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caughtinanetwork2012-04-27 05:04 pm
fistfullofmagic) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-27 05:04 pm
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[Dream/Video]
[For some, sleep is where they retreat when the world just becomes too much to deal with. Alas, ‘tis not a perfect retreat.
Upon falling asleep, Dhaos is not greeted with the fare that is usually associated with dreams. Instead, he sees a vaulted ceiling; very old, and very familiar. On the edges of his vision, four faces are visible. Terror sparks within him when he realizes what he’s lying in. He tries to bolt, only to find that he’s paralyzed.
NO!
His words too seem trapped in his throat. A heavy grinding noise sounds as a great stone lid is sealed over him. He wants to cry, scream, bang his fists against the lid, anything to escape that small dark prison.]
[Then the scene dissolves into white. For a moment, all is still and silent. And then, the faint sound of chimes. …Or perhaps it’s water? Slowly but surely, blue overtakes the white until the two meet at the horizon. Then the image sharpens and the blue transforms into the many tiers of a vast sluice. In the center of one of the many pools, a figure in black and red hovers just above the water. The world shifts again, the figure now in focus, surrounded by azure butterflies that seem to glow from within. Stillness again for a time, the only sound the ever present chimes. Then, Dhaos begins to sing.]
Face to the sea
I hear the wind
Calling me to truth
Close your eyes
And dream beneath
The warmth of skies of blue
Longing to rest my weary bones
So long the path
O be still my soul
[When he wakes, the covers are in complete disarray and his face is wet with tears. He lays there unmoving for quite some time.]
((OOC: Both dreams are interactive, so whether you decide to interfere or bother him about it after he wakes up, just specify which part you’re responding to. The song Dhaos sings is the first verse of “Starry Moonlit Night” from Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles. The game is also the inspiration for most of the second dream.))
Upon falling asleep, Dhaos is not greeted with the fare that is usually associated with dreams. Instead, he sees a vaulted ceiling; very old, and very familiar. On the edges of his vision, four faces are visible. Terror sparks within him when he realizes what he’s lying in. He tries to bolt, only to find that he’s paralyzed.
NO!
His words too seem trapped in his throat. A heavy grinding noise sounds as a great stone lid is sealed over him. He wants to cry, scream, bang his fists against the lid, anything to escape that small dark prison.]
[Then the scene dissolves into white. For a moment, all is still and silent. And then, the faint sound of chimes. …Or perhaps it’s water? Slowly but surely, blue overtakes the white until the two meet at the horizon. Then the image sharpens and the blue transforms into the many tiers of a vast sluice. In the center of one of the many pools, a figure in black and red hovers just above the water. The world shifts again, the figure now in focus, surrounded by azure butterflies that seem to glow from within. Stillness again for a time, the only sound the ever present chimes. Then, Dhaos begins to sing.]
Face to the sea
I hear the wind
Calling me to truth
Close your eyes
And dream beneath
The warmth of skies of blue
Longing to rest my weary bones
So long the path
O be still my soul
[When he wakes, the covers are in complete disarray and his face is wet with tears. He lays there unmoving for quite some time.]
((OOC: Both dreams are interactive, so whether you decide to interfere or bother him about it after he wakes up, just specify which part you’re responding to. The song Dhaos sings is the first verse of “Starry Moonlit Night” from Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles. The game is also the inspiration for most of the second dream.))
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Monster.
Demon.
Murderer.
He curls in on himself a little, his face going blank.]
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This isn't reality, Dhaos. It's a dream...
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[He curls further in on himself.]
...and the voices speak the truth... I am a monster...
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[There are so many people in Vatheon that define themselves as "monstrous". Shizuo did, too - and she didn't agree with him, either.]
Savor this, for he may never be this talketive again
[Brief flashes of humans and monsters clashing appear in the darkness, each lasting but an instant. The humans are clearly losing badly.]
...An entire kingdom brought to ruin because they used the very weapon I had warned them against to try and destroy me and my army...
[The images of war stop, only to be replaced by the same room they had previously been in, only this time the four were replaced by a man in black armor and four others.]
...When the descendants of the ones who sealed me gathered, most against their will, I killed the one who unsealed me in the name of power, and had every intention of doing the same to the others... They managed to drive me to the future through their own use of time travel, but I...I killed more there.
[He looks up again, tears steadily making their way down his face. He doesn't seem quite aware he is speaking anymore.]
...They just wouldn't stop using that technology... That destructive power... Why do they never listen...?
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[She smiles at him ruefully, reaching out to run a hand through his hair.]
It doesn't mean that you haven't sinned, but I think it means that you don't have a monster's heart.
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I...I wanted to save my people. My planet...my Derris Kharlan...is dying. [A shaky breath.] I traveled for so long to find a Mana Seed... And then to see the people of Aselia making the same mistakes as my people... I couldn't allow them to destroy my only means of saving my world...and if destroying them was the only way...
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[The difference in their ages doesn't particularly matter to her at the moment, nor does the fact that he's so much larger than she is. She continues to stroke his hair quietly as if he's a small child.]