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expedition filter // dead zone border
[ This here be a (kinda backdated) general catch all for all the people wanting to react to the border crossing. Have at. ]
[ Arya knew they were to cross into the Dead Zone today. Remembering how it felt last time, she was determined to not let it affect her now. She'd mounted Aemon (the unicorn she had found, named and subsequently claimed for herself) and set off at a light pace. Nymeria still eyed the unicorn as prey, but she had not tried to eat him yet. Arya was grateful. The direwolf followed after them, panting happily for once.
When Aemon brings them into the Dead Zone, it feels like having a part of her abruptly severed. A limb perhaps. Her heart. There is no pain yet the feeling cuts deeper than even pain. Arya gasps. She stumbles, but her dancing master taught her balance in another world, so she manages to grab Aemon's neck and stays on.
Still outside the Dead Zone, Nymeria yelps. The wolf circles desperately, ears flat against her head and eyes wild. Her tail is tucked under. Righting herself on the saddle, Arya calls to her. ]
Nymeria, to me. To me!
[ The direwolf doesn't come. Too distressed. She looks in pain. Arya jumps off and runs to her before Nymeria hurts herself or someone else. The moment she is out as well both relax. The direwolf bounds to her and hides her face against Arya's stomach. ]
It's fine. It's all right, Nymeria. There's nothing to be scared of. You've been in there before.
[ Last time did not feel like this. ]
When Aemon brings them into the Dead Zone, it feels like having a part of her abruptly severed. A limb perhaps. Her heart. There is no pain yet the feeling cuts deeper than even pain. Arya gasps. She stumbles, but her dancing master taught her balance in another world, so she manages to grab Aemon's neck and stays on.
Still outside the Dead Zone, Nymeria yelps. The wolf circles desperately, ears flat against her head and eyes wild. Her tail is tucked under. Righting herself on the saddle, Arya calls to her. ]
Nymeria, to me. To me!
[ The direwolf doesn't come. Too distressed. She looks in pain. Arya jumps off and runs to her before Nymeria hurts herself or someone else. The moment she is out as well both relax. The direwolf bounds to her and hides her face against Arya's stomach. ]
It's fine. It's all right, Nymeria. There's nothing to be scared of. You've been in there before.
[ Last time did not feel like this. ]
[the border itself isn't that strange. it reminds him a little of the Grid, before he and Flynn started building. he glances around, then starts across with everyone else.
then it starts. a strange, slow, crawling feeling. anyone nearby will find it pretty hard to miss.... the black pixels that make up CLU's body armor, gloves, and boots start to fade and flake away, like dried paint crackling and falling off of an old board. his golden circuits gutter, then fade entirely, the ghosts of theory tracks sliding out of sight like a disappearing watermark. and in their place, veins start to thread their way through his skin. sensation starts to replace simple data input, and he's aware of the heat of the sun, the smell of the grass...
and yes, he's too busy studying the veins on the underside of his wrist to realize one important detail:
he's stark naked. yeah, have fun reacting to this one.]
then it starts. a strange, slow, crawling feeling. anyone nearby will find it pretty hard to miss.... the black pixels that make up CLU's body armor, gloves, and boots start to fade and flake away, like dried paint crackling and falling off of an old board. his golden circuits gutter, then fade entirely, the ghosts of theory tracks sliding out of sight like a disappearing watermark. and in their place, veins start to thread their way through his skin. sensation starts to replace simple data input, and he's aware of the heat of the sun, the smell of the grass...
and yes, he's too busy studying the veins on the underside of his wrist to realize one important detail:
he's stark naked. yeah, have fun reacting to this one.]
[Yeah, while all you guys are having shock and awe moments- once Zelos gets over the momentary shock of losing your powers and enhanced senses? So being filled with elation and pumping his fist in the air and shouts very happily.]
OH YEAH! Finally on our way! ♪
OH YEAH! Finally on our way! ♪
Edited 2012-08-22 20:38 (UTC)
[Zelos's eyes also widen at that. Because okay what the frick just happened. WHo heard of magical clothes that disappeared like that? After a second, he finally comes up with what to say.]
...Man, I hope you packed spares, 'cause you're gonna get cold.
...Man, I hope you packed spares, 'cause you're gonna get cold.
Edited 2012-08-22 20:45 (UTC)
Arya.... [he doesn't even look up. the veins are a focal point, now, something to ground around as he fights to coordinate breath and blood and mind, where before, all was one simple executable. thanks to Flynn's meditation lessons, he's managing]
.... Gimme a second, okay....?
.... Gimme a second, okay....?
[Yuan grimaces sourly as they cross the border into the Dead Zone, instantly feeling his connection to mana torn away. He wishes the feeling wasn't so familiar, but he knows all too well how it is. He'll be off-balance for the next couple of hours, grouchy and snappish for the next couple of days, and then adjust entirely for the duration, except for the occasional twinges of absence when he tries to reach for a sense or a power that simply isn't there.
Surely the first-timers have it worse, but that knowledge doesn't make sudden mana-blindness any less unpleasant.]
Surely the first-timers have it worse, but that knowledge doesn't make sudden mana-blindness any less unpleasant.]
[at first, CLU doesn't hear him.... He's too busy adapting to having a human body again. Camp Half Blood hadn't been a picnic, but now, expecting it, it's a little easier. after a moment, he looks up]. What'd you say, man?
[Okay, that's...kind of amusing, really. And at this point, Yuan's not going to feel remotely bad about a bit of schadenfreude.]
I guess that answers that question.
I guess that answers that question.
Huh? .... I ...
[he tries, focusing his mind. hopefully the pattern will reform....]
I can't...
[he tries, focusing his mind. hopefully the pattern will reform....]
I can't...
[Danny blanches and stumbles as he steps into the dead zone. One step he was normal.
...Okay, normal for him.
The next? He nearly tripped over his own feet as he felt the familiar cold chill in his center vanish. Suddenly he felt heavy and clumsy, like he had those few times when his powers had been shorted out. But this was worse. Much worse.
He was human again.]
...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
...Okay, normal for him.
The next? He nearly tripped over his own feet as he felt the familiar cold chill in his center vanish. Suddenly he felt heavy and clumsy, like he had those few times when his powers had been shorted out. But this was worse. Much worse.
He was human again.]
...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
.....What question? [modesty, what's that?]
[ Well things seemed fine at first, just a nice leisurely stroll into this place everyone was calling the Dead Zone. It wasn't nearly as bad as the name seemed to imply it was going to be. James almost has to wonder how it even got that name in the first place.
And then he takes a step across the invisible border line, and then another. and suddenly his body is stretching out, his feet and hands are getting sharper, he hunches over as his bag slips off his shoulder and onto the ground. In a matter of seconds a full grown stag is standing where James was, looking slightly bewildered. This is the second time something like this has happened to him, and the fact that his transformations seem to be going rogue on him isn't becoming any more amusing the second time around. ]
And then he takes a step across the invisible border line, and then another. and suddenly his body is stretching out, his feet and hands are getting sharper, he hunches over as his bag slips off his shoulder and onto the ground. In a matter of seconds a full grown stag is standing where James was, looking slightly bewildered. This is the second time something like this has happened to him, and the fact that his transformations seem to be going rogue on him isn't becoming any more amusing the second time around. ]
.... That didn't happen the last couple times. [he looks down at himself, completely comfortable with being naked in front of a ton of strangers] Last time, it just changed the skin configuration to that ugly shirt and jeans.
Okayyyy.....
[the unspoken question: what's the big deal?]
[the unspoken question: what's the big deal?]
[Well, gosh, this is one of those times to be glad you are an utterly average human with no magical sparkly powers at all, isn't it? Especially when it puts you on even ground with everyone else.
The Once-ler is nothing if not stubborn and determined. He'll be using this time of confusion to subtly try to steer his wagon in the opposite direction and head back to the castle. Or anywhere, really. Anywhere that isn't HERE or with PEOPLE
LATER SUCKERS]
The Once-ler is nothing if not stubborn and determined. He'll be using this time of confusion to subtly try to steer his wagon in the opposite direction and head back to the castle. Or anywhere, really. Anywhere that isn't HERE or with PEOPLE
LATER SUCKERS]
[Martel is still fuzzy because she's just hit the Dead Zone barrier and is now feeling the effects of not being an angel or having any sorts of magic whatsoever. But she can still tell which direction they're supposed to be going in.] Once-ler. You are not going back to the Castle.
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