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- !location: vehicle bays,
- !plot: soulcatcher,
- !status: open,
- alendian,
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- azula,
- chell,
- daniel jackson,
- dean winchester,
- devlin levin,
- dustin brooks,
- eleventh doctor,
- elisa maza,
- ellyn vitner,
- erhart,
- goliath,
- hikari yagami,
- hit girl,
- ildraniath,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john crichton,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- malcolm reynolds,
- marco,
- morgan knight,
- negi springfield,
- nima,
- phillip,
- river song,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- sam winchester,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- shoutarou hidari,
- sumeragi lee noriega,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vala mal doran,
- victoria waterfield,
- 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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Such impractical designs. She was observing the temples Far too easy to attack and difficult to defend. Your altitude was your only true defense.
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The altitude had been more for seclusion than defense. Temples were places of spiritual retreat, where Air Nomads could reflect on the things they learned in their travels through the material world, and restore their connection to the realm of the immaterial.
"Brother?" she called, as they entered the temple. It was always quiet in the temple, but now the quiet suggested emptiness, rather than just tranquility. "Aang, are you here?"
I don't think he's here.
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Her voice echoed distorting into frightening sounds but no movement or sounds of response came back to them. Azula sighed. "Figures, the one time I actually want to see him that doesn't involve capturing or killing him."
Ah there was a pleasant memory, one of so few, the feeling of triumph watching her lightning burn through his young body before he could reach the Avatar state. That had been such a good day for her.
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For a moment, she was dizzy. She was nauseous. She took a step, trying to regain her peace in the face of the images of death in her head.
You would do that?
Her affection for Aang - My brother my friend my Avatar my - rose up, and Nima latched onto them, using them to flood out her feelings of discomfort.
She lingered just a little too long over the image, suddenly hungry for images of the little boy Aang had been when he'd been thrown, alone, into a destiny he was not ready for. The Aang she didn't know - the one without any of his elders and friends to guide him when he'd needed guidance most.
You would do that? And it would bring you joy?
The urge to weep overtook Nima - not just for Aang, for his courage facing this terrible enemy, for his solitude that no Air Nomad before him had ever had to endure - but for Azula, as well. With it came pity.
You poor girl. No wonder you're so afraid. You have so much to be afraid of.
Karma was going to ruin her.
Perhaps it already had.
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"SILENCE!" She spat and fire burst from her stomping foot leaving a scorched mark on the floor.
"I'd do it a thousand times and laugh." She growled wishing she had a face she could glare into. "Do you have any idea who I am really?"
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More help than she, an unwise young nun, could give. But who on the ship could give it?
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"And you won't be the last. But there is no help for me. And especially none that I can gain from someone who should have died long ago and stayed that way."
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Her thoughts were calm again, as she distanced herself from the horror of watching Aang die by a hand that felt like hers. As she considered it again, something inside her utterly rejected the idea. And yet -
Her mind touched on something, but she pulled the errant thoughts back to the present. There was something she did not want Azula to hear her think.
Perhaps this is exactly what was meant to happen. You and I are both still mortal precisely because we don't know everything, yet.
She managed to sustain a moment of mental silence before adding, Perhaps there is even a purpose in our situation now. Perhaps I am meant to be here to help you find the help you need.
She was unwise, but surely she would return to her body again, and when she did, she could find someone to help this poor, damaged girl, before Azula made her karma even worse for herself and doomed herself to an unbearable rebirth.
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But she was losing her temper again and knowing that, made her angry.
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They could debate destiny later . . . once they were back in their own minds.
"We can get in touch with him that way."
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"Perfect." She muttered annoyed.
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As they read through the messages, Nima got the sinking feeling they might be stuck like this for a while.
Maybe that was some time she could spend helping this girl be a little less negative in her karma . . . for all their sakes.
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Then again, what was Nima but just another voice to ignore? If Azula kept her focus then what were the odds that Nima would be able to overpower control of her body?
"I don't suppose you have any ideas?" She grumbled for the moment a flame burnt out.
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In a way, Azula's family had won. Aang had ended their war, but it would still have been ages in the Four Nations before the population of airbenders was rebuilt, and the culture might never be the same.
The Daligig and the Ohm might have changed that, but still, the wound that Azula and her predecessors had inflicted on the air nomads would not heal easily.
No. I don't, yet. Except meet with the others, and see if together we can figure out how to fix this.
She didn't want to live as a firebender, as another voice in someone's already crowded head.
She didn't want to share her head with this many voices.
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That was going to make doing her chores at the Drunken Dragon difficult. There were always a lot of people there. But those, she could skip out on. Kang would understand.
The glowsloths, on the other hand . . . those she couldn't skip out on.
Princess, I really don't want to impose on the use of your body, but until we get this sorted out, I still have a herd of animals that depend on me to take care of them.
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"They're animals. I'm sure they'll be fine until some sort of a solution can be met."
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The princess wasn't going to like this.
They need grooming and socializing, and they also need to be fed. If I don't monitor their diet, they'll just scavenge and what they find might not be good for them, if it isn't outright poisonous. And . . . they'll be breeding soon. I need to keep an eye on that.
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"I still don't see how any of that is my problem." She tried to sound above it all. "Perhaps you should have come up with a backup plan. Who would take care of them if you were suddenly taken on a long mission?"
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Bargaining with Azula seemed like a potentially futile effort. Still, what else could Nima do?
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