haibanememe | Test Drive #1

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Test Drive #1


Test Drive Meme #1
Prompts Waking up: You wake up in a bed that is not your own, in a room that is not your own. But the more you think about it, you can't remember what your room looked like. In fact, you can't remember anything at all! But hey, at least you're not the only person around. Reach out, find someone, and get some answers. The Dream: Haibane enter this world without most memories, but they do remember one thing: their cocoon dream. But it's not so easy to understand, is it? Maybe talking through it with someone else will help you figure out just what your dream means. Wings aren't easy to use: So, you're a Haibane. Awesome. But you know what's not awesome? Getting used to these darn wings, that's what. Suddenly having two extra limbs that you're not sure how to control isn't easy, and they're liable to bump into things and just plain get in the way. Actually, you might want to apologize for unintentionally hitting that person in the face, or help clean up that lamp you knocked over. On the town: Glie is a beautiful city, and there are a lot of places to explore! So why not check some of them out? Everyone seems friendly enough, and the townspeople are more than willing to help anyone who gets lost. Check out the setting page, pick a spot, and go check it out! Wintertime: It's wintertime in Glie, which means snow, snow, snow! And even though it's cold, the sun is shining, so the cold is bearable today. What are you going to do? Go sledding? Have a snowball fight? Make snow angels? Well, that last one should be a lot easier to do now. Player choice: Don't like these prompts? Come up with your own! The city of Glie is quite large, and there is a lot to do.

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Like the docks?

[Your metaphors, Rin. They are lacking.]

How would you tell the difference, then?

Just a little, yeah.

[See the red part of his cheek? It's caused by cold-ass snow.]

And if I ever was a child, I certainly don't remember it.

Or just how it goes for Us in general.

[it's clear by his tone who he means- them as haibane]

You're not making things worse now, are you? [This is not the smile of someone who is sorry. You'd have laughed too, come on.

But he does come up to help, stepping around fallen groceries. How does someone get all those branches caught in one halo? It almost makes him reach up and check his, but he's pretty acutely aware of his dignity at the moment. So he just jumps up and catches the main branch. Hopefully his weight will pull it down far enough that the other haibane can disentangle himself.]

[He needed to take a walk outside to clear his head. A funny thing to say perhaps, when there's barely anything there that he remembers. There was that dream of course, but that was all fuzzy figures and fragmented timelines he couldn't make sense of at all. It's a disconcerting ordeal, and he's not sure how to deal with it.

Perhaps there's significance in his trailing up to a nearby clock shop. At least, these crafts pieces have some semblance of time. They know what hour, minute, and second they exist in at this moment. He, on the other hand, is so confused, he almost doesn't feel present, like this itself is another dream.

And the voice that beckons plucks him out of his reverie. He's about to remark with a "huh?" when his wings spring out from his back and he yelps instead. It's by some stroke of luck that the kickback that breaks his balance knocks him away rather than toward the stranger. No one wants a feathered appendage smacking them in the face.]

A-ah, I'm sorry about that! [He scrambles to accordion his wings back into place -- quite the ordeal. When he folds them down, he looks back up and notices the stranger adorned with a pair of wings of his own.] Oh, you're one too. A haibane, that is.

Yeah, and you're just gonna sprain your brain getting all worked up over it.

[More firmly on his feet he can finally start working on the tangle]

Hey, this is NOT my fault you know.

...ugh yeah, we've all been there.

[His own flutter in sympathy]

Though wow, you did a number on it, didn't you?

[He startles at being caught with a shirt in his hands, his wings fluttering]

Oh crap... um... I mean if you're not super busy?

[That poor shirt looks like he tried to do it himself... with no hemming]

[You know. This is probably a good way for him to work out his frustration. He should be grateful that Sunako bored him into helping.

Going into town sounds wonderful actually. There's a wistful sigh as she sweeps the broken ice chunks away.]

That would be nice. I wish we didn't have to live so far away. An hour is an awful long walk just to get into town.

[It's pretty fascinating to watch the shift. And familiar in a way. The second they are far enough away and he stops the act she pulls her hand away since she assumes he wouldn't want to continue. Instead she taps her chin as she not so subtly tries to figure him out.]

It's no problem, but you're rather precocious. I can see why they wouldn't believe you were there by yourself.

[Kettle, pot. etc. etc.]

[ giorno was trying his best to control his wings, and does so with a certain impatience, a kind of frustration that comes with this strong idea that he was used to being able to work things out for himself no matter how strange or illogical it was. or - someone, or something was always with him to work things out. that emptiness has been bothering him all day, and every time he tries to use his wings it stirs that familiar emotion.

he was lost in his thoughts when the snowball hits him, and glancing at the source, he gives a wry smile. ]

You interrupted me.

I hope you're ready for a fight, then. [ he says as he calmly picks up a ball of snow, obviously getting ready to volley one right back. ]

A. AROUND TOWN.

[ something is wrong.

he notices it in the way everything looks so foreign to him, from the architecture to the technology to the wings on his back. he notices it in the way he was ... alone. he shouldn't be. he had no proof about this otherwise, but he's not contesting it. he's a new guy in a new town, after all. making friends and learning some names wouldn't be a bad idea.

he walks around for a while in an attempt to stave off the utterly frustrating feeling of not being able to remember what things were, until he makes the decision to leave that off for a while. his memory doesn't seem to be planning on returning anytime soon. whatever he had lost, it doesn't seem like he'd be able to regain it in a day or so; he's not counting on that either. the worst part of it all is that he doesn't know anyone at all, and ... he's not meant to be alone.

he doesn't feel like he should be worried about the town at all. everyone had seemed so friendly, despite the fact that he was a stranger in their midst with no recollection of how he was there in the first place.

he'll be walking up to someone to just ask them a few questions: ]

You look frustrated about everything, if you don't mind me saying. That makes two of us.

Do you like the town so far?

B. WINGS

[ a bird's wings are more than twice the length of its body so it can support itself during flight. the ones that he has are too small, and are probably for decorative uses only. he looks comical with them.

you can see him trying to reach over to try and ... pull the wings ... but all it does is make him wince. ]

This would be a lot cooler if they expanded, or were a lot bigger. As it stands, they're quite useless ....

[ you can hear him muttering "useless, so useless ..." while he tries to walk without having the wings tug him one way or another or bump into someone. ]

[ Umm. It's a sheepish little noise that's made from behind him, the younger pink-haired girl in a spot that isn't so easily seen. Was she following him? It wouldn't be that difficult to accuse her of it since she seemingly came out of nowhere.

Truth was, she wasn't used to seeing others. There were a large number of things she wasn't used to admittedly, having no memories before her arrival, but some things came naturally. A step there and a skip here, those were easy to recollect. The uneasiness she felt when around boys (or a man in this case) isn't known to her so the delay in speaking up is plain as the wings along her own back. ]

They aren't so bad. [ Her voice is quiet, almost as if she's afraid of speaking her mind. ] They're kind of cute.

[ Who calls a grown man cute? ]

[That poor shirt.

Shiro holds out a hand to take the it.]

I'm never too busy to help. What happened here, hmm?

[ he almost misses the words for how quiet she was, and when he finally hears it, he was about to retaliate, who puts something as potentially awesome as wings on a human being despite the fact that given his fashion sense he can't really talk about appearances, but then giorno realizes how old she was and decides to be a lot kinder, a lot gentler in his tone: ]

They are. I was just expecting, well - things like being able to fly, and so on.

That would be cooler. [ he gives her a smile. ] Although given how difficult they are to control with their size already, maybe having such large wings isn't a good idea after all.

[ and he gives a slight bow and was about to introduce himself - but falters, and realizes that the one that comes out of his mouth sounds ... awkward. ] Gold.

[ that is not his real name, but he's not about to discuss that with her now, and therefore: it'll do. ]

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[He blinks out of the reverie he was lulled into outside of a bakery window. He looks over his shoulder to see a young man with blond hair. A wry smile crosses his lips.] Does it show that much? [He notices the other boy has a pair of wings like he does.] I suppose it really does make you and me both.

[He turns around both to better face his new-found companion and to take another overlook of the town.] It's nice and quaint. There's obviously life here, but it doesn't feel busy and overwhelming. [All well meant, but even so his facial features look pressed. A pause, as he contemplates the scenery and the situation, but he can't really come to any satisfactory conclusion.]

I went on a walk hoping to get acquainted with everything, but I still feel so disconnected. Everyone here is just carrying out their lives, and here I can't remember anything. It's... [what's a good word for this?] disconcerting.

[Hopefully this person didn't mind his candor.]

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[He almost winces in sympathy. These wings. He's been told he'll get used to them, get them under control. But for now they're a constant source of problems. Though it seems he doesn't have the worst of it at the moment.]

Uh, are you alright?

The tree attacked you? [He's straight-faced, but the tone is definitely joking.]

[He flashes an apologetic smile.] I'm all right. These wings are just taking some getting used to, that's all. [He glances between the two of them.] We've got plenty of things weighing on our backs as it is, don't you think? [It's both a literal and metaphorical observation. The wings themselves are physically attached to their backs. Dealing with being a new haibane in this world but not being able to recall anything is another thing of its own.

[DID HE STUTTER???]

The docks!! The things old people look at! Like you!! Like - like how young people don't - don't have -- [ . . . CRAP, HE'S LOSING STEAM HERE. QUICK, RIN, THINK OF ALL THE WAYS YOUNG PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT THAN THE OLD ONES.

GASP!!! HE'S GOT ONE. READY FOR THIS?!!] -- don't have wrinkles!

[Groundbreaking observations are being made right here. TAKE THAT.]

[....Sorry. She's looking a little proud of herself.]

Still! You must have been one! C'mon, hit me!

In town

[Winter... was a special time in Glie. The gently falling snow and the growing chill meant several things for the growing Haibane population. Many of them needed clothes that were suitable for the weather, wing covers too. Now normally that may fall to several Haibane, but it seemed only one had volunteered this year.

Rakka thought she could handle it... She thought wrong.

To anyone out on the main street, they might spot a lone Haibane. Walking... stumbling technically, about with a large box of clothes in her arms. The people around her have, thankfully, provided the Haibane with a wide berth when they saw her... as she couldn't see them.

...Nothing could help her, though, when Rakka stepped on a patch of ice and her and her box were sent to the ground with a startle cry.

And now she knew why a group did this.]

Other

[Old Home generally always had something happening in it, even with most of the older Feathers out in town, there would always be someone staying behind. Today, that Haibane was Rakka, and she.... wandered off.

It takes some searching, but if you really want to find her, she'll be in one of the old rooms, one that was for another Haibane, long ago. From the general mess, the mats and stacks of equipment and cans, this was an art studio. Several paintings sat off to the side, already complete. While the room had a small collection of dust, those did not.

And there she stands, Rakka, looking at one of the painted canvases before gathering it up in her arms. She's very careful with it, handling them like they might break if she wasn't extremely careful. If she sees someone passing in the hall, she'll call out to them.]

Hello! Excuse me?

[Winter certainly had a bit of added challenge with these new wings. Reiner had tried tightly folding his wings against his back and wearing his patched sweater over them, but that hadn't been much of a success. Certainly they were warmer that way, but the tight pressure had been anything but comfortable. In the end he had let them free once more. He could handle the chill, he couldn't handle the pressure.

He spies Rakka just a bit too late. If he had seen here a few moments earlier, before she had fallen, he probably would've offered to help her with those boxes. That kind of set up was just an accident waiting to happen. But before he can say anything, the accident has happened, and Reiner winces slightly in sympathy. Ice and cobblestones can be a pretty damn painful thing to slip on.

Coming to a halt, he goes down onto one knee, extending one broad, calloused hand --though hell if he knows what he has got those callouses from-- a clear offer to help her up.]

Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?

[Rakka learned a long time ago that wearing things that didn't make your wings comfortable was going to make it a difficult day to get through. Just another tip that helped her through the early months when she was growing used to them.

Reiner wasn't noticed until he was approaching, and Rakka was already lying on the cold, hard ground. At least that was hurting more then her pride - shouldn't she know better, as one of the older Haibane?]

...Huh? [she sees the hand, then the rest of Reiner and his Haibane characteristics. After a moment, she accepts it with a sheepish smile.] No, no, I'm fine. Thank you for worrying, though - I guess I wasn't looking where I was going.

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