Entries tagged with !theme: 2011-06

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[ Barret looks different than usual. Might be that he's a little younger ... might be his arms mirror each other, no gun arm to speak of. Though it's not easy to see him too clearly in the dim light of the mineshaft, the swing of his arms is evident as a pickaxe rises and falls.

Work, work, work--it's the kind of repetitive work that you could fall asleep after a full day and dream you're still doing, and that's exactly what going on. But there's a little twist in this dream ... one where he strikes just the right rock and a few more crumble, revealing something unexpected but welcome. He turns around and yells, what seems far too loud in a coal shaft. ]

Ha! Git a load of this! Those Shinra bigwigs are gonna be besides themselves.

[ Because what he's found is a sign that Corel is indeed plenty abundant in potential mako ... the tranquil, lazy glow of a natural mako fountain. ]

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☆ she dreams of the moon 002;

It's a castle unlike anything mankind has seen. True -- castles of all different shapes and sizes have littered throughout civilizations. Grand palaces covered in gold and kingdoms forbidden to even the common folk of their glorious empire.

But what makes this kingdom so special? If you look up, it's not the normal sky. Instead, the backdrop is the black blue color of space and hovering above is a view of the Earth.

Welcome to the Mare Serenitatis, The Sea of Serenity., dear dreamer. In the center, protected by a large and magical bio dome is a large castle. The roof tops are reminiscent of from India but it's not the only predominant ancient Earth kingdom influences -- although looking through the castle one can see that this castle backdates anything that Mankind has ever known. Where you are now is in the courtyard. There's the main pathway lined in polished white stone and fountain plinths adorn the water surrounding the mini fields of flowers inside of the courtyard.

Standing in one of the many areas of flowers is a lone woman. Most who know her would recognize her as Usagi Tsukino: the young girl with blue eyes and that peculiar hairstyle. But, this lovely lady embodies something the young girl has not honed yet. She is graceful, quiet and wise. She wears a gown pearl in color with an opaque pink ribbon that almost looks like wings that span from the waist of her dress. Her hair is still up in that familiar style, but atop of her head is a small golden crown and gracing her forehead is an upturned golden crescent moon.

Mistress of this castle; she is the only one in the courtyard and her eyes are staring quietly at the Earth, unaware of any one who may have stumbled upon this spot.

(OOC: Will be responding with

timelessmoon As with the other fast-forwarded time skip entries, feel free to assume CR if the situation calls for it I'm not too picky. Also IT'S USAGI'S BIRTHDAY TODAY! \o\;;;)

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[The Never-Ending Story] - [Act 3]

[ooc: Because I'm indecisive, two separate dreams to choose from! He's skipped back about ten years for both.]

( Night )

( Day )

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fourth stake.

[You're in Tokyo. Don't ask why, that's just how life goes. There's a vampire vs. slayer battle raging, with a ratio something like 1000:1. It's not a pretty sight. If you look up, you'll see one hundred pounds worth of girl hurtling for the ground, all dressed in black.]

Oh, Hell. And I don't even mean that in the literal sense.

[She's plummeting to her death and where was Willow? This was definitely not of the good. As Buffy cuts through the air, one by one the vamps go up in smoke. Her eyes widen as it happens, but by the time she's less than 20 meters over solid ground everyone has vanished, except one girl and one really pissed off witch. Not Willow, either. Bad witch.

The witch has Buffy's scythe and before Buffy can call out, she stabs Renée right through the heart. And suddenly, they vanish too.] Man down. Man down.

[But no one's there to hear her, and she lands almost delicately; unharmed, on the pavement.]

{ooc; feel free to assume CR this Buffy is timeskipped forward by six or seven years}

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ღ Sixth Keychain ღ Time Goes By

[Tonight's dream is different. It's, perhaps, more vivid than others. The colors are richer, more vibrant. Almost happy, whereas previous dreams had muted colors. Which is nice, because TwilightTown really is beautiful. And out and about in this world? Is none other than Sora. Except he's different. He's all grown up. And he seems much more sure of himself as he walks, moving between the markets and the alleys and the streets in general, just enjoying the eternal twilight.]

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003 | /sneaks back into the comm

[The first thing you might hear in this dream is a cry of "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" as there's an explosion, a sign that Laharl is pissed again and that you should really approach with caution--]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GET THAT SUPER RARE PUDDING?!

[...Well, at least some things don't change, even if about a few hundred years pass by and your appearance changes into something like this. He still has that sweet tooth of his, and although he has matured, today is one of the days when Etna's ordered those delicious puddings from the Sea of Gehenna and absolutely refuses to share any with him, so this is justified! Really!

Oh, yeah. After the Prinny's scurried off to get said pudding from Etna, Laharl slumps into his throne, closes his eyes and seems to fall fast asleep. When he senses your presence in the room, though...]

Whaddaya want now?

((OOC: So I'm back! And so are Laharl and Whitlea. Also: this dream takes place roughly a few hundred years after Disgaea 3's post-game. Flonne's become an Archangel (don't ask why, it's a dream), and he and Etna are still in the Netherworld, still lording it over the Prinnies and other demons. Also, he's waaaaaay too over-leveled now.))

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Third dream -- Timeskip - A fate unknown

[It was dark - darker than dark really and Ventus, while used to the darkness, was not used to this level of darkness, or the growing (morbid) fear as he dived downwards until he hit what seemed to be a platform, but it was just black for kilometres upon kilometres in all directions.

And then --

Something glimmered into existence and the boy froze, eyes wide as primal fear seeped into him - into the very dream itself --

-- And then he was scrambling back as fast as possible, but no matter what he did, he seemed to be drawing closer to it - to what looked like two keyblades merged into one with a blade sprouting out of it---

He swallowed, shaking his head in denial.

He had no clue what it was, only that he wanted away from it and why - why could he hear Vanitas's laughter ringing around - and the sounds of a fight? And taunting and this wasn't happening - he had to get away-- had to get as far away from that thing as possible and--

He tripped, hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth - was it glass - surface to not avail.]

N-No. G-GO AWAY! [The more he struggled, the closer it loomed. He thought he was gaining ground, but every time he looked back - It was closer still, rising up menacingly - beckoning the pure heart of Light -- ] GO AWAY!

[And then, as suddenly as the draw started, it stopped, and he took off, hoping to run away, to flee - find a way to leave this place, wherever it was.

Only - he was running in circles, always always ALWAYS circling back to that thing - no escape from it - or Vanitas's laughter, no matter how far he went, it would show up.]

Current Mood: lonely

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002 | iridescent |

[ The dream tonight is a rather empty one, compared to the brilliant things that people could find themselves in. A simple beach surrounded by mountains, clear blue skies and a deep blue lake, and a small picnic area set to the side. The moon can be seen, despite it being day, rippling in the water. By the waterfront is an old station wagon, and of course the Doctor. He stands with his hands in his pockets, staring out over the restless waters, with his back to the dreamer.

He seems older than normal. He doesn't look a day older, but his shoulders are sagged and his head held as if he were carrying burdens upon burdens of the universe - similar to Atlas. With a deep sigh, he tilts his head back and looks up at the sky. ]

(ooc: This is Future!Eleven for the time event! As explained in the ooc post, it means this is the Eleven we see from the beginning of Impossible Astronaut as opposed to the Eleven from The Doctor's Wife. Your character doesn't need to be affected by the event to tag him, but Eleven will be acting as if he has known your character for nearly two hundred years~ )

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Timeskip: Choose Your Own Adventure

Scenario A
( Told to wait )

Scenario B

( Told to seek. )

[OOC: Depending on the choice made, here, you’ll be tagging with either

lockandkeyblade or

vacationisalie . You can post more than once if you’d like to play out both!]

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[You're in a clean white room with large windows. Half finished model airplanes are scattered all over the ground. In the center of all of is a large white chair looking almost like a throne with sick white wings sticking out of it and a cross at the very top of it. It's turned to the window.]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[A voice calls out from the chair as if reading from a book. It's impossible to see them past the wings but, if you look at the reflection in the window things change. A young blond haired boy in his teens is staring at you with a thin smile on his face. One of his eyes will seem strangely red but, that must be a trick of the reflection, right?]

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra. Child, avert not thine eyes.

[The chair swirls around. That boy is now facing you with one eye glowing red.]

What kind of future do you want?

[ooc; Replies will be from

untiltheyscream . As a warning, this is the future where 01 is possessing Cain's body. To put it simply, 01 is evil and will offer anyone here creepy replies forever. No worries he won't be attacking or harming anyone in the dream unless it's to its benefit. Just yeah. Creepy forever and possibility of hurt. You are now officially warned.]

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001 // icing on the cake

[They say that home is where the heart is, right? Appropriate then that one searching for a heart would end up dreaming of the place he had felt most at home.

You'll find yourself on the steps of a clocktower, mere metres away from the perfect place to sit and enjoy the view. The sunset's as beautiful as it always is in this place, the weather perfect and the atmosphere one of comfortable familiarity.

However, your seat is already occupied- a young man in a black coat sits at the edge of the tower, feet dangling. There's an ice cream bar in one of his hands and the other is splayed out against the bricks, holding him up as he leans back slightly, taking it all in.

You gonna join him? He is waiting for someone- after all, this is where they always meet after missions. Why should today be any different?]

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[007 ☿] Dream a little dream

[It's been a rainy dream, as Mizuno Ami (aged seven) walks home. Her backpack looks quite plump and full, probably due to the extra books she brings to have something to focus on during lunch.

Some things distract even her.

Ami hops across a few small puddles then, after a quick thought to decide it's alright, she hops across a much larger one. She sails through the air- and clears her target! All dry. She giggles in satisfaction.

The rain has stopped by now and there's a playground nearby, where the ground and equipment are somehow dry enough to use. Ami has a long time before Mama will be home, and she knows the people who live around here and play at this spot.

She can finish her homework after dinner (and she really will). Right now, she really wants to play. She climbs carefully into the seat of one of the swings, which turns out to be a touch too high for her and she pumps her legs but barely gets up momentum.

She might need a little help. She could also use a friend to play with.]

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fourth battle

[Whitlea's dream takes place--yet again--in a grassy road somewhere near her hometown. Some may see, however, that the Pokemon there have changed, and the grass has grown a little taller. Indeed, quite a few things have changed since Whitlea first set foot on Route 1.

For instance, Whitlea herself has changed. She's grown taller, for instance, and fills out better. She's traded in short shorts for longer khaki pants, although her outfit, besides that, remains largely unchanged.

Where is she?

Right now she's relaxing somewhere nearby, feeding her new Staravia (from her adventures in Sinnoh) and a newly-hatched Eevee along with four of her old team: Samurott, Unfezant, Simisear and Conkeldurr. While she won't turn down a challenge, she certainly will talk with you.]

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εїз 03

[Just like last time it’s still a colony and still Mars. However this time all the lights are dimmed, even the suns light doesn’t appear as bright as it should be. The atmosphere is far from the gentle idealistic world it had been last time. The entire area seems a little darker, colder. Those whose wander it’s halls will discover many of the colonists, while they don’t speak, only give suspicious looks. And for the dreamer?

She’s much smaller but dressed in the same uniform as every other colonist. She’s curled up in a hallway, face buried in her knees. Her overly large sleeves are pushed up, a few small but bruises line her arms. Being a living experiment wasn’t always something she could live with and when she couldn’t? Those bruises are an example on how it was dealt with. On a better day. They wouldn’t last long but it was a reminder. Don’t act out. Don’t compromise the mission or colony. It’s a lesson that a child doesn’t always completely understand or know how to properly deal with. And so anyone who does notice the tiny bundle that is the dreamer might hear an occasional sniffle. She’s not upset. At least that’s what she can tell herself.]

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