haibanememe | 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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[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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]

Test Drive #1

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