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fragileghost) wrote2013-03-12 11:20 am
fragileghost) wrote2013-03-12 11:20 am
1 - [Action/Voice]
[Action]
[Here Luceti, have another New Feather. A young man with silver wings, wearing a strange mask and with only the thin pants of the newcomers to protect him from the world is currently just waking up in the forest not too far from the village. If you could see his face you'd see just how groggy and confused he is right now. He flinches a little as he realises there's a couple of new additions to his body upon coming to... wherever he is right now, and he reaches behind him to feel... feathers? Wings?
Thankfully it isn't long before he realises his clothes are piled up beside him, along with a book. Gin knows it's dangerous to be so exposed and doesn't hesitate to put on those clothes, strangely altered to accommodate those small wings on his back. Who did this to him? Where was he? He was certain by now this wasn't the forest of the Mountain God, unless he was trying to play some kind of trick on him.
Now for that book... Gin picks it up, taking a seat on the forest floor where he appeared and taking a moment to flick through the pages. The book was full of messages and pictures, presumably the ones who were trying to communicate. Some of the images moved as well and there were voices... the book was speaking to him.]
[Voice]
[After taking some time to try to get to know this odd journal and how it might work, Gin ends up trying to speak to the book himself.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
(OOC: Just a reminder and for those who might have missed it - if your character intends to touch Gin at all like taking his hand or something, please give me a chance to react before they make contact! Thanks~)
[Here Luceti, have another New Feather. A young man with silver wings, wearing a strange mask and with only the thin pants of the newcomers to protect him from the world is currently just waking up in the forest not too far from the village. If you could see his face you'd see just how groggy and confused he is right now. He flinches a little as he realises there's a couple of new additions to his body upon coming to... wherever he is right now, and he reaches behind him to feel... feathers? Wings?
Thankfully it isn't long before he realises his clothes are piled up beside him, along with a book. Gin knows it's dangerous to be so exposed and doesn't hesitate to put on those clothes, strangely altered to accommodate those small wings on his back. Who did this to him? Where was he? He was certain by now this wasn't the forest of the Mountain God, unless he was trying to play some kind of trick on him.
Now for that book... Gin picks it up, taking a seat on the forest floor where he appeared and taking a moment to flick through the pages. The book was full of messages and pictures, presumably the ones who were trying to communicate. Some of the images moved as well and there were voices... the book was speaking to him.]
[Voice]
[After taking some time to try to get to know this odd journal and how it might work, Gin ends up trying to speak to the book himself.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
(OOC: Just a reminder and for those who might have missed it - if your character intends to touch Gin at all like taking his hand or something, please give me a chance to react before they make contact! Thanks~)
Re: [Action]
[Spock quirked an eyebrow and gave Gin a wry smile.]
[Action]
[Gin's curious now. He has a reason to avoid people, a valid one too... so what about Spock?]
Why do you avoid contact?
Re: [Action]
Being in close contact with another for an extended period of time can be... draining. Emotions can sometimes be rather... loud.
[Action]
Don't you find it difficult being so... apart from others?
Re: [Action]
It was how I was raised, and I am as they say...used to it. What of yourself?
[Action]
[Though he certainly doesn't sound all that happy about it. Still, no point on dwelling on things.]
Well, it can't be helped. I need to concentrate on getting home for now.
Re: [Action]
You may find that to be a difficult task...
...we cannot go home until we are sent home.