How do you describe the sensation of becoming?
Even having experienced it, you do not know...
Even having experienced it, you do not know...
Under the Eyes of the Stars (Destiny Quest)
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Eyes Up, Guardian
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
How do you describe the sensation of becoming?
Even having experienced it, you do not know what words you would use...
To feel yourself enter existence where previously you had ceased to be. To feel your self reformed and restored in a haze of indescribability. A moment wherein you are both nothing, and yet at the same time you are something. Disembodied, beyond the boundary of physical, and yet still you understand the world and your place in it.
The moment passes...
Sensations come rushing into you, familiar ones this time, Pain as LIGHT blazes across the empty space, you gasp still dead air and taste its rancid tang, filled with copper and emptiness. The beat of your heart stutters and pounds in your ears, hammering in your chest as visions dance before your eyes, fleeting, ephemeral, reflections of a memory on the surface of a pond as the wind kicks up around you and you see...
You see...
[] [Origin] The horizon slowly curving as gravity forces you into your seat, the lights of the great cities winking out one by one as you speed towards the stars, a desperate flight from a burning home...
[] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[] [Origin] An endless field, a tower in the distance, and standing before it a legion of foes, vicious and thousands strong.
Then the vision is gone,the pain is gone, everything is gone.
"...Guardian?"
Open your eyes...
You come awake, slowly, almost languidly. Everything that was your first awakening relegated to memory. You feel... Good.
"Hey... Guardian!"
You jerk upright, looking around for the source of the feminine voice, slightly reverberant, almost mechanical, but not quite. You scan left, then right, and a little bundle of shifting pieces of machinery tilts slightly, like a single eyeball regarding you curiously.
Something tickles at your senses as you look at it, a feeling of warmth in the cold. "Ohhh Yes! Look at you! It's really you isn't it! Finally!" You jumped back as the thing swoops towards you, zipping around you in a tight rising spiral before coming to rest at eye level. "I thought I'd never find you! I looked so many places! All over the place! But here you are! All the way out here!"
It's warm... Is all you can think. This little robot-thing, it's warm to the touch. No... More like it radiates warmth, constant and soothing, or like a gentle caress. Some sort of presence that eludes your understanding, yet is very real to your senses.
You look to the little light and blink.
Come to think of it...
[] [First Impressions] Who.. . Or what are you?
[] [First Impressions] Where am I?
[] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
Even having experienced it, you do not know what words you would use...
To feel yourself enter existence where previously you had ceased to be. To feel your self reformed and restored in a haze of indescribability. A moment wherein you are both nothing, and yet at the same time you are something. Disembodied, beyond the boundary of physical, and yet still you understand the world and your place in it.
The moment passes...
Sensations come rushing into you, familiar ones this time, Pain as LIGHT blazes across the empty space, you gasp still dead air and taste its rancid tang, filled with copper and emptiness. The beat of your heart stutters and pounds in your ears, hammering in your chest as visions dance before your eyes, fleeting, ephemeral, reflections of a memory on the surface of a pond as the wind kicks up around you and you see...
You see...
[] [Origin] The horizon slowly curving as gravity forces you into your seat, the lights of the great cities winking out one by one as you speed towards the stars, a desperate flight from a burning home...
[] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[] [Origin] An endless field, a tower in the distance, and standing before it a legion of foes, vicious and thousands strong.
Then the vision is gone,the pain is gone, everything is gone.
"...Guardian?"
Open your eyes...
You come awake, slowly, almost languidly. Everything that was your first awakening relegated to memory. You feel... Good.
"Hey... Guardian!"
You jerk upright, looking around for the source of the feminine voice, slightly reverberant, almost mechanical, but not quite. You scan left, then right, and a little bundle of shifting pieces of machinery tilts slightly, like a single eyeball regarding you curiously.
Something tickles at your senses as you look at it, a feeling of warmth in the cold. "Ohhh Yes! Look at you! It's really you isn't it! Finally!" You jumped back as the thing swoops towards you, zipping around you in a tight rising spiral before coming to rest at eye level. "I thought I'd never find you! I looked so many places! All over the place! But here you are! All the way out here!"
It's warm... Is all you can think. This little robot-thing, it's warm to the touch. No... More like it radiates warmth, constant and soothing, or like a gentle caress. Some sort of presence that eludes your understanding, yet is very real to your senses.
You look to the little light and blink.
Come to think of it...
[] [First Impressions] Who.. . Or what are you?
[] [First Impressions] Where am I?
[] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
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Character Sheet
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Aly
Level 1 Human ??? Hunter
Level 1 Human ??? Hunter
Ghost: Ruby
Primary Weapon: None
Special Weapon: None
Power Weapon: None
Abilities:
Special Weapon: None
Power Weapon: None
Abilities:
- Survival Knife: Light-enhanced knife, found on a derelict boat.
Throwing Knife: Invigorate your knife with burning light and hurl it at an enemy, dealing Solar damage and burning over time. - ???
- ???
- ???
- ???
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
reserved for something else
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Reserved just in case, you may now post
- Location
- MN
[X] [Origin] An endless field, a tower in the distance, and standing before it a legion of foes, vicious and thousands strong.
Always did like the exo
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
Always did like the exo
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
- Location
- Somewhere.
[X] [Origin] The horizon slowly curving as gravity forces you into your seat, the lights of the great cities winking out one by one as you speed towards the stars, a desperate flight from a burning home...
SPAAAAACE
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
-[X] Who am I?
Apologies if we're not supposed to be write-inning stuff. If so, just, y'know, ignore it.
SPAAAAACE
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
-[X] Who am I?
Apologies if we're not supposed to be write-inning stuff. If so, just, y'know, ignore it.
[X] [Origin] The horizon slowly curving as gravity forces you into your seat, the lights of the great cities winking out one by one as you speed towards the stars, a desperate flight from a burning home...
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
[X] [Origin] An endless field, a tower in the distance, and standing before it a legion of foes, vicious and thousands strong.
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
[X] [First Impressions] Who are you?
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
If I want write-ins I will generally put an option specifically for them.
Besides, this is just the first impression, as the category says. You'll ask all of those questions really, you're just picking which one you ask first, it's a priorities/personality thing.
I need to sleep now, but I will close votes once I wake~
kinigget
Best Demon
- Location
- People's Republic of Portland
I have no idea what any of those mean, but let's do this
[X] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
[X] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Hmm... Closing~
EDIT: Never mind, looking closer that's a three-way origin tie.
You guys get half an hour to tie break, otherwise, I'm rolling a dice.
EDIT: Never mind, looking closer that's a three-way origin tie.
You guys get half an hour to tie break, otherwise, I'm rolling a dice.
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- Location
- Tel'aran'rhiod
What do they mean?
Warlock master race btw
Warlock master race btw
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
If I just told you what each origin would do to you where would the fun be in that?
Besides, they are fairly obvious if you know much of Destiny's lore.
- Location
- The Garden
[X] [Origin] An endless field, a tower in the distance, and standing before it a legion of foes, vicious and thousands strong.
"Does this unit have a soul?"
Never played destiny beyond the beta but it was always more interesting to watch then play.
"Does this unit have a soul?"
Never played destiny beyond the beta but it was always more interesting to watch then play.
- Location
- Tel'aran'rhiod
[X] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
Well space means awoken so no thanks
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
Well space means awoken so no thanks
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
That's half an hour, the tie has been mostly broken it seems... Time to roll a dice~
Introductions are in Order
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[X] [Origin] A woman's face, soot-stained but for tracks of tears leaking from her eyes, and all around her is a shuddering before your vision is obscured by blackness.
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
"Oh that's probably the Light, it's like that when you first resurrect." You blink at the chatty little bundle of whatever-the-fuck. "You're a Guardian now! Which makes me your Ghost!"
"I'm sorry... I just... Where even am I? What's going on? And..." You squint at the little ball. "'Ghost'?" It doesn't look like any rendition of a spirit you know of, unless maybe just the blue light is the spirit and the mechanical stuff around it is simply being possessed?
"Oh right, that would be the memory loss, some of those should come back in time though, not to worry! Right now we've got other problems anyways!"
"Other Problems?" You're already starting to dislike having to just repeat the last few words the little maybe-spirit said like some sort of idiot but... You really can't remember anything. Apart from that one image, the woman, you don't even know who she was to you but you remember her face, and then blackness. Besides that sole image, those few seconds, your head seems filled with a gray fog. You can sense that there are other things there, a whole world, a lifetime, lurking in that mist.
But you can't see it, no matter how you try.
"They won't come back if you force them, just give it time. Lots of Guardians don't remember anything at all." You glare at her and she dips slightly, as though... Apologizing?
"You called me that... 'Guardian', what do you mean?" She blinks. "Tell me... Does 'The Traveler' ring any bells in that head of yours?"
There's something there, a memory? No it's something else, that warmth, "The Light..." You barely even realize you've whispered the words until your ghost swoops closer. "Yes! Okay! Basically, you were dead, you've been dead a really long time, but then, The Traveller sent us out, The Ghosts, and told us to find certain people, people who would be able to wield The Light itself as a weapon against The Darkness should it return!" You can practically feel the capital letters oozing off those words. Light, Darkness, Traveller, Ghosts... They carry weight that you do not entirely understand.
"So I've been drafted." You can't help but feel there's something funny in that statement as you say it but before you can figure out why the feeling passes, leaving as quickly as it came.
"Yes! Wait, No! Uhm... Okay maybe yes? Maybe?" You never knew that a single eye could be so expressive as the Ghost seems to dance in place, looking at you worriedly until you can't help but giggle at her.
You should be annoyed, but at the same time, you wonder what the alternative would be. Stay dead? You had apparently been dead after all... "Wait... I was dead?"
"A long time... Pretty much nothing but bones left."
You open your mouth, then close it again. You have no idea what to do with this information.
Come to think of it, where are you anyways?
You had barely even thought on it before, but now, now you begin to look about, taking in your surroundings properly. A metal corridor, walls painted in what you think might have once been white, though Rust and grime seemed to have long since fouled it to a disgusting off-red brown color. The floor is slightly padded by the remains of a carpet at least though.
You pick yourself up fully, looking down at yourself as you do. Body encased in a white jumpsuit of some kind, high necked. You reach up and feel a helmet covering your face that you hadn't even noticed before.
"So uh... Guardian. About the Light, how does it feel to you?"
"First of all, my name's not 'Guardian', it's...
[] [Name] Aly
[] [Name] Nat
[] [Name] Ren
[] [Name] Write In...
"But... I don't know, it's sort of like a little pool of something inside me. I guess it comes across as..."
[] [Light] "Raw and unfettered, it wants to be Wielded. Like a weapon unto itself."
[] [Light] "Wild, yet disciplined, it wants to be Shaped. Like a tool of potential."
[] [Light] "Solid and steadfast, it wants to be Embodied. Like an ideal of self."
"Interesting, that-." You turn on your ghost quickly, pointing an accusing finger in their direction. "Now hold on, before we go any further, you need a name too. If I'm not gonna have you calling me 'Guardian' all the time I'm sure as hell not going to be thinking of you as 'Ghost' either, so spill."
The ghost shuffles a little. "That's really not relevant, and that's what I am. A Ghost, now-." You cut them off again. "Ohh no, you're not getting away that easily. If you don't have a name then I'll just have to give you one! Hmmm... How about..."
[] [Ghost] "Ruby?"
[] [Ghost] "Yuki?"
[] [Ghost] "Dylan?"
[] [Ghost] Write In...
[X] [First Impressions] I feel... Strange...
"Oh that's probably the Light, it's like that when you first resurrect." You blink at the chatty little bundle of whatever-the-fuck. "You're a Guardian now! Which makes me your Ghost!"
"I'm sorry... I just... Where even am I? What's going on? And..." You squint at the little ball. "'Ghost'?" It doesn't look like any rendition of a spirit you know of, unless maybe just the blue light is the spirit and the mechanical stuff around it is simply being possessed?
"Oh right, that would be the memory loss, some of those should come back in time though, not to worry! Right now we've got other problems anyways!"
"Other Problems?" You're already starting to dislike having to just repeat the last few words the little maybe-spirit said like some sort of idiot but... You really can't remember anything. Apart from that one image, the woman, you don't even know who she was to you but you remember her face, and then blackness. Besides that sole image, those few seconds, your head seems filled with a gray fog. You can sense that there are other things there, a whole world, a lifetime, lurking in that mist.
But you can't see it, no matter how you try.
"They won't come back if you force them, just give it time. Lots of Guardians don't remember anything at all." You glare at her and she dips slightly, as though... Apologizing?
"You called me that... 'Guardian', what do you mean?" She blinks. "Tell me... Does 'The Traveler' ring any bells in that head of yours?"
There's something there, a memory? No it's something else, that warmth, "The Light..." You barely even realize you've whispered the words until your ghost swoops closer. "Yes! Okay! Basically, you were dead, you've been dead a really long time, but then, The Traveller sent us out, The Ghosts, and told us to find certain people, people who would be able to wield The Light itself as a weapon against The Darkness should it return!" You can practically feel the capital letters oozing off those words. Light, Darkness, Traveller, Ghosts... They carry weight that you do not entirely understand.
"So I've been drafted." You can't help but feel there's something funny in that statement as you say it but before you can figure out why the feeling passes, leaving as quickly as it came.
"Yes! Wait, No! Uhm... Okay maybe yes? Maybe?" You never knew that a single eye could be so expressive as the Ghost seems to dance in place, looking at you worriedly until you can't help but giggle at her.
You should be annoyed, but at the same time, you wonder what the alternative would be. Stay dead? You had apparently been dead after all... "Wait... I was dead?"
"A long time... Pretty much nothing but bones left."
You open your mouth, then close it again. You have no idea what to do with this information.
Come to think of it, where are you anyways?
You had barely even thought on it before, but now, now you begin to look about, taking in your surroundings properly. A metal corridor, walls painted in what you think might have once been white, though Rust and grime seemed to have long since fouled it to a disgusting off-red brown color. The floor is slightly padded by the remains of a carpet at least though.
You pick yourself up fully, looking down at yourself as you do. Body encased in a white jumpsuit of some kind, high necked. You reach up and feel a helmet covering your face that you hadn't even noticed before.
"So uh... Guardian. About the Light, how does it feel to you?"
"First of all, my name's not 'Guardian', it's...
[] [Name] Aly
[] [Name] Nat
[] [Name] Ren
[] [Name] Write In...
"But... I don't know, it's sort of like a little pool of something inside me. I guess it comes across as..."
[] [Light] "Raw and unfettered, it wants to be Wielded. Like a weapon unto itself."
[] [Light] "Wild, yet disciplined, it wants to be Shaped. Like a tool of potential."
[] [Light] "Solid and steadfast, it wants to be Embodied. Like an ideal of self."
"Interesting, that-." You turn on your ghost quickly, pointing an accusing finger in their direction. "Now hold on, before we go any further, you need a name too. If I'm not gonna have you calling me 'Guardian' all the time I'm sure as hell not going to be thinking of you as 'Ghost' either, so spill."
The ghost shuffles a little. "That's really not relevant, and that's what I am. A Ghost, now-." You cut them off again. "Ohh no, you're not getting away that easily. If you don't have a name then I'll just have to give you one! Hmmm... How about..."
[] [Ghost] "Ruby?"
[] [Ghost] "Yuki?"
[] [Ghost] "Dylan?"
[] [Ghost] Write In...
Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
[X] [Name] Ren
[X] [Light] "Wild, yet disciplined, it wants to be Shaped. Like a tool of potential."
[X] [Ghost] "Yuki?"
Come on Hunter!
[X] [Light] "Wild, yet disciplined, it wants to be Shaped. Like a tool of potential."
[X] [Ghost] "Yuki?"
Come on Hunter!
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