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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"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...

"I do indeed," Zelda says softly, and the scene melts away altogether.

They're sitting on the roof of the Happy Mask Shop in Hyrule Castle Town, now. The Temple of Time is to their left - while Sheik gazes at it with an unreadable expression on his face, Zelda ignores it and raises one hand, gesturing to the shambling, tattered corpses that now inhabit the town.

"This is the infestation we face," she tells Roxie, "Don't let them get too close - they'll paralyse you, drain the life from you, and make you like them if they do it enough."

((OOC: The Happy Mask Shop, in this picture, is the small building furthest to the left, near the stairs leading up to the Temple of Time.))

"I'd rather deal with these," Roxie says bluntly. "At least this way I'd be able to always tell when the enemy is there." She glances away from Sheik and Zelda.

Zelda nods once, still gazing at the ReDeads. "But knowing that these were once your subjects..." she says softly, "It's horrific."

((OOC: Hey, you got a mention on the anonmeme :) Here, down the bottom. There's also a Trans 9 thread here, but it's still small.))

"Irreversible?"

Roxie's expression shows that she's seeking similarities with those enemies she knows.

[Aweeesome.]

She nods again. "There is very little left of the victim, and what little remains is tormented and twisted. These were once townsfolk, but now..."

Sighing, Zelda rests her chin in her hand, gazing down at them sadly. "I wonder if Link knows that they were once people," she muses softly, "If he could still fight them if he knew. It finally gives them rest, but..."

From besides them, Sheik makes a wordless noise and turns away.

"Who is Link?" Roxie asks gently, glancing between Zelda and Sheik. She's focusing on the conversation, but still—there are other wheels turning in her head. Her face is as subtle as ever, but the distraction might well still be noticed.

"One of the only hopes Hyrule has," Sheik says quietly, turning to look at them finally. "Along with Zelda."

Zelda ducks her head, but there's a small smile on her face. "Link is the Hero of Time," she tells Roxie, "The Chosen of Farore, the one selected by the Goddesses to rid Hyrule of its poisons."

Beneath them, through the marketplace, is a young man in a green tunic, a blue-hilted sword in his hand, moving past the ReDeads like they're not even there. Zelda glances down at him and smiles; Sheik watches him intently.

A chosen one—Roxie looks down at the man. There's a little more comfort on her face, with a deity involved. This kind of thing, she knows, or thinks she knows.

"And Hyrule is your homeland," she says. It's only barely got the tone of a question.

"It is," Zelda confirms, "The most beautiful of all the lands." And she laughs softly to herself for just a moment. "Naturally, I am not biased in the slightest."

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