one passing night
the evening is spread out against the sky
March 19th, 2011 
12:59 am - [001]
For anyone wandering into this dream they would find simple countryside, dirt roads passing through rice patties and wooded areas, the surroundings hazy and implied but coming into more distinct clarity the closer they came to a small house. The weather was chilly, the wind bringing a bit of a bite when it came through the trees now and then, taking leaves with it on each gust.

Tomoe was cleaning, a simple broom in hand as she swept in front of the small house. Her expression, as always, was markedly blank, at least for anyone who wasn't used to her. In truth there was a faint note of unease in her frame and the way her brows were subtly drawing now and then as she worked--but the list of those who would pick up on that were few and far between. She had misplaced something. Forgotten something. She was well aware of it, but no matter how hard she thought on it or looked she could not find it. She couldn't even remember what she was looking for, only that 'it' was missing.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching and moved carefully to the path leading up to the house, watching the newcomer owlishly. They certainly didn't look like they had traveled from Otsu.

"Are you looking for the medicine seller...?"



[ooc; Cut for tl;dr weirdness explanation )]
04:07 pm - [001]:
-You are now a passenger on the commercial airship Hilde Garde. It's pretty fancy! This is obviously how the rich travel, if the lavish decorations and mid-flight food is any indication. But don't ask how you got here. Because what's happening now is far more important.

What's important is that sky pirates are raiding you RIGHT NOW.

The leader of which is a smaller woman with bat-like wings, gesturing grandly as her pirates cover all exits, armed and ready. At her side are two much taller woman, the shorter of which being a maid armed with knives and the taller of which being a red-headed amazon of a warrior, armed only with her fists. The leader speaks.-


Ladies and gentlemen, you have all now had the honor of meeting I, Remilia, the Scarlet Devil. You would do well to part with any and all of your valuables, as well as make your peace with whichever gods you worship...

-The tallest woman makes a face.-

We're... not going to kill anyone, are we?

Just shut up and do your job, Meiling. You. -The maid points at [livejournal.com profile] sevencolored sitting near the front.- Open up your briefcase and surrender the contents to the Mistress.

This... isn't right...

-Fight the pirates? Cooperate? It's up to you, dreamers.-


[[ This is a double intro for both Meiling AND Alice, so expect separate threads ]]
05:24 pm - 002 |
[You walk on to some … yard place. There's a faint ringing noise in the background. Angel and and his favorite blonde bitch (sorry Buffy) are there, sprawled out on lawn chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses. That probably wouldn't be so weird if it weren't the middle of the night. At least the moon is nice and bright.

And now Darla is rubbing ice all over Angel's chest … there sure is no better place to be than this dream.]
08:38 pm
[It's a convention center. Is it Comic-Con? Dragon*Con? Who knows. But it's not an anime con though. This isn't Hiro's dream. Sylar's never even been to a con so maybe it's not his, either. But he's here. Among the swarms of nerds who haven't showered, are wearing disturbingly ill-fitting cosplay, or both, he's leaning against a display with his arms crossed, scanning the area for escape routes.

Peter is really fucking lucky he cares. >:( ]
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