Post by Shinpei Minamoto on Mar 1, 2015 22:54:35 GMT -5
You could say Shinpei's heart froze as he read the note on his sister's desk. You could say his body trembled like a leaf. You could say his mind swam, and you could say that his eyes traced over the words on the page and committed them to memory, engraving every line on his vision.
The trouble is that hyperbole can lead to some false conclusions, especially when we don't know exactly how the brain works (which is always). For example, you know I don't mean Shinpei's heart actually froze: rather, it skipped a couple beats. His body didn't tremble like a leaf: it shivered a bit, unconsciously. His mind didn't swim: it merely had a couple false starts and misfires.
But you don't necessarily know "committed to memory" is disengenuous, so let me explain.
These high-intensity, hugely emotional events often don't get remembered exactly as they occurred. Events after and before muddle them. They become inconsistent. The only thing that separates them from normal memories, in fact, is that in all cases people view them as infallible. They're called "flashbulb memories." They're not always completely true.
This all goes to say that any inconsistencies are of course a result of a very human Sin of memory, and in no way an intentional obfuscation.
Honest.
The words--and these were later seen by the family, so you can trust the content--were these:
"I'm sorry. Goodbye."
He didn't believe them at first. He didn't understand them. He could recognize his own sister's handwriting, of course, and he could fathom what a normal note containing these words might have meant. It was just difficult to put the two together.
When he finally did, would you believe me if I told you who he yelled for?
But let's back up a little bit before we set the ball rolling. Back before he waltzed into his sister's room to rib her about missing the family meeting. Before the family, minus one, sat down for the first time in years. Before his father so much as mentioned the news.
Shinpei was getting better, at least by his family's estimation. For decades they'd been stymied by his incorrigible playboy nature: none in the family were able to convince him to quit toying with the hearts of the local women, though they'd tried every strategy. Coercion and threats from his sisters, love and understanding from his mother, disapproval and anger from his father, questioning and interference from his brother. None of these had the slightest impact and the entire family--stained by his behavior--began to lose hope of ever righting their son's predilections.
Ayame ended up being the key: as his twin, she was ever the one who understood him. She'd stayed out of his affairs for years but when at last her own mother begged her to her face, well... even she couldn't let her distaste for her brother's actions outweigh her duty. So she confronted him one day. The whole family could hear her yelling from the other side of the house. And incredibly, it worked.
He got better. He wasn't completely cured, but he was better. And his family noticed that he was happier now that he'd kicked his distasteful habit. Oh, sure, he'd slip up every now and then, and he kept up his nightly wanderings. But he wasn't bringing home girls in various states of undress anymore, and the local families' complaints dried up. Mostly.
This was where Shinpei found himself on this fateful evening. This is the place he was in. Do you understand?
Not yet. Not yet, you don't. But we're getting there. I'll let our other player finish setting the stage, and then we can begin to explain the last night their family saw their youngest daughter. Hear him coming now? He's running. He hears his brother. His name is--
"SHUN! SHUN, I NEED YOU!"
The trouble is that hyperbole can lead to some false conclusions, especially when we don't know exactly how the brain works (which is always). For example, you know I don't mean Shinpei's heart actually froze: rather, it skipped a couple beats. His body didn't tremble like a leaf: it shivered a bit, unconsciously. His mind didn't swim: it merely had a couple false starts and misfires.
But you don't necessarily know "committed to memory" is disengenuous, so let me explain.
These high-intensity, hugely emotional events often don't get remembered exactly as they occurred. Events after and before muddle them. They become inconsistent. The only thing that separates them from normal memories, in fact, is that in all cases people view them as infallible. They're called "flashbulb memories." They're not always completely true.
This all goes to say that any inconsistencies are of course a result of a very human Sin of memory, and in no way an intentional obfuscation.
Honest.
The words--and these were later seen by the family, so you can trust the content--were these:
"I'm sorry. Goodbye."
He didn't believe them at first. He didn't understand them. He could recognize his own sister's handwriting, of course, and he could fathom what a normal note containing these words might have meant. It was just difficult to put the two together.
When he finally did, would you believe me if I told you who he yelled for?
But let's back up a little bit before we set the ball rolling. Back before he waltzed into his sister's room to rib her about missing the family meeting. Before the family, minus one, sat down for the first time in years. Before his father so much as mentioned the news.
Shinpei was getting better, at least by his family's estimation. For decades they'd been stymied by his incorrigible playboy nature: none in the family were able to convince him to quit toying with the hearts of the local women, though they'd tried every strategy. Coercion and threats from his sisters, love and understanding from his mother, disapproval and anger from his father, questioning and interference from his brother. None of these had the slightest impact and the entire family--stained by his behavior--began to lose hope of ever righting their son's predilections.
Ayame ended up being the key: as his twin, she was ever the one who understood him. She'd stayed out of his affairs for years but when at last her own mother begged her to her face, well... even she couldn't let her distaste for her brother's actions outweigh her duty. So she confronted him one day. The whole family could hear her yelling from the other side of the house. And incredibly, it worked.
He got better. He wasn't completely cured, but he was better. And his family noticed that he was happier now that he'd kicked his distasteful habit. Oh, sure, he'd slip up every now and then, and he kept up his nightly wanderings. But he wasn't bringing home girls in various states of undress anymore, and the local families' complaints dried up. Mostly.
This was where Shinpei found himself on this fateful evening. This is the place he was in. Do you understand?
Not yet. Not yet, you don't. But we're getting there. I'll let our other player finish setting the stage, and then we can begin to explain the last night their family saw their youngest daughter. Hear him coming now? He's running. He hears his brother. His name is--
"SHUN! SHUN, I NEED YOU!"