[She's been through this song and dance before -- sharing memories that are best kept secret. Monday and Tuesday were an absolute shitshow in every way, and not for the first time does Tamamo think to stay in her bedroom.
But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the gardens--]
My...mirror...?
[She is stunned, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping forward towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
[ well, tamamo probably thought she might be safe considering she's alone? surely it can't be that bad if she goes through a memory when she's the only one around.
except grune chooses that moment to turn the corner into the garden, and when she spots the familiar figure, she immediately walks over. ]
Tamamo has no chance to reply -- the barrier coils around them both before she can even move, and then the woman watches her precious mirror crumble into dust.
But when the fog around them clears, they appear to be in a festival instead of the gardens. The ground is dirty, the tents are crude, the weather is frosty, but the people are laughing and dancing to music and drink, while some others have split from the group, walking to a nearby temple.
Whosever perspective this is -- they follow the humans who disappear into the temple, talking quietly to themselves.
"I don't know why you humans bother. It's not as if I have control over the fate of your unborn child. Gods do not work that way."
It will be obvious in an instant: the voice belongs to Tamamo. And though it will be difficult to notice, given the first-person perspective, more than three tails swing back and forth. The normally teasing voice is detached and void of all emotion. On top of that, the humans who kneel in front of an altar do not seem to notice her, as if the fox talking to them is but a ghost.
The two humans -- a couple -- ask the altar for guidance, for prosperity, for a healthy child to love and nurture. The fox's tails twitch as if in agitation.
"I do not understand either of you. Always with these prayers. What happens to your child is no concern of mine."
A rather cold assessment coming from her. And still, the couple will pray at the altar until they have placed a small offering on top, and together they leave Tamamo standing there to stare at the gift. She drops her head, staring at the floor. The tips of nine, golden tails comes into view, illuminated in the darkness.
"I do not understand... you will likely both die in the winter. Your child will never know its parents, if it lives at all... Just how do humans continue to thrive like this...?"
Her voice is musing, wistful. Even sad. Tinged with a lonely jealousy.
"... Is that what love feels like, I wonder?"
-- And scene end with Tamamo pressing a hand to her temple, rubbing it. The barrier hasn't disappeared.]
[ it's not too surprising, since this isn't her first run in with these memories, but... she can't help but notice the change in demeanor between the tamantha next to her and the one in the vision.
were they praying to her? hm. there's a lot of questions, but--
she can't really ask them, because they plunge into another memory (ends at 46:07, the text if you can't watch the video. ]
I was fighting a woman, and that's what lead to me not remembering anything... I think.
[ it's still hard to tell without the full context of the situation, but at the very least she wasn't the only person to see the memory, so she had help trying to piece it together. ]
[Said because Tamamo has... experience with such things]
I know of one who cast her memories aside for the chance to be human. You losing your divine memories because of battle.. it's not entirely farfetched.
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But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the gardens--]
My...mirror...?
[She is stunned, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping forward towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
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except grune chooses that moment to turn the corner into the garden, and when she spots the familiar figure, she immediately walks over. ]
Oh, hello there.
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This is not ideal.
Tamamo has no chance to reply -- the barrier coils around them both before she can even move, and then the woman watches her precious mirror crumble into dust.
But when the fog around them clears, they appear to be in a festival instead of the gardens. The ground is dirty, the tents are crude, the weather is frosty, but the people are laughing and dancing to music and drink, while some others have split from the group, walking to a nearby temple.
Whosever perspective this is -- they follow the humans who disappear into the temple, talking quietly to themselves.
"I don't know why you humans bother. It's not as if I have control over the fate of your unborn child. Gods do not work that way."
It will be obvious in an instant: the voice belongs to Tamamo. And though it will be difficult to notice, given the first-person perspective, more than three tails swing back and forth. The normally teasing voice is detached and void of all emotion. On top of that, the humans who kneel in front of an altar do not seem to notice her, as if the fox talking to them is but a ghost.
The two humans -- a couple -- ask the altar for guidance, for prosperity, for a healthy child to love and nurture. The fox's tails twitch as if in agitation.
"I do not understand either of you. Always with these prayers. What happens to your child is no concern of mine."
A rather cold assessment coming from her. And still, the couple will pray at the altar until they have placed a small offering on top, and together they leave Tamamo standing there to stare at the gift. She drops her head, staring at the floor. The tips of nine, golden tails comes into view, illuminated in the darkness.
"I do not understand... you will likely both die in the winter. Your child will never know its parents, if it lives at all... Just how do humans continue to thrive like this...?"
Her voice is musing, wistful. Even sad. Tinged with a lonely jealousy.
"... Is that what love feels like, I wonder?"
-- And scene end with Tamamo pressing a hand to her temple, rubbing it. The barrier hasn't disappeared.]
Well... I suppose that could have been worse.
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[ it's not too surprising, since this isn't her first run in with these memories, but... she can't help but notice the change in demeanor between the tamantha next to her and the one in the vision.
were they praying to her? hm. there's a lot of questions, but--
she can't really ask them, because they plunge into another memory (ends at 46:07, the text if you can't watch the video. ]
Oh! Celsius... how cute.
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That is a thing Tamamo just saw.]
... Grune-san.
Just... what are you, exactly?
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[ there was a seed involved so that's the logical conclusion to jump to. ]
I forgot that happened.
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[Grune was called Master? Tamamo made the wrong call on week 0, should've allied with the hot lady]
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I still don't remember most of it... oh, but I did remember a tiny bit while here. Not enough to answer that question though.
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[The fact that she remembers anything is worth asking questions because that is. such a momentous occasion]
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[ it's still hard to tell without the full context of the situation, but at the very least she wasn't the only person to see the memory, so she had help trying to piece it together. ]
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[Said because Tamamo has... experience with such things]
I know of one who cast her memories aside for the chance to be human. You losing your divine memories because of battle.. it's not entirely farfetched.
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she has to think about it for a moment. ]
That... I'm not sure. Possibly?
[ it doesn't sound like it's wrong, but it's also a little strange to just decide that yea, i'm a goddess, ]
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It hardly matters, I think -- or it doesn't matter here. Everyone knows you as Grune, and I think that is enough, yes?
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It's definitely enough. Even if I want to know more... I'm happy, with who I am.
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I am pleased to hear it~ It wouldn't do if you were distraught about this. We've enough sadness on this ship as it is.
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but she nods. ]
We're already kept busy enough as it is...I won't worry too much about it.
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[...]
And even though you've likely forgotten about it now, I'd prefer if no one know too much about my memories, you see...
[PLEASE KEEP IT A SECRET]
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Oh! The temple?
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Yes, that would be the one.
[HANDWAVE]
It is alright if you are already forgetting, there was nothing of importance there.
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Well, even if I don't forget, I'll definitely keep it a secret.
[ i'll flip a coin later for whether she forgets or not it's fine ]