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- !location: vehicle bays,
- !plot: soulcatcher,
- !status: open,
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- negi springfield,
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- river song,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- sam winchester,
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- shoutarou hidari,
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- tim drake/red robin,
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- wheatley,
- xander
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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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.