[The world was slowly being destroyed by acid rain. Buildings were being eaten away, nothing but desert was left of the land and life itself seemed to be sparse. All one can hear is the sound of rain as it hits the building. Slowly the scene moves underground where something far less peaceful is occurring.

There is a scream that pierces the air and as one travels further down the stairs a large water reservoir can be seen. And here is the first sign of life.]

( Cut for blood and violence )[Slowly his eye opens just as he actually wakes up.  He brings a hand up and touches the eyepatch that he still wears to this day.]


[ooc: Pink is Yuuko, Green is Syaoran, Red is Kurogane, Light Purple is Mokona,Maroon is Kamui., Blue is Fai.]

[Just like everyone else that's been posting lately, it's clear this event isn't taking place in Vatheon.]

( but I got lots of them, I got lots of them... )

**

[Rin lets out a strangled cry and jerks out of bed so hard he loses balance and goes rolling right out of it, knocking his head on the end table and dropping his SFC to the floor.

He manages to get on his hands and knees, putting one hand to his head with a pained groan, panting heavily and looking pale and stricken.

For a good minute or two he's like that, trying to get his breath back while silmultaniously trying to get his head together after that.

He eventually lets out a sigh and sits up, rubbing an arm across his slightly damp brow before he finally notices the SFC and the light on it.]

... aw fuck.

((ooc: key - Bon, Amaimon, Yukio, Mephisto, Shiemi, Rin))

[It's raining. And hard. Night is just settling in when the SFC focuses on the scene that's unfolding. There's a car, what was probably a pretty expensive one, wrapped around a pole. It's totaled, and the crews surrounding it are busy working to try and pry it open. The wreckage is finally ripped open, and a body slumps out from the driver's side.

It's a woman, and she was once very beautiful. Some of that beauty can still be seen, but it's covered by blood and torn skin. Although the EMTs move in to take her out, they already know she's gone. The rain drenches them, and the woman, wiping away the blood and debris. Her face is revealed as she put on a stretcher. Her eyes are wide open, a still of her last moments alive. Her brown hair is matted and tangled from the rain.

Rinoa steps into view, as old as she is now in Vatheon, watching the scene. She hiccups as the tears fall.]

Mommy...

[It's the only word that escapes her before her mother's body is zipped up in the body bag, and the dream ends.

When Rinoa awakes, she immediately turns onto her stomach and buries her face in her pillow to muffle the cries.]

Noooooooooo!

[The voice isn't the Dolorosa's, but rather the plaintive complaint of a child. Inside a cavern, a fire burns merrily with a pot of something cooking suspended over it, and the point of focus moves to a small, grey-skinned youngster with large eyes, small horns and a mop of black, curly hair.

He's scowling, arms folded, and is.. completely naked.]

You're not making me put on pants! It's an infringement of my rights as a free troll!

[Briefly, the screen goes black as the Dolorosa closes her eyes and laughs, and when they open again the little troll is still standing there, still scowling, and still naked. It's only when she moves to step towards him that his eyes go wide and he shrieks, darting out of the way of her hands.

It's only moments before her longer strides catch him and she sweeps him up into her arms, and the shrieks and complaints turn into helpless giggles as she tickles her fingers against his ribs.]

You can be just as free with pants on, my little one. [The Dolorosa's voice is warm and kind, full of love and patience. The little troll wriggles in her arms until he's looking her in the face. She kisses his cheek and he makes a spluttery sound.]

I will. You watch. I'll be free and so will everyone else! .. Then I won't have to wear pants if I don't want to.

[She laughs again, and holds him close, and the screen flicks black again. The only sound is the soft crackling of the fire before it, too, dies away. The Dolorosa wakes up peacefully, as such a dream might imply.]


//ooc: Replies can be during the dream or after!//

Dualscar and Mindfang are seated across from each other in a room lit by candles, wood panelled and close - a ship's cabin. A crystal decanter of a deep red wine open between them, mostly empty. Their glasses are also mostly empty, but neither of them seem inclined to refill them.

Mindfang is rather distracted, you see. A troll in a slave's tunic kneels on the floor between her legs, her hands reaching up to undo the ties on Mindfang's shirt. Her hands are shaking visibly, but she doesn't hesitate in her obedience to Mindfang's will. Though the slave's face is hidden, her horns match Dolorosa's. Mindfang strokes the slave's hair, watching Dualscar under heavily-lidded eyes.

Dualscar is watching the goings-on with eyes narrowed, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration. "I'm done wwith this, Spinneret! I'm not goin' to sit here an let you wwalk all ovver me. If you're not interested in wwhat I havve to offer, then I'll just fuckin' leavve, understand? You'vve plied the seas at my sufferance all a this time. You can't just treat me like this!"

Mindfang flicks her free hand carelessly. Though her words are muffled, it's clear that she's inviting him to leave. Dualscar leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair. With a snarl, he strides from the room, cape rippling, and slams the door behind himself.

[OOC: Interactive or not is fine!]

[The images are flickering, disturbed, as if viewed as a reflection in a pond broken by ripples. Even the sounds are disjointed, muffled. One moment a male's voice, then a female laughing, then the soft and worried distant words of another. Every now and then something might be made out - a building, a shaft of light - and gradually the voices fade, all save for one, which whispers below the range of hearing, dark and low and just shy of comforting.

A voice that might be Mituna's is talking, pausing as if in expectation of a reply, then going on again. The lisped sibilants can be heard best, and if it's listened to closely, broken phrases can be made out. He's going to save them. He'll save them all and then they'll believe him. Then they'll listen.

Nothing comes clearly into focus, swimming in sparks of colour and shifting shapes, and then light suddenly explodes on the video, bright enough to be painful to anyone leaning in too close, and finally a sharp sound pierces clearly through the mumbling and stunted noise.

Screaming.

Though the images are still unclear, there's the sense of dropping, of having moved closer to the ground, and then two hands come into view, grey skinned, covered in mustard-yellow blood that continues to drip down onto them from an unseen source. He's still screaming, but it's weaker now, punctuated by harsh, broken sobs as he curls forwards then onto his side, his fingers shaking. His slowly fading vision fixes on someone kneeling by him, and he can't look up, but the legs show a familiar skeleton pattern on the clothes.

Weakly, he reaches for them..

And Mituna Captor wakes up, shrieking, his broken psionics crackling red and blue around his temples and eyes as he curls up and holds his head, sobbing hysterically.]

[Ky's outfit has changed a little. It's even more elaborate than the uniform. The white robe is heavy with ornamentation, and the word "hope" features on the skirt, shoulders, and on the cuffs of the shirt part. There's a crown in his hair (the length of which hasn't changed) that he adjusts as he enters a room.

There's a crib in the center of the room. He walks over to it and removes a baby with an eyepatch over his right eye from it. The baby looks to be around three months old.]

You look older than you did yesterday.

[His voice is contemplative, but heavy. It's a fact that clearly bothers him. A tired sigh, then Ky obvious forces himself to brighten. It's followed a moment later by the smile turning genuine.]

Let's go see your mother.

[ooc: Open to interaction during and discussion after! Dream responses will be coming from thispubliclife because the hair's wrong, but the crown and outfit are right.]

[ Cheria doesn't really want to show the network how bad she's feeling right now, and how bad she has been feeling. So, as a result, there is a text post from her on the network today. ]

For those who knew them ... Captain Malik Caesar, Sophie, and Asbel Lhant have all returned home. Sophie left about a month ago. Captain Malik and Asbel, only a couple days ago.

[ Yeeeeaaah, Cheria is not doing well. At all. ]

[ Filtered to Hubert ]

Hubert, Pascal and I were talking ... would it be all right if we moved in with you? If you're not okay with that, we'll understand. It's just, being in the house without everyone there is ...

[ She trails off, because there are so many words that could describe how it feels. She decides to leave it there. Hubert will know what she means. ]

[ Filtered to Calcedny ]

I'm not sure if you remember me, but I never got the chance to properly thank you for helping me back then. When we became children for a little while.

So, thank you.

( ooc: Permission granted by Inc to mention Cheria and Pascal talked before she posted this. ♥ )

[A peach-colored waterway stretches on for many yards, overlapping here and there like a labyrinth. With nary a crack in the walls, the lighting is dim at best, casting a purple hue on the enclosed environment. The floor is wet; it's been used mere minutes ago, and the smell of sea water blankets the faint odor of blood.

Frantic footsteps.

( Get out of his dream. )

Hey. If I haven't met you yet, I'm Izumo Kusanagi. Just got in a week or two ago.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that Bar HOMRA is opening this Friday night. My bar back home's kinda my pride and joy and the boys better be respecting it while I'm stuck here, so seeing as everything's free here, I figured I'd open up a secondary location.

Prime location too, right in the center plaza, across from where we all dropped in. Figure everyone could use a drink after the shock of showin' up here.

[ There's a short pause as Izumo shuffles around for a piece of paper he had jotted some notes down on. He holds it up, reading some things off. ]

We'll be open every day from 4 p.m till midnight. 'Cept Fridays and Saturdays where we close at 2 a.m.

Hm. Normally I'd have Happy Hour Monday thru Thursday, five till seven and Ladies Night every Friday, but since none of this is for profit I'll just have to come up with something else to offer any of you beauties stopping in. [ He looks back up to the camera to highlight this point with a charming smile ] I'll think of something, don't worry.

And, I'm hoping to get some musical entertainment in, or something like that, if you all think that'd be nice. My other place just had an old vintage jukebox.

[ There's a small, somewhat sad smile at the mention of that, but Izumo recovers quickly enough. ]

Hm. I think that covers that.

Also, I'm looking for anyone interested in helping out. Any experienced bartenders, or even any of you who might wanna learn. I don't mind training as long as you put in some actual effort.

[ He's about to end the feed when he stops and adds on one last thing: ]

Oh and, no pets allowed.


[ ooc: Edited the hell out of this cause DERP he'd been talking about drink prices when EVERYTHING'S FREE. So, sorry for sounding dumb at first... ignore my derp please. ]