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caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 02:43 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 02:43 pm
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[dream//INTERACTIVE]
[oh look it's another one of those dreams. and it's traumatizing. my, how original.
The city--the sky--it's all burning. Acrid smoke and dust from destroyed buildings fills the air, coats the lungs, makes it difficult to breathe. For a city, everything is oddly quiet--there's no sounds of people, of the screaming and crying that might be expected in a scene of such destruction.
Everyone left living knows better, they know to stay out of sight, stay quiet. The creatures responsible for the destruction can't find you if you hide.
There's only one person out in the streets, a young boy crouched in the ruins of a collapsed building with dust and blood in his light-colored hair and a sword across his back, looking at once determined and hopeless.
There's two people floating above him--young adults by the look of them, one black haired and one blonde, their faceless heads turning this way and that as they search the rubble. Search for him.
Trunks' hand clenches in the dirt for a brief moment, and then he's flying--streaking through the air to attack in a flurry of kicks and punches that ends with him being tossed backwards, crashing through another crumbling building.
Maybe he lands at your feet, battered, dazed, and bleeding. Maybe he just rolls over and tries again, an aura like fire exploding around him and hair spiking upward and turning brilliant gold, only to be repelled again just as easily, the fight--if you can call this exercise in futility that--just repeating, ad-nauseum.
That depends on one thing. Are you watching, or are you there?]
((ooc: Interactive dream, go wild. There will be things exploding.))
The city--the sky--it's all burning. Acrid smoke and dust from destroyed buildings fills the air, coats the lungs, makes it difficult to breathe. For a city, everything is oddly quiet--there's no sounds of people, of the screaming and crying that might be expected in a scene of such destruction.
Everyone left living knows better, they know to stay out of sight, stay quiet. The creatures responsible for the destruction can't find you if you hide.
There's only one person out in the streets, a young boy crouched in the ruins of a collapsed building with dust and blood in his light-colored hair and a sword across his back, looking at once determined and hopeless.
There's two people floating above him--young adults by the look of them, one black haired and one blonde, their faceless heads turning this way and that as they search the rubble. Search for him.
Trunks' hand clenches in the dirt for a brief moment, and then he's flying--streaking through the air to attack in a flurry of kicks and punches that ends with him being tossed backwards, crashing through another crumbling building.
Maybe he lands at your feet, battered, dazed, and bleeding. Maybe he just rolls over and tries again, an aura like fire exploding around him and hair spiking upward and turning brilliant gold, only to be repelled again just as easily, the fight--if you can call this exercise in futility that--just repeating, ad-nauseum.
That depends on one thing. Are you watching, or are you there?]
((ooc: Interactive dream, go wild. There will be things exploding.))
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The thought of Bulma and Vegeta's daughter snaps him back. Gohan knew he didn't have an imagination fanciful enough to concoct that. His memory returns, and Gohan remembers that he was staring at the strange device which replaced the SFC, when Trunks appeared on it.
He looks down again, where Trunks landed. Young again, just the same as when Gohan left him on the cliff side. Hand on Trunks' shoulder and eyes darting in every direction because there won't be any other way to sense them coming, he speaks.]
C'mon, kid. You need to get out of here.
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...wait, there's a hand on his shoulder and it's attached to a familiar arm clothed in a familiar sleeve and my that's a lot of orange.
Wait.
But that's wrong, Gohan's gone, gone because he wasn't strong enough (and still isn't, or he wouldn't be here, on his back in the dirt) but he remembers...
Something. An underwater city? Ridiculous.
Blood drips into his eyes as he sits up, dazed and confused and getting the distinct feeling he's forgetting something important. It's probably the concussion talking. He's seeing things. That can't be a good sign.]
Gohan...?
[He even sounds young. Young and impossibly old at the same time, tired. And now he's talking to those concussion-hallucinations, great.]
I can't, there's still...there's still people here, they can't get away unless I distract them.
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I'll take care of that.
[Gives Trunks' shoulder a harsh squeeze, before taking to the air and shouting recklessly:]
You hear that, androids? I'm your opponent now!
[He growls fiercely as his aura flashes gold, both arms thrown out to his sides, lightening his eyes and hair. He waits.]
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[Ooh you're going to get yourself killed. Again.
Trunks' own aura flares around him, he's not going to get left behind again. He refuses.
He swipes the blood out of his face angrily, feeling his power rise as his emotions do--connected, as always.
His own transformation happens as he rockets out of the building--there's two of them, they might actually be able to win.]
You're not leaving me behind again!
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I told you to get out of here.
[Do you not get this? Do you not realize that he'd rather you just... not deal with this? He knows you'll have to, one day, because he wasn't good enough, and while Gohan's done his best to prepare Trunks, to give him what he'll need to win and to keep down the obstacles that got in his own way, but until that day arrives...]
Wake up! I can't afford to spend the entire fight keeping you alive.
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Wake up? Not quite, though he's become lucid. And with that, his dream-appearance shifts--he becomes older in front of Gohan's eyes, still bloodied, but with quiet determination on his face warring with the jaded tiredness in his eyes.]
When are you going to realize I'm not a kid you can order around anymore? You can't protect me forever.
[The time for protection is pretty much passed, as one of the faceless monster androids haunting Trunks' subconscious attacks.]
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Purely because he sees the jaded tiredness in Trunks, and remembers how he could feel his own life begin winding to a close when he saw it in himself.
So he tries to grab Trunks by the shoulders and throw him aside, just to dodge the attack.]
I'm listening to you. Actions aside. The answer is, I don't really know. I probably won't. There's a reason I survived the initial massacre, and it wasn't because I was so much more powerful or so much more skilled than the others.
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No.
He's not going to deal with this right now. Dammit, he wants to bitch at Gohan like a petulant teenager and he is going to do it.
The two dream-androids vanish in a brilliant explosion of ki, and the scenery--such as it is--goes gray and vanishes as Trunks forces himself into wakefulness. Going from REM sleep to what passes for awake leaves him groggy and cranky as he rolls out of his own bed and heads for Gohan's room.]
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Even so, he tilts backwards in his chair and leaves the door ajar, before righting himself.]
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He never thought he'd fight this much with Gohan, of all people--but a few years could change someone a lot, Trunks knew that.
He pushes open the door, looking tired, but determined. He's going to get right down to it.]
Gohan. It's been four years for me. Four years of fighting without you around to protect me.
I need to know that you have faith in me.
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Whether or not I have faith in you isn't the driving force here, but to answer the question you actually asked-- I do. More than you have in yourself.
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[Seriously, this shit is bananas.]
Of course I'm going to have reservations, I've been losing. The first fight I ever won was after I went to the past...
[He shakes his head, that's a tangent he doesn't need to get onto right now.]
I can't afford to be overconfident. You know that.
[You know pretty much exactly the position he's in, after all.]
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[Gohan does know, it's precisely because he knows that he'd tried to keep the pressure from overwhelming Trunks as long as he did. His success may have been minimal to nonexistent, and he's completely negated it now, but he did try.]
I'm not telling you to be overconfident. I'm not even asking you to believe in yourself. That'll come in time.
But you're reading too much into things if you think my motivation was a lack of faith in you. If you'd beaten the androids yesterday, I would have reacted to that... dream or hallucination in just the same way.
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[He doesn't think that did him many favors.]
...why?
[No seriously, why. If he'd beaten the androids, he would've been able to handle it. Hell, he should be able to handle it already, if he was stronger then you might not be...well, dead. He would have been able to fight with you.]
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You're my little brother.
[Simple as that.]
It doesn't matter how old you get, how smart, or how strong. Given the choice between your death and mine, I'd choose mine. Every time. Not because I don't have faith in you.
I don't pretend to know what I'm doing, all I can do is just... whatever looks right at the time. If that's been hurtful to you, I'm sorry.