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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~)
voice;
[Because yeah, he figured everyone can hear the journals, but he is far too happy to have his voice back to let an opportunity to use it go to waste.]
Whatchu need, huh?
voice;
[Give him a moment, he needs that at least.]
I need to know where I am, how I came here and why I've suddenly been brought here and given wings. That's all.
voice;
Luceti, dunno, dunno and...dunno. I think they said the wings was 'cause this world does it, but no one's got a clue 'bout the rest. Sorry, yo.
voice;
You mean we have wings just because the rest of the world does? Then... do they really want us to stay here forever?
No. There must be a way back.
voice;
I dunno, yo. They jus' put these on us when we get here and takin' 'em off 'fore you go means you die, so yeah, don't do that. They say they tryin' to get us back home, but eh, who knows.
voice;
You die if you lose your wings? [Great, that's another thing he has to bear in mind while he's trying to survive out here.]
If they want to send us back then why don't they work with us? Have you spoken to them before?
voice;
An' yeah, so don't go losin' them wings, aight? As for the Mallynosos, screw 'em. They ain't got honor and I ain't gunna be friends wit' 'em. They jus' wanna use us as cheapo labor, fightin' their fights and bein' their genius pigs.
voice;
Never mind. And I'll be careful.
[He's not sure he's liking the sound of these 'Mallynosos' either.]
These people want us to fight? I'm not sure why they chose me then. I'm no fighter. [He wouldn't last five seconds on a field full of people...]
voice;
So, watch out for 'em, yo. They're shady like a tree.
voice;
I'll definitely be careful. At least there are people like you looking out for the others.
voice;
--!! J-jus' doin' what anybody would, yo. It ain't nothing!
voice;
voice;
...
[Wait, did he just say 'humans'?]
...
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Whatchu mean you ain't met a lotta people? You some kinda shut-in?
voice;
...I can't be around people so I live in the forest, with the spirits there. If a human touches me, I'll disappear.
voice;