"Yet more support for my increasingly-plausible Theory of Narrative Contrivance." He sighed. "Which seems to work for everygoddamnbody except me. Can't help but wonder what I'm doing wrong, that I always feel like I'm outclassed and unprepared..."
"After the second time I 'died'... I woke up in a place very much like this one. A place where stories were not just things we tell each other, but real, physical places you could go to. There was a lot there that was weird as shit, but the more time I spent there... the more I came to think."
He tapped his finger against the table idly, brow furrowed in thought. "Was it really that different? What are Personas, but manifestations of a story? A brave noble turned outlaw, fighting to overthrow a false king. A trickster god, both foil and friend to the pantheon. A prince in exile turned pirate, consumed by revenge and forsaking his own name. They're all... little fragments of a story we invented. And it's not just Personas. You're not the first Wild Card, nor am I, in either of our worlds of origin. There've been others, people selected when a crisis loomed to threaten the world. Each one assigned the role of 'The Fool'. The protagonist of the story, who travels the world and achieves enlightenment. History runs in cycles, and those are stories, too. Feels like everywhere I look, when I peer at the deeper reasons behind shit that happens, it's like the world was just set dressing until the moment- when the protagonist awakens, and the tale begins."
He took a long drink of tea. "The musical bullshit doesn't help, either."
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"After the second time I 'died'... I woke up in a place very much like this one. A place where stories were not just things we tell each other, but real, physical places you could go to. There was a lot there that was weird as shit, but the more time I spent there... the more I came to think."
He tapped his finger against the table idly, brow furrowed in thought. "Was it really that different? What are Personas, but manifestations of a story? A brave noble turned outlaw, fighting to overthrow a false king. A trickster god, both foil and friend to the pantheon. A prince in exile turned pirate, consumed by revenge and forsaking his own name. They're all... little fragments of a story we invented. And it's not just Personas. You're not the first Wild Card, nor am I, in either of our worlds of origin. There've been others, people selected when a crisis loomed to threaten the world. Each one assigned the role of 'The Fool'. The protagonist of the story, who travels the world and achieves enlightenment. History runs in cycles, and those are stories, too. Feels like everywhere I look, when I peer at the deeper reasons behind shit that happens, it's like the world was just set dressing until the moment- when the protagonist awakens, and the tale begins."
He took a long drink of tea. "The musical bullshit doesn't help, either."