DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

Characters: all the characters involved in the Dream Event
Setting: various dreams, various locations
Format: any
Summary: Xehanort draws a large amount of the tower into worlds constructed from their dreams in an attempt to learn about everyone en masse
Warnings: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

[Tendrils of magic wound their way around, lines of energy flickered into existence, forming a large shape on the ground around where Xehanort sat with his back straight and legs tucked neatly beneath him. Perfect. It was a bigger scale than the one he'd done but a month before, already he could feel the flickers of connection, the shape getting brighter and more defined.

More participants. More mental drag. There was little to worry about. With Xigbar on guard duty, his sleeping body would be quite safe. No, it was time to dream... and see just who would follow.

Darkness shrouded his hand, keyblade flaring into life, and he gripped the handle in both hands, aiming it at the ground, at the keyhole defined by criss-crossing darkness responding, resonating...

drowsiness laced through him, the blade in his hands sagging downward until the tip touched the ground, his posture slacking, head and shoulders slumping slightly

in slumber, the dreams of others awaited

the Master was asleep.]

OOC NOTE BECAUSE I CAN'T EDIT THE POST IT'S ON ANYMORE AND NOT REDOING ALL OF THAT: Dreamers should post to their REAL WORLD thread explaining where their character is, if they made it to a bed or if they're on the floor somewhere or wherever.

If you have questions for me, put them in your base character thread!

If I missed you somehow, let me know and I'll add you to the appropriate section!

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Uncontrollable Rage.

And Pain.

Fear.

Loss.

^{Leaving him forever.}Had to keep them with him. _{Alone Forever._{Happy without him.}}NEVER ^GOOD ENOUGH

Have to kill them.

All of them.

^Theybetrayed_youmeus^{theplanet^{theturks^{everythingyou^ever}cared}about.}

There is a pained roar from the winged monster that is Reno as he twists down endless hallways in pursuit of those running from him. Every negative emotion that he has is amplified and twisted to the monster's will, the endless hunger for utter destruction of everything in sight. Everything he is is broken in to pieces like shattered glass as his mind is dragged along on the ceaseless wave of overwhelming anger.

The smell of ash and stagnant mako is heavy in the air, and the halls change as he chases. There's a flash of red ahead, a suit.

Betrayal

[OOC: The person entering the dream can either be Reno or be chased by Chaos!Reno. Both are able to see someone who look exactly like Reno running from Chaos!Reno.]

Edited 2012-08-01 03:51 (UTC)

What is this

What was happening-

So much RAGE no no no this isn't him this can't be him but there was nothing but the rage and the page and fear but a part of him knew this wasn't real wasn't REAL

But it was a wild thrashing river he was on no oar no paddle no boat just being carried along

It's a dream something that was there inside him knew and was rational and yet also terrified stop stop stop stop

STOP

NO STOPPING.

Not a dream,_{never a dream.}

Not real either.^{Never real.}

Replaced always replaced._Expendable

The terror was taken and swept in to the current, feeding the monster that chased the red haired man down the halls. They would catch him and make him pay.

pay_fortakingit.

They'd be ^happier though. Together. Without ^him

Why

Why why why why

Who cares about them he was independent he could do things by himself

No stop

wake up

He tried to stop, he tried to turn away. The rage was too much no control nothing there to help him.

wake up

Edited 2012-08-02 02:17 (UTC)

Reno sits near the edge of the Sector Six plate, clutching wounds and trying not to either fall apart laughing or just launch himself off.

He's just killed thousands of people, and for what? No real reason other than the President thought it was a good idea.

Smoke clogged the sky from the fires burning in the wreckage below, carrying with it the dying screams of those not lucky enough to have been killed instantly when the sky fell on them.

The room glitters with crystal and millions of white lights strung in trees, the masked people are all exceptionally well dressed. Food and champange circulates and the whole atmosphere is relaxed and almost giddy with joy.

Reno can be found wearing the same mask that is in his trunk along with the red and black suit also found there. Whether he's dancing with a woman who happens to have cat ears and a tail or loitering with her on one of the couches tucked in to a romantic corner spilling the beans on his feelings for her it's an overall pretty happy dream.

At least for now.

[OOC: Fancy dress party! Those who enter should probably be dressed nicely... and prepared to be attacked by killer songbirds within a few comments.]

Reno sits alone now in a dimm stateroom of a ship, the round window making the setting rather obvious. There are bottles of alcohol lined up in front of him like a firing squad, and he's long since stopped using a glass to take those bullets.

There are a few long scores in the table where someone's fingernails gouged in to it, but they've rather obviously left by now.

Like everyone always seemed to do these days.

Whenever he really needed someone to just be there when he called out for them they left him.

He didn't matter, he was too changed, too different now.

He'd died and Tseng hadn't cared enough to understand how very shaken he was by it. Rude would have understood.

Reno knew he was breaking, was probably broken, he hadn't been a good enough Turk to survive a simple bar fight... it was no wonder Tseng hadn't wanted him to be Director.

Better for the team to just leave him behind, there wasn't a point in picking up the pieces anymore.

Edited 2012-08-01 04:38 (UTC)

This was quite an unpleasant sight - a visibly depressed Reno with an impressive line of bottles. Even in their worst of times, she couldn't remember being in a similar situation - and if she had been, clearly the amount of alcohol prevented her from remembering.

Her steps are soft against the stateroom floor, watching his movements under her attentive gaze as she moves closer, eyes showing her obvious concern. This wasn't the Reno she knew, or at least thought she knew. Which meant it was hard to tell how his reaction to her presence would be.

"Mind if I join you?"

Edited 2012-08-01 15:49 (UTC)

It took him a long moment recognize her.

Elena. Right.

The one Tseng had brought in to replace him. Probably here to see what she was the upgrade from. Or to rub it in his face that she hadn't had to fight tooth and nail to get in to the Turks. Having family alrrady in the company tended to be a leg up.

"...whatever."

Eyes blink once. Then once again. Not quite the reception she had been expected. Perhaps a 'hello' or 'hell yes', or even a 'only if you brought your own.' But that clear sound of indifference. She found herself stunned into momentary silence.

"Whatever?"

Frowning slightly, she moved into his field of vision and took a seat on the floor, legs curling in front of her.

"You don't look so good..."

Indifference was easier than trying to force something better right now, he takes a drink and there isn't a shudder or need for a chaser of something when he puts the bottle down.

"What do you care?" His tone is bitter, and the look he gives her holds the ghost of anger long since spent. "You got a job out of me bein' a fuckup."

Her frown holds steady as he drinks, which isn't all that surprising. She'd never been a big fan of his drinking habits, though she'd be quite the hypocrite to say anything about it these days. No, its that tone of his that both catches her off guard and keeps that frown in its place.

"....What the hell are you talking about?" There's a bit of indignation to her voice, surprised that this was even still an issue. Then again, this wasn't her Reno. "You know just as well as I do - or maybe you don't, in which I'll tell you - that I was originally brought on as temp until you got better. There wasn't plans for me to stay with the Turks once you had recovered. At least, that was my understanding of the situation."

It was one of those undeniable laws of the universe, really; Turks drank, the planet turned, everything was going to go wrong eventually. That Reno did it a tad more on the boat had been a direct result of him dying.

He rolled his eyes, casting her a tired look. "You don't temp as a Turk." A sigh, "It's not the way of things, 'm not gonna blame you. You're a Rookie, but you've gotta learn it fast."

There's a pause.

"Not that you need to listen to me. I ain't even in the pecking order anymore."

Oh, those are true facts, of course, and totally undeniable and irrefutable. And, though she wouldn't ever bring it up, she could easily understand the desire to drink after a near-death (or full death) experience.

"Temp. Tryout period. Same difference." Her shoulders shrugged, head tilting slightly to one side. "I was told that if I didn't cut it, I was going to get cut."

"Not so much a Rookie these days, but..." Lips pursed slightly. No. This wasn't Reno at all - not even when they were all younger, a little less jaded. "Now why wouldn't I listen to you? You were my mentor in the beginning. And I know that beneath that demeanor of yours, you actually know what you're doing and are good at it."

A heartbeat later.

"What about the pecking order?"

"Which means your brains get used to paint a wall. The only way out of the suit is to die in it." He explained.

There's a hollow laugh. "I'm not a Turk anymore. Tseng made that pretty fucking clear."

There's a visible grimace on her face at the mental image. No. That couldn't be the case. Not with the Turks. Sure, she knew about the original group - her sister being part of the tea - and their "disappearances". But that was then. She couldn't image having to put a bullet through any of the Aces' skulls.

"I'm sure that's changed, Reno. It isn't like that anymore."

Reaching over the line of bottles, long fingers curled around his wrist, her grip gentle, but firm. She only gave a little tug, a silent order for him to look at her.

"You'll always be a Turk, Reno. Just ask Valentine. And even if you aren't to Tseng - which I'll have to talk to him about - you will be with me."

"I died Elena. That... voids the contract. Technically I'm not a Turk." He said quietly. "Three times over now."

He can't look at her, because she looks like her sister which reminds him of Gaia. Which, in turn reminds him that it's no longer home.

"Vince... isn't working with the Turks and you know that, he also probably never will other than in an emergency. I don't... want you talking to him. He's already made his choice."

"You can think that all you want, but that won't change how I see you. Nor will it change my belief that when push came to shove, you'd be there to help if we needed it."

Her hand squeezes, displeased that he wouldn't look at her. Odin be damned, she didn't care if he knew who she was or not, what she - they - had gone through that he didn't know or remember or experience. Reno was a Turk, at times her partner when needed.

"And it doesn't matter. Okay? Not to me. And as for Vincent...." There's a hesitant pause. "Hell, I don't know. Once a Turk always a Turk, I guess. Whether you realize it or not."

"Reno, look at me." Her voice is softer, gentler, trying to bring some sort of comfort to a mind she couldn't yet grasp. "I have to talk to Tseng about...other things. But don't think that he can convince me to not speak to you or have any sort of interaction with you. You're family. Whether you're my Reno or not."

Welcome to the deck of the Elegante; blood, dead cardinals, smears of something else red cover the ground and a horde of crimson stars whirl above.

Reno isn't looking too hot in this dream either. He's pretty badly wounded and the gun pointed at what he sees as Rude is shaking as he stubbornly holds on to staying upright. He's laughing though, and it's a bit disjointed and very very unstable sounding.

Those around him hesitate as the order to shoot is given, and when Reno starts to just unload his gun in to his best friend there are screams telling him to stop. To stop shooting someone else that is important to them.

He doesn't care.

Rude's gone, this sin't him.

Welcome to The Golden Shore; a lovely tropical paradise complete woth coconuts, sandy beaches, lush vegetation, and a ruined city carpeted with corpses. This is not where those fighting the cardinals and shapeshifters won. They very obviously lost.

Reno is there, healed enough from the fight to survive but there's another him... dead. Along with Rude, Tseng and Cloud.

There are others, people he doesn't know or care about all around. He'd thought, foolishly, that because they were Turks they would survive. He had.

Saving the universe didn't seem to matter now that everything that had given him a reason to was dead and gone.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

DREAMS

One: (Chaos!Reno) Fire and ice and rage inside, how long till I fall?

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Two: (Plate Drop) Oops there goes gravity

Three: (Party/Cardinal Attack) I know you, I danced with you once upon a dream

Four: (Emodrunk) I've been to the bottom of every bottle

+1 Laney

poor dear.

This might not end well...

probably not. :/

oh dear

He's so screwed when he wakes up huh?

The chances are good. XD

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Five: (The End) I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

six: (The Golden Shore) I come my friend from hell tonight, across the rotting sea.