Spring Cleaning: the beast wakes;

[legendarybeasts]

Who: Suicune (legendarybeasts), Rocket operatives and bystanders in the area
Where: Route 7
When: May 8th, 8:30PM
Summary: Rockets capture Suicune.
Rating: PG-13
Log:

[It runs. The wind carries it, fog is its mantle, and the ground weeps dew at its passing. It has known only endless sleep for so long, and now, it has awakened to the scream of the grass and the clouds, knowing in its heart that the world's Order is not being kept. The Old One sleeps too, too deep, not watching, and then they all fell after it.

But then it heard whispers, up in its cold mountain hideaway where pure crystal water flows in trickling, shimmering rivulets. The water whispered to it, wake up wake up, I am hurt, and it did. Its brothers sleep still, their consciousness tickling at the back of its mind like a reassurance. It does not know what awaits, only that it must run, and seek, and destroy.]

Comments

[neurotoxined]

That implies that I prefer being a human.

[Her voice is back to that usual detached, vaguely amused tone. Almost dismissive, really.]

This body is weak. Not capable of very much. Nothing like what I'm used to at all.

I'm not exactly displeased, but I don't prefer it.

[shakespearealien]

So you do feel weaker, in this new state. I understand how you would. And yet...

[There's a pause, before Gorthan raises his eyes to look at her again. There's an odd intensity in his gaze, as if his question was a really important one.]

Do you enjoy reading, Caroline?

[neurotoxined]

[...you are such an odd conversationalist.]

I don't know. Yes. Sometimes.

[shakespearealien]

Then I suggest you try reading a few classics, or contemplating works of art while in this state. I think... that will help you like your new body better. ... Or dislike it, depending on what your stance on emotions is.

[There's a note of mystery and intimacy in his tone and gaze, as if what he just told her were a valuable secret to be protected and cherished.]

You act for science's sake, do you not? You could consider it an experiment. On yourself.

[neurotoxined]

[...she seems amused at that, actually.]

We already understood that. We would wake the humans up from stasis and allow them to contemplate works of art, or classical music if the art wasn't enough. It was intended to leave them...refreshed.