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Ingress travel can be disorienting. Your trip? More than most. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. A voice, just out of hearing, calling a name you think is yours. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You catch a glimpse of a space filled with a soft cerulean light, a feeling of dankness despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or is it?

Certainly, it's not where you are now.

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sleep, perchance to...

You're dreaming.

You have to be. Certainly, you don't remember arriving in this strange, dim forest of your own accord. Gnarled trees form a solid barrier and a thin cage blocking the sky, silvery light illuminating the ground below in patchwork on all sides. The path beneath you seems to stretch out ahead and back for an eternity, though a light (an exit?) can be seen in the distance. Movement too, down the myriad array of branching side roads.

If you hurry, you can catch up.

* Take the Path:

No matter how quickly you travel, you won't ever reach that glow of light on the horizon. You may, however, encounter other walkers in the night. Friends, foes, strangers. Whoever is sharing your dreaming vigil, you might be grateful for the company. Certainly it's better than the feeling you get traveling alone: a prickle of paranoia and the sense that something just past view is watching.

* Less Traveled By:

The roads lead nowhere. The prickle at the back of your neck hasn't ceased. They're out there; they're watching you, and it's infuriating. But you can stop them. You can break free of it all.

The trees are firm and unyielding, but eventually, your efforts force them to give way. Through cut limbs and snapped branches, magic or agility or sheer, brute strength, you make a hole large enough to crawl through. And just as quickly, you realize your mistake.

The trees aren't there to keep you in.

Inky darkness roils from the gap between the paths, looking to devour you. If you run, it follows. If you hide, it seeks. It calls in voices only you can hear: your friends and your tormentors, the cries of everyone you've left behind. Find help to face your nightmares, or be consumed by them.

* All the Difference:

The light in the distance might still be out of reach, but through long searching, you've found a different sort of exit. Fog chokes off this opening between the trees, thick and obscuring. One step into the mist, and you lose all sight of anything outside it.

Two steps? Three? Ten? You're not sure how many it took before the world around you began to change. Perhaps you've found yourself in someone's worst moments. Perhaps you've landed in a fantasy. Perhaps this is your dream, with a stranger's face or voice intruding. Either way, you'll have to work together to get out.

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Please Note: due to the chaotic nature of upcoming events, players who intend to preserve their threads for game use should not assume they were given the usual introduction to Thisavrou at the Ingress Complex. The above scenarios are, however, valid as game canon.

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Chewbacca | Star Wars

[fuzzball]

( take the path )

Standing nearly seven and half feet tall, Chewbacca isn’t exactly inconspicuous, but the hirsute alien moves surprisingly quietly along the gloomy, murky pathways, his faithful bowcaster clutched in both hands in front of him; aimed down non-threateningly, but ready to be raised in an instant in case of danger. He isn’t a stranger to forests, but these shadowy woods were not comparable to the gigantic wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk, his home planet. However, he knows the dangers such places could hide, and he isn’t about to drop his guard anytime soon –- especially considering his inexplicable arrival to this strange place when he’d only just accompanied Rey to Ahch-To in search of Luke. He'd try to make sense of that later.

Chewie is a warrior and a military leader by Wookiee standards, and he isn’t afraid of much (except maybe trash compactor slugs, bad smells, and those things put together), but the oppressive atmosphere of these misty pathways have the hairs of his fur standing on end, feeling unseen eyes on him no matter which path he turns to. He doesn’t like the unnerving sensation –- an understatement, really –- a distinctively challenging howl leaving his mouth; come out and face him head-on instead of lurking in the shadows!

But nothing and nobody comes at him despite the urging. Not yet, anyway. Quicker now, Chewie continues his trek down the endless paths, every sense sharp and his bowcaster aimed just a little higher before him. He’d be ready. In the meanwhile, maybe he can find someone with answers. Try as he might to have stout heart and brave spirit as he goes, though, he can’t quite help the soft, disconcerted whine that escapes between his teeth as he turns to yet another winding pathway. How was anyone supposed to find a way out of this dim maze?

( ooc: I will match format, so feel free to bracket it up! )

[articulations]

"I knew I wasn't hearing things in this place."

Leia stands at roughly four-eleven, not making any effort to mask her steps on the ground that snaps and crunches beneath her boots. Now that she's peeking out through the tall overgrowth between the trees and sees that walking carpet she's grown so fond of, she has no reason to hide. All that sleek fur, the familiar sounds, even the way he holds himself -- he's a sight for sore eyes.

She'd been worried that she wouldn't find anyone here, not a single face she might recognize, until he came along. He couldn't be alone; where there was a Chewbacca, a certain rogue was sure to follow.

[fuzzball]

Chewbacca comes to a quick stop at the snap of small twigs so close by, spinning around, guarded only for a second before that voice reaches his ears a moment before the woman herself appears. He lowers the bowcaster immediately, eyes widening in astonishment before issuing a happy, throaty cry even as he hurries over; a name, a greeting. But it's a confusing reunion, for this is Leia Organa as she used to be, not as she was when Chewie last saw her just a couple of days ago. This is the fiery young princess who'd made her hapless rescuers jump down a garbage chute, not the stately general wearied by responsibilities and losses.

Chewie doesn't understand how this is possible, just like he's not sure how he'd ended up here in the first place. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that he's found a friendly, familiar face, and he'd do all he could to keep Leia from coming to any harm, here. Chewie wouldn't fail her the way he feels he'd failed Han. The look in his blue eyes gentles as he trudges closer to the petite woman, woofing his question softly; is she alright?

[articulations]

Responsibilities and losses are still a thing that wear her down. However, for the greater good, her losses must be cut in order for her to continue with her duties. To carry on with whatever mission comes next that they all must face. Death is inevitable, in the face of war. Seeing that this dear friend of hers is safe and sound, it's one less heavy weight lifted from her shoulders. Now all that's left is to find Han and Luke.

She smiles up with reassurance, clearing the bushes that go up past her waist as she goes to meet him. Though the tone of question is obvious, it would be easier to understand him had she either Han or Threepio with her. The latter mmmiiiiiight not be such a good idea; the constant stream of wailing and complaints would do anyone's patience thin, now is not the time nor the place.

"Everything's alright. I'm alright. Still in one piece, see?" Leia spreads her arms, the material of the white suit designed to keep her warm against the freezing temperatures of Hoth making a quiet noise as stretched. But worry strains at the edges. "Are you alright? And... the others?"

[fuzzball]

Chewie tips his head to the side a little as Leia reassures him, giving her a quick check followed by a small huff in apparent satisfaction that the princess is indeed in one piece, nodding his approval. That snowsuit is a familiar sight and conjures up memories of Hoth's freezing temperatures and their shared anxiety when Han and Luke went missing in the arctic. It seems like such a long time ago now, even for a Wookiee. This isn't an ideal situation, either, but they'd have no choice now but to deal with it. They'd survived worse, after all. Though a translator would be convenient now -- this Leia hasn't had the time yet to learn to understand some Shyriiwook -- Chewie is thankful they don't have to deal with Threepio's histrionics on top of everything else, now. Han, on the other hand? Chewbacca would give anything to see him again, whatever age.

He lifts his broad shoulders in a shrug at Leia's question, bowcaster in one hand as he spreads his arms out just a little and gives a somewhat uncertain howl tinged with mournfulness. The message is clear even without translation; he doesn't know about others -- or what's going on in general, really.