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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[shootaro]

[The feeling on his hands is alien; so much so, it throws his senses into disarray. He doesn't like it. It's filthy. He might've carried that out methodically and with surprising viciousness for his lack of strength and size, but he could feel this wasn't something he's done before. His hands were soft, well-kept. He was someone who kept his clean.

The sight before him, however, is beautiful.

Shoot watches the wings break through, with stomach turning and bones chilling, but in awe of it all the same. The blood dashes out and splatters like rain, only thicker, heavier. He thinks he prefers to see them this way, these wings coated in blood for what they've put them through, then clean and grey and dreadfully boring. The mess matched the grime of this dingy little place and suited it best. Suited him, maybe even suited them both? How presumptious of him.

If he weren't so exhausted, having fallen down from the force of the unfurling wings, hands and feet on the cold tiles, chest heaving, he would've been able to give his reply a bit more thought. Instead, he fell back on thoughtlessly blunt responses weighed down with cynicism:]

We don't. [He stops, breathless.] I think... we've been condemned to this place. It's walled-in, we're somewhere we can't leave on our own.

These wings are some sick joke, aren't they?

Angels wouldn't... do what we just did, right? Or— suffer like that...

Hey. Still... feel hot?

[He meant Cedar, of course, but it was a bit hard to make out, his tired voice dropping to a barely audible whisper, as he shifts his weight to one arm, trying to push his hair out of his face, forgetfully smearing blood onto his skin. Ick. He removes his hand quickly and tries to keep his head up, get back on his feet at least, to stay awake long enough to try and get the older haibane out of there.]