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| [When Asuka saw the new buttons on her SFC, she didn't think much of them. Sure, she didn't remember them being there before, but what would really happen from pressing a button? Which is why she pushed one - and subsequently wound up asleep.]
[The dream starts with a view of Asuka inside some sort of cockpit. A few might recognize the strange red garment she wears from the day she showed up. Her face shows a smirk that matches the confidence in her voice as she speaks.]Full power, maximum speed from the start, got it? [A boy of the same age range answers over some internal communications system, face unseen.]I know that. We'll finish in sixty-two seconds. ( GIANT DANCING MECHA )(OOC: This dream is non-interactive, so responses should come via the network. It's safer for your character that way, trust me. Also, I seriously recommend watching the video in the "music" link above! I tried to describe the battle as best as I could, but the sequence itself shows it best.) |
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| [He hadn't wanted to go to sleep. Darkleer knows better by now. He can recall quite clearly what had happened the last time Vatheon changed like this, although it had been in a much more severe way. Dreaming about how Sufferer had to hate him, his fears in fighting the Grand highblood... Maybe they had forced him into action, into doing something he would have normally avoided. Maybe they helped, in some way.]
[That doesn't mean he wants to show so much of himself again to all of Vatheon. Throughout the week, he spends time worrying over the way his mind might betray him. Would it be his point of view with the execution of Signless? Would it be his time spent alone in the cave for decades, only Mindfang as his sole contact with the world? His confrontations with the Highblood? Maybe it wouldn't be dark and simply be embarrassing, shameful.]
[Eventually as the week goes on, however, he realizes there's really nothing more he can do. It's with some reluctance that he passes his hand over his SFC, not even bothering to glance at what button he presses down on. It's time he simply got it out of the way. With that, he falls asleep, his last thoughts envious of the dream a certain Hyrulian princess had...]( ===> Darkleer : Have a wish )[tldr - Darkleer is basically dreaming of an Alternia where Summoner wins his war (spoiler: it's not canon) and he feels like he has a place in things. Non-trolls will be seen as visitors from other planets, whether messengers or ambassadors or whatever. Depending on his CR with them, troll characters will be rather important figures in this reconstruction.]
[If your character knows this is a dream but doesn't know their role, I can BS something if you don't want to. If your character has been suckered into dream logic, then feel free to do whatever you like! If you need to contact me, my plurk is trilies.] |
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| [ Yata's got some serious deadpan eyes going here. He's been watching these dream videos all week, and holy shit, everyone around here is depressing as hell. ]
These are some pretty damn lucid dreams everyone around here is having. Where's all the shit that doesn't make any sense? You know, flying cows and singing flowers and old dudes who give you way too much advice that a: you don't need, and b: doesn't make any god damn sense in the first place?
All these broadcast dreams, and they've almost all been depressing as shit. Do any of you have any good things you dream about?
[ a pause, and the look on his face now is one of vague annoyance ]
On another note, make sure to check out Bar HOMRA since it's open now.
[ Yata glances over his shoulder to call out to someone in the background. ]
There, are you happy? I advertised. Not sure why we'd want a bunch of outs---
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| (( OOC: video version here ♥ ))( Can you hear me, dad? I'm doing okay... it took a while, but I finally got your message. )[Yukari awakens gradually. Despite her dream, it isn't unpleasant, so she doesn't even feel the need to open her eyes. In fact, she'd rather not, knowing that the dream was just broadcast to absolutely everybody. Her eyes are probably still wet too -- maybe even a little red. So instead, she reaches over to her SFC to switch off the video feed; violently, much in the way one would hit snooze on an alarm clock.
Now that it's over with, she wants to just curl up and get some sleep that is actually restful. But instead, she finds herself lying awake.
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| [The first thing you can see is the interior of a big mansion. Liberta shows shortly afterwards, walking around and apparently searching for something.
He mutters under his breath:]
To think that Nova actually has human feelings...
[He looks around again.]
Where did that cat go?
[Then something white appears further down the corner.]
Ah! W-wait!!
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| [As Laharl is a talented sleeper, he's also pretty good at staying up for long periods. But, at last, the exhaustion takes hold, and he dreams. There are worse memories it could show, but this, for him, dredges them up anyway.][Laharl approaches the Overlord's castle with the slow steps of one who's been gone for quite some time. The demons guarding the gate barely acknowledge him as he passes. Inside, a few of the vassals exchange glances and whisper to one another about "Krichevskoy's son." Only one small, penguin-suited prinny totters up to speak to him directly.]His Majesty King Krichevskoy is waiting in his throne room, dood. [Laharl's mouth twists into a snarl at the first mention of the name.] Let him wait! He can round out the century for all I care! [He shoves the prinny aside, though it wasn't really in his way, and stalks on through the castle, past his father's vassals, and to his room. Things are quiet, dark, and empty, here.
From the abundance of cobwebs, it's obviously disused. There's a coffin-shaped bed in the center of the room, a child's bed, practically a crib, too small for him now. He stands gripping the edge, remembering something, and then pushes the bed away violently, setting it aflame so it lands smouldering on its side.
He sinks down onto the floor to watch it burn. The anger doesn't leave his face, but there's a deep sadness evident beneath it, now that no one should be around to see.]
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