celestial nights

It's a whole brave new world out there-- {Independent post GF Reese/Liese}

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@celestedemon [m!a rp]

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Raven couldn’t keep himself from chuckling a bit at her reaction. At least she was taking this strange turn of events in stride. And to think, he’d been dreading her reaction to seeing him in this strange state. “It probably would be.” he mused a bit quietly at her comment. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was too scared to even try flying. The pilot got a deep-seeded feeling of dread just thinking about it. A million things could go wrong, so he decided keeping his feet, or talons, firmly planted on the ground was the best bet.

"Magic?" he parroted, looking over to her. At first it sound completely absurd, but then again— "I guess stranger things have happened to us." Fighting against Ancient Zoidian Gods, coming back from death, innumerable other things; maybe magic was less outlandish than other things that had already happened to them. The Imperial glanced over to her when she moved and asked if he was sure. He subconsciously moved his wings a bit, so she had more room, before they folded flush to his back. "Of course I’m comfortable with it, Reese. I trust you with my life, so of course I can trust you with my mind."

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His words resonated deep within her, and a rare, full width smile graces her lips; saying nothing except conveying an honest silent gratitude. She chose not to say anything further, it would be best not to delay the process and instead pushed forward with the ordeal. Following the signal demonstrated by his newly obtained appendages, the Zoidian lifts herself onto the bed so that her knees are supported by the mattress.

Firstly, her digits reach out and line the crown of his head which seemed even fluffier with his recently grown plumage. Her touch is gentle, steadfast. She then closes the gap between them, with lids falling to a close and finally her forehead presses against his, a chilled feeling felt on contact. 

Images, diverse and sparse in nature fill her head instantly. They flicker fast, and it's almost impossible to grab hold of just one memory. But with perseverance, she internally glides past that not pertaining to today's events.

Reese traces the line which draws to that of hours, minutes, seconds ago. From the moment of waking, to beginning conversation. She explores further, reaches out for the unknown. A dark cloud hangs in the distance, her peripheral form grasping out at the blackness. 

A blinding light, and she's thrown back, physically and mentally. Pain strikes her own mind, as if it was a door she was not meant to enter. As the Zoidian connects with reality, her eyes ease open but with blurred vision, a lingering headache is now threatening. Is he alright?

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Quasar was glad when the Organoid slowly stepped out of hiding. Once again he tilted his head, looking her over with one eye and then the other, trying to take in every detail with those giant optics. Familiar. Very familiar. But impossible. There was no way this was her. Organoids were rare and she had died long ago… hadn’t she? This whole situation was making his processors swim. Teeth and claws clicked in thought, not in aggression, as he filtered through broken and missing data and memories to supply some sort of rational answer to what he was seeing.

"I am?" that troubled Vega a good bit. He could have sworn the capital city was close by. Maybe he was a lot more lost than he’d originally bargained for. "Well in that case its a good thing I ran into you, Reese!" he laughed, folding his arms behind his head. He didn’t feel like he was in any danger, so why have his hands at the controls? That name, however, stuck in his head. He was sure he’d heard it somewhere before, but he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Oh well, he didn’t get a bad vibe from her so he was sure he wouldn’t need to worry.

The Fuhrer had pressed himself down to the sand, or at least his torso, so that his head was lightly resting at the ground, nose level to the Organoid. Legs were crouched down, tail slowly sweeping a few feet above the sun-baked ground as he idled away in thought. He had to nearly cross his optics to see her properly, but he didn’t want to move his head too much and make the Organoid nervous; he was very aware that he had a mouth full of dangerous-looking teeth. Vega’s mind was calm through the link, so he allowed himself to relax as well; his young pilot was an excellent judge of situations so he trusted him completely.

"Me? I don’t really want anything but—" his hands fell back to his sides, feeling a little embarrassed asking, "—could you perhaps help us find a town or something? My buddy’s getting really tired and I don’t have any more supplies." his cheerful voice and sunny disposition hid just how serious their situation was. He had no food, no water and no place to go, and Quasar was dangerously low on energy from whatever force had hit them earlier. They were still up and functioning, though, and that was enough to assure Vega that everything would be alright. Optimistic to a fault—

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Is that a hint of recognition? She can't quite decipher it, and she'll quote-- this boy is something of a mystery. Her own sea foam coloured optics that glance intermittently at the male invoke thoughts -- thoughts that trace to certain subjects. And then, lets not forget she isn't incredibly inclined to looking after children. How can he act so carefree at a time like this? The subject alone invites a firmer grip on the controls belonging to the pilot, and in turn that prompts a coercing low-seated rumble emanating from the belly of the Zoid.

She couldn't just leave him, that was out of the question. It was an option, that much was obvious. But the road to solitude was unforgiving and something akin to kindness kindles within her at that moment, though with tones of what could be considered annoyance. Acting like this forever wouldn't work. Wasn't she trying to better herself?

Fatigue was most certainly evident within the boys features, despite the cheeriness he wears with much ease. And a chance look south would provide intelligence that something has caught her partner's interest. At this point, it seemed that all directions led to reaching some sort of respite and truthfully, the fresh air would be appreciated. 

The radius of the area could be considered safe. The target she had been tracking up until now had long since gone, repercussions would follow later, but currently that was not of the issue. A haughty sigh is withheld, and her fingers which were once tightly wrapped against the controls, release. Lips tinted with the faintest of carmine, resume the flow of speech.

"Unfortunately, there isn't one for miles." She says with some kind of false dejected tone. "If you are willing to stop now, then." And there's a simple pause for effect. "I may be able to help you." Gesturing in the direction of the area outside, nimbly she rises from the chair of the cockpit. Before departing, a firm placement of the hand descends upon the armrest, triggering one further growl --  reassuring in nature, encouraging, to a degree. On the way out, a pack containing supplies destined for a few days use is retrieved and slung over her shoulder.

The screen retracts and the Zoidian exits. Sturdy in nature, she jumps from quite a height but finds herself landing with much ease, the subtle earthy crunch sounding from beneath her boots. Specula still happens to be peering at the foreign Zoid, and despite trying to converse with the Organoid mentally, it seems her thoughts are elsewhere. Once the trail of knowledge is caught, it is difficult to steer her otherwise.

Now all that was left, was to see if the boy would follow and venture outside. 

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[ I'm pretty much off my Hiatus period now, so if anyone would like to thread hit me up and we can plot something! I'd love for Reese to make more friends. ]

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ZOIDS BD-BOX記念！ | りんくん

[corvus-alchiba]

@celestedemon [m!a rp]

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His wings moved out of the way of their own accord when she sat next to him, which the pilot was grateful for. A slight chuckle escaped him at her comment. “Yeah, I guess it does. We’ll just have to make sure you don’t suddenly sprout wings and feathers too, Éan gorm.” the whole situation was quite ironic. Of all things to turn into, it had to be a blackbird. Oh well, in some ways it was better this than another animal. At least he was relatively harmless as long as he kept his claws and talons in check.

“That’s what’s bothering me, too. It happened far too quickly.” as he spoke, one of his wings wrapped around Reese a bit in an unconscious action, “I don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary last night that might have caused it or given me any warning, so I don’t know what to tell you.” Her next suggestion caught him a little off-guard, and he was quiet for a few moments as he considered it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Reese, he trusted her with his life and his secrets, but he wasn’t sure if it would reveal anything of any merit. “… I don’t know if it’ll work but… if you want to give it a try, then its fine with me.”

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"Oh? I wouldn't consider that of being negative." She replies, a smirk accenting jesting tones. "Personally, I think it would suit me." Leaning forward slightly, slender fingers would gesture in outward motions; mimicking wings of her own. Her head dips slightly before retracting them after the brief demonstration. "Well, I suppose it would be nice to fly rather than walk. --Must be amazing to be amongst the stars." She murmurs, merely as an afterthought.

A nod of agreement came in response of his statement, combined with silent appreciation of the armoring wings. "You were fine this morning before I went downstairs. I--.. Well, Perhaps it's the talk of books, but I hardly thought things like magic would be possible in this world. But it's the only conclusion I can arrive at." Curling her legs onto the bed, she would subconsciously wrap her arms around them, chin resting against knees. "I'm aware that it might not work." Regardless, she would never take the subject of reading his mind lightly. "Are you certain you're comfortable with me doing so--?"

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ラフ交換 | まめまる

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excuse you

[celestedemon]

That's quite offending, actually.

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“I’m surprised by it too. I mean, its not like every day I wake up with wings, covered in feathers.” well his sarcastic nature definitely wasn’t damaged by the transformation. He let out a loud sigh, wings flopping unceremoniously onto the bed behind him. This was going to take a good deal of getting used to. He glanced at her when she touched his hand, just watching her idly.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” he responded, looking up to her again, “I just… can’t feel as well. I think its because of the scales.” his thicker skin and now scaling made it difficult to feel much of anything. It was rather disorienting the first time he tried to get up and realized he couldn’t really feel the table he had used to push himself up. Well, maybe now that he knew it wouldn’t be such a bother.

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She pulls a light smirk, and in turn made an imminent decision to place herself beside him, grace in movement. "It suits you quite well, Ion Dubh~" Remarking in utmost flamboyance, a quick wink in tune with her words. Aquamarine tufts of hair would lay graciously upon a downy shoulder, finding comfort amongst his new feathered appendages.

"But I'm glad to know there was no pain involved. Though, I am concerned for how sudden this was. -- I know you don't know how this came to be, but surely there's some form of an explanation behind it." She states, mumbling slightly. There's a slight pause between words, considering an alternate option. "I..could look myself." Her words hinge, finding difficulty in asking. She does not particularly enjoy using her powers on him. "--To find out why, of course. Nothing more."