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onepassingnight2011-03-08 12:29 am
messiahed) wrote in onepassingnight2011-03-08 12:29 am
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first ☠ war
Sleep never came easy to the battle-hardened soldier. Hope had been spared the sin of murder time and time again, but she had caused enough deaths. Killed several. Yet it wasn't what she'd done that haunted her nightmares, but what she had yet to do.
Dreams were always chaos for Hope. Anyone who could see the girl might see her world shifting every second. One minute she's in a dystopia. There's nothing for miles around but flat earth. No cities, not even a trace of life, and she's running. She can't stop running. She looks half mad with fright but she never stops going. Suddenly the world is gone from under her and the water is caving in all around her. She kicks her legs and struggles against the current but she knows this is it. She's going to drown.
When she finally submerges the world's changed again. There's a peaceful looking land with small square homes. It's an agricultural community. The water's all gone and Hope now stands in the middle of a battlefield. Cockroache-like humans overtake the little town of New Liberty and people run screaming through the town. She watches as they die again and again and she can't stop it. One of the roaches turns on her. She screams into the night, the name 'Nathan' on her lips, before her little dream goes black.
At long last she opens her eyes, still in the dream but finally fixed in place. She's sitting upright as her eyes open to a world fuzzy and beyond her focus. As she blinks the darkness away she finds herself in Utopia.
But Utopia is far from perfect. Beyond the waters Hope watches quietly as people scream under the massacre of the sentinels. San Francisco falling to the sentinels might as Hope watches from the ledges of Utopia.
This is all that she dreams, and her dreams never stop.
Dreams were always chaos for Hope. Anyone who could see the girl might see her world shifting every second. One minute she's in a dystopia. There's nothing for miles around but flat earth. No cities, not even a trace of life, and she's running. She can't stop running. She looks half mad with fright but she never stops going. Suddenly the world is gone from under her and the water is caving in all around her. She kicks her legs and struggles against the current but she knows this is it. She's going to drown.
When she finally submerges the world's changed again. There's a peaceful looking land with small square homes. It's an agricultural community. The water's all gone and Hope now stands in the middle of a battlefield. Cockroache-like humans overtake the little town of New Liberty and people run screaming through the town. She watches as they die again and again and she can't stop it. One of the roaches turns on her. She screams into the night, the name 'Nathan' on her lips, before her little dream goes black.
At long last she opens her eyes, still in the dream but finally fixed in place. She's sitting upright as her eyes open to a world fuzzy and beyond her focus. As she blinks the darkness away she finds herself in Utopia.
But Utopia is far from perfect. Beyond the waters Hope watches quietly as people scream under the massacre of the sentinels. San Francisco falling to the sentinels might as Hope watches from the ledges of Utopia.
This is all that she dreams, and her dreams never stop.
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[The voice is neither judgmental nor concerned. It turns out to belong to a girl in her late teens, with Asian features. Mizuno Ami.]
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The voice is low. There's no fear, because that would require actually opening herself up to that emotion, but there's no hint of any feeling. It's all gone. She spent it all and now she doesn't quite remember what it is to feel anymore.
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This, too, comes without judgment. After all, Ami has also done some terrible things just to be the one to live. She has let others pay the price for her, more than once.
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Hope snapped at that, like her world had fallen back into place again. She jumped up from the ledge now, turning to face the newcomer. It didn't matter to her if the words were without judgement, they were still said and they still carried implications.
"I can't help anyone if I don't even know who I am!" She nearly screamed now. Suddenly she stopped though. The building behind them seemed to be reacting now to the massacre beyond the water. The doors opened and Hope watched in silence as X-Men filed out of the hangar, taking off into the sky and in boats to the city. She watched slowly as they began to take on one sentinel after the other...
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It made some of the facade drop. She was always weak to similarities.
"How far will you go to find it?" she asked. It was the natural next question; it was also entirely personal. She'd fought so hard to put the pieces together, from the moment she knew some were missing, from the moment she suddenly had memories that made no sense and had to figure out which ones to believe.
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He reaches a hand out to her. "Let me take you somewhere else," he says quietly. Perhaps most dreamers wouldn't be able to do this, wouldn't know how or maybe even realize that they were dreaming to start with. But Minato's dead, and has been here for long enough that he knows the way things work and can work with them as he likes.
late tag is laaaaaaate
Until a voice seemed to snap her out of it. She hadn't even noticed him crouching at her side or the hand he offered her. She mentally chided herself for missing such an obvious thing, what if he was an enemy?
She had gotten lucky he wasn't. In fact... something about the strange boy seemed to calm her, like she could shut out the rest of the world and focus on him.
After a moment of hesitation, in-grained in her over years of developing a flight response, Hope reaches out to take his hand, standing up at the edge of the cliff and nodding her head. "All right," is all she can seem to manage to say.
who cares!!
Gekkoukan High has a tall, concrete fence and a wrought iron gated entrance, but they appear in the bricked courtyard before the large white school complex. Surrounded by decorative trees flushed in spring green, there are one or two benches scattered along the edges of the bricked area. It's silent, not a single student or teacher or caretaker around, just Hope and Minato and a soft breeze rustling the leaves now and again.
It matches the peaceful state of mind that Minato has been caught drifting in since he died. Still memories, and no consequences. But he makes himself focus on her, not releasing her hand and instead clasping it gently. "Is this better?"
not yoooooou~
Which she had only ever seen one real high school, and that had been while driving past it. It was where teenagers who weren't mutants or messiahs when for different kinds of teachings that fit their lives. That's what Nathan had told her. Hope had never expected to actually step foot in a high school, though.
"Where are we?" She asks, looking to Minato again. Always be aware of your surroundings, which was a little hard to do when you didn't know where you were. Still she had several escape routes mapped in her head just from what she could see so far, though.
Somehow, she didn't think she'd need any of them.
nnnnnope we'll be doing this thread this time next month
it only took me 4 days this time!
"I went to Japan once," She comments idly as she still takes in the sight of the school. "I didn't get to really see Japan, though."
progress is being made :D
There's a beat, and Minato adds, "I'll show you around the school if you want." He's spent so much time here, it's not hard to recreate it. It doesn't even take much effort, just casting his mind back and letting the dream draw the lines in for him.
less than 30 minutes! best record! 8D
Then she remembered the offer, pulled from her reverie she turned to flash Minato a grin. "Could you? I've never been in an actual school." Utopia was a base, really. And the classrooms like prison. She wanted to see how normal teenagers spent their days.
/wild applause!! :3
"Sure," is all he answers. "Let's go in." He turns to lead her to the steps. It's a bit of a walk, especially at his slow pace, hands stuck in his pockets. The stairs lead to double doors and large glass windows, set into the white, white building.
Inside the first room, glimpsed through the windows, are long rows of lockers. They're not like American lockers - these are more like what's found at bus stations, short rows going across the entryway filled with small lockers stacked on top of each other. It leads out into a room with high ceilings and a staircase winding up against the far wall, a reception desk off to the left and a bulletin board to the right. Wide hallways lead out on either side past closed doors. Everything is still in white, the tiled floor lending to the airy feel.