>>632552
Probably not.

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/02(Thu)02:05 No. 632559 ID: 561f64
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>Probably not.

"Oh, good! But, um, yes, I've heard Shades think they're dreaming sometimes. And that's what you are, right? A Shade?"

Yule looks up to see who's talking to her.

What's a Shade? What are you? Who are you? Where am I?

I... Might be dreaming. I don't know. It's hard to tell what's real, lately.

I'm not sure if I'm a shade. What's a shade?

I'm Yule. Who are you?

...where am I?

Be polite, and nice, if you can.

"Is that what Alan did? Made me a Shade?"

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/03(Fri)12:50 No. 632780 ID: 561f64
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>What are you?

“Oh, am I… unsettling? I’m sorry, I tried to mimic your appearance. We’re not used to bipeds, see. I’ll try to mimic you more closely.”

Yule watches as the creature shifts around. Yule thinks she sees an eye forming.

>Who are you?

“I’m a part of the vine-mind. You met another part of us earlier. It used to be a Shade, like you. But when people stay near us for too long… they sort of become part of us. Lose themselves.”

>Where am I?

“You’re… a long way from home, I think.”

>What's a Shade?

“A possibility-ghost. A relic of a world that wasn’t, but could have been. Your kind fades from possibility to possibility, in and out, ceasing to exist and then re-existing. Even the vine-mind does not understand it fully.”

>"Is that what Alan did? Made me a Shade?"

“I don’t know if anyone can make you a Shade. I assumed it was something you just were. But like I said before, even the vine-mind doesn’t know much about your kind. We do wish to learn, though.”

Yule feels strange.

>>632780
You have to get out of here before you become like that other thing. Try to concentrate so you can shift away. Like the vineperson said, you seem to fade in and out... but that's only from their perspective.

>Oh, am I… unsettling?
Not unsettling, just... different?

>But when people stay near us for too long… they sort of become part of us. Lose themselves.
That is unsettling, though. No offense to being you, but I'd prefer not to lose myself.

>A possibility-ghost. A relic of a world that wasn’t, but could have been. Your kind fades from possibility to possibility, in and out, ceasing to exist and then re-existing.
That sounds... pretty apt, actually. You've been shunted to a lot of different places recently, assuming they were all real.

>We do wish to learn, though.
I'm not sure how much I can help you there, honestly. I'm pretty confused, myself.

And based on past experience, I may not be here long enough to learn much of anything. ...and if I were to fade away into you, there weren't be anything different for you to learn from.

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/13(Mon)07:22 No. 634136 ID: 561f64
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>No offense to being you, but I'd prefer not to lose myself.

“Oh, dear, it’s not that bad, honest. It’s actually very pleasurable.”

She sighs. “Does that mean you don’t want to help us, either?”

>I'm not sure how much I can help you there, honestly. I'm pretty confused, myself.

“How terrible! You’re a new Shade, then? We didn’t know that Shades could be made.”

>And based on past experience, I may not be here long enough to learn much of anything. ...and if I were to fade away into you, there weren't be anything different for you to learn from.

Yule watches the oozy lady squirm around a little under her filmy skin. “That’s true…” The lady admits. “Well, then. I hope we’ve been courteous enough during your visit here. If you ever need a place to rest or heal yourself, I hope you remember our humble home.” She bows. “Good luck, friend Shade. If you ever learn anything about the Shades, please tell us, if you could. We love to learn.”

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/13(Mon)07:23 No. 634137 ID: 561f64
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>You have to get out of here before you become like that other thing. Try to concentrate so you can shift away. Like the vineperson said, you seem to fade in and out... but that's only from their perspective.

Yule concentrates.

Yule feels like her stomach is suddenly being squeezed. It hurts.

Yule sees nothing but herself and three mirrors.

Yule sees a mirror reflecting a girl who looks beautiful and important, like a queen or a countess.

Yule sees a mirror reflecting a girl who looks confident and rebellious.

Yule sees a mirror reflecting a girl who looks very much like herself, but… Yule isn’t sure it’s her reflection.

Try... the confident one? It would be nice to be confident about any of this.

>>634137
Confident and rebellious.

By which I mean try touching that mirror.

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/13(Mon)18:47 No. 634273 ID: 561f64
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>Try... the confident one? It would be nice to be confident about any of this.
>Confident and rebellious.
>By which I mean try touching that mirror.

Yule is tired of her father’s bullshit.

Yule hates how he paints all day but doesn’t ever paint her, even today - on her birthday.

Yule hates how he only paints lots of rainy landscapes and beaches.

Yule hates the damn rain. And, of course, there happens to be a thunderstorm on her birthday. Joy.

Yule is bored waiting for him to finish his latest piece. Yule’s father promised her that they would go to a movie together. Yule thinks he must have been lying.

She wonders what she could do to not be so bored.

Yule’s mind drifts to the guitar, or to her older friends. Her usual escapes.

…She feels strange today, but she isn’t sure how or why.

>>634273
That is because you are not you, today. Try playing the guitar.

>birthday
...was it your birthday before?

>father
When did you last see your father? Can you remember him?

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/04/22(Wed)16:11 No. 635893 ID: f63e0b
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>That is because you are not you, today.

Yule thinks that’s silly. She can’t not be herself.

>…was it your birthday before?

Yule isn’t sure. She thinks that birthdays are important because you don’t have a lot of them. So it probably wasn’t her birthday before.

>Try playing the guitar.

Yule rocks out.

>When did you last see your father? Can you remember him?

The last time Yule saw him was the day he died.

…Something seems strange about that.

When did he die? Maybe you should go visit his grave?

>>635893
...yeah, how can he be dead and also working? Go check on him.

>He's dead
>…Something seems strange about that.
How can a dead man paint? Much less keep (or break) promises about going to a movie?

Yule!5tTWT1eydY 2015/06/18(Thu)01:17 No. 649204 ID: 26e769
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>When did he die? Maybe you should go visit his grave?

Rain… Rain…

Yule hates the rain.

>How can a dead man paint? Much less keep (or break) promises about going to a movie?
>...yeah, how can he be dead and also working? Go check on him.

Yule walks up to the door. She feels strange.

Yule wonders whether she should open the door.

>>635893
ask him what day it is!
When he died?

>>649204
Welp I don't think we'll be staying in this place. Try to concentrate again.

>>649204
Knock.