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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-11-24 02:38 pm

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!]

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-26 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart awakens as well. Staring out of strange, eldar eyes. Feeling strange sensations, psychic ones. He snarls, and tries to clutch at his head, only to find that he is not within his own form.

"HOW HAVE YOU ENSORCELED ME, HELL KITE? WHY AM I WITHIN YOU?
quick_strike: (my sword)

[personal profile] quick_strike 2011-11-26 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
By the gods, there was something in her head. And it was...it was that brute of a Space Marine. There was a great wave of emotion, far more than what humans felt, that flowed through her.

"Quiet, fool! Do you think I would purposefully do....this?!"

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I will not be silent! And if it was not you, was it your meddling master? The farseer? Has she played us both for fools?"

And it's at this point that Erhart's body walks in, and says to them both, "Peace and love to you both, Chosen ones! Is it not wondrous to be united in both body and mind?"

Erhart roars with inchoate rage inside the Eldar's mind.
quick_strike: (was that supposed to be funny)

[personal profile] quick_strike 2011-11-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Her hands grasp her head and she runs through every Eldar technique taught to the children to shield their minds. To Erhart, it would be flagrant sorcery but it was an Eldar's way of living. Unfortunately, it did nothing about the voice in her head.

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart goes from bellowing rage to quiet venom. "You will all die for this violation."
quick_strike: (haha no)

[personal profile] quick_strike 2011-11-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You will be the one to die for violating my private space!" It was anger versus anger in her head. This clearly wasn't going to end well.

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-27 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nobody is angrier than a Black Templar! Well, except maybe a Khorne Berserker. His sheer rage will force an involuntary movement from her, and her hands will clutch a little harder at her head. "I am no witch! I care nothing for you, except to slay you if you are worthy of the effort."
quick_strike: (was that supposed to be funny)

[personal profile] quick_strike 2011-11-27 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Alendian found her hands moving against her will, which made her all the more angrier. "See! That at what your meddling does, fool!"

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2011-11-29 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart goes silent, realizing he can move the body. Time to go to the Temple of the Aguila, to pray to the God-Emperor for forgiveness for this most manifest of sins. He's trying to make her go there and prostrate herself.

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[personal profile] quick_strike 2011-11-29 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
He'll find it hard going because Alendian is just as determined to not move anywhere the Space Marine wants to go.