby, a volunteer for the clean-up crew, or a stunned victim? And more importantly, is that caramel making you stick to something (or someone) else?
- C. Wild Goose Chase. Finally, after hours of chaos, reports come in of the swan storming the Grand Library, stealing artifacts from the four Drafts the Aspects have restored thus far: a Jack-o-Lantern from A Hollow Christmas Carol, a bamboo sword from The Legend of Princess Kaguya, a pearl necklace from The Little Mermaid, and a rose-decorated dragon egg from A Midsummer Rose. It's up to the Aspects to stop the swan before she leaves the Library with the relics, but it won't be easy. The swan has planted rotten egg bombs all over the place, some even ready to fall on the unsuspecting. They do not smell until cracked open and are camouflaged to match their surroundings, especially the carpeting. Then there are some that are large and tick ominously once someone is within range, counting down until they explode. Either get those eggs out before they explode or somehow neutralize them, or the Grand Library will really be a mess for months to come.

- Rooibos. Active, curious dragons who tend to get into trouble. Drinking Rooibos tea will lead one to being unable to sleep or sit still.
- Earl Grey. Easygoing and protective dragons, they are the largest of the group. Drinking this will lead the person wanting to be around those they care for, making sure nothing bad happens to them.
- Hibiscus. Although calmer, they are willing to try new things and socialize with others. Drinking this tea will make one want to explore new places and or become more talkative about what they discover.
- Ginseng. Very sensitive, these dragons can read the emotions of others and are loyal. The tea will help strengthen bonds between relationships as well as have an odd side effect of allowing one to read each other's thoughts.
- Chamomile. The smallest of the dragons, they love to take long naps and just laze about, not really caring about what's going on around them. Similarly drinking their tea will make the drinker more apathetic and prone to sleep more often.
- A. How to Bribe Your Tea Dragons. The dragon tea leaves are ripe for "plucking," and while the process is painless for the young dragons, they can still be a little ornery about it. After all, no one likes being manhandled by a stranger. One has to earn their trust, and fortunately it's not too difficult. As they are young, playing with them will go a long way in forming that needed bond. Tossing balls for either a game of catch or fetch, playing chase (the flyers are cheaters), hide and seek (they love hiding in bushes), and other similar games. Another good way is to offer them their favorite treats; fruits, veggies, and specially cooked biscuits are all part of a balanced diet, and will add some delicious notes to the final tea.
- B. Harvesting Tea Leaves. Once settled in, the dragons will allow their leaves to be plucked and harvested. The process is really more like "grooming" the dragons, using special brushes to gather the loose leaves before hand plucking those that remain. First a special oil is applied to loosen the leaves and then a rake-like brush is used. It's a simple enough process, but the real problem comes from the dragons. While one person could possibly harvest a dragon on their own, they get so comfortable and cuddly while grooming that more often than not they end up pinning the holder's arms or keep butting their heads against the brushing hand which can hinder gathering the loose leaves. A second person is usually needed to either help distract the dragon or to collect the leaves.
- C. Taste Testing. At the end of the day, everyone is welcome to try a taste of the finished tea. They all have different effects, and everyone can carry a small sample home with them.
¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.
Ana Amari || Bastet
[For someone who lives in a world where sentient robots live alongside humans and cybernetics and hover vehicles are just as common as cosmetic surgery and cell phones, coming to a world right out of a fairy tale storybook is... strange. Ana has lived a life where she is used to many strange and unfamiliar situations, but this is by far the most bizarre one she's ever seen.]
[Which would be enough on her own, but she's also contending with the strange new features her body now has. Her legs seem to taper off into digitigrade cat paws, her hands seem to have claws on them, and... was that a tail behind her? And she only has to reach up to feel the fuzzy cat ears now atop her head.]
[She's taking in her appearance as much as she can, but soon she's overcome with a desire to see just how much of her has changed. She looks up to the nearest passer-by.]
Excuse me. Do you have a mirror on hand?
2 - Said I'm Done, I'm Through With Roughing It
[It's a strange concept to be led to her new dwelling thanks to a magical key, but given how strange everything else is in this world, this is just one more item to add to the ever-growing list. Residents who have been in the Index for some time are probably aware of how wily the magic keys can be, and how they often take the 'scenic route' to get to their destination. It's usually quite a trek for anyone following them.]
[What might be surprising to those who watch Ana pursue her key is how agile the old woman is. For someone in her sixties, she's able to keep pace with the key rather easily, and even follows it as it hops up ledges and onto rooftops. Sure a good chunk of that may be attributed to her new feline features, but a lot of her movements hint at one who's trained most of her life to endure such situations.]
[She may accidentally brush past you, or you may notice her on the roof of your house. If you flag her attention, she'll pause, offering a smile.]
My apologies. I suppose I should be more mindful of where I'm going.
3 - But I've Got Magic In My Body Chemistry
[It takes a few days for Ana to get settled into her new life, which is enough of a waiting period for her to get comfortable with the idea of testing out her Essence powers. While she has no ingredients for potions, perfumes, or ointments (and the fact she even knows how to make such things is still bizarre), there is one Essence ability she can practice with.]
[Those who make their way around town may notice a bengal cat walking down the cobblestone streets. It's fur is too well-kept to be a stray, yet its right eye is closed shut with an old scar. It walks down the street with purpose, like it has a destination in mind that it would like to keep.]
[It's a very different perspective, walking along the streets from such a low angle. Ana tries to keep to the side of the path as much as she can, but may unintentionally end up under someone's feet or in someone's path. And for the few kids who pause to pet her fur? Well... she can't help but allow them a pet or two.]
4 - I Get Through My Day By Day With Herbal Remedies
[What marvellous creatures... Tea dragons sound absolutely ridiculous, but seeing them in the flesh is rather remarkable. Ana's fortunate in that the dragon she's chosen to tend to, a small little Chamomile dragon, is rather calm and prefers to sleep more than cause trouble. She thought that harvesting this one's leaves would be a simple process, but it turns out the little dragon is quite the cuddler... an endearing trait, but one that makes it hard to harvest leaves.]
[She chuckles as the dragon nuzzles her, but then turns to the nearest free person.]
It seems as though I may need some help with this little one.
5 - Wildcard
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Looking for something?
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My apologies. I was following my key. I hadn't expected it to lead me up here.
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[ He sighs and starts climbing up one of the candy canes along the side. ]
Do you know your essence?
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[Apparently, something (a bird from the feathers) got into her shop while she was away. Sure, her most valuable products weren't damaged, but she found a few bottles and books missing. What the perpetrator wanted, she wasn't sure - without her using those supplies, they were going to be useless.]
[So, with the door to her apothecary open, she was working on sweeping the feathers out. She paused when a cat and a few kids walked by, but kept at it otherwise.]
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[When the children move away to continue their playtime, Ana shakes her feline head a bit, before her eye catches on the apothecary door open. Oh? A potion shop? That would be good to know...]
[She turns towards the shop and trots forward, slipping inside before the door closes.]
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[... Also whoever let that swan loose was going to reimburse her for several bowls. Manually grinding up those herbs was going to take hours again and that's not including drying them.]
They better study on their avian species after I find them...
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3;
She glances down when she notices the bengal cat, beaming at the sight of her.]
Oh! Aren't you a pretty kitty. Sorry, did you follow my hair expecting a nice bed to sleep on?
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[How curious... the long hair reminds her of the story of Rapunzel. Was this another Aspect?]
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She glances down into her basket, glances at the hair streaming behind her, and sighs gustily.]
I hate to spend so much money on something like this when I barely have any money, but...it's kind of necessary for me. Want to help me pick out a few more things, kitty?
[She holds out a box of on sale items for her furry companion to inspect.]
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4 (Sorry for the tl;dr... he has feelings)
Cats were known to be attentive and dedicated mothers. The aesthetic fit with her. Many might not know it yet, but she could hunt as well as any cat as well.
For Reaper, he had a mix of contradicting emotions when it came to Ana. She had been the first to 'die' in their trio, which had been one of the final nails in the coffin, and while he had suspected she had made it out, he hadn't searched nearly as hard as Morrison. Shrike had been the biggest indication she was back in a different but no less familiar capacity. But of course she decided to ally with Morrison; it was the way it had always been at the end. A part of him recognized it was the way things should have been. What could he possibly offer these days when his plans had plans and none of them included dragging in old ghosts to the narrative he was writing.
So here she was, and he watched her from the branch of a tree. She seemed content, happy enough too he supposed. A quiet moment from all the war; they'd never been very good at it. The pang of familiarity was squished, and he made certain to curdle any longing for getting close. That was no longer his place.
All the same, Reaper was a glutton for some forms of punishment. And really, it wasn't like he could go anywhere with the big Earl Gray dragon crawling into his lap to explore the folds of his jacket as it searched for treats. It was an excuse really; he could leave at any time.]
Haven't you heard the saying to let sleeping dragons lie? Besides, if you can handle a wild daughter high on sugar, a cuddling lizard isn't beyond your abilities. [Also, she was welcome for the daughter-high-on-sugar; Gabriel had known how to wind Fareeha up and send her off for maximum sugar-induced chaos.]
Don't be sorry it's lovely <3
[She hadn't expected to see him here, if she were to expect anyone. Instinct makes her hand drop to her side, before she realizes two vital things; one, her weapons hadn't been brought here with her, and two, she wasn't moving anytime soon with her Chamomile dragon snuggling her like a sleeping child. But she allows her hand to close into a fist, because it looks like he, too, is laden with his own dragon.]
[She has so many questions, so much to say... Instead, she takes a breath to steady herself, forcing down her own nerves and keeping her guard up.]
I've always said being a single mother is a challenge unto itself. [Oh, she remembers Gabriel's tendencies to give her daughter more sugar than was strictly necessary. It's a bittersweet memory now; a time once had, that was stolen from them.]
...of all the faces I expected to see here, yours is not one I had in mind.
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Nada. Nil. Zilch. Good because in the end, that was where she was likely the safest.
Reaper nudged at the dragon with its head buried in his jacket, drawing its attention out. It looked up at his finely carved mask and made a dragon noise that was probably supposed to be cute and convincing. He only nudged at it again, moving to convince it to extract itself from his lap.]
And yet look how you handled it. The girl isn't dead yet, but like all things, old soldiers are only good for burning bridges. [Literally, figuratively and emotionally.
He shrugged at her observation.]
Only a moron doesn't do reconnaissance. I wouldn't have thought you'd be so foolish to be on the ground with your back so open.
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Continuing from the test drive!
A Japanese man wearing a western style set of armor wasn't exactly common, so it might be easy to assume he was an Aspect. Not to mention that overly ornate sword he had in his scabbard.]
I bet my nephew would take a shine to you real quick; he's good with cats. Too good, sometimes.
[ The car park still smelled like cat pee, even after he left Inaba...
Thinking for a moment, Dojima reached into his satchel, bringing up a piece or two of jerky and holding it out for the cat to try. ]
Here-- you hungry?
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[She sniffs at the jerky he holds out, her tail flicking behind her. She looks up at the man.]
You must have picked up on some of your nephew's guidance.
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[ Okay, he hadn't... expected the cat to talk back to him, and though he was able to keep the shock from sending him backwards, he does end up dropping the jerky on the ground. ]
Jeez... are they bringing in cats now...?
[ He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before staring over his hand at the ...cat, lady. Her accent was... Middle Eastern, maybe? He couldn't quite place it. ]
Or is this part of your essences power?
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While Felix doesn't have a mirror on him, he does have a bag that spawns all kinds of random shit. (Barring that, he has a hunting knife with a reflective blade, but he figures he shouldn't whip that out.) ]
Possibly. Let's see what we get.
[ He reaches into the bag and pulls out … a shoe. A high-heeled shoe with a reflective surface, but still. A fucking shoe.
Felix makes a face and offers it to the woman. ]
This thing's unreliable. I'll see if I can get something better.
[ He reaches in again. But this time, his luck is even worse. The moment he pulls out his hand, some sort of black powder explodes directly in his face. ]
Fuck!
[ He staggers backward, completely blind and spitting curses. ]
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[Still, she watches him reach into the bag, and her brow raises as he pulls out a shoe... and again when he pulls out the black powder. Her ears perk up and she reaches forward with a hand.]
Are you alright??
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Wiping at his eyes only spreads the powder to his hands. When he tries to open his eyes, he can do no more than squint. ]
This stupid fucking bag…
[ He coughs again. Wipes at his face once more, getting his hands even dirtier. ]
I'll be fine, I just need a sink or something.
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Considering the earlier encounter he'd had in the forest? Well, didn't take much to figure out what was going on during this particular time after the insanity of actually going through with recreating a story and coming back out the other side. So he was scouting, remaining alert as he moved to keep out of sight but still be able to scan the streets below.
Yet it was when he made the jump from one roof to another that he caught a vaguely familiar sight after his attention was drawn by the glinting of the key she was following.]
Amari?
[That tail of his swept low and hooves easily finding purchase against roof tiles, and his own long and furred ears perked at the sides of his head.]
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...Jack?
[It certainly looked like Jack, but he definitely looked different. He, too, sported ears and a tail, as well as some interesting hooves. She looks over his appearance for a moment before settling on that familiar face.]
I almost didn't recognize you.
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You get used to it.
[Out of necessity more implied without needing to say it aloud. He'd gotten used to his chances, found ways to make it all to his advantage while he was in this place. Far scruffier than he already was, but at least keeping clean no matter how worn that hooded jacket of his was.
This was a familiar face he was glad to see, even with the additions.]
End up coming across that plea for help, too?
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Oh.
[He looks in his bag, but no mirror is found. Still...]
I don't have one, but we should find you one. You're... I mean, that's a look.
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Ah... yes, you're right. Did the same thing happen to you?
[Because he's, well, a duck.]
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No, this is normal for me.
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