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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"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."

"Of course not," Roxie says lightly, and though her face is still chill, her tone suggests she might well appreciate the joke.

"...does everyone in Hyrule have ears like yours?" she asks, curiosity finally getting the better of her.

"Most," Zelda shrugs, "The Hylians - we are the dominant race, here - do, as do the Sheikah -" A nod in Sheik's direction - "And the Kokiri. The Gerudo have round ears, like yours, and the Zora and Gorons do not have any that are visible."

There are many aspects of Zoran and Goron anatomy of which Zelda is ignorant, and which she is quite happy to remain so about.

Roxie runs that around in her head. She doesn't recognize any of the names... the ears, they look elflike, but Zelda is certainly not of the same breed with the fae lords she knows of.

"... what are your thoughts on cold iron?" she asks anyway, just in case.

Zelda gives her a puzzled look. "What about it?" she asks, faintly confused, "A useful metal, albeit one with a habit of rusting."

((OOC: Ffff this is like the fifth time in two days I've tried to comment to something with the wrong account.))

"The beings I'm used to with ears like yours are harmed by the presence of iron, particularly iron smelted by natural process." Meteoric iron? That would explain the 'cold iron' moniker, a little—only heated just enough by human hands to shape it into a weapon, never actually completely forged..

[Heeheehee.]

"Oh," Zelda says, a little amused. "Then no, we are not these particular beings."

Even though he looks like he hasn't been paying attention, Sheik holds one hand out - in the palm of his hand are three long iron needles - a gesture slides them into place between his fingers before he curls his hand into a fist and they disappear into thin air. "We have no such problem with iron, clearly."

"You didn't seem nearly capricious enough to really fit," Roxie says, eyes deftly following as the needles appear and then vanish again. "The fae are extremely good at twisting one's words."

"I will not deny that there are those amongst us good at twisting their words," Zelda smiles, and there may be a swift glance towards Sheik. "But no, on the whole, we are quite an honest people."

Below, the scene is brightening - the ReDeads are gaining colour, life, muscle tone. The shattered buildings are stitching themselves together. A few musicians are playing a jaunty tune. And before long, there's a bustling marketplace beneath them.

In the bright sunlight, Sheik seems almost faded, washed out, whereas Zelda seems even more vibrant.

"... It's kind of nice," Roxie says, and she has a little bit of a smile. "Small, but..."

She is, after all, used to the gleaming towers of modern cities.

Zelda chuckles softly and settles back to, quite literally, survey her kingdom. "It's Hyrule's largest population centre," she smiles, "But yes, I imagine it would be quite quaint compared to other places."

She's seen a glimpse of the places others come from in some of those places in the ship - Hyrule simply cannot compare.

Roxie nods slightly. "Preindustrial, and I'm going to guess that you don't have any really high-yield crops like rice... It only makes sense. You wouldn't have the farming capacity to support a large population."

She reaches up to adjust her glasses a little.

"Rice tends not to grow well here," she agrees, "We do get some, shipped up from the south where it's warmer, but it is not common. It's rare even in the castle."

She pauses thoughtfully, gazing out at the distant field. "We have wheat and oats," she murmurs, "Cattle, a great variety of fruits and vegetables. But no, nothing like rice."

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