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Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[fogsong]

Sharon can't help but grin at his exaggerated stumble. She is but a simple girl who appreciates simple things.

"Oh, wow, a whole teenager?" She draws upon the well of sarcasm within her, still grinning, "I'm suitably impressed." If he's brought it up in this context, chances are good he doesn't mean it in the normal sense.

"I will admit that you're the first person I've met that's been glass shards, though, and I've met a few vampires but I don't think any of them fed on memories." She's assuming here.

[untitledshuos]

"I'm not like those other adults," Jedao teases, "I remember what it was like to be a teenager like it really was yesterday." All too true and all the more impressive more than four hundred years after the fact. It's strange to be able to remember it a second time. Not that he truly got to act like a teenager, at best a step removed from a prisoner at any given time.

He shrugs and takes in the peaceful environment around them. "I don't recommend feeding on memories," Jedao says, "You relive them like they happened to you, trauma and all. That's what any of us really need isn't it? More trauma."

"That's why we have games." He winks.

[fogsong]

"You're the 'cool' four-hundred-year-old adult," she affirms with a nod and a chuckle. It's... not untrue in her eyes either. Jedao is unusual but she likes it. He's interesting.

She stuffs her hands into her pockets and shifts her weight to her heels, rocking back, "What is it with you and games?"

[untitledshuos]

"Oh yes, I was the cool uncle too," Jedao says. His tone is light, but his eyes grow sadder with the memory of how that ended. The best news for his family is his sister's disappearance. The only way out of his shadow—out of history.

He blinks it back and smirks at her question. "I'm a Shuos," he says, "My faction has always believed in teaching via games. It's more effective than lecturing, and damn is it a lot more fun. Sure plenty of people hate things being treated like a game, but they can be sore losers."

[fogsong]

Sharon catches a flicker of emotion behind his eyes and her expression softens, though she doesn't try to press in on it despite the bubble of curiosity in her. Family is a sore spot for many people. And he's been around a long while. He's no doubt suffered more loss than your average person.

"Your faction definitely isn't wrong. Games are a lot more fun than lectures but not everything can be turned into a game." She's got a feeling he'd be capable of proving her wrong, though. "And I can't blame anyone for getting sour when they lose a game they didn't even realize they were playing."

HINT HINT. Granted, Sharon doesn't feel too sour about it. Jedao handles his wins well and he never grinds it in. There are few people she doesn't mind losing to and he might be one of them.

[untitledshuos]

"Once we got locked in a room and assigned to locate and disarm a flashbomb," Jedao shares, "If we lost, everyone would know for the week or so we were affected by it. Of course, the teacher also lied and said one of us knew the location of the bomb." He grins. That's part of games too—cheating and figuring out the cheating. The unspoken rules. The unfair ones.

He shrugs at her point, still amused. "One valuable lesson where pride's all that's on the line is a small price to pay to open your eyes to how the world really works around you," Jedao says. "If they want to get mad at me for it, that's a price I'm willing to pay."

He's made people mad at him for far less.

[fogsong]

"That sounds awful," she tells him with a laugh, unable to even imagine her own reaction in that situation. She would have been so frustrated. It's one thing to omit information, it's another to lie to her. Lies rile her even if they're done to teach her something.

At his response, she gives a thoughtful hum before she speaks again, this time curious, "Do you really think lessons like that teach people how the world really works, though? Or just how some people work?"

[untitledshuos]

Jedao chuckles. It could have been awful, but it was the level of thinking and skills required to succeed as a Shuos. It was far from the worst training they went through, either physically or psychologically, but it's a neat encapsulation of both.

"Some people?" Jedao questions, "Everyone has expectations, minimally, and those expectations are rules they expect people to follow. Some people have more or less power to enforce those expectations or desired means of interaction—for anything—but whether they know the rules they're trying to enforce or follow or not, we're all following some kinds of rules. It's in everything we do."

[fogsong]

Sharon falls silent briefly, nose wrinkled in thought. Truthfully, she's never looked at the world—or people, for that matter—like that before. It makes her brain buzz lightly at the front of her skull.

"Is it harder to figure out what people's expectations are here? We're all from different worlds and while I expect some overlap, I imagine we all operate under different rule sets."

[untitledshuos]

Jedao shrugs. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It varies. In the end, people are people, but most people don't go about thinking about these things the way Jedao does. That can make it easier for him.

"It depends how cognizant you are of it and how openly people telegraph their emotional responses. Some are easy, some are hard. In some ways the similarities make it easier to bump into the differences. The more in common the more shocking the differences. Everyone has to deal with it to some degree."

[fogsong]

"I'm guessing it's second nature to you." It's something she'll personally be paying more attention to in the future but it's something she'll have to consciously be aware of. It sounds like more effort than it's really worth, especially in a place like Folkmore. But, god, it would've come in handy back home.

[untitledshuos]

"It was an essential part of my job," Jedao says. "I got sent into the hardest battles with far fewer people and resources. Smart use of them wasn't enough to win." He wasn't expected to win. That didn't stop him, whether that was on recon missions or major battles. It's how he earned his immortality. They simply couldn't find anyone as good as him.


"Might not be a magical ability, but it's as useful as one." He waggles his fingers as though to indicate any of the many abilities people bring here.

[fogsong]

He wasn't expected to win those battles. Something hard flashes in her gaze, her smile flickering, but she swallows it down. Once, the only thing that stoked that kind of rage in her had been her own suffering.

"It might be more useful than any magical ability. It can't be taken from you during a Trial."

[untitledshuos]

Jedao's eyes get a little sad, a little distant. He doesn't remember it, but he knows it must have happened. The only reason he ended up around as himself. That and Kujen preferring him this way. Sometimes the latter is a harder thought.

"No, Thirteen prefers only to take our magical abilities, it seems," Jedao says.

[fogsong]

There's a flash of sorrow in those eyes of his and Sharon leans over to nudge him gently with her elbow, friendly.

"Lucky us, huh?" It's not as sarcastic as it sounds.

[untitledshuos]

Jedao chuckles wryly. He wouldn't expect such positive recognition from Sharon toward anything Thirteen does. Not in so short a time. That's good.

"Lucky us," he agrees.