Alrighty folks, I know we've had a few set backs and quite a few people who've been super busy.
Here's the deal; if you're still interested PM me to let me know. If you know someone dependable who likes the look of where things are going have them PM me.
If you're still in then I'm still in.
Nem is going to be taking a LOA, so I'll be controlling all the NPCs. If you had something going with her send everything you've got to me and I'll pick up the threads.
I would really still like to keep this going, but we're down quite a few players so I have put up something in the 'interest checks' section to see if we get any bites.I'd appreciate you guys pointing people who might be into it to the thread. Recruitment
Any questions before we get going???
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The Reawakening – Supplemental
*note* This story is based in the same world as the RP The Reawakening. If you'd like more background check out the main thread :)
Judy’s head jerked up suddenly. She had been crouching, resting on a half rotted log with her eyes closed as the flock circled her. Sometimes they could confuse her, and resting helped a bit. Today they were on edge, and their anxiety and caution in this new place was giving her a headache.
Suddenly they all froze. The few in the air plummeted in controlled movements to the ground, the ones who had been on the ground scratching or nibbling something simply froze in place. They moved as one, like a school of fish. Sparrows always moved like that, but the flock had become even more like a single entity since they had Joined with Judy.
The oldest male twitched his head back and forth, the jerky movements crafted by untold generations to be less likely to draw a predator’s gaze. He spotted the half-hidden man behind the tree before Judy did. It must have been his footstep that had drawn her attention.
Judy had frozen along with the sparrows, grateful now that her inherent caution had made her move a ways off the trail before she could allow herself to rest for a moment. The man was on the trail, near where she had left it. She was sure if he was any sort of tracker he would know exactly where she was, but other than jerking her head up she hadn’t so much as breathed.
The male sparrow hopped, and the others began to dither about at his cue; each of the tiny feathered bodies moving ever so slightly towards the man with each step, but never directly towards him. Then they used their new favorite trick, pretending they were normal sparrows.
The flock suddenly lifted, whirling and winging into the tree tops. The maneuver wasn’t one they had practiced, not that they ever had any difficulty working as a cohesive group. They had all adjusted to the Joining within a few days, becoming more like one being - one mind – than the small group of individuals driven to stick together by instinct. Now they were so much more, and changing every day.
The ruse seemed to work, the man’s eyes followed the flock as they flitted between branches. Some of them dropped down – away from Judy – to pretend to scavenge and dig for bugs. Their main goal had become protecting her, diverting attention. As much as she appreciated the intent overall they were becoming a bit creepy. Not that Judy would ever so much as think that where they could hear her. She didn’t even allow herself to fully form the thought.
The true change had happened the night they lost all but one of this years’ new fledglings. Before that they had been a flock, her flock. But that night they seemed to decide something in their tiny bird brains. They had somehow plucked the idea that they would be stronger together right out of Judy’s brain. Since then they had been morphing into this clever and multi-faceted single being. And Judy had to watch her thoughts. Carefully.
Judy stayed frozen in place for another few minutes, but the man didn’t move away. Somehow he knew she was there. He had hardly even shifted his weight, just as careful and patient as she was. Almost as if he was hiding from something too.
~~~
It had been such a long day…days really.
Jackson felt like he hadn’t had any rest, let along sleep, in the past week. Counting backwards he realised that, if he had the time right, it was more like 40 hours constantly on the move.
He could still feel the restless itch in the back of his head, but he was stuck there. Frozen. He was sure at least some of the terror that was running rampant through his brain as his body stayed stuck was due to the exhaustion…but he had no idea how much.
If he was honest with himself he had likely frozen just as much because he couldn’t force himself to move another inch, to face one more problem, as out of a fear response. He was just. So. Tired.
He stood still for another few moments, staring intently at the spot where he’d thought he had seen movement. It was possible there was someone in the brush there, but he couldn’t be sure. The branches and dead leaves and everything else in the woods seemed to conspire to hide whoever was there.
He’d thought the little flurry of sparrows had been what he had seen at first, but something deep in his gut told him there was a person there.
He felt as though he’d been holding his breath for days when a sudden rush of relief flooded his body. It couldn’t be his own, since nothing had changed in his vision, but he was just as sure as if he’d seen the woman for himself. Blue eyes. Safe.
Jackson relaxed his muscles, shuffling his feet to work out the cramps caused by standing stock still for so long and breathing for a minute before he called out.
“Hey. Who ever you are. It’s safe. I’m…” He paused, not sure what he was going to say, how he could convince her he was safe. He was saved further confusion by the expediency of a velvety snout brushing the woman’s elbow.
She jumped about three feet into the air at the unexpected contact. For such a huge animal wild horses could move soundlessly through the brush if they chose, and this one was a master of his craft. He had to be.
She was only about twenty feet off the trail, and Jackson could see the panic in her eyes as she looked his way. He lifted a hand out towards her, palm first as though he was saying ‘wait!’.
“It’s ok. He won’t hurt you. He’s with me.” A sudden flurry of sparrows darted down between the trees. Tiny bodies arrowing through branches without touching a single one. The stallion bobbed his head, whickering quietly at the sparrows.
Their flight took on a less aggressive mien and the flock landed on the leaf litter surrounding the woman. With the exception of one lone bird, who landed decisively on the broad back of the bay stallion.
The fear eased in the woman’s eyes, something Jackson was grateful to see; he wasn’t at all used to anyone being afraid of him. She stared at him suddenly, as if seeing his eerily white-blue eyes for the first time and said, so softly Jackson wouldn’t have heard her without the horses’ help “You’re…with him?”
Jackson nodded, something still telling him he shouldn’t move towards her. Despite the sparrows flitting around her, their tiny bodies never still, she reminded him more of a rabbit…a cornered rabbit. “Yes. I, uh. He found me. Two days ago…I think.”
She nodded slowly, and the little sparrow who had landed on the horse winged its way towards Jackson. It’s erratic sparrow flight oddly direct. Jackson could see it was a male and as it came closer he held a hand up in front of him, cautious of the sharp beak still driving its way towards him.
The little male landed on his outstretched hand delicately. It hardly weighed anything and if he hadn’t felt the puff of wind and the continuing sharp prick of tiny talons he wouldn’t have believed it at all. The bird made a sharp little chirp, then bobbed his head in a sort of nod before flitting back to his mistress.
As Jackson had been having this strange interaction with the sparrow, his stallion had been gently whuffling the woman’s hair; lipping the strands and blowing his hot breath down her collar.
A few impressions drifted through Jackson’s mind, without the confusion he’d felt the first few times this had happened. Nothing so definite as words, but the stallion had had a lot of practice with his own females and he could tell this one was unmated, and anxious by nature. Her sweat had a sour stink to it, likely caused by the same fear that had driven Jackson to run for the forest with only what he could stuff in a small back pack. With any luck this woman had had more foresight…and wouldn’t object to sharing.
She seemed to make a decision and she finally moved to join Jackson on the trial. “I’m Judy. These are…the Flock.” Jackson could here the capitalization of the word, and knew, without a doubt, that they were all hers.
He blinked a few times, then, belatedly, realized she was waiting for him to reply. “Oh. Right. I’m Jackson. He’s…a stallion.” He gestured lamely at the huge bulk of horse that had drifted seemingly on clouds to stand next to the two humans on the trail. The horse whickered, softly, and bobbed his head a bit before snuffling the hollow under Jackson’s ear. Claiming his attention and startling a laugh from the scruffy man at the tickle of the whiskers against his tender skin.
The woman, Judy, smiled a bit – more with her eyes than with the rest of her features, and nodded. “Yeah. I guess so.”
*note* This story is based in the same world as the RP The Reawakening. If you'd like more background check out the main thread :)
Judy’s head jerked up suddenly. She had been crouching, resting on a half rotted log with her eyes closed as the flock circled her. Sometimes they could confuse her, and resting helped a bit. Today they were on edge, and their anxiety and caution in this new place was giving her a headache.
Suddenly they all froze. The few in the air plummeted in controlled movements to the ground, the ones who had been on the ground scratching or nibbling something simply froze in place. They moved as one, like a school of fish. Sparrows always moved like that, but the flock had become even more like a single entity since they had Joined with Judy.
The oldest male twitched his head back and forth, the jerky movements crafted by untold generations to be less likely to draw a predator’s gaze. He spotted the half-hidden man behind the tree before Judy did. It must have been his footstep that had drawn her attention.
Judy had frozen along with the sparrows, grateful now that her inherent caution had made her move a ways off the trail before she could allow herself to rest for a moment. The man was on the trail, near where she had left it. She was sure if he was any sort of tracker he would know exactly where she was, but other than jerking her head up she hadn’t so much as breathed.
The male sparrow hopped, and the others began to dither about at his cue; each of the tiny feathered bodies moving ever so slightly towards the man with each step, but never directly towards him. Then they used their new favorite trick, pretending they were normal sparrows.
The flock suddenly lifted, whirling and winging into the tree tops. The maneuver wasn’t one they had practiced, not that they ever had any difficulty working as a cohesive group. They had all adjusted to the Joining within a few days, becoming more like one being - one mind – than the small group of individuals driven to stick together by instinct. Now they were so much more, and changing every day.
The ruse seemed to work, the man’s eyes followed the flock as they flitted between branches. Some of them dropped down – away from Judy – to pretend to scavenge and dig for bugs. Their main goal had become protecting her, diverting attention. As much as she appreciated the intent overall they were becoming a bit creepy. Not that Judy would ever so much as think that where they could hear her. She didn’t even allow herself to fully form the thought.
The true change had happened the night they lost all but one of this years’ new fledglings. Before that they had been a flock, her flock. But that night they seemed to decide something in their tiny bird brains. They had somehow plucked the idea that they would be stronger together right out of Judy’s brain. Since then they had been morphing into this clever and multi-faceted single being. And Judy had to watch her thoughts. Carefully.
Judy stayed frozen in place for another few minutes, but the man didn’t move away. Somehow he knew she was there. He had hardly even shifted his weight, just as careful and patient as she was. Almost as if he was hiding from something too.
~~~
It had been such a long day…days really.
Jackson felt like he hadn’t had any rest, let along sleep, in the past week. Counting backwards he realised that, if he had the time right, it was more like 40 hours constantly on the move.
He could still feel the restless itch in the back of his head, but he was stuck there. Frozen. He was sure at least some of the terror that was running rampant through his brain as his body stayed stuck was due to the exhaustion…but he had no idea how much.
If he was honest with himself he had likely frozen just as much because he couldn’t force himself to move another inch, to face one more problem, as out of a fear response. He was just. So. Tired.
He stood still for another few moments, staring intently at the spot where he’d thought he had seen movement. It was possible there was someone in the brush there, but he couldn’t be sure. The branches and dead leaves and everything else in the woods seemed to conspire to hide whoever was there.
He’d thought the little flurry of sparrows had been what he had seen at first, but something deep in his gut told him there was a person there.
He felt as though he’d been holding his breath for days when a sudden rush of relief flooded his body. It couldn’t be his own, since nothing had changed in his vision, but he was just as sure as if he’d seen the woman for himself. Blue eyes. Safe.
Jackson relaxed his muscles, shuffling his feet to work out the cramps caused by standing stock still for so long and breathing for a minute before he called out.
“Hey. Who ever you are. It’s safe. I’m…” He paused, not sure what he was going to say, how he could convince her he was safe. He was saved further confusion by the expediency of a velvety snout brushing the woman’s elbow.
She jumped about three feet into the air at the unexpected contact. For such a huge animal wild horses could move soundlessly through the brush if they chose, and this one was a master of his craft. He had to be.
She was only about twenty feet off the trail, and Jackson could see the panic in her eyes as she looked his way. He lifted a hand out towards her, palm first as though he was saying ‘wait!’.
“It’s ok. He won’t hurt you. He’s with me.” A sudden flurry of sparrows darted down between the trees. Tiny bodies arrowing through branches without touching a single one. The stallion bobbed his head, whickering quietly at the sparrows.
Their flight took on a less aggressive mien and the flock landed on the leaf litter surrounding the woman. With the exception of one lone bird, who landed decisively on the broad back of the bay stallion.
The fear eased in the woman’s eyes, something Jackson was grateful to see; he wasn’t at all used to anyone being afraid of him. She stared at him suddenly, as if seeing his eerily white-blue eyes for the first time and said, so softly Jackson wouldn’t have heard her without the horses’ help “You’re…with him?”
Jackson nodded, something still telling him he shouldn’t move towards her. Despite the sparrows flitting around her, their tiny bodies never still, she reminded him more of a rabbit…a cornered rabbit. “Yes. I, uh. He found me. Two days ago…I think.”
She nodded slowly, and the little sparrow who had landed on the horse winged its way towards Jackson. It’s erratic sparrow flight oddly direct. Jackson could see it was a male and as it came closer he held a hand up in front of him, cautious of the sharp beak still driving its way towards him.
The little male landed on his outstretched hand delicately. It hardly weighed anything and if he hadn’t felt the puff of wind and the continuing sharp prick of tiny talons he wouldn’t have believed it at all. The bird made a sharp little chirp, then bobbed his head in a sort of nod before flitting back to his mistress.
As Jackson had been having this strange interaction with the sparrow, his stallion had been gently whuffling the woman’s hair; lipping the strands and blowing his hot breath down her collar.
A few impressions drifted through Jackson’s mind, without the confusion he’d felt the first few times this had happened. Nothing so definite as words, but the stallion had had a lot of practice with his own females and he could tell this one was unmated, and anxious by nature. Her sweat had a sour stink to it, likely caused by the same fear that had driven Jackson to run for the forest with only what he could stuff in a small back pack. With any luck this woman had had more foresight…and wouldn’t object to sharing.
She seemed to make a decision and she finally moved to join Jackson on the trial. “I’m Judy. These are…the Flock.” Jackson could here the capitalization of the word, and knew, without a doubt, that they were all hers.
He blinked a few times, then, belatedly, realized she was waiting for him to reply. “Oh. Right. I’m Jackson. He’s…a stallion.” He gestured lamely at the huge bulk of horse that had drifted seemingly on clouds to stand next to the two humans on the trail. The horse whickered, softly, and bobbed his head a bit before snuffling the hollow under Jackson’s ear. Claiming his attention and startling a laugh from the scruffy man at the tickle of the whiskers against his tender skin.
The woman, Judy, smiled a bit – more with her eyes than with the rest of her features, and nodded. “Yeah. I guess so.”
If you get it up that quick I'll be thrilled!
Keep us posted :)
Keep us posted :)
I'm interested...am I too late? I'm ok with either scientist or subject ;)
Lol, sorry. My sisters and I used to say that to mean 'more than gigantic'...bad habit, lol. My brain thinks it's a real word. Whoops!
Yikes! I hope you feel better soon! I had a wicked cold last week and the week before that. Couldn't kick the darn thing and the sinus head ache was brutal. I hope yours isn't THAT cold! (It's going around here lately, and it's truly awful.)
Yikes! I hope you feel better soon! I had a wicked cold last week and the week before that. Couldn't kick the darn thing and the sinus head ache was brutal. I hope yours isn't THAT cold! (It's going around here lately, and it's truly awful.)
Mellie guided the fully loaded station wagon up the gentle incline and into the parking lot cautiously. She'd never packed her car this thoroughly before and she'd found it had even less manoeuvrability than she could normally expect, which wasn't much to begin with. Add to that the fact that she couldn't use her rear view mirror or side windows and she felt as though she was driving blind.
The little owl peered up at her from the nest she'd created in the hollow underneath the passenger side dashboard. She had been very careful to make sure he was both blocked from view of the window and that nothing would avalanche onto him, even if she had to break very suddenly. It had been a delicate and frustrating activity, made even more so by the insistence the little owl had for her making sure to leave a place where he could perch and look out the window, for once they got onto the highway. Mellie wasn't sure how she'd been so sure that he was insisting. His gently hoots weren't exactly forceful, and yet she couldn't shake the idea that he wanted her to make him a perch so he could watch the world fly past. The sense of satisfaction when she rolled her eyes at her own whim and placed a pillow on top of the pile was more than a little unsettling.
It had taken her hours to pack, and she wasn't sure exactly what use all of this was going to be if she couldn't drive right up to whatever place Landon was going to direct her to. She certainly didn't have a way to move it, and packing it all herself any real distance wasn't likely to end well. She wasn't out of shape, really, but she wasn't fighting fit either. Hauling everything out to the car had taken judicious use of a dolly she'd found tucked under the stairs in her basement and she'd made sure to pack the unwieldy device just in case.
She wheeled the wagon to a stop in a parking spot far from the entrance to the super mart. She didn't think she'd forgotten anything, but it wouldn't hurt to pick up a few, small, extras; drink powder, feminine supplies, biodegradable shampoo and conditioner, that sort of thing - the little extravagances that could make camping less of a trial. From what Landon had said she was pretty sure she'd be camping, but not positive. Maybe they would drive out to a seedy motel, or a cabin near one of the many lakes that peppered the country here.
She parked the car, opened the door, and stood leaning on it as she looked around. She hadn't had anything worth strapping to the roof, but she had brought ropes and bungee cords in case she found a great deal on a canoe or something. She wasn't holding her breath for it, but it was better to be prepared.
It seemed she'd beaten Landon here, although how that was possible she'd never know. She left the door open and sat back down in the drivers’ seat, leaving her feet on the pavement. Hopefully he'd be here soon, she didn't want to drive in the mountains while it was dark and at 2 pm they were getting close if she had any real distance to travel once she left Calgary. It had been a fair drive already from Lethbridge, but she'd been prepared for that part of the drive. She checked her watch, Landon had agreed to meet her here at 2pm today...hopefully he wasn't running too late.
I did not...I stayed home then went to bed, lol. Working ~60hrs/week will do that to you. Plus sick pets. *sigh*
You can definitely go with smoldering, the palms more so than the fingertips. Also, as soon as Polly realizes it (surprised rather than angry) or ttops being mad she WILL be burnt. The impervious-ness to flame only works while they're pissed off...atm. Eventually they'll gain control, but for now it only works when they're flaming mad ;)
...I'm going to go attempt to post. However, my brain is mushy, so forgive any ridiculous spelling issues, or tigantic plot holes.
You can definitely go with smoldering, the palms more so than the fingertips. Also, as soon as Polly realizes it (surprised rather than angry) or ttops being mad she WILL be burnt. The impervious-ness to flame only works while they're pissed off...atm. Eventually they'll gain control, but for now it only works when they're flaming mad ;)
...I'm going to go attempt to post. However, my brain is mushy, so forgive any ridiculous spelling issues, or tigantic plot holes.
Lol Happy (belated) St. Paddy's to you too :)
Ok, as for the posting dealy...I think we can keep the next round to quicker posts and do one-at-a-time PC/NPC sections. So, the next post for the characters should be something along the lines of them asking where we're going, and the PC replying with the info.
So, you can go ahead and post Bunnita and Nem can reply. Since we've got 2 PCs and 2 NPCs in the other string of posts we'll go in this order: Goldmarble, me, Nem, Me. Hopefully with enough cohesive conversation to really move things along.
Also, Thanks for sticking around folks :) I'm updating the 'active' bit of the first OOC thread riiight NOW.
Also, I'll have my next post up (with Mellie) tonight (yay for a night off! I've been working waaay too much!)
...I may also do a bonus story and post it in the 'sharing' part of the forum, we'll see how much time I have. If I do, though, it'll be a completely new character and I'll be sure to linky it here XD
Ok, as for the posting dealy...I think we can keep the next round to quicker posts and do one-at-a-time PC/NPC sections. So, the next post for the characters should be something along the lines of them asking where we're going, and the PC replying with the info.
So, you can go ahead and post Bunnita and Nem can reply. Since we've got 2 PCs and 2 NPCs in the other string of posts we'll go in this order: Goldmarble, me, Nem, Me. Hopefully with enough cohesive conversation to really move things along.
Also, Thanks for sticking around folks :) I'm updating the 'active' bit of the first OOC thread riiight NOW.
Also, I'll have my next post up (with Mellie) tonight (yay for a night off! I've been working waaay too much!)
...I may also do a bonus story and post it in the 'sharing' part of the forum, we'll see how much time I have. If I do, though, it'll be a completely new character and I'll be sure to linky it here XD
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