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There's a panhandler who hangs out on the street corner by our dispensary every afternoon with a sign that just says "Green 4 Green?" and tbh, I respect my boy's confidence.
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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
Roleplayer Profile
Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
Character Images: Faceclaims or detailed descriptions only. I envision the characters like real people in my mind, so I can't take anime seriously
OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters
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Serix was thankful that Cassie’s initial anger was beginning to fade. His actions seemed to rub her the wrong way quite often, even though they were well-intended. He marveled that she was still willing to put up with him after all that he had done to upset her. So of course, when Cassie suggested they practice with the guns, he was more than willing to put their awkward morning behind them and move on to another activity.
He got up from the floor and grabbed the gun he had taken from the store that previous night, and then followed her out into the hallway. The electric lights were painfully bright when they exited the still-dark bedroom, and he had to squint against them as his eyes readjusted. Cassie led him to the room with all the robots, where she set up some boxes to use as targets. The whole thing gave him a feeling of nostalgia. When he was still a child, his instructors always set up target practices like this one for the young Lunairans. It was strange to be doing this again on Earth with Cassie.
When she finished setting up, Cassie walked back to stand beside him, **“First things first, don't point the barrel at yourself, don’t point it at anyone else, and try not to hit anything the ammo could bounce off of. Alright, now show me what you can do.”** Her tone was businesslike, but Serix couldn’t help feeling like she was keeping something from him. He was tempted to ask what he was missing, but it was too late for that. He had already told her that he would adjust to the new weapon just fine on his own. He couldn’t ask for help now. His pride wouldn’t allow it.
Serix ran a quick analysis of the gun in his hands. It had a similar size and shape as an RG-12, although it was noticeably heavier than its Lunairan counterpart. It appeared to load ammunition in almost the same fashion, as well. The barrel was larger, so the gun’s projectiles would also be larger, requiring more force to shoot them. He wondered what kind of effect that would have on him as the wielder.
After finishing his calculations – the process took only a matter of seconds – Serix hoisted the gun in his left hand and aimed the barrel at the center of one of the targets. As an added precaution, he brought his right hand up to stabilize his left. His eyes flicked to Cassie for a second, and then returned to the target. Maybe her smugness was just an act to psych him out. After all, how different could this gun be?
He pulled the trigger.
Then his eyes widened and he almost dropped the weapon when it let out a deafening _bang_. The kickback was also stronger than he expected, forcing him to take a step back to keep from stumbling. Looking back at his target, he saw that it had a small hole in it just to the right of the center. He had missed.
Serix shook his head in a vain attempt to stop the ringing in his ears. “That was… more violent than I expected,” he said, casually examining his gun to try and cover up his surprise. “Hard to believe something so small can make such a loud noise.”
That's a cool chart :o I've never seen it before
Glad I could help you organize your characters some XD I think you were doing a good job with them already, but it never hurts to add some more foundations~
And I think Serix's other trait will become more obvious as the RP progresses. It has to do with his character development and the plot
Daw thanks X3 I put a lot of effort into all of my characters. Maybe that's why? In fact, I think I'll let you in on a little secret~ ;) I develop all of my characters based on one central positive trait, and one central negative trait (after all, everybody's gotta have their flaws, right?). Doing this helps me stabilize their tendencies and personalities. I can put them in any situation and know exactly how they will react. Sometimes I even switch characters in my RPs to see how one would respond differently than the other (none of this gets written down, of course). For example, I might swap Isaac and Serix's personalities and run through events of the RPs in my head (Say, the river scene in GND) and picture how the character would act differently. It's a little exercise I use to prevent my characters' personalities from gelling into almost the same person, which is an issue I've seem among other RPers who engage in multiple stories at once, and even caught myself doing occasionally when I get two characters mixed up in my head.
In regards to the dominant traits, I made a little list with the guys in our RPs so you can see what I mean. Just in case you're interested ^w^
**Isaac**
positive: love/compassion _(seen in how he still cares for Anna despite all the things she's done to him)_
negative: anxiety _(seen in how he tends to think the worst when things go wrong, like with his mother's depression)_
**Serix**
positive: curiosity/thoughtfulness _(seen in his reactions to everything new or interesting that he comes across)_
negative: over-evaluation _(seen in how he tries to plan every step ahead and also in how he is blind to his feelings toward Cassie)_
_[I'm also slowly working another trait into him as the RP progresses ;) see if you can figure it out]_
**Destrian**
positive: justice/reason _(no examples yet)_
negative: hesitancy _(no examples yet; might change if I have a better one in mind)_
Sooooo yeah XD my characters can get pretty deep when I build them up from these foundations. It makes it super fun to get into their heads~
**Here's the rest of my CS, since I can't edit my other post**
Bio: Destrian grew up in the lap of luxury. As the king’s only son, he was first in line for the crown, so of course he was treated as such. Even as a child, he had an endless stream of servants lined up to satisfy his will. All of his prestigious treatment made him arrogant, and as he aged he started to view others as less important than himself. After all, if he wasn’t, why did he receive everything he desired?
His small, selfish world was turned upside down one day when he caught a servant girl stealing a loaf of bread from the royal kitchens. The sight of it disgusted him. A peasant thought she was worthy of food meant for the king himself? Such foolishness! He decided to follow her, intending to snatch the loaf away after she had taken a bite and then report her to the castle guards.
However, when he tailed her to the servants’ quarters, he saw the girl take the bread to a small, pale child wrapped in thin blankets. She hadn’t taken it for herself. She was risking her own neck to take care of the little boy. He came out from hiding and approached the girl, asking her why she would do such a thing. The girl explained that the sickly child was her brother and they didn’t have enough to eat. This surprised Destrian. He knew the peasants didn’t have as much as the royal family did, but he had always assumed they were still well-off. No one had ever suggested anything otherwise to him.
Ever since that day, Destrian began to notice more and more injustices being done to the poor people in the kingdom. He would travel through the peasant-filled sectors, wearing a cloak to conceal his face. He witnessed first-hand just how badly they were treated by the knights and the upper-class. His entire perspective was shifted and he vowed to make a change when he took over as the kingdom after his father. He wanted to become a ruler who looked out for all of his people, not just the wealthy.
The only part of the kingdom’s discrimination that he struggled with was the persecution of wizards and witches. He understood the reasoning behind it, but after witnessing several executions, he found it hard to believe that all magic-users were evil. Some of the people his father had sentenced were only children. When considering what he planned to do as the next king, Destrian was always torn between his desire to protect the kingdom, and his desire to protect all of its people.
Other: Destrian has always had a fondness for music. It is the only part of the royal balls his father mandates him to attend that he enjoys. He also spends his spare time learning songs on his lute to help him relax after stressful days.
Welcome back :)
I also enjoy fantasies and sci-fis, so if you're ever looking for another advanced roleplayer to join you in your endeavors, feel free to shoot me a pm!
I hope you enjoy your return to the Guild!
The first thing Serix was aware of when he woke in the morning was an odd pressure on his chest and against his side. Something was pressed up against him. Whatever it was, it was warm. It brought him some comfort from the slight chill he felt on the rest of his body. Wait… chill? He should have had a blanket to keep out the cold. Where did it go? The events from the previous night started to emerge from the sleepy haze in his mind. He had been telling Cassie a story, and then she fell asleep on his bed…
Serix’s eyes flickered open. In the same instant, the pressure was gone and he felt a sudden jolt as he was shoved out of the bed. The impact against the floor was enough to shock any lingering drowsiness right out of him. He shook his head and propped himself up on his elbows. Cassie was looking down at him from the bed. The room was too dark to make out her expression, but he could tell from her voice that she wasn’t happy.
**“What did I tell you about getting in my face while I sleep?”** she said angrily, climbing down and stepping over him to sit on her own bed on the other side of the room. Serix wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just sat up and looked away. There was a pause, and then Cassie spoke again, **“Why didn’t you just wake me up and tell me to go back to my own bed? It probably would have been more comfortable for you.”**
“I didn’t want to wake you up,” Serix didn’t look at her as he replied. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he might as well just tell her the truth. “I thought it would be better to let you rest. I wasn’t sure if you would wake up if I tried to move you, and honestly I was too tired to try, so I decided to just leave you where you were.” _Besides,_ he added in his mind. _It wasn’t_ that _uncomfortable._ The thought made his cheeks burn and he was grateful for the darkness that veiled his face.
I don't actively share it with everyone I know for the same reason a few other people mentioned: everyone jumps to the conclusion that roleplaying is something sexual. I usually just tell people I write in my spare time. If they ask what I'm writing, then I explain the roleplay part :)
It usually goes pretty well that way.
P.S: I must ask: Is the title of this thread a LOTR reference? XD I don't know if it's just because I'm a nerd, but when I read it, I imagined Gandalf's line, "Keep it secret. Keep it safe."
Serix propped himself up on his elbows as Cassie came over to sit on his bed. She scooted back to lean against the wall and crossed her legs, looking down at him expectantly. He was too tired to sit up, so he just shifted to lie down on his back, resting his head on his arms again so he was angled in a way that he could see her. He took a moment to decide which of the stories would be the best to relay verbally.
“Well?” Cassie said, smiling at him through the darkness. “Go on. Or do you not have a good one to tell?”
“Patience,” Serix hushed her, closing his eyes. “I’m thinking.” He paused again. “Okay, I’ve got one. Close your eyes and try to put pictures to my words.” He stopped to give her a moment to do so. He kept his own eyes closed as well to better imagine the story in his mind.
“Long ago, in the beginning of my people’s history, our home planet was teeming with life. Tall forests covered the land with trees so tall, one could never see the tops. These trees formed an impenetrable ceiling and divided the world from the heavens with their wide, intertwining canopies. They blocked out all light from above, so that the forest floor was lit only by the dim glow of luminescent mosses and plants that grew along the ground and the sides of the trees.
“Hidden within these wild forests was a small village, where my first ancestors lived. They survived never knowing what was beyond the high ceiling of branches above their heads. For all they knew, there was nothing else. No one had ever climbed high enough to see over the top of the canopy. Over time, they dismissed the idea as impossible. No one could ever climb that high, they thought. And so, they went about their daily lives, never wondering what lay beyond the trees.
“Except for one young Lunairan, that is. His name was Sevix,” He smiled to himself. “It’s actually an ancient variation of my name. My parents named me after him because they always said I was a curious child, just like he was.
“Anyway, Sevix was a dreamy Lunairan, always sitting outside of his home and staring up at the tangle of branches and wondering what was on the other side. The other villagers just thought he was mad. Why would he waste time daydreaming when he could be helping them gather food in the forest? They didn’t understand his fascination with the treetops.
“But Sevix wasn’t bothered by their aloofness towards him. He was determined to prove them wrong. He wanted to show them that it was possible to climb to the top and that there was something worth seeing on the other side. So one day, he gathered his courage and set out to make the journey upwards.
“He chose a tree with some low-hanging vines and started to climb it. The other villagers called to him, telling him to come back, shouting that he would fall from exhaustion and die. But Sevix wouldn’t listen to them. He climbed on without looking back until the Lunairans’ desperate pleas faded away.
“Up and up he went, climbing the tree for days. As he moved further from the moss-lit ground, the forest grew darker. He found it harder to see where to put his hands and feet. He slipped many times, fumbling in the dark, but he refused to give up. The blackness was disorienting. He couldn’t tell if the canopy was right over his head or if it was an eternity away. Yet he moved onward.
“More days passed. Sevix’s strength was beginning to wane. His arms and legs trembled from exhaustion, threatening to give way and send him plummeting down to the ground. His eyelids were heavy and he had to fight to stay conscious. His resolve was starting to break. Maybe the others were right. Maybe it was impossible to reach the top.
“But his fears were put at ease when he reached up and felt a wall of branches against his fingertips. He had finally reached the canopy. He drew a knife from his belt and began to hack at the thick tree limbs, slowly opening up a hole just large enough to squeeze through. He wriggled between the branches and climbed through to the other side.
“The sight he beheld was more glorious than anything he could have imagined. The night sky was littered with shining stars, and Lunair’s three, ringed moons hung suspended overhead. Sevix reached up with his arms to touch the heavens. After all of his efforts, he had finally made it to the other side…” Serix trailed off when he noticed Cassie’s soft, steady breathing. He opened his eyes to see that she had drifted to sleep. She slowly slid down the wall, falling out of her sitting position as her body relaxed.
He smiled and shook his head. She must have been more tired than she let on. But how was he supposed to move her? He didn’t want to wake her up again. He glanced back at her. She looked so small, curled up at the side of his bed like that. He carefully sat up, moving tentatively so as not to wake her, and draped his own blanket over her slight frame. He could survive one night without it, and he was far too exhausted to get up and retrieve the blanket from the other bed.
He lay down again, hazily aware of Cassie’s proximity, but too tired to let it bother him. His eyes drifted closed again and sleep swept him into unconsciousness.
“Well?” Cassie said, smiling at him through the darkness. “Go on. Or do you not have a good one to tell?”
“Patience,” Serix hushed her, closing his eyes. “I’m thinking.” He paused again. “Okay, I’ve got one. Close your eyes and try to put pictures to my words.” He stopped to give her a moment to do so. He kept his own eyes closed as well to better imagine the story in his mind.
“Long ago, in the beginning of my people’s history, our home planet was teeming with life. Tall forests covered the land with trees so tall, one could never see the tops. These trees formed an impenetrable ceiling and divided the world from the heavens with their wide, intertwining canopies. They blocked out all light from above, so that the forest floor was lit only by the dim glow of luminescent mosses and plants that grew along the ground and the sides of the trees.
“Hidden within these wild forests was a small village, where my first ancestors lived. They survived never knowing what was beyond the high ceiling of branches above their heads. For all they knew, there was nothing else. No one had ever climbed high enough to see over the top of the canopy. Over time, they dismissed the idea as impossible. No one could ever climb that high, they thought. And so, they went about their daily lives, never wondering what lay beyond the trees.
“Except for one young Lunairan, that is. His name was Sevix,” He smiled to himself. “It’s actually an ancient variation of my name. My parents named me after him because they always said I was a curious child, just like he was.
“Anyway, Sevix was a dreamy Lunairan, always sitting outside of his home and staring up at the tangle of branches and wondering what was on the other side. The other villagers just thought he was mad. Why would he waste time daydreaming when he could be helping them gather food in the forest? They didn’t understand his fascination with the treetops.
“But Sevix wasn’t bothered by their aloofness towards him. He was determined to prove them wrong. He wanted to show them that it was possible to climb to the top and that there was something worth seeing on the other side. So one day, he gathered his courage and set out to make the journey upwards.
“He chose a tree with some low-hanging vines and started to climb it. The other villagers called to him, telling him to come back, shouting that he would fall from exhaustion and die. But Sevix wouldn’t listen to them. He climbed on without looking back until the Lunairans’ desperate pleas faded away.
“Up and up he went, climbing the tree for days. As he moved further from the moss-lit ground, the forest grew darker. He found it harder to see where to put his hands and feet. He slipped many times, fumbling in the dark, but he refused to give up. The blackness was disorienting. He couldn’t tell if the canopy was right over his head or if it was an eternity away. Yet he moved onward.
“More days passed. Sevix’s strength was beginning to wane. His arms and legs trembled from exhaustion, threatening to give way and send him plummeting down to the ground. His eyelids were heavy and he had to fight to stay conscious. His resolve was starting to break. Maybe the others were right. Maybe it was impossible to reach the top.
“But his fears were put at ease when he reached up and felt a wall of branches against his fingertips. He had finally reached the canopy. He drew a knife from his belt and began to hack at the thick tree limbs, slowly opening up a hole just large enough to squeeze through. He wriggled between the branches and climbed through to the other side.
“The sight he beheld was more glorious than anything he could have imagined. The night sky was littered with shining stars, and Lunair’s three, ringed moons hung suspended overhead. Sevix reached up with his arms to touch the heavens. After all of his efforts, he had finally made it to the other side…” Serix trailed off when he noticed Cassie’s soft, steady breathing. He opened his eyes to see that she had drifted to sleep. She slowly slid down the wall, falling out of her sitting position as her body relaxed.
He smiled and shook his head. She must have been more tired than she let on. But how was he supposed to move her? He didn’t want to wake her up again. He glanced back at her. She looked so small, curled up at the side of his bed like that. He carefully sat up, moving tentatively so as not to wake her, and draped his own blanket over her slight frame. He could survive one night without it, and he was far too exhausted to get up and retrieve the blanket from the other bed.
He lay down again, hazily aware of Cassie’s proximity, but too tired to let it bother him. His eyes drifted closed again and sleep swept him into unconsciousness.
Avery rolled her eyes as Fletcher took her vest. She had been hoping he would forget about it so she might be able to keep it. Wishful thinking. The girl, Rebecca, joined them, saying something about satellite coverage. She winked at Avery, who curled her lip in response. With everything that had happened in the last hour, she was in no mood for silly antics.
“I’ll take her from here,” Rebecca said, looping her arm around Avery’s shoulders and guiding her through the building.
Avery only half paid attention to Rebecca’s explanation as she looked around. This place was just as high-tech as the last one they were in. Various people milled about, each one performing some task or another. She noticed that they occasionally glanced in her direction. She wondered just how many people were involved in this organization.
“You, Avery Collins… Daggers… Krueger,” Rebecca’s voice drew her from her musings. “You’re the only living heir to the position of chairman; the Professor, your father, has been MIA for eight months. With things how they are it is only natural for the rest of the world to also consider you as the last issue. Do you have any questions?”
So. Her father had been gone for eight months? It made sense why he wasn’t responding to any of the emails she sent him— not that there were very many of them. They had never been on close enough terms to keep up a steady flow of communication. Still, she found that his absence bothered her. She was hardly an emotional person, but if he was dead or something, it would mean that she never got a proper chance to make up with him. But it was his fault, she justified. He caused the rift.
“I just have one question,” Avery said as they walked along. “I get that you people think you’re protecting me, but why am I here? What’s so special about me that you feel the need to risk your lives to keep me out of danger. My old man’s the one with all the power and knowledge about this stuff. Next to him, I don’t think there’s much I can do to help this organization— even if I’m his heir.” She shrugged and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. “The only thing I’m good for is hacking computers.”
“I’ll take her from here,” Rebecca said, looping her arm around Avery’s shoulders and guiding her through the building.
Avery only half paid attention to Rebecca’s explanation as she looked around. This place was just as high-tech as the last one they were in. Various people milled about, each one performing some task or another. She noticed that they occasionally glanced in her direction. She wondered just how many people were involved in this organization.
“You, Avery Collins… Daggers… Krueger,” Rebecca’s voice drew her from her musings. “You’re the only living heir to the position of chairman; the Professor, your father, has been MIA for eight months. With things how they are it is only natural for the rest of the world to also consider you as the last issue. Do you have any questions?”
So. Her father had been gone for eight months? It made sense why he wasn’t responding to any of the emails she sent him— not that there were very many of them. They had never been on close enough terms to keep up a steady flow of communication. Still, she found that his absence bothered her. She was hardly an emotional person, but if he was dead or something, it would mean that she never got a proper chance to make up with him. But it was his fault, she justified. He caused the rift.
“I just have one question,” Avery said as they walked along. “I get that you people think you’re protecting me, but why am I here? What’s so special about me that you feel the need to risk your lives to keep me out of danger. My old man’s the one with all the power and knowledge about this stuff. Next to him, I don’t think there’s much I can do to help this organization— even if I’m his heir.” She shrugged and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. “The only thing I’m good for is hacking computers.”
“Yeah, I think I can,” Cassie said as she stood up. “If I'm correct there was a breaker in the room with the generator. I was thinking about turning them off in here anyway. It's kind of hard to sleep with the lights on, you know?” She walked to the door and nodded for him to follow. “Come on, I'm going to show you where it’s all at. Wouldn't hurt in case I need you to turn it back on Mr. I Can See Better In the Dark.”
“Hey, you can blame genetics for that,” Serix rolled his eyes and hopped out of the bed to follow Cassie into the hallway. “Besides, you’re half-Lunairan. You might have the same type of vision as I do. We still haven’t formally tested that theory yet.” He let her lead him down the hallway until they reached a room with a large power-generator. Cassie showed him a covered box on the wall. The inside was full of switches, each one labeled for a different room. Cassie flipped one of them to turn off the lights in the bedroom and turned back to him.
“Well, now that is taken care of,” she said, walking past him to head back down the hallway. “Let's go get some sleep like you suggested. Tomorrow we'll see how well you can shoot that gun.”
Serix narrowed his eyes slightly at her tone. She almost sounded like she was mocking him, but he couldn’t figure out why. She was leaving something out. Was there some hidden trick to the guns that he didn’t know about? Somehow her smugness made him feel like he was missing a huge detail about the weapons. He might have made a mistake in his cocky assumption that they were the same as Lunairan technology.
When they reached the bedroom, Serix found that it was completely dark. He found his bed and sat down on the edge, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. After a few moments, he could see dimly again, so he glanced across the room at Cassie. She was already lying down again in her own bed. He did the same, propping his head on one arm as he lay down on his side.
“Serix, I have a question,” Cassie spoke up.
“Hmm?” Serix responded lazily.
“As a kid, did the Lunairans tell stories?” she asked. “You know, like any types of stories? If they did, I'd really like to hear one.”
“We do,” he said. “But not in the same way as humans. Our stories aren’t told orally. We share them mentally by thoughts and feelings. It makes them more personal and easy to remember. For example: I bet you can still clearly remember both of the images I showed you of my home planet a few days ago. It’s the same with stories.” He paused to yawn, and then continued, “I suppose I could tell you one, but you won’t get the same effect as you would if I shared it telepathically. Do you still want me to try?”
“Hey, you can blame genetics for that,” Serix rolled his eyes and hopped out of the bed to follow Cassie into the hallway. “Besides, you’re half-Lunairan. You might have the same type of vision as I do. We still haven’t formally tested that theory yet.” He let her lead him down the hallway until they reached a room with a large power-generator. Cassie showed him a covered box on the wall. The inside was full of switches, each one labeled for a different room. Cassie flipped one of them to turn off the lights in the bedroom and turned back to him.
“Well, now that is taken care of,” she said, walking past him to head back down the hallway. “Let's go get some sleep like you suggested. Tomorrow we'll see how well you can shoot that gun.”
Serix narrowed his eyes slightly at her tone. She almost sounded like she was mocking him, but he couldn’t figure out why. She was leaving something out. Was there some hidden trick to the guns that he didn’t know about? Somehow her smugness made him feel like he was missing a huge detail about the weapons. He might have made a mistake in his cocky assumption that they were the same as Lunairan technology.
When they reached the bedroom, Serix found that it was completely dark. He found his bed and sat down on the edge, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. After a few moments, he could see dimly again, so he glanced across the room at Cassie. She was already lying down again in her own bed. He did the same, propping his head on one arm as he lay down on his side.
“Serix, I have a question,” Cassie spoke up.
“Hmm?” Serix responded lazily.
“As a kid, did the Lunairans tell stories?” she asked. “You know, like any types of stories? If they did, I'd really like to hear one.”
“We do,” he said. “But not in the same way as humans. Our stories aren’t told orally. We share them mentally by thoughts and feelings. It makes them more personal and easy to remember. For example: I bet you can still clearly remember both of the images I showed you of my home planet a few days ago. It’s the same with stories.” He paused to yawn, and then continued, “I suppose I could tell you one, but you won’t get the same effect as you would if I shared it telepathically. Do you still want me to try?”
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