Test Drive #1

[haibanemods]

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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[hachimaki]

It's best you leave that behind you. [vague, and the sudden movements he make leave no room for it to be questioned, a knee sinking into the mattress and winding those ropes around and through stable columns that make up the headboard]

[a 'holy choir'... he's biting and sarcastic now, but the more developed haibane wonders just how long it'll last, knowing what's his body is about to go through]

They call me Cedar so you will too. You'll get your own title eventually, but I'm not giving it to you. I don't want to know about your dream.

[boy, he's friendly]

[hands pull away and leave the ends of those ropes slack, finally looming over him to look down with some measure of urgency]

...you've been asleep all day. How do you feel? [the fatigue, the fever, the aching cramps in his shoulders?]

[stickyfingers]

[A flash of unhidden irritation passes over his own emerald-green eyes as he stares up at this lousy excuse for an angel, his fingers clenching a little against the blanket he'd woken up underneath. 'leave that behind you', what the hell was that supposed to mean.

Cedar, an easy enough name. Like the tree, he thinks, and it sounds familiar enough to be from his own world. That's enough to make him chill out, just a little, but his shoulders do rise a little in defiance as he prepares himself for a reply.

The motion was a bad idea, it seemed, as a sharp pain rockets down his spine for moving in that way. His teeth clench in his attempt to hide it, but given the other had asked...]

...Like absolute shit. Head's swimming and it feels like someone did a tango on my back.

[A pause hits him, and the thoughts start bubbling up in his head. His dream, the weapons, the smell of blood, the feeling of adrenaline in his veins--]

I didn't go and get myself killed, did I. [That biting tone hasn't gone, but it seems to be starting to fade. The aching in his back wasn't getting better, either.]

[hachimaki]

It's likely. You look like a walking target. [gestures to him without reserve, that electric shock of range hair and pale skin smattered with freckles. and who could not want to punch that mug? already, thinking about that smirk and that attitude makes him want to sink knuckles into the open arteries of nose]

[his back, huh... he's experienced it twice now, helped another boy through his and faced his own; is the third time the charm? he's a little more practiced at it now, knows what to expect, and if he's been assigned to this duty -- at least for now until he gains his ledger and a "real" occupation -- then he's going to do it his way]

That's what hurts? Turn over, I'll take a look at it. [with all the grace and sympathy of a war doctor; those natural demands are entirely made of deception. he knows what's there, all he needs is a little leeway to get him on his stomach before ropes can snap tight around his wrists and pin them to the headboard]

[what good is it going to be if he does something stupid and accidentally (or intentionally) hurts himself]

...they're coming. How's your pain tolerance?

[stickyfingers]

...Criminy. Talk about adding insult to injury, you don't pull punches at all, do you. [He casts a grumpy glance up at Cedar, a frown balancing itself over his face as he watches the other. 'A walking target', how dare he. Just because his hair was red didn't mean anything. For all both of them knew, he was a saint in... whatever life he led before this.

He was having difficulty remembering exactly what it was he did. All he knew is that it had to have involved weapons, in some way.

He opened his mouth to say it was his shoulders that hurt--but honestly, he had little to no time to react before this strange, green-eyed man was attempting to grab and bind him.

What the hell? Every instinct in his brain flared up, his eyes widening as he attempts to struggle. Waking up with a foggy mind, no clear idea to who he is or where he is? Last thing he's going to do is to let some guy tie him up.

Angel or not.]

The hell do you mean 'they're coming?' Let go'a me, or we'll have a test of your pain tolerance, you craven.

[hachimaki]

I mean just that. [smartly, voice pinched as his company puts up a fight... well, there's that at least. the struggle satisfies some inner part of him, a growl in his head or a desire for roughness that this place has delivered, but... in a language he can't understand (can't remember?)]

[a knee sinks into the middle of that pained back, pining a smaller chest to the mattress like the squirming little patient he is -- and Cedar has lost all of his own patience]

Mine's already been tested and I proved myself worthy. So how about it?

[those ropes snap, slide, and secure around wrists, and now that his own hands are free, he wastes no time in seizing up the 'younger' haibane's robes and ripping them from the neck down, exposing nasty discoloration and tumors that shift, squirm, threaten to rip skin right open]

Ever wanted to be an angel?

[stickyfingers]

[There's some part of him that knows, somehow, were he to have seen the assault coming, he may have been able to avoid it. Been able to escape the bigger male's brute strength that was overpowering him, that knee in his back that made it that much harder to struggle.

That made another stab of pain shoot up his back like a hot iron, causing him to cry out roughly this time. Fingers clenching into balled fists, his back arches in one last attempt to throw his 'guardian angel' off of him, to no real success. He could feel his shoulders burning, now, and as the other speaks. 'How about it?'


He begins to breathe the stale air of this... ethereal afterlife, and the gnashing of his teeth turn to a small, shocked breaths of air. His thoughts mute, and then turn to white noise, his head turning to stare emerald green up at his captor. Something moves beneath the his skin.


'Ever wanted to be an angel?'

No, something fights beneath his skin.

Any words he'd been planning to use have slipped from him, and are replaced instead with a low howl of pain.]

[hachimaki]

[sweat trickles down his cheek and along his jawline as he steps back, watching the shift and squirm of the seizing patient he's anchored to the bed (as if they only deserved coffins after they've been reborn, and what a sweet one it is)]

[the piping-hot bowl of water he'd sat aside while the newcomer had been sleeping has cooled off enough to be usable, first pouring cups worth of warmth along the skin -- softening it, making it easier to piece through -- and then dragging a rag from the spine-notches in his neck to his tailbone; he is pitiless but not wholly unhelpful]

[for a second bit of "good nature", his hands grabs up the redhead's jaw when he screams and a swath of leather finds itself into his mouth -- is this meant to be a bit or a gag?]

Be quiet. [well.]

[his eyes can't help but be drawn to the cross on his extended, strained arm, the only splotch of darkness in all this white fabric and pale skin -- ]

[at least, until they drop downward to watch wings begin to rupture... will this ever get old?]

[stickyfingers]

[His struggles are in vain, the ropes tied around his wrists are tight and well-placed. That doesn't keep him from trying, however, in this room that wasn't his own, against a person he didn't know. He shrouds himself in an aura of hostility, turning his head to shoot a glare up at the other despite the soft treatment. The pain was unbearable now, so his lashing out was purely reactionary.

Reactionary, as if the pain was screaming danger in his ears. Were it not for the strap of leather forced between his teeth, he may have said something unsavory. Lucky for that, perhaps, as instead, he bites down hard against the poor-tasting thing, his eyes squeezing shut.

The thief’s pale form does shifts, allowing his bones to shift beneath the skin. The strange, bulging formations on his back push outward again, blood starting to seep from the highestmost point, and he could feel it trickling down his back. Along the same wet trails left behind by Cedar's warm cloth, there was only another moment or two spared before he felt something erupting from his back, pushing up and stretching out as if they'd been straining to be free for hours now. ...Which may not be too far from the truth.

His breath comes out as a low shudder as he breathes around the leather strap in his mouth, his body stilling from its struggles to instead shiver with the pain that now raked across his shoulders. It was a lot less intense, but it didn't feel like it was going away anywhere soon. His head turns, eyes opening from where they'd been screwed shut. Staring up at the pair of now freed, dripping red wings that spread out over his back.

...This couldn't be real.]

[hachimaki]

[it won't, he decides, as he watches blood and plasma fling across the white sheets in gorey chunks, the writhe and shudder of a thinner but toned body arcing in pain, the hostile environment of this room more satisfying than anything he's experienced in this sleepy, docile town]

[it won't get old.]

...You barely screamed for the worst of it. I'm almost impressed. [almost but hardly, that tone implies, the rag perhaps pleasantly warmer than the carnage littering the other man's spine as it slops up dark crimson]

[a small bag of ice lands on the back his neck without warning, just an assist for the fever that still plagues him but will drop soon, and the older haibane finally leans over to undo those ropes once his breathing has evened out]

Get some sleep. This'll take me a while. [so he says as he pulls up a chair and takes a hinge of the wing closest to him in one hand, a fine-bristled brush in the other]