haibanememe | Test Drive #1

Entry tags:

test drive

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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[It's funny how much the clean, white snow reflects how his mind has been feeling. Or rather, it would be funny if it wasn't so incredibly frustrating. He swears he can feel the sharp edges of memory trying to pierce through the blank whiteness, but they always manage to elude his grasp.

He is fairly certain, however, that whatever his past involved he did not have wings. The appendages feel very foreign to him; as their jerky unsure movements clearly display. At the same time he finds himself absolutely fascinated by them and somehow pleased to find them there.

So there he stands, a tall and awkward individual, trying his best to get a good look at the pinions over his shoulder. Almost like a small child trying to investigate some new toy.]

Edited 2015-12-09 16:00 (UTC)

[He doesn't recognize the stranger- must be from another nest? Not that he really knows himself, but that seems to be how things work here. But how he's trying to look at his wings is a familiar newcomer thing, so might as well be friendly, right?

Something about trying to befriend newcomers just feels familiar and right, so he walks right over, looking amused, hand on his hip]

Don't bother, man. You can't reach them.

[You kinda look like a dog about to chase it's tail, dude]

[There's a noticeable jump when the other speaks - clearly the green haired man had been so absorbed in his inspection so as not to notice he wasn't alone.]

... yes. I'm aware their size makes that mostly improbable. Although I would not say it's totally impossible.

Okay, yeah you CAN reach them, but unless you can turn your head all the way around you won't see much.

[He walks around the new feather, curious, his arms behind his head]

Not that there's much to see, they look just the same as everyone elses': boring old gray.

[His own twitch, as if insulted]

Edited (lost a whole word somewhere) 2015-12-09 20:20 (UTC)

On the town (with a little side of sorta Wing hijinks)

[He was supposed to be picking up some supplies. Nothing exciting here. And it would have been a simple task, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still getting used to all his new... parts.

Not the wings this time though. Something a little higher up]

H-help! Damn it, this is so stupid...

[One might find a nearly panicking young man under a tree, flailing his hands above his head and trashing a bit. Seems like he got his halo stuck on a low hanging branch and is just making it worse by struggling instead of staying calm and just reaching up to untangle the floating piece of metal.

Watch out, as he's flapping his wings wildly, as if the tiny limbs can actually do anything to help his predicament]

Dream

The dream. Everyone of them has their cocoon dream. That is simply a fact of being a Haibane. What it means is obviously a very different story - although Cornelia has a very distinct idea of what her's might be about, it's very... fuzzy. The meaning of a dream can be metaphorical, and simply taking the most literal interpretation could be folly.

Perhaps it's the small glass of cheap liquor on the rocks in her hand that has Cornelia, normally someone quiet about her feelings, a little more talkative. "Is everyone's dream terrifying?" she wonders aloud, totally pretending she doesn't want a response that she absolutely wants to hear.

Wings

Why? Why do they have wings? Someone explain this to her. Cornelia has already felt a little off being assigned as a store clerk, but from day one, she's had to worry about her wings knocking stock off the shelves, and making messes to clean up, or even breaking things.

If this keeps up, will she be fired? What will happen? Failure is unacceptable, but...

"Nng..." she bites down to resist the urge to curse as her wing nudges a glass jar of jam... and then with a shout she dives down to just barely catch it in time. "I can't even fly with them..."

[The description causes a small frown. He isn't sure why it bothers him to have the pinions so downplayed, but it does.]

I... really like them. I feel like they're a good thing, somehow.

Well they're not BAD or anything...

[He rubs that back of his head, feeling liek he might have put his foot in his mouth

(again?)

and insulted the guy]

[ Lately, Cornelia's mishaps with her wings had her feeling... distinctly like a giant loser. That was no a familiar feeling to her. Even with no memory of her past, all this bumbling around and knocking into things was, she knew, just not right.

So seeing another haibane failing far more miserably than she ever could actually made Cornelia feel a little better; she almost laughed, looking up at Yosuke, as she walked by.

Yosuke, the beautiful woman looks like she's just going to keep walking on by without helping. ]

[ > You should leave him be

He sees her (how can he NOT she is very eye attracting) and the moment he realizes she is not even STOPPING... a burst of utter panic runs through his body that has nothing to do with being stuck. She was ignoring him, leaving him alone. Utterly unimportant and pathetic.

He doesn't recognize the feeling as having to do with his trial- he doesn't need to. His brain happily assumes it has everything to do with being stuck and how JERKISH just leaving a guy like that was]

H-hey! Come on, help a guy out here!!

[ She should, but when he calls out to her so desperately, it gives her pause. It's not quite related to her trial, as if she would know anyways, but she does have a conscience. Cornelia turns, looking up. Young and stupid and desperate...

With a sigh, she walks up, analyzing the situation. ]

How in the world did you manage to do this?

H-hell if I know!

[Okay he does know: he just keeps forgetting it's even THERE and wasn't paying attention to where he walked]

It just keeps getting more and more stuck-!

Winter in Glie
[Snow was lightly falling today, blanketing the ground in white. On days like this, she found herself going outside, sometimes just to watch the snow drift down.... though, there was also another reason.

It felt... familiar, to some degree. Like something she couldn't quite grasp. Had she lived somewhere cold, once before...?

...Or, maybe it was just that she enjoyed making snowballs, which was already happening. A small pile had accumulated by her feet, and she was eyeing up the first person that came by. Watch out for that snowball coming at you.]

Wing problems
[Crash!

Oh no. No, no, no, no. She was supposed to be cleaning up around Old Home and now, thanks to her wings, a vase was broken. Was it expensive? She wasn't sure. I looks expensive, auuuugh.

Not a problem, she could still fix this! And by that... probably make it worse. So, there she is, crouched in the hallway, delicately picking up the pieces of the vase and trying to find what fits where. What awful luck.]

You know what's great, ending up doing things like that in front of people. Like Maya, for instance, who was standing just a few feet away from where that jam jar nearly met its fate.

She crouches just a bit, eyes wide and looking down at the woman. A pair of wings sticking out of the back of her clothes, and a dimly glowing halo floating above, should have told Cornelia enough about what she was.

"Uhh... wing problems much?"

How-

[ He just keeps making it worse. What force has kept this child alive this long? ]

I'm going to break this branch. If you know how to land, you won't break anything. Ready?

SOMEONE SAW. Cornelia wonders if she'll ever get some kind of power that lets her melt into the floor. People are getting powers, nothing says she can't. Slowly, she raises her eyes - oh hey a fellow Haibane this could be worse - and flutters those wings once.

"Wing problems. Very, very much." Slowly, she rights herself, looking the jar over. This jam jar seems intact, thankfully.

[He seems about ready to expound at length about the good qualities of the wings, but then in occurs to him there is perhaps a bigger issue at hand.]

So it can be concluded you are not used to having them either. May I ask a strange question?

Well, as long as other people were getting powers, maybe Cornelia's was becoming public embarrassment? Who knows. The best thing Maya could do at this moment was (probably not) give Cornelia one of her crooked grins. Her wings flutter a bit in reflex as well.

"Well! That's not going to do in here! Buuuut, it looks like you didn't break anything, so I'll let it slide."

...Maya, you were already going to let it slide. You literally don't care.

"You're from Old Home, right?"

[Maya why, Shiro is just an innocent old man trying to get back to Old Home with some groceries, how could you be so cruel

Since Shiro's hands are occupied, he had no chance to dodge or block the snowball, so it hits the side of his face.]

Cold!

[He quickly shifts the bag to one arm so he can wipe the snow off of his face with the other. Then he turns to Maya.]

Oi, watch where you're throwing those!

Hey man, all we have are strange questions here. Go for it.

Break-?!

[Oh god she's gonna kill him]

Okay... go for it!

[He doesn't mince words, looking him directly in the eye.]

What do you remember before the wings?

[His smile drops, and he looks away]

You mean, like, my dream... Or...?

Before that.

[he winces like N just punched him. It's not the first time he's been asked but...]

Sorry... I got nothing. No one really does.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 9

Test Drive #1

N Harmonia | Pokemon Black/White

no subject

no subject

no subject

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4

Cornelia li Britannia | Code Geass (just using her canon name for now)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Maya Fey | Ace Attorney

Wings

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

winterrrr

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject