hardboiled_rpg: City (1/28/2009)
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Haibane Hollow is a lovely little town; shops dot the quiet streets, townsfolk smile to one another as they pass by, greenery litters the spaces between the buildings… and some of the towns people have wings.
Winged people are called Haibane. They arrive in white cocoons, with no clue of who they are or how they arrived. The only memory they have is a fuzzy dream which they later come to realize is a vision of their own death.
The fuzzy memory doesn't last long, though. Within twenty-four hours of breaching the cocoon, their wings sprout. All fresh wings begin grey, but within the span of one to three weeks, they begin to change. Those of pure hearts are blessed with varying degrees of white feathers, while those who are stained with evil are darkened with different shades of black. Some Haibane's wings never change, and are solidified grey. But as the color becomes what it is meant to be, the memories return. Memories of life, and death.
Every Haibane is someone who had died, and for whatever reason, could not move on. They've been brought into the walled town of Haibane Hollow in hopes of calming their unsettled spirits. However, depending on your wings, you may experience Haibane Hollow in many different ways! The White Feathers are highly trusted, and treated wonderfully by the townsfolk. Black Feathers are often feared, and people shy away as they walk down the streets. No one quite knows how to treat the Grey Feathers…
And sometimes, past the walls that surround Haibane Hollow, storm clouds begin to gather, clouds that swirl vibrant colors, clouds that just have to be warning of more than a natural storm. The townspeople board the windows, but the Haibane all feel a draw to the approaching storm… almost magnetic, as if it resonates with their very wings…
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