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- !plot: soulcatcher,
- !status: open,
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Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 2 - Personal Interwoven Soulcatchers
Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess.
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
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Part of her registered a dry sort of humor at his words, the briefest spike in the rest of her emotions. It faded as soon as it appeared, no truly coherent thought behind it. Just the feeling, soon lost again to the terror, panic, and rage.
Rage ate away at everything, and inwardly, in this place, she'd never been able to hold back. That required separation she didn't have now. Compartmentalizing. She wasn't used to doing that in her own thoughts, at least not anymore.
For once can you fucking focus on the fact this isn't about blaming anyone and is about figuring out what the hell went wrong? Do you ever? Too selfish? Egocentric? Why you why would I want to be in you why is this my fault this isn't my fault this isn't something I can do I wouldn't do I want out I want out stop it hate hate hate this feeling.
You never believe! I believe you, would it kill you to at least pretend sometime? No, no, you like insulting you like that paranoia don't you keeps you alive keeps everything away not your responsibility not your fault all not yours don't take it leave it to someone else -- you think I don't notice? I leave it alone! Good Sakura, nice Sakura, don't touch the things that hurt, minds and hearts don't heal like bodies, lancing wounds won't make them heal, all that'd do is earn me your anger I'm tired I don't want to let people down don't want that don't need that happens without trying happens with trying happens --
Why are you a dog you're morphed oh fire why why why can't I feel anything right you feel so wrong and I don't fucking want to be in you you jackass but no apparently this is just happening to you don't bother wondering why the hell this freaks me out too don't bother not at all.
Rant aside, her emotions were swirling together, rising and falling with the cadence of words that didn't make sense, when they slipped from thought-out argument and response to a deluge of half-thoughts and impressions that were usually well confined to her own head, sorted into complete statements by familiarity and understanding. Anger, fear, panic, terror, disorientation, nothing positive like earlier, the falling apart of that conviction she'd been hanging onto that this was a dream, had to be a dream, but dreams didn't feel so real.
Her desperate bid to not be entirely out of control left her scrambling, taking enough control in a moment to produce a whine at the back of his dog form's throat. Sakura didn't know how to just let go. She didn't know how to give in like that to someone else, couldn't think how to make it okay.
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And you blamed me first, you're just as paranoid as I am but you just pretend that you're all nice and open when really you never tell anyone anything--you leave everything alone and then you get mad at me for not telling you...--
Then Sakura was taking control again, he was whining when he'd never given any order to his body to do that, and Marco stopping ranting as the fear flooded back. No! Stop it, just...stop it. Marco said, trying to cling onto whatever control he had and knowing that he couldn't keep all of it. Please, he said, hating the fact that he had to ask, hating having to beg just to be able to keep control of his own. Please, just don't.
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The last statement seemed to still her, the roil of emotions calming just enough to be noticeable. She didn't like what he was saying in return, defensiveness a sharp, knee-jerk emotional response that went along with a series of no and it's not like that and you do the same thing and a final note of I don't know how.
She wasn't pushing anymore, was forcing herself into a semblance of mental calm if the feeling of whirling out of control was still threatening to drop her back into the panic. I don't know what I'm doing, she said, voice tight with something akin to pain and apology. How do I stop?
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What she would get was the sense that Marco just didn't know how to respond to any of that, mixed in with an awkward uncomfortableness.
Maybe it's like morphing? Marco said finally, moving on to the one part that at least wasn't a minefield that he had no idea how to traverse. Okay, not that you know much about that - but you know, when we morph things like birds it's always better to just...let the bird fly. I don't know, just...don't try to do anything.
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Unfortunately, trying to not do anything was still partly an effort in not doing anything -- and she hadn't separated it from a physical effort to do the same. Thus she was unintentionally inhibiting Marco's ability to move in her extreme concentration on not doing anything at all.
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At first her breathing was regularizing his, if the panic that generated caused her to jump again before trying another way. It was very, very difficult to turn off her connection to functions she was used to having immense control over. Yet if she shut down, if she started meditating, maybe she could make it happen.
Abruptly, Sakura went "radio" silent, her feelings tampered down and more of a warm brush than an immediate, all concerning rush.
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Just a bit. He couldn't forget the fact that at any moment, she could try to wrestle control again.
I'm gonna demorph now, he said, focusing on changing back to his normal self. Well, as normal as he could be when he had Sakura stuck in his head.
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Wants had little to do with the reality.
When the demorphing started, her emotions started getting out of hand, responding to the physical almost-sensations with a disorienting burst of adrenaline-fueled fear.
She would have apologized for having that effect on his adrenal gland, but she wasn't doing this intentionally. Again. Wrong!
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Trying to ignore all of Sakura's emotions, he focused again on demorphing, soon returning back to being human.
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She was technically ignoring him by then, trying to make those raw edges less raw. Her fear and embarrassment were circling around on each other, along with a colder fear, and a burgeoning sense of resolve.
Something must be done.
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Marco at least now wasn't panicking anymore, but he still had a plenty amount of fear and anxiety of his own. He couldn't stay like this. He'd go mad.
Sakura was right though - they needed to do something. I'm going to contact the others, he said, pulling out his omnicomm and sending off a message to the other Animorphs.