[open] harpstring moon catch-all

[snowslip]

Who: Marianne and you!
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Catch-all log
Warnings: N/A


i.

[ Though Marianne has made her life in Aldrip for many moons now, the remodeling of town has her losing her way. You might run into her doubling back around, entering an establishment only to quickly excuse herself, or stumbling into shadier alleys looking terribly out of place for a woman of the cloth. ]

Excuse me— where is this?

[ Apart from running her usual errands, she can also be found putting up recruitment posters around town for the Artzenritter healer troop. Come take a look? Or perhaps lend a hand at graphic design, technology is a struggle. ]

ii.

[ The memories of the other Aldrip linger, an alternate life where she wasn't plagued by her Crest and she held hope and confidence in herself that she never knew she could. On one sleepless night, she writes an anonymous message to the network after much fiddling with the new charms. ]

I still feel troubled by the memories of the other life we lived. Is it the same for anyone else?

[ If you know her already, she may feel comfortable enough to confess in person. ]

Some days, I feel like I don't know which of my memories to trust.

[ ooc: Her usual haunts are the Willow Clinic where she'll be trying to ease pollen symptoms this month and Astralin's farm and the surrounding meadows where she can be found tending to chocobos and her horse Dorte. Feel free to PM or ping me at ahlyo for a custom starter! ]

Comments

[snowslip]

I...suppose you have a point.

[ It's a relief to know Claude hadn't held her actions against her. She had ignored the glimpses of her real memories, convinced they were trickery, and the lingering effects of the simulation made truth and lie seem to blend together. The thought that her other self was her own person with no bearing on who she currently is, no reason to compare herself and come up short, takes a load off her shoulders. ]

That makes me glad. We were um, rather at odds in that other world. [ Marianne looks down at her hands. The other Claude hadn't been so understanding, and neither had she. ] I hope we'll be able to work through any differences that come between us.

[feintofhart]

Oh, I was an immense asshole in that other world, [ Claude admits freely, a self-deprecating laugh on his breath. ] My life wasn't all that bad, but somehow I still spent the entire time moping around and shoveling all of my problems onto other people. Just absolutely horrifying behaviour.

[ Lying with other mens wives, other womens husbands? Working with ne'er-do-wells because he didn't care what came of it? Encouraging others to engage in just as much horrible behaviour as he himself was? Lashing out and mocking anyone who dared question his ways? He can hardly believe it. ]

Suffice to say, I don't hold any of that other you against you so long as you'll grant me the same luxury. [ He grins ruefully at her. ] We are nothing more than the product of our upbringings, I'm afraid. We could've been even worse, perish the thought.

[ But while Claude is happy to let bygones be bygones... he knows for others, it's not nearly so simple. ]

...do you have more that you need to get off your chest? I know some people had harder times than others piecing everything together again.