The Possession Meme

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The Possession Meme

The world beyond - some people linger far longer than they should. Perhaps you've gone to the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps you were stupid enough to invoke ritual. Maybe you decided to let someone else muck about your brain and now find yourself with someone -- or something -- sharing your body.

Bust out RNG and go crazy

 

Triggers possible below the cut. Enjoy!

WHAT:

1: DEMONIC; yeah, something from the bowels of hell is currently shacking up in your body. This is not a good thing. It probably has an ulterior motive. Worse, you may be aware of every terrible, horrible thing it's doing in the name of it's unholy master.

2: ANGELIC; angels need vessels to do certain works, this is usually less possession and more partnership, but it could be a long term thing you can't escape. Either way, angels may not be the most welcome of partners-- especially if they're angels of the lord's wrath, or death...

3: SPIRIT; perhaps you invoked Unknown Power or maybe a Loa rides you now as it's servant, asking you to honor it and gain it's bounty. Either way, it's pulling your strings as often as you are.

4: GHOST; possessed by the long dead means that you probably believe that you're that person, that their force of personality has overcome your own and now, they must mete our some revenge or perhaps, see some long forgotten work finished. Hope it's benign...

5: TECHNOLOGIC; it's not a ghost, no! You've somehow become overwritten by an AI, or perhaps you volunteered to have another personality put into your body as a means of control computers, or maybe you've becoming the ghost in the machine through a freak accident with no flesh of your own, but instead, wires and cables and the internet at your mental command.

6: WILDCARD; angels, animal spirits, elemental spirits, and other types not covered here, or figure osmething out on your own.


WHY:


1: LOVE; maybe it craves it, maybe it wants to see it live, maybe you're supposed to guide two lovers to be together-- but LOVE drives this spirit.

2: LUST; the obligatory smut prompt. The spirit craves the flesh, and all it's pleasures. Who can blame it, really?

3: HATE; this is an angry spirit - an unchecked demon or a psychopathic spirit, or a spirit who demands blood for the blood gods! Either way, you're going to be causing harm, seeking a vent for all this pent up hate.

4: GRIEF; this creature is full of sorrow; a ghost may simply want forgiveness for past sins, while a demon may wish to drive a man to suicide by ruining his life. Either way, sorrow is at the root of it's problems.

5: WORK; it's not finished! Whether it's a temple or a great piece of art, a final work is undone. Will the demon ride you until the last artifact is found and it's dread master come to earth? Or will the AI run your weak flesh to exhaustion trying to save the world?

6: JOY; it's free, it's free! Now, to dance, frolic and sing! To make merry and to bring joy! Maybe the angel that rides you exists to bring good works to mankind and create miracles? Maybe a benign spirit simply wants to make people happy has partnered with you and shared it's gifts and secrets. Either way, it's not so bad having this particular bodily roommate.

7: MISCHIEF; Peeves the Poltergeist tips his hat to your ride! They like to make trouble. Maybe a lost child that died before its' time now rides your skin and uses your body to create pranks and silliness. Maybe the loa demand that people lighten the fuck up. Who can say. They're hard to understand, those spirits.



8: IT'S COMPLICATED: some spirits are a pain in the ass, and it's hard to tell what they want. It's a wildcard option. Go for it.

 

 

 

Comments

[splitthetimeline]

[He could feel the distaste and he knew he could never make this up to her. He wouldn't survive long enough. He could only hope she would not take it out on the hero to come.]

Darkness covers the land and world despairs for a hero. Only those who share my spirit can learn the skills needed to defeat the evil spirit that rises. Only one other shares my spirit and he does not yet know those skills. I must have another share it. Yours is the only vessel worthy to hold my spirit.

[scionofwisdom]

[It is foreign, and with something foreign comes a great amount of hesitance. Especially when it comes to the possession and occupation of ones body and mind.

However.

She certainly understands the need for action, and the wariness is dispelled in lieu of grim acceptance.]

Then I shall oblige you.

[splitthetimeline]

[It breaks his heart to ask this of her. It breaks more that she agrees to his request. It should not have been necessary. If it were not for his own foolish pride in life... But there was nothing else to be done now. She was the only hope he had.

He stepped forward and knelt before her. The formalities had to be maintained.]

Please offer your hand, Your Highness.

[scionofwisdom]

[Zelda sees it as one of those 'necessary evils', and doesn't fault him. What must be done must be done, and there is simply no getting around it.

Dipping her head, she holds her hand out in silence.]

[splitthetimeline]

[He lifted his head, the glowing red that served as an eye looking at her hand for a long time before he finally reached out with an armored glove and rested it against her palm.

As he rose, his essence flowed out of that armor and into her. The pieces falling to the ground as he took root within her form. It was a dangerous thing he did. For while he would have control over her for a time, she would see know every thought of his. Every memory.

Every regret.

He chose the life of a hero... but could not handle being forgotten. Always forgotten. He couldn't even pass on his knowledge for being overlooked and passed over by history.]

/just read ALL YOUR INFO on him *cries*

[scionofwisdom]

[Zelda's eyes closed, and the moment they do, it feels as if someone has sucker-punched her in the stomach. Every memory - every face he'd seen, every task he'd completed and those he hadn't or couldn't, every hard choice he'd made flooded into her as if a dam had been broken.

Her free hand lifted and gloved fingers pressed against the back of his armor, at first touching then gripping for strength and support as the process threatened to topple her.

She pulled in a ragged breath, and squeezed her eyes shut.]

o///o oh. thank you. I'm not really used to people going to read info

[splitthetimeline]

[She did not topple because he took control. Her body becoming his and the armor becoming nothing but an empty shell. He had her arms release the breastplate she'd been holding so tightly as the last few pieces tumbled to the ground around her and rolled away. He lifted one strong, thin, glove covered hand to look at it. Beneath it's wrappings he could feel the pulse of the triforce. A piece that did not belong to him and he felt no desire to hold. It's power was not his take, even if her body was.

He dropped her hand and surrendered control back to her, an ethereal golden wolf appearing next to her knee. A creature only she would be able to see. He did not need to be in control all the time... and she would need time to become used to his presence.]

Hrmmm... We do not have long, Your Highness. But I am your servant as I have always been, in this life as the last. I will not take more than I need.

I'm a stalker like that |D

[scionofwisdom]

[Truly, seeing and moving her body move of its own accord is one of the most frightening things that has ever come to pass in Zelda's relatively short lifetime. Having control of her basic motor functions delivered back to her has Zelda sighing in relief and gratitude, though her eyes remain on the wolf by her side.

Still overwhelmed by the presence of his memories -- bitter regret and remorse, followed by the devastation of being forgotten -- Zelda is wary of moving too quickly, no matter the time limit.

But she is the Princess of Hyrule and has been trained as such -- if ever the need is so dire, she was always to be ready to act. Now would be one of those times.]

Tell me what we must do, and I will follow your lead.

[splitthetimeline]

[He felt remorse at having to ask more of her, but this was his redemption and the salvation of the land that had become his home.]

When it comes time to teach him what he needs to know, I will have to take control to teach him. For that to work, your body needs to be ready to perform what I ask of it. Have you any martial training, Your Majesty?

[scionofwisdom]

Yes.

[She's quiet as she steadies herself, and straightens up properly now that she is able.]

From a very young age, my father had me trained in the arts of battle. I assure you, I can properly wield a sword, along with bow and arrow.

[splitthetimeline]

[The wolf padded away to stand in front of her, turning around about six yards away. His haunches bristled and he snarled at her.]

Show me!

[And then he lunged.

He was not the kindest of teachers.]

[scionofwisdom]

[No. No, he certainly isn't but mercifully, Zelda was prepared for that. Another lesson, imparted on her by her father.

The sword rests in its sheath at her hip, but is drawn the moment she is attacked. In a flurry of skirts and steel, she whirls, swinging hard.]

[splitthetimeline]

[The shade dodged the swing, jumping to the side and then ducking under her arm to come past feet. He focused on getting inside her reach and going for her left arm.

Being left handed himself in life, he was used to swinging a sword with that arm. While it was fine the Princess was right-handed, the Shade needed to know the left arm could react as equally well... or if she would rely solely on her sword arm.

Once he knew, he could focus his lessons with her on what needed to be done.]

[scionofwisdom]

[She's not a lefty, but she's been trained well enough to block an attack to her weaker side.

She puts up a fight; blade swapping from one gloved hand to the other as she battled him, eyes narrowed and sharp -- this was Hyrule's princess, their queen to be.

Not the helpless damsel that most assumed her to be.]