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| [ Harry's locked in a room where there are no definite doors and the walls are solid white aside from the very obvious writing all over the walls. He's holding a strange looking quill and blood is pouring from his hand as he's clearly written 'I must not tell lies' all over the room- walls, ceiling, and floor are covered in blood-red lettering. ]
[ He drops the quill and looks around again, in a far corner there's a tombstone and a freshly dug grave. Harry moves over to it to see who's grave it is, a sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly who's it is. ]
Here lies Cedric Diggory. Died in a tragic accident
[ Harry stares numbly at the Tombstone as Anger starts to build, his fingers twitching to grab his wand. ]
'Has it sunk in yet?'
[ A sickening voice like poisoned honey sounds from all around the room. And before he's even aware of what he's doing Harry has his wand-]
Reducto!
[ The tombstone blasts into pieces. ]
(( No theme this time. Just depressing stuff that's on Harry's mind >: )) | |
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| [ Today is a rather odd dream. Normally one thinks of tea parties and the such when they find the Hatter of Wonderland. Instead there is a room, filled to the brink with unfinished hats and pieces of clocks littered all over the floors. Clocks and hats of every era. Be careful where you step! The fellow in the cowboy hat and tweed long coat doesn't seem to notice you--but he will if you step on anything in the room. Or touch anything. He's laying on his back, cowboy hat on his face, twiddling fingers on his chest and seemingly asleep.
Tread carefully. ]
(( ooc: THEME POST! The Doctor is a twist on The Hatter of Alice In Wonderland. What his story is in this dream, well, you'll just need to ask and see. ;) ] | |
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| Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.
It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.
“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”
(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls) | |
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| [ He can vaguely hear everyone in the stands cheering. He knows that each school is cheering on it's champion but for some reason he makes out the Cheers for Cedric Diggory the best. He ignores the horrible sinking feeling at the sound of that name and plunges on through the maze. ]
[ He recognizes this place easily and his heart gives a horrible jolt. He's back in the maze-the maze from last June. He moves along the high hedges, keeping an eye out for anything that might attack him as his hunts-not for the Triwizard cup but the exit. He doesn't want to be here-he know how it ends and it's something he absolutely refuses to relive. He can hear something on his heels and chances a look back to see he's been running through some kind of purple mist. While his attention is snagged he trips over something and pitches to the floor. ]
[ He lands with a thud and it somehow plants an idea into his head-Cedric isn't dead yet! He's overcome with a burst of hope as he realizes that if he can just find the Hufflepuff he can warn him about the cup! Tell him it's a portkey and Voldemort won't be able to come back to power! He scrambles to his feet and holds his wand out, hissing at it. ]
Point me!
(( ooc: Spoilers - He won't find Cedric >: Also, This probably has potential to get pretty dark. At the point Harry was taken from Cedric's death was only about three months ago so yes, his dreams are still plagued by it. )) | |
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| [ There is a boy seated at a small desk in a darkened room scribbling away on a piece of parchment surrounded by books. He stops writing only to pull out more Parchment and starting to write on that. It isn't long before he grabs more parchment and abandons the other piece. He starts writing faster now as the stack of books begins to grow in height as does the blank parchment. ]
[ He's not writing fast enough, however as the stacks continue to grow and grow until they can no longer continue up and topple over-spilling all over the classroom floor. Somehow, when they toppled they took Harry's half-completed homework with them and all the papers and books are scattered all over the floor. When he goes to sort through them again the papers seem quite insistent on staying where they are and a few even try to bite the poor kid. ]
[ They rearrange themselves on the floor and the essay he had been writing shows itself at last. He doesn't think anything of it as it waves to him and stalks forward to grab it, only it disappears and then reappears on top of the chandelier, still waving and now it even feels like it's giggling while it's so far out of his reach. ] | |
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| [ There 's a prominent jingle of bells as she walks , the ends of black braids brushing within her shoulder blades as a catty smirk pulls at the corner of her lips . It's an empty , dark space with nobody around that she finds herself in , and she knows that it 's a dream . There 's never a single moment where she 's left alone , seeing that idiots always found the need to pry and prod into her life . Still , that sarcastic smirk is still worn as she twirls around on a heel , grinning madly at the path behind her . ]
Now, now, kitty isn't the only one here...
[ Her voice trails off , and she begins walking down the empty path . ] | |
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| [ The Doctor is at the console of the TARDIS this evening, flicking lightly at one of the switches on it. His cowboy hat is firmly on his head and his eyes are on the blinking lights. He eyes the phone on the console before looking back at the lights. He always knows where to go, what to do. What left he can see in the universe before the ... well, end.
Maybe it's time he stopped running. But, he doesn't want to stop. There's so many people he has to meet and to help still. Maybe the universe would be better without the Doctor. River said that the whole of everything would turn against him if he kept carrying on like he does. Maybe it is time for him to stop.
He reaches up and tilts his cowboy hat down, unaware of his company. Maybe the dreamer is new to his dreams, or a frequent visitor. Either way? The Doctor has lost a bit of jump to his step. ] | |
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| [ This dream opens up to what appears to be a lecture hall. It was one of the many classrooms once used in the Academy back on Gallifrey. Her Gallifrey. In the back half of the room were rows of seats that elevated higher and higher like bleachers, which in total could have seated at the very least sixty or so students. There were a few data pads let behind at various seats but there was one lone person occupying a spot.
In the middle of the very first row sat Romana. With her elbows on the desk and her fingers laced together, her chin rested in the cradle of her hands as she stared at the desk at the front of the room. The digital screen behind it that was typically used for presentations was blank. She was alone in the hall save for the newest arrival in her dream as well as a mechanical dog that sat motionless at her feet.
On the desk space before her was one of those data pads but, much like her expression, that too was blank. ][ ooc: Since the next two seasons of Gallifrey have been confirmed, I've gone ahead and bumped Romana up to between episode two and three of season four. She's just lost a old friend and is currently blaming herself relentlessly over it. Distractions are always welcomed.
Also-- hello again! I have not forgotten about this game honest. I am just made of fail. And lots of it. ] | |
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| Talaria: the winged sandals of the god Hermes (Mercury). Or, in this case, the sleek, dark blue motorcycle currently traveling the Nakasendo Highway at the easy pace of 100 mph. A tribute to Ami's will, the road is smooth and empty enough to run at these speeds. A tribute to the Suzuki Hayabusa, she hasn't even put it through its paces yet. It's a trip stuck in the past, through the collective memory of Japan for hundreds of years, kissed by a springtime sun. Puddles dot the ground to suggest a recent, fertile rain. The roadway itself seems modern, but the post towns all along it are carefully preserved and restored to the Edo period. She whips past them all. As her hair flares with the wind, Ami keeps her eyes pointed forward and her speed high. The point isn't where she's going; it's getting away from where she's been. | |
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| [ Cid would probably curse a blue streak if he saw what Aerith's subconscious is calling an "airship". Oh, she admires the sleek steel of the Highwind too, but she wanted... a nicer one. Something a little more personal, a little more cute.
It turns out whimsical, a wooden boat held aloft by dozens and dozens--no, hundreds--of rainbow-colored balloons massed together, propellers steadily chugging it along over the sea. There's a wheel to control the direction, and yet:
There's no pilot.
There is a young woman in pink sitting on the railing of the ship, her legs swung out to the outside, feet dangling over a blue sash that decorates the boat. She doesn't seem to mind the height. Her balance isn't too bad. She has her face pointed in the direction of the vessel's course, her eyes focused as she considers the distance. ]
Is that where you're taking me? This one time?...
[ Her birthday. Even though she's no longer alive to celebrate it--but she can have a nice dream for it, right? ]
((ooc: Oh. Why I shouldn't make posts late at night: I forget to explain!
Your character can be the one taking Aerith somewhere. But they could also just be a passenger, in which case she's talking to the wind. ...She does that.)) | |
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