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| She's running. As her legs pump against the ground, they can't seem to carry her fast enough. Far away from that psycho transfer student that was trying to murder the poor... thing that Madoka carried in her arms. Sayaka tightened her grip around her friend's hand as she pulled her forward, her mind constantly going back to the weird powers Akemi seemed to possess. Just... who was that girl?! Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to fade away. The basement-esque appearance of the mall's sub floor seemed to all but fade away, leaving an odd, twisted world in their place. Strange creatures began to flit about as the blue-haired girl slowed down, her eyes widening in horror. "Th... this isn't real, is it?! Madoka! I'm having a nightmare, aren't I?!" Sayaka spun to face her friend, to pull her close for protection and comfort. But the pink haired girl was no where to be found. "Where's the emergency exit?!" | |
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| Tonight's dream takes place by a secluded arctic lake, nestled among the frozen snow. Subtle strains of classical music come from nowhere, adding to the atmosphere of calm. Ami seems completely at ease, seated at a table resting on the surface of the ice. Though the sharp scent of cold air finds no relief in the thin sunlight, she seems unaffected. She tucks an errant lock of hair out of her way, and scrutinizes the arrangement of pieces on a chessboard, deep in comfortable thought. All in all, it's a perfect birthday. | |
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| [ Sometimes dreams aren't particularly exciting and there's really nothing going on. The setting is peaceful enough as it's just lightly breezy day with clear blue skies. Harry's sitting cross-legged up on a hill over looking a great black lake. ]
[ That's all, no running or screaming or horrible nightmares from that past June. Peace and quiet. At least... for now. ] | |
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| Hermione is running through a forest, not looking behind her as she races through the trees. She doesn’t know what’s chasing her all she knows is that she has to get away from it and she has to get away from it quickly. This is a dream that’s she’s had consistently but there’s something different about it tonight. She still has her wand in her right hand, the forest looks the same and there are those footsteps behind her getting closer and closer. But this time there’s a second set of footprints running almost parallel to her. She’s not alone. She doesn’t know what it is but there’s something about those footsteps…she’s not scared of them.
But she doesn’t slow. That is until she trips over a fallen branch and rolls down a small hill. She stops herself when she reaches the bottom, getting up as quickly as she can and she looks around, eyes scanning the tree line. The sound of footsteps has stopped. They’ve never stopped before. She also feels a strange sense of calm wash over her like everything is okay and a thought immediately pops into her head. She’s not being chased anymore. Whatever it was that was chasing her is gone. She’s safe.
…Well, this is new. She hears those footprints again though. The second pair. “Hello? Hello, is someone there?” | |
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| [ On the outset, there's nothing really sinister about the little mountain town. Cast in the dull, grey-green daylight filtering down through a summer-thinned cap of fog, it may seem eerie - especially mountainside, where the winding trails begin and the shadow of that grand, abandoned manor looms (if asked, of course, the locals will tell you it's haunted; about this, the children are quite serious, and the adults only moderately less so). But it is a safe haven away from the badly mutated monsters that roam the countryside freely and before the equally bloodthirsty spires of the nigh impassable range beyond.
There is a cozy inn, a well-stocked general store, and a small population of drably-garbed villagers bustling about. The shouts of the town's few children racing to and fro echo through the crisp, clear air; nearer to the center of the town's miniature main common, the steady flow of water in the towering well adds to the calm, almost sleepy atmosphere that pervades this simple, scenic little wide spot in the road.
On the surface, there's nothing wrong at all. Unless, that is, you happen to spot the lone resident here who seems the least bit out of place.
He looks just like a native: a pale, blue-eyed child with blond hair that stands up adamantly in messily arranged spikes - even at the ends, where it's been pulled back into a short ponytail. His clothes are a little big for him - a boy of no more than seven or nine, give or take a year or two if he's small for his age (and he is) - including the scuffed up, clunky brown boots on his feet. There are grass stains and ground in dirt in dark patches on his shirt and shorts, both a little threadbare. And he is insubstantial to the point of transparency, a shadow in the shadow of the well with his half-corporeal hands clasped around something obscured just enough to be of no shape at all, hidden in his grip where it hovers just before his chest.
He seems anxious, as children attempting to keep obvious secrets out in the open often are, but not bothered by the fact that no one else here appears able to see him. Whenever a villager drifts close, they always abruptly change course, or stop, as if remembering some other forgotten errand, and promptly trace their steps back. Nobody glances in his direction except to look past him to some other point in the distance. (If asked, of course, he'll say it's normal, and with all due sincerity, too.)
With one last furtive glance cast over the house across the dusty little plaza from him, he rolls the object over in his hands and comes to some crucial decision. Setting out determinedly from the safe spot beneath the water tower, Cloud skirts past his own home, giving it a wide berth, and forges determinedly on toward the twisting path that leads out of town - and up into the Nibel mountains. ][ ooc: no theme, just horrible!! childhood dreams. B[ i have no excuse. responses will come from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) justskinnedknees unless/until Cloud reverts to his usual self. ] | |
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| She doesn't know this place, but she won't let that slow her down. Mercury focuses on the layout provided by her visor. The entire atmosphere of the place is disorienting, saturated in darkness and an unstable pulse, but whether the dark energy still present in her own body protects her, or whether secrecy does, she keeps her head. Her schematics are curiously blank in some areas - intriguing - but she keeps on a steady path towards her goal. When a few beeps warn her of approaching life-energies, the spy secrets herself behind a pillar. Sentries come into view: blank-faced humanoid droids with black crescent moons on their foreheads - ready, she knows instinctively, to infiltrate and kill. Numerous and forceful, they'll be difficult to eliminate. And if they spot her, they'll raise an alarm. Mercury takes out a small device, a cell phone, and with a few clicks, she is costumed as one of them. A moment later, the newcomer joins the group. It passes among them without notice and, if a very close eye were looking at the shapeless features, it seems to give a self-satisfied smirk. After all, these creatures can be dealt with in the same stroke as her larger mission. The false droid heads straight towards the very center of the castle. At another time, the prospect of seeing the malefic black crystal reactor, the main energy and power source of this planet, might have been a source of fascination. But it is notoriously unstable. The force behind the enemy's threat. This time, she is here to take it out. | |
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| [Something about this place is a little...well, spooky! There's a big, dark forest, filled with bare trees and shadows that could be hiding just about anything. If you follow the path that winds through this forest, you'll reach the town square, which is surrounded by buildings that look more like part of a graveyard than a city (and if you're looking for an actual graveyard, it's down the small path to the right). At the center of it all is a decorative fountain...though the animals look like they might bite!
Oh, but it's not all bad. There's a certain joy in the air to go with all the fright. The spooky spirit of this world forever lit by a bright moon may remind you, if your world has it, of a certain holiday. So don't be afraid - or do! After all, getting scared is just part of the fun of Halloween.
At least you won't have to explore this haunted locale alone. There's one little boy running around in a scary costume, though one much simpler than his older self will wear, who seems more than ready to go trick or treating.
Even those of you who might know Halloween Town will realize that this world is not an exact copy; many landmarks are missing, and a few pieces of the islands (is that a coconut on the ground over there?) have slipped into Sora's imagining of a world based on a holiday. Will you come with him to explore it? Or hide from the ghosts and goblins lurking in the shadows?] | |
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| He rises up through the stairs, his reticule levelled until his eyes readjust to the light, and sees instead masses of people... All dressed in curious regalia, reminiscent of the worlds he had explored, but in a more imitative style than cultural style he had seen in the nexii he had visited... Not to mention many of them seem to be feeding on snack foods rather than full meals they'd devour too quickly. Turning to the windows, he realizes it's a twentieth-first century Earth. No supernatural presences anywhere.
As he turns around, he realizes the cyan lines of the HUD are no longer there, and his eye level is lower. Something's off. Even as he walks, he doesn't so much hear thuds, but clicking. There is an advertisement on the wall about a “Convention” in oriental kanji, denoting the location as... Tokyo.
He puts a hand forward to lean on the wall to inspect the writing -- but the limb that moves forward is the delicate arm of a girl... and from the little he sees of the body, it's the gloved arm of a young senshi rather than the metal of the MJOLNIR.
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He -rather, she- looks below.
"Not again."
Joan hears herself in a feminine voice. | |
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| She's already late for school. Homura runs at top speed - and of course she has a test today, which she never realized until this moment. She hasn't studied.
(It's still better than the dreams where she runs into battle, just a moment too late, just in time to see her best and only friend falling-
How many times has that happened? How many times has she relived it in nightmares?)
By the time she rushes into the school, breathless to the alarm of her classmates who are used to her calm punctuality, she wants nothing more than to sink into her seat. But then their confusion turns to laughter. Homura very, very slowly reaches up to her head...
... and runs her fingers along the headband with cat ears Madoka talked her into wearing as a costume when she spent the night. She pulls and tugs and yanks at it, but it won't come off no matter what she does. She frowns uncomfortably. Madoka, a pink-haired girl with pigtails sitting just nearby, gives her a sympathetic smile and will probably use the lunch period to tell her it's alright.
So much for the cool Homura. | |
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| The setting is rather a peaceful one, a gentle summer afternoon. It's neither too hot, nor windy, there's a cloud or two in the sky, but all in all it seems like a perfect day to be outdoors. Excellent picnic weather actually and that was part of the reason the young man was currently sitting on the bank of a wide river.
Roy was dressed simply in a white t-shirt and a pair of brown pants, his shoes currently rested beside him with his socks stuffed into them. He seemed to be waiting on someone to join him as he silently watched the water flow by.
{ooc: Since I decided to start with something light-hearted for once. The man's pre-Ishval here in the dream (which makes him around 18-20) and the setting is of a possible picnic with his best friend, but feel free to replace the expected friend and either brackets or prose are welcome, I'll match either} | |
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