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caughtinanetwork2012-04-26 03:07 pm
fortheempire) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-26 03:07 pm
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❦ ||dream||interactive
(Spoilers for Tales of Vesperia, descriptions of death, blood, no real violence just your standard 'shit done hit the fan' bad things)
[They were talking about Alexei.
Ioder knew they were talking about him because they had been for the past several hours. It hadn't been that long since the commandant turned traitor had issued his threat, but Ioder had very quickly tuned out most of it in favor of trying to ignore just how quickly his headache was growing. What could they do? What was Alexei planning? How could they stop him? All questions he didn't have answers to. All questions he wanted answers to.
They were just muted voices to him now, words having lost meaning ages ago, the sound little more than dull noises in his ears. He was rubbing his temples yet some how none of those crotchety old council men in their robes had noticed his discomfort yet. There was a thickness in the air that was bothering him more than the headache, too, but he couldn't pin point what was doing it.
And then all hell broke loose, faster than Ioder remembered it. A flash of light, everything trembling, shaking, moving, lightening cracking and thunder booming so loud it nearly made him deaf. The screams were almost louder, though...
He was moving away from the palace, feet rushing across the trembling ground causing him to stumble. There were so many people, all of them rushing, crushing, trying to get to the gates. There were councilmen on either side of him, bony hands on his arms dragging him along so roughly he could feel bruises forming under their hands. They were calling out to him, to one another, to other people but their voices only made sound to him. No words. Why couldn't he hear any words? The sobbing, the screaming, he could hear all that. But no words.
Acrid smoke was already curling up from crumbled, burning buildings. He saw hands, pale hands and legs sticking out from rubble. It made him feel ill. They were dead. He knew they were dead. There was nothing he could do to help them. He was still getting dragged along, pulled away from the scenes before he could fully process them in his mind.
It wasn't over.
They were at the gate, the way out of town, but it was bottlenecked. He was getting shoved, crushed, elbows in ribs and hands smacking his head and sending him sprawling to the ground. His hands broke his fall, but touched something wet, warm and sticky. Blood. Red blood. He looked up and was met with blank, dead eyes staring at him from the ground - a boy not much younger than him, noble dressed but very much dead, neck broken and blood pouring from his gaping mouth.
Ioder didn't scream. It died in his throat even as he was yanked back to his feet yet again, the councilmen clearly trying to assert their authority to get through the mob. It wasn't working, and all at once it was like the tension in the air had snapped. And everything stopped for a moment, everyone looking around as a strange colored fog rolled across their feet.
Fast forward. A jump in the dream. New minute, same hell. Worse hell. The plants were massive, throbbing, crashing through buildings and breaking through the streets, throwing people about like ragdolls. Those that were spared the explosively growing plants were capable of escape, but even some of those fell to the horrors of the now poisoned waterways. A slow death. And painful, from the sound of their screams.
They were running. Not just rushing, running, looking for another exit, looking for another way out. They had already lost some of their numbers. How many were left? Ioder didn't have time to think about it. All he could do was run. Run and not even consider how terrified he was.
But then he saw her.
A child. Trapped behind the thick roots that had lashed across the exit to the lower quarter. Forehead bleeding, arms burned, the glow of a fire behind her. She was reaching out between a gap in the roots, pleading without words for some one, anyone to grab her. To save her.
The lower quarter. Where Yuri was from. The lower quarter, cut off from the rest of the city, from the exits, from safety.
Ioder stopped running. His feet slowed and for a moment, a breath, he just stared with wide eyes. One step towards her, then another. Her big brown eyes filled with tears fell on him, mouth moving as she pleaded. Help. Help me. His hand instinctively reached out for her, getting closer and closer and then--
An arm around his waist hauled him off the ground, spinning him around in a dizzying whirl, the person responsible turning their back to protect him and themselves from a collapsing wall that would have struck him down otherwise. He heard the girl scream a shrill, bloodcurdling scream that nearly drowned out the booming thunder and the cacophony of noises from the quickly deteriorating town.]
No no no! Let me go let me go! I have to help! I have to help them!
[Ioder's dream has him tossing and turning, whining in his sleep and broken in to a cold sweat. When he wakes it's with a loud, frightful cry and a jerk that sends him off the bed and on to the floor, tangled in the blankets. His communicator falls with him, and he's unaware of it being on or it's presence beside him. The angle is off enough that his face can't be seen, but that doesn't hide the sobbing that comes from him as he curls up on the floor and buries his face in his arms.]
[OOC: Ioder will recognize people from the bubble, however anyone that does step through the dream will be the one yanking him back away from the collapsing building, and will basically be taking the place of Flynn Scifo (yes, armor and all - but that's about it. Your character is still themselves, for all intents and purposes) for the duration of the dream. Anyone who just contacts him will get responses once he's woken up.]
[They were talking about Alexei.
Ioder knew they were talking about him because they had been for the past several hours. It hadn't been that long since the commandant turned traitor had issued his threat, but Ioder had very quickly tuned out most of it in favor of trying to ignore just how quickly his headache was growing. What could they do? What was Alexei planning? How could they stop him? All questions he didn't have answers to. All questions he wanted answers to.
They were just muted voices to him now, words having lost meaning ages ago, the sound little more than dull noises in his ears. He was rubbing his temples yet some how none of those crotchety old council men in their robes had noticed his discomfort yet. There was a thickness in the air that was bothering him more than the headache, too, but he couldn't pin point what was doing it.
And then all hell broke loose, faster than Ioder remembered it. A flash of light, everything trembling, shaking, moving, lightening cracking and thunder booming so loud it nearly made him deaf. The screams were almost louder, though...
He was moving away from the palace, feet rushing across the trembling ground causing him to stumble. There were so many people, all of them rushing, crushing, trying to get to the gates. There were councilmen on either side of him, bony hands on his arms dragging him along so roughly he could feel bruises forming under their hands. They were calling out to him, to one another, to other people but their voices only made sound to him. No words. Why couldn't he hear any words? The sobbing, the screaming, he could hear all that. But no words.
Acrid smoke was already curling up from crumbled, burning buildings. He saw hands, pale hands and legs sticking out from rubble. It made him feel ill. They were dead. He knew they were dead. There was nothing he could do to help them. He was still getting dragged along, pulled away from the scenes before he could fully process them in his mind.
It wasn't over.
They were at the gate, the way out of town, but it was bottlenecked. He was getting shoved, crushed, elbows in ribs and hands smacking his head and sending him sprawling to the ground. His hands broke his fall, but touched something wet, warm and sticky. Blood. Red blood. He looked up and was met with blank, dead eyes staring at him from the ground - a boy not much younger than him, noble dressed but very much dead, neck broken and blood pouring from his gaping mouth.
Ioder didn't scream. It died in his throat even as he was yanked back to his feet yet again, the councilmen clearly trying to assert their authority to get through the mob. It wasn't working, and all at once it was like the tension in the air had snapped. And everything stopped for a moment, everyone looking around as a strange colored fog rolled across their feet.
Fast forward. A jump in the dream. New minute, same hell. Worse hell. The plants were massive, throbbing, crashing through buildings and breaking through the streets, throwing people about like ragdolls. Those that were spared the explosively growing plants were capable of escape, but even some of those fell to the horrors of the now poisoned waterways. A slow death. And painful, from the sound of their screams.
They were running. Not just rushing, running, looking for another exit, looking for another way out. They had already lost some of their numbers. How many were left? Ioder didn't have time to think about it. All he could do was run. Run and not even consider how terrified he was.
But then he saw her.
A child. Trapped behind the thick roots that had lashed across the exit to the lower quarter. Forehead bleeding, arms burned, the glow of a fire behind her. She was reaching out between a gap in the roots, pleading without words for some one, anyone to grab her. To save her.
The lower quarter. Where Yuri was from. The lower quarter, cut off from the rest of the city, from the exits, from safety.
Ioder stopped running. His feet slowed and for a moment, a breath, he just stared with wide eyes. One step towards her, then another. Her big brown eyes filled with tears fell on him, mouth moving as she pleaded. Help. Help me. His hand instinctively reached out for her, getting closer and closer and then--
An arm around his waist hauled him off the ground, spinning him around in a dizzying whirl, the person responsible turning their back to protect him and themselves from a collapsing wall that would have struck him down otherwise. He heard the girl scream a shrill, bloodcurdling scream that nearly drowned out the booming thunder and the cacophony of noises from the quickly deteriorating town.]
No no no! Let me go let me go! I have to help! I have to help them!
[Ioder's dream has him tossing and turning, whining in his sleep and broken in to a cold sweat. When he wakes it's with a loud, frightful cry and a jerk that sends him off the bed and on to the floor, tangled in the blankets. His communicator falls with him, and he's unaware of it being on or it's presence beside him. The angle is off enough that his face can't be seen, but that doesn't hide the sobbing that comes from him as he curls up on the floor and buries his face in his arms.]
[OOC: Ioder will recognize people from the bubble, however anyone that does step through the dream will be the one yanking him back away from the collapsing building, and will basically be taking the place of Flynn Scifo (yes, armor and all - but that's about it. Your character is still themselves, for all intents and purposes) for the duration of the dream. Anyone who just contacts him will get responses once he's woken up.]