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| [Minato's sitting in front of a shrine on a bench, tuning his viola. He hums a note lightly to himself, running the bow across the strings to make sure it matches up. He has a good ear for pitch, and can tune from memory by now. The sky is a vivid blue above him, only small wisps of clouds drifting by, and the grass is a perfect green beneath his feet. Soft sounds of spring are in the background: birds chirping, people talking as they walk by, faint traffic.
He glances up when he notices someone approaching, and breaks into a smile. It's much brighter than anything seen on him before.] Hi.
[This is his perfect dream, and in it, he has countless numbers of friends, all very close to him. He's alive again, after all, with no consequences. Therefore if you tag in, that's the case with Minato and your character - they're close friends.] | |
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| [Cordelia is banging on the door to Angel's room. With her luck, he's probably sleeping. Again. That's all he does these days, which was annoying to say the least. Especially because he apparently kept having dreams about Darla. Ew much? Still, she made him blood pudding like Minato suggested to her, and he was going to eat it damnit.]
Angel, get your ass up already before your blood gets cold. [She doesn't mention that he's getting it in the form of blood pudding today. Somehow, she doubts he would come out if she did.] | |
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| [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.] | |
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| [It's a dream Cordelia has a lot. She's getting out on the red carpet of some movie premiere, her arm intertwined with some hunky guy. In this dream she's a famous movie star, loved and adored by all. There's no visions here, or demon goo, or anything gross like that. Things are simple. She has money and she's happy and it's everything she's always wanted.
Even if you don't know her, in this dream you do. You recognize her as the movie star Cordelia Chase. She's been in an array of films, some dramatic but most were feel good romantic comedies. It was her niche, so to speak.
As she steps out on the red carpet, the light bulbs of the cameras go off, and she flashes a smile to the adoring public.]
You're all too kind, really. | |
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| [Welcome to Caritas. It's a classy, dimly lit karaoke bar. Now it appears to be empty, except for some freaky green demon guy singing love ballads while Angel and a tiny blonde girl in a red dress slow dance and whisper sweet nothings to each other. You can kind of pick up something about him killing her but her being "over it," and a few mutters about secret dates.
And then the making out starts … ] | |
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| [Buffy is wandering through the Sunnydale graveyard, still wearing the clothes she died in. Her pants are torn at the knees and thigh, shirt ripped up the side. She has a minor head wound, but none of that seems to matter as she sluices through the fog, stake at the ready.]
Oh, come on. Don't make me say it. [She rolls her eyes.] Olly olly oxen free.
[Just like that, there's a slew of vampires. Human but for their ridged faces, fingers still torn from clawing out of their own graves. She stakes one, turning and dipping like butter to the next. She never pauses, an unwavering force until they're all gone.
And then it's only you and Buffy, and she sees you across the astroturf, swinging her stake like the Lone Ranger before placing it at her back pocket.]
Don't worry, [she assures you.] You're safe now. | |
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| [There's a young man, Japanese even if his black hair has a blue sheen, sitting on a park bench. He's cradling what looks like a gun in his hands, staring down at it and running a finger along the barrel. There's an odd affection to the motion, but also a definite respect.
Minato has a longstanding relationship with his Evoker, and it's a complicated one.
Above him a dark, looming shadow flickers in and out of existence. It's indistinct, and large, easily bigger than a tall person; it floats and seems to be getting slowly more present as he considers his Evoker.] So many new people... I can tell that they're arriving. [His voice is quiet, soft, very little emotion to it. Minato has been alone for a long time now. He's completely oblivious to the fact that it looks like he's contemplating suicide.]
I've gotten used to being alone.
[He glances up. The dark shadow smooths out of existence completely.] You're new, too, right? | |
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