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hawked
WHERE: the City
WHEN: Saturday, the 24th
SUMMARY: a fish out of water
or a hawk at least
WARNINGS: make something up
FORMAT: prose i gess
When he awakes, it only takes him a few seconds to realize that he's not where he should be. Talons scrabbling against a cold, tile floor, a desperate TSEEEEER that bounces off the walls of the dark, empty room. He doesn't know where he is. He hears voices, but from outside. None of them are familiar, none of them are Jake or Rachel or -- the last thing he remembers was following David, getting knocked out. But now he awakes here and a golden eagle is nowhere to be seen. Just a dark room with a television screen that says words but he's not quite listening.
His wings flap and he glances around, spotting a strange device on the ground. He hesitates, wonders if this is some sort of Controller set up. Has he finally been caught? The others, did David out them? How long has he been unconscious? He vaguely hears words of "hero" and "the City", but he pays them no mind.
Is this some sort of Ellimist setup?
He flares his wings and grabs the device with a talon before streaking out the door that somehow opens for him, heading straight for the sky. He doesn't recognize the city. It's not his home. He's been kidnapped, taken away, and he has no idea where he is (New York?) or how he's gotten here.
He's freaking out.
So he drops the strangely device into a tree in some park and searches for his friends. He doesn't dare try to call out for them, call for their names in case someone hears him. Someone that he doesn't want. He tries to see if he can recognize their heads from above, goes to any possible Yeerk location. He begs for the Ellimist to tell him what's going on because the explanation that he only vaguely listened to doesn't seem possible.
He may be a boy trapped in the body of a hawk who fights aliens with his morphing friends, but this is unreal.
And day after day, he gets nothing. No answer. No reply. No sense of familiarity. No sign of his friends or Yeerks or anyone. Just the occasional superhero flying by, strange creature being seen. And day after day, he returns to that odd device he dropped, watching and listening to it in hopes of some sort of clue for his friends.
Ellimist never answers. He doesn't hear from anyone.
He's on his own in some strange, superhero New York, and all he can do is wonder why? And hope that this is some strange dream from being knocked unconscious.
And so he waits for when he'll wake up.
hawkedWHERE: the City
WHEN: Saturday, the 24th
SUMMARY: a fish out of water
or a hawk at least
WARNINGS: make something up
FORMAT: prose i gess
When he awakes, it only takes him a few seconds to realize that he's not where he should be. Talons scrabbling against a cold, tile floor, a desperate TSEEEEER that bounces off the walls of the dark, empty room. He doesn't know where he is. He hears voices, but from outside. None of them are familiar, none of them are Jake or Rachel or -- the last thing he remembers was following David, getting knocked out. But now he awakes here and a golden eagle is nowhere to be seen. Just a dark room with a television screen that says words but he's not quite listening.
His wings flap and he glances around, spotting a strange device on the ground. He hesitates, wonders if this is some sort of Controller set up. Has he finally been caught? The others, did David out them? How long has he been unconscious? He vaguely hears words of "hero" and "the City", but he pays them no mind.
Is this some sort of Ellimist setup?
He flares his wings and grabs the device with a talon before streaking out the door that somehow opens for him, heading straight for the sky. He doesn't recognize the city. It's not his home. He's been kidnapped, taken away, and he has no idea where he is (New York?) or how he's gotten here.
He's freaking out.
So he drops the strangely device into a tree in some park and searches for his friends. He doesn't dare try to call out for them, call for their names in case someone hears him. Someone that he doesn't want. He tries to see if he can recognize their heads from above, goes to any possible Yeerk location. He begs for the Ellimist to tell him what's going on because the explanation that he only vaguely listened to doesn't seem possible.
He may be a boy trapped in the body of a hawk who fights aliens with his morphing friends, but this is unreal.
And day after day, he gets nothing. No answer. No reply. No sense of familiarity. No sign of his friends or Yeerks or anyone. Just the occasional superhero flying by, strange creature being seen. And day after day, he returns to that odd device he dropped, watching and listening to it in hopes of some sort of clue for his friends.
Ellimist never answers. He doesn't hear from anyone.
He's on his own in some strange, superhero New York, and all he can do is wonder why? And hope that this is some strange dream from being knocked unconscious.
And so he waits for when he'll wake up.