close encounters...

[soulbonder]

WHO: soulbonder, soldieringblue
WHERE: The part of Central Park Illidan didn't trash and also the twenty Ivys didn't turn into rainforests
WHEN: November 20th; afternoon
WARNINGS: High content of sparkles
SUMMARY: People watching
FORMAT: Beginning prose, but whatever Elle wants after that.

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[soldieringblue]

It was surreal all over again.

Soldier Blue was walking in a sea of unfettered thought and feeling so dense it would suffocate if it were tangible. It was overwhelming to start, manageable at most times, but all too easy to get lost in. Was that what it was like before Superior Domination? Were humans the same there as they were in the City? It was impossible to be certain. He couldn't go back in time...

Willingly. He would find himself in that city's past - in his future.

The seed of his frustration was tied to that fact. All the lessons learned, all the connections made, all the sights seen and felt and experienced he desired to share with his refugee people were lost on his return. Why? Why expose him to something so amazing as a City of free thought without the chance to share it with others

[soulbonder]

Birds were clearly superior animals to those four-legged abominations. They walked on two legs and could fly. The feathers were strange, but better than being completely covered in hair. Could that be the reason as to why humans chose to keep those creatures as companions opposed to birds? Clothes were a lot like hair, especially the coats with hoods that were on sale at the shopping mall

[soldieringblue]

Acknowledgment was a stronger tug on his consciousness than passing curiosity, slowing his steps and giving him cause to move further to the edge of the path in order to avoid delaying others on their way. He blinked, starting to look around for the source of the pull...

How he hadn't noticed something so unusual before was beyond him. He stopped outright, eyes fixed on the strange being not far away. He was having to relive the shock of being faced with many, many out-of-place things again, and though having remembered his past with them softened the blow, neither his past nor present self ever saw anything like that.

But there was recognizable emotion there - not garbled, foreign sensations that would be more off-putting than any appearance.

What are you? he thought. An open thought, unchecked, for nearly everyone in that park was no telepath.

[soulbonder]

A human who could communicate through his heart? Unexpected, though it didn’t bother Astral. He appeared more amicable and less hesitant now. Conversations like these were familiar and easier compared to speaking with a strange human language, too.

I am Astral. He turned his physical attention away from Blue, and continued to watch the other people in the park. You are different than the others here. Stating the obvious was something he was really good at, alright.