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xistentiaooc2017-09-23 06:03 pm
spoofer) wrote in xistentiaooc2017-09-23 06:03 pm
Test Drive Meme #5
Test Drive Meme #5
You wouldn’t wake; i couldn’t sleep for years.
CRASH LANDING
Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.
And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.
Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.
Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.
When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
THE RAIN
Here comes the rain. Trickling down the rafters and tinkling down the trees, it starts as a drizzle and steadily increases to a downpour. Maybe it catches you by surprise, chasing you indoors or to share the umbrella of a friendly stranger. There's something oddly elaborate about the gutters of Xistentia's city-- it clearly carries the water toward the temple in the East, a storm system that causes the lamps to pulsate without threatening to shut down.
You'll notice too that you're prone to nostalgia which even infiltrate your dreams, memories sad or happy. This is easily a private experience, but you might find yourself wandering the city to get away from old ghosts or feeling invincible in the glow of memories. More oddly, whether or not you're an artist, you might be inspired to draw on the windows with your finger in the condensation.
Personal symbols, detailed illustrations, these inextricably lead back to the nostalgia. Whatever it is, it might pull someone to ask.
NETWORK
By now, the city of Xistentia has a population of over 400 people. Shops line the streets of downtown, and increasingly well-trodden paths will take you into the agricultural zones nearer to the forest or even down to the beach. There are still distinctive animal presences around— careful with that— but the most common critters you'll see are birds crapping on your stuff outside and tiny winged hairless people creeping your food.
One afternoon, you are taken from whatever you’re doing - taking a walk through the city, sunning yourself on the beach, running around in the forest shoring up defenses - by a message, appearing on your Daemon’s network screen. It’s a simple line of text, that reads:
It would appear that your daemon accidentally sent a picture, perhaps one from your photo roll or instagram, or a random shot of you or your surroundings. Wait. Was that a public network post? Wait—
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
hells yeah
Footnotes
- Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
- But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
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It was a word he never allowed to for himself, because there was far too much at stake with Hyrule in danger. Not to mention the issue of his lost memories, it made him feel as though he had no experience with romance. Not that Link ever shied away from a challenge, he always charged forward head-first into any situation. Why should love be any different? He simply hadn't felt that way for anyone.
But now, staring at Sidon, with the vivid knowledge that he'd leapt after him without hesitation, knowing that he would have done the same if the roles had been reversed. Was he-- Did he--
His heart pounded against his chest. Then, as efficiently as if he were launching himself towards a foe, he bridged the distance between them to press his mouth firmly against Sidon's in the only way he knew how to express himself properly. He couldn't trust his words, he rarely used them, he'd just have to show him! How much Sidon meant to him. ]
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But he was also known, similarly to Link, for charging ahead. It made sense that love was no exception that rule either. He'd never been afraid to speak his mind and while some elders didn't appreciate his bluntness, it seems that Link did. So he's glad for that, of course,
and more than glad for the way the blond man closes the distance between them and gifts him with a kiss.
He's kissing him back, of course, and a clawed hand raises up to grab onto the crook of his bare neck and deepen it further. He's loved Link for a while now, had only hoped that he would have the chance to tell him someday and - despite the circumstances - he's extremely glad that it presented itself. Now that his feelings are known (and reciprocated), he doesn't plan to let the man go anytime soon. ]
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Now he was kissing Sidon, the brother of Mipha. Dear Mipha who loved him so much, but who he could barely remember. What if he loved her back? What if they made love, had plans to be together, what if his feelings for Sidon were because of his forgotten love for his sister? With a grunt in the back of his throat he deepened the kiss and stubbornly refused to think that way. His past was gone, the focus needed to be on the present. Here. In an unknown land with his dearest friend, the person his heart raced for.
Another noise escaped him, this one softer. Not quite a moan, more of a sigh as he slid his tongue into Sidon's mouth- Then promptly yelped, muffled, as he cut himself on those sharp fangs. It wasn't too painful, it surprised him more than anything, and soon the tang of his blood could be tasted by them both. ]
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Sidon was too young to remember much before Link was put to sleep for one hundred years, but- His sister had always been encouraging. Supportive. Despite her own feelings, she would have wanted him (and both of them, possibly) just to be happy. He doesn't doubt for a second that the feelings they share are genuine either. He likes to think this kiss is proof of that, Link's warm tongue in his mouth and brushing over his teeth...
Sidon jolts a little himself when he hears that yelp. ] Link? [ he can't stop himself from asking. On impulse, he rolls his own tongue over his fangs and catches the iron tinge of blood. Oh. His pupils widen a little at the taste, something instinctual taking hold. It drives him to kiss Link again almost immediately, but- Not on the lips this time. His next kiss is placed to the bare skin of his shoulder, teeth skimming the pale surface of it. ]