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| [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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| [This is neither the red planet nor the vast imperial city that she’s previously been seen in. It’s a simple clearing that leads to a cliff. It allows a nice view of the ocean, which strangely enough has absolutely no movement. No tide, no crashing waves against the rocks. Nothing. And for the curious wanderer they can go through the thicket of trees a bit further back but no matter what direction they go it’ll always lead to the same cliff. On the edge of it, overlooking the vast and unmoving waters is Seth, who seems just as unmoving as the rest of the dream. Her eyes are shut and an attentive eye will note two things. She doesn’t appear to be breathing at all(not that it was needed in dreams any ways) and there’s a scar that encircles her neck. And despite the presence of another person in the dream she still doesn’t move. Nothing moves. Everything is perfectly still and silent.
And when a few more minutes pass she finally sighs softly. With her peace interrupted there is no more point in pretending she doesn't know that there’s someone in the area.]
You know, this really isn’t a place fit for others. [And while that statement would normally be a bit teasing or harsh sounding that’s not so. It’s spoken softly and followed by a quiet laugh. After the laugh she finally turns her attention away from the ocean scenery.]
It might be a good idea to focus on your home. You probably don't want to stay here.
((ooc; No excuse for the post spamming(mild of course) other then the fact this probably won't ever get to happen. That being said, this is post-canon!Seth by a few years. Which means still witty remarks just less racism and bitch moods and other spoilery things that you can probably figure out.)) | |
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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 ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3) 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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| [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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| [ The luxury cruise liner, the San Ariel, is truly a breathtaking sight, as it parts the sea about its bow, the only source of waves on the still surface. From the railing lining its massive deck, the world is water in every direction, pure, glittering blue to each horizon. Warm Spring air and the scent of saltwater fill the atmosphere, the sky above caught in the perpetual twilight of sunset.
And all throughout the ship, a sort of celebration seems to be going on -- every person is in high spirits, though they hardly resemble the type one might think to find populating such an extravagant ship as this. Almost all of the partygoers are... Well. Pirates, by all appearances. Their sense of style is tragically cliché, striped shirts and hook hands and peg legs and all. If approached, however, they're also quite friendly, willing to point even their "hostages" in the right direction.
Or toward the captain, more likely, because he does so love to meet new people.
Though, at the moment... He seems to be a bit seasick, hanging halfway over the rail at the bow, while one particularly surly young man stands at attention nearby, holding his hat for him. Some kind of miserable, incoherent groan drifts up from the other side of the railing, and then--
Was that a hiccup? ] Haahh... Have I ever told you about the time I fell in love with a mermaid? [ He sounds positively dreamy as he asks, though the ridiculous question doesn't seem to be intended for the unflappably stoic man next to him, who doesn't reply. Maybe it's more like alcohol sickness, that he has, liable even to mistake members of his own crew for new faces, from this angle. ] It's a really beautiful story! | |
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| [As summer starts to peak, the beach is a great place to be, and it's bustling. Everything for a day of fun is here: nets for volleyball, plenty of people swimming or sunning themselves, kids chasing or running away from the waves, sand castles, and... a giant igloo.
Somehow, the beach-goers seem to accept this. The snowy dome digs stubbornly right into the sand, arrogantly ignoring the beating heat of the sun like a challenge. The very air around it radiates cold. Catchy pop music with sly lyrics comes from inside, where it's cold enough for the workers to wear parkas and ice skates.
The workers make graceful looping designs as they skate the food to the customers - ice cream in very distinct flavors: "Sailor Mercury" (blueberry with a hint of blackberry), "Sailor Mars" (strawberry and cherry, quite strong), "Sailor Jupiter" (mostly a mix of mints with a touch of watermelon), "Sailor Venus" (peach and mango), and even "Sailor Moon" (rainbow sherbet).
There's a second, personal igloo nearby. There, just outside its entrance, Mizuno Ami is relaxing on the beach. She deserves it. She reclines lazily on a low chair, book in hand, with a small basket of sandwiches nearby and even a tropical fruit drink right within her grasp.
A small crowd vies for the sunbather's attention, admiring her swimsuit (a modest but stylish one-piece), inviting her to join a game, showing off their own efforts, or offering ice cream. All in all? Perfect.] - Tags:ami mizuno [v2], sora [v2], ᘚ barret wallace [v1], ᘚ bianca [v1], ᘚ cloud strife [v1], ᘚ naruto uzumaki [v1], ᘚ oerba dia vanille [v1], ᘚ seth nightlord [v2], ᘚ sousuke sagara (kashim) [v1.1], ᘚ the doctor (eleven) [v1], ᘚ ventus [v2]
- Mood:amused
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| [It starts not on Earth, not even on a space station. The dusty and red surface can only hint at one thing. Mars. Thankfully no one has to walks it’s surface. Instead it’s within the safety of the colony. One of the colonies actually. Anyone is free to explore the colony. It’s rather simple. Hallways lined with windows, most of the buildings constructed like domes. A few areas for civil needs, multiple labs that are locked, viewing rooms among a few other areas. Within the largest lab Seth’s going through a stack of papers. Potential colonists as a matter of fact. And the stack of applicants is rather large. Life on Mars is more popular then a person might think. Enough to keep her from proper rest as the dark circles under her eyes might hint at. No need to worry about interrupting her work however as she pushes aside most of the papers and rests her head on the counter. Seth folds her hands behind her head and groans with frustration. Paperwork might as well be her eternal rival. But she’s not completely unaware. The fact was as Director of the Red Mars Project she was doomed to interruptions. Instead of sleeping within a dream she lifts her head and sighs.]
If there’s anything that doesn’t require my immediate attention please just…leave me a note or something. [To which case she gestures towards some free counter-space not to far away from her.]
[[ooc; So instead of ruling an Empire this consists of the Red Mars Project having been continued/restarted. Under her of course. Which also means she lacks her Empire/children. Ah well. Feel free to bother her as a member of the colony/friend/whatever you'd like.]] | |
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| [Jade is at his desk, which is a welcome change. He hasn't been able to sit at his desk in his office in months, or what feels like months, thanks to an extended stay in the magical musical city of Elegy. Yes, a very welcome change from dealing with irritating employees and the constant music. So welcome, in fact, that he's actually dreaming about it.]
[Looking back, it's probably one of the better dreams he's ever had.]
[He is reading through the stack of reports and memos that have accumulated since he left for Kimlasca (for the Harmony seems to have put his life on hold right as he went on a week-long vacation), alone in his office at the Malkuth Imperial Forces' headquarters in Grand Chokmah. It's a tidy place, save for the corner nearest the door that His Majesty's pet rappigs like. He really would see about getting it cleaned up, but it would be a futile effort. He seems almost oblivious to the presence of another person in the room... seems being the key word.]
[And what's this? You seem to have yet another report for him. Won't you give it to him?] | |
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| [ Beneath the strange light of this world's two moons - one round and white, the other small, misshapen, and red - the steel lines of twin train tracks glisten, running parallel over the horizon. The land in all directions around is all high, rolling hills, grassy and dotted with thick, clustered shrubs but sparse of trees. The peace here is absolute - but for barely a handful of seconds.
On those tracks, a train is rumbling along at breakneck speed, bright light spilling from the windows and thick, black smoke issuing from the stack. Inside, the soft, classical decor is awash in a warm, yellow glow that seems not to emit just from the sconces on the walls, the lamps on tables, but from the very substance of the train, itself.
In spite of the rather cheery effect this luminescence lends to the bigger picture, however, if one were to poke around behind the doors of the luxurious private cars, here, they might find the place a shambles. Lamps broken, furniture scattered about, glass from the windows littering the floor, and perhaps even a few droplets of something that looks suspiciously like blood dried into the carpets - it's total chaos everywhere. Or, everywhere except the dining car, which remains mysteriously intact.
In fact, the train's sole other occupant is currently holed up, there, in the midst of an exorbitant meal. He's a young-looking man with long, silver hair and thick, round spectacles, dressed in what appears to be some odd cut of cassock. He seems unfazed by the speed of the train (though in reality he is almost perpetually stricken with motion sickness), let alone the tacky, white tiger-print wallpaper plastered to the interior of this particular car. On the contrary, he's just terribly engrossed in his present bit of business-- ]
Oh yes, I think I'd like to try this one, next! [ He says, holding up his menu with a free hand, making some vague indication toward an item from the desserts section.
He's mistaken the sound of strange footsteps for those of his waitress (or waiter), it seems. Oops. ] | |
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| [You're in an open field. The sun is shining brightly, wild flowers are scattered about, and underneath the only true around is a boy with blond hair, ordinary clothes, and he's smiling just as bright at the sun because he's free, finally free, and living in a world without experiments, strange dead cities, or cruelty. If you happen to be in his family or rather he thinks you are, he will be turning to you with excitement lightening up his features.]
This is the future I wanted. What about you? Is this everything you dreamed it would be? [Well? Was it?] | |
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