trans_9 | What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

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What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

In her sealed, silent, sensory-deprived meditation room, Roxie is sleeping. It's a special sleep: for all dreams are connected, she knows, and by spinning her mind out along the web of thought, she might step into others...

[Roxie is dream-hopping, getting a look at the subconsciousnesses of the other people on the ship. So, how it works - if you're interested, go ahead and post with a dream your character is having, and Roxie will slip into it, subtle at first but more obvious as she tries to satisfy her curiosity. Just her being around will make the dreamer more lucid and more likely to remember the whole thing when they wake up.

Also, feel free to ask any OOC questions in a thread here, or poke me on AIM at 'anagramarye'.]

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"A little," Roxie says, and pulls the hood down entirely. But for the chakra points and the silver bell obviously hanging from her neck, her face and head are the same.

"I can sense... attachments. Infiltrations, things that shouldn't be there for a person," she adds.

"He is permitted to be there," Zelda murmurs, "The magic that binds us is old and powerful and necessary. He is a part of me as I am a part of him, now, Roxana."

"But it isn't a magic that I've known before," Roxie says, nodding a little bit. "And my senses don't discriminate. The enemies I deal with have hidden behind many, many different faces."

"He is no enemy," she says quietly, and then Sheik is at her side - not looking at her or at Roxie, but away, Zelda's light casting shadows across his face.

She holds up their linked hands, the Triforce glowing faintly on her skin. "There are many who seek to end my life. I would not have survived the last seven years without him."

"It was my duty," Sheik murmurs, but the brief expression that passes over his face is written clear - that he would do this whether he was bound to it or not.

"I understand duty," she says, and there's a little bit of a smile. And she understands being the sort of person that would carry it out even without it being enforced.

"I can tell he's no enemy now, but there are some I have met that have turned to the other side without even knowing about it," she says. "And the senses to detect the... infection, you could call it... are rare."

Sheik snorts quietly - infection, is he? - then nods once. "Do not speak of Zelda's presence," he asks quietly - it's not a demand, but a quiet plead. "If our enemies are amongst those brought to this ship, then both of our lives could be forfeit. Hyrule cannot survive with her - I cannot, either."

He means that really quite literally, by the way.

The word is perhaps not so apt in this case, but one might get the feeling that she's used to dealing with things that it applies to. An evilness that spreads like a disease...?

"...as long as there's nothing malign with it, I'll keep quiet," she says, though she doesn't seem completely comfortable with the idea.

There seems to be some silent communication going on between the two, nothing but a look and a raised eyebrow from Sheik. Finally, he shrugs lightly. "This is not natural, no," he confirms, and Zelda immediately continues where he leaves off.

"- But it's necessary."

"The magic that brought me back is old and powerful -"

"- It was the only way to ensure that I could remain hidden for seven years -"

"- If it concerns you at all, returning to Hyrule means Zelda will awaken fully again -"

"- And Sheik will die again."

"But we cannot fight the inevitable. I live only so long as Zelda wills it."

There's something sad in his face, lost and afraid - it's certainly not the first time, it won't be the last, but it doesn't make it any easier.

Roxie takes some long moments to process this.

She nods. "I'm sorry. I haven't really given you the context for what my enemies are. Would you like me to explain?"

"Please do," they both say softly.

((OOC: ...Short tag, sorry >.> ))

And the scene shifts, just like that—

An street (http://i37.tinypic.com/2dln03c.jpg), empty but for a man in a white suit (http://i38.tinypic.com/1zges8h.jpg).

He glances up. His eyes are disturbing (http://i33.tinypic.com/nyecjk.jpg). Where Roxie stans with Sheik and Zelda, they are simply not seen—for they aren't a part of the events proper.

Roxie holds up a finger to her lips in a 'shh' motion.

[No problem. XP]

And both are silent. Zelda is watching the man curiously, Sheik is watching them both - ensuring that nothing he does will cause harm to her.

A woman (http://i36.tinypic.com/2u77i9i.jpg) walks by. The man, his hat tilted down to cover his eyes, takes no notice of her.

And then, the moment she is past him, he slides a white drill (http://i35.tinypic.com/2vnsars.jpg) from his coat and stabs her in the back with it.

She screeches, stiffening, and then her jaw locks up and her face twists, falling facefirst to the ground.

Sheik, who is accustomed to violence, flinches. Zelda, who is not, cringes away, burying her face against Sheik's shoulder. Awkwardly, his arm comes up around her, shielding her from the grisly sight.

Although he doesn't say it out loud, the look he gives Roxie, quite clearly, asks, "What just happened?"

"Watch!" Roxie hisses, her face pulled tight.

The woman convulses on the ground, vomiting. The vomit is white. Squeals of pain exit between her locked jaw as her whole body twists and cramps.

Her skin is going pale.

And Sheik does, even as he hides Zelda's eyes from it, even as it turns his stomach. And then he doesn't look at it any more, he just looks at Roxie, frowning as he tries to work out how she's involved in all this.

Her skin is going white. Bone white, like all the blood in it's just gone, somehow, and the pigment, too.

The man in the white suit has gone back to his newspaper like he just doesn't care.

"If he'd wanted to be subtle about it, he would have spit on the back of her neck," Roxie says quietly. "She wouldn't have noticed anything for a few days, and then she'd just have blamed it on the flu at first."

The woman has gone limp. Dead? No, facedown as she is on the ground, a hand twitches.

Sheik stares at that hand, letting go of Zelda in the progress - she takes a peek, then looks away again, looking discomforted.

"What happened to her?" he asks Roxie, morbidly fascinated.

"Keep watching," Roxie murmurs rather than answering.

The woman is slowly, unevenly getting to her feet.

Her eyes are white.

At the first sign of movement, Sheik immediately nudges Zelda behind him. He's immediately guarded, a wickedly sharp blade in his hand - if it makes even the slightest move towards Zelda, it won't be moving for much longer.

Neither the man nor the woman have notice the three of them there, still. It's as if they're standing watching a stage play.

The man in the white suit helps the woman steady herself. For a long moment, they embrace, pressing foreheads together.

She moves to walk away, striding a little unevenly... and her eyes change, the white hiding itself. Her skin is flushing with color again.

"Are you starting to understand?" Roxie murmurs.

"An infection," Sheik murmurs, remembering her earlier words. "What is it?"

"They are called the cho," Roxie says quietly. "They spread like a disease, and if there were none to stand against them they would control—become—all worlds everywhere. When someone becomes a cho, they still think they are the same person, that they just have... new goals in life. Which including spreading the 'gift'."

Sheik stares thoughtfully after the woman, even as Zelda quietly confirms, "And you fight these... cho? Sheik isn't like these things," she tells her, "I chose this... partnership, and Sheik agreed."

"I know that now—but I hope you can understand my caution."

And the scene starts to melt away, in little fragments, as another man wanders by down the alleyway and the man in the white suit whips the drill out of his coat again...

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