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AWAKENING.

You're asleep, and the first thing you're aware of is the pulse.

It comes quickly, flooding through your system and jolting you awake; the room you're in is dimly-lit but the bed you're in is soft, and while all of this is jarring you'll soon become rather aware that you aren't going through this alone. The room you're in is lined with beds not unlike the one you're in; you'll be able to hear other people stirring, coming awake as they respond to the pulse too, and...

...And it will soon become evident that whatever just happened, something is wrong.

Whatever your response may be to waking up in a low-lit room full of people is going to be highly amplified, the emotion rubbing your nerves raw in a way that makes you feel like you're experiencing it for the first time, and whenever you manage to sit up, you'll feel something...strange on your head, tickling the sides of your face, and as you turn your head a little you'll catch a glimpse of an odd, synthetic-looking green.

A wig...?

Your clothes, too, are different from whatever you remember last (because whatever you remember last, it wasn't this room, it wasn't this place - ); they feel warm, designed to withstand cold weather, and if you throw the blankets off at any point (or even just pause to look beneath them) you'll be greeted with an outfit made of thick material that's alternating parts black and white and glossy silver, with an emblem inscribed on the chest - a G inscribed in gold and black.

Whatever's happening here, you aren't given much time to dwell on it; everyone here seems about as confused as you are. There are twenty-four of you in the room altogether, and you're all going through the same thing; whatever you're experiencing, the door is closed, so at least you're experiencing it in relative privacy.

For now.

It isn't long before a voice can be heard, soft but agitated-sounding, as though trying very hard to not awaken everyone in the building; it sounds like a man, and you can hear his footfalls pause just outside your door as he speaks to someone else, voice soft and androgynous.

"And you're sure they're gone?"
"Yes, Commander."
"And don't you think something should be done about that...?"
"Right away, sir."

With that, the man and whomever he was speaking to can be heard parting ways, one moving rapidly down a corridor and the other pausing, shifting a bit before eventually moving on himself.

You have several options.

I. You can sit here for a while and get to know each other, seeing as none of you know what happened. That might be a good idea, all things considered, and as long as the door remains closed there's no rush. It's the middle of the night, after all, and it isn't as though anyone is going to come looking - despite the urgent conversation outside, there isn't any alarm going off, nor is there any reason for most of the building to be on high alert.

II. You can explore the building. Should you do that, you'll find several winding corridors leading to what look like dorms, with several rooms containing sleeping people and areas such as formal break rooms; exploring a little further will let you find conference rooms and other large, empty spaces that don't seem to have much of a purpose. There are signs and notices in several places referring to "Team Galactic" and its protocol, all adorned with the same emblem that's on your clothes. Some of these corridors also lead to doors that are, unfortunately, locked and staying that way; some of them lead to people dressed exactly like you, bizarre wig and all. They seem to be a little strange, however; they'll greet you, and they'll speak to you if spoken to, but they look odd and dead behind the eyes and there's not much to their answers, and asking them about preferences or any personal information will just net you a blank stare. It's going to be a long strange journey through the building, but at least you're traveling light; you don't seem to have any belongings with you - save for the outfit you woke up in and the red and white capsule attached to your belt...

III. You can also pause to try to figure out what's going on with those capsules. They each contain something very important to you, after all - a creature that seems to have been assigned to you specifically. They don't seem to have anything on them indicating a name or another person that owns them, at any rate, so it's probably safe to assume it's yours. That said, something seems decidedly wrong with it - it seems alarmingly apathetic, the look in its eyes dull and resigned as opposed to alert and emotive, and while it's willing to follow you (it's almost a bit too willing to follow you, it will stay close by your side in the manner of a dog trained to heel if you try to walk away from it) it doesn't seem to be due to any sort of genuine affection. It's all very...sterile, for lack of a better term.

Welcome to Sinnoh. Glory to Team Galactic.

[OOC: Welcome to Azume! Feel free to use this log to get to know one another iCly; you can use the prompts given or come up with your own, though for now you're confined to the building. The Commanders are currently not present in the building (anywhere that you can find them, anyway). For now, have fun getting your bearings.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I can't say we have many tales quite like that, so far as I'm aware.

[He seemed distinctly uneasy at the mention of a world of darkness, but it passed quickly enough.]

Tales of other realms in quite that form are a bit foreign to me, to be perfectly honest. I may be a bit out of my depth on that front for now.

I'm scarcely better. If those things even truly happened, it was thousands of years ago.

[ She sighs. ]

At least you've still that much. Our world's history tends to get somewhat indistinct that far back, unless one has the time and patience to sort through it.

[ . . .

Okay that's a better topic. ]

That is the same in any world, I should think! After all, so much of what we know of the ancient past outside of the legends has been due to the diligent work of scholars, unearthing to ancient ruins and excavating the Sheikah's lost technology. It's even served to confirm some of those ancient stories! Without that effort, much of what we now know would still be shrouded in mystery.

Your experience does sound oddly similar to mine in that respect. Not much has survived long enough to be discovered, but one can piece things together if need be.

Surprisingly much of the ancient Sheikah civilization lasts, or at least what they set aside for the purposes of aiding the chosen hero - it was built to last for the ten thousand years it's been since then.

[Ignis went very quiet at 'chosen hero', words failing him for a few critical seconds before he tried to refocus on the rest of what Zelda had said.]

...Ten...ten thousand years is quite the length of time. Our world's history only goes back around two thousand at best.

Much of what we know of that time was only discovered within - [ The last few decades... but no, it had been a hundred years, hadn't it. Mmm ] my father's lifetime. As I said, before we started to unearth more about the shrines and the Guardians, most of Hyrule's history was steeped in legends which all happend indeterminate periods of time ago. Many places are named for those heroes, and their stories are continued by their people... but the precise facts are long since lost.

Hm...interesting. Even uncertain as it sounds, that's quite a long stretch of time to have in even slight records.

Supposedly, the history of the Hylian people goes back even further, to a time when they lived on islands in the sky.

[ Which is wild, right? Her tone implies as much. ]

That's quite the impressive concept. At this point, I might even believe it possible.

As do I.

[ After all, she's seen some wild, wild shit ever since she gave that speech knighting Link. She hums though, rocking back to brush her hand on the wall one more time and, ]

The vastness of the world has never ceased to impress me.

And growing ever more vast by the moment, it would seem. I think we've both a lot to learn at this rate.

[ Definitely. She nods only to realize he can't see it, and softly lets out something between a sigh and a short laugh. She brushes back some hair and, ]

I can't deny there's a part of me eager to learn, despite the circumstances. Maybe that's just how I've chosen to work through the worry.

I don't see a problem with that. Learning all of one's situation is as valid a tactic as any, and certainly preferable to panicking.

[ On!! That note!! ]

... Is there anything I could help you with, in that regard? [ Err- ] ... Related to vision, I mean.

Oh, you don't have to be concerned about me. [He answered with a small smile, apparently confident as opposed to simply brushing the concern aside entirely.] Provided there's currently nothing crucial written down anywhere, and if we come across that I may have to leave it to the rest of you. Apart from that, I can manage as well as I need to.

[ She cheeks color and, ]

If you're certain. I... merely wanted to offer, if the appearance of anything seemed pertinent to you. [ ... Man she needs to not be awkward. ]

It's kind of you to ask. I've little doubt it will be necessary before long, considering this is utterly unfamiliar terrain. We've no idea what kind of place this building is located in, and I might have to ask your help sooner or later. In a space like this, I can hear well enough to gauge where the others are as well as anticipate a potential threat should one present itself.

Feel free to. I did not intent to cast doubt on your capabilities, rather just... we all have our strengths.

No offense taken, you're quite right. I only wanted to be sure there wasn't unwarranted concern when we've more than enough to worry for.

[ Okay, she's made enough of an ass of herself. She's just so ... weird. Nervous might be the right word. Still, she shrugs and... ]

There's a door to leave the room as well. I might set out into the building proper.

Welcome.

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