DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

[capax_infiniti]

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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Dream 1 - Being a Fox Demon's Friend.....

[xroyal_bratx]

[ ooc: Reference will be this post. Otherwise it will be generally a summed up version. XD ]

The maze that was Facility 1, was surrounded with a foreboding aura. Ishtar just finished her last message to her friends, before she tore down the hallways to avoid getting in touch with every one of them.

Wait, she thought to herself stopping immediately....this was weird. She didn't think that anyone would find her so soon, and obviously it had to be the more dangerous of her friends. What pure luck she was having right now. Ishtar stared at his blood soaked hands, but didn't get a chance to respond before she was locked in the grasp of the deadly rose whip. There was a sinister look on his usually calm face that caused her to become a little weary. There was already blood forming around her wrists as she stopped dead in her tracks when a velvety voice of her friend finally spoke to her.

"Ishtar...are you alright?" he mused, though clearly aware of what he had done.

Ishtar retracted in pain, grasping her whip ass he was now trapped, "K..Kurama?!" she almost squeaked. There was no denying it. He was here and probably one of the more dangerous people in this place. He was her friend, but she was also aware that he wasn't human.

"...What...kind of question-- Let me go...Kurama...please don't do this."

After her soft plea, he lowered the weapon enough for he to gain her own ground. She didn't get to go far before the fox demon was trying to corner her. Ishtar took as many steps back into the wallas Kurama was stalking towards her, his green hues hidden by his vermillion bangs.

"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry," he struggled to say.

The apology was left to deaf ear as his hand grasped around her throat and proceeded to choke her, while the other held a pile of seeds.

"ugh...K-Kurama...st..op."

The words were again empty, as he already started planting those seeds onto the wounds around her arms that had previously made with the thorn whip, and it didn't help that he was also digging his nails into her skin, leaving enough room to plant even more seeds.

Eventually, she just curled down onto the floor, burning with the sensation of plants growing from inside her arms.

He planted himself into the wall across from her finally, gripping his own hands, and digging into his own skin. He was apologizing, but they weren't doing anything for the both of them. Ishtar was curled into a little ball, trying to breathe, again while the other's energy was growing the plants inside her skin.

"...Hah...make it...stop...please," she moaned in pain. It was like she was being burned inside out.

He seemed interested in her reaction, far more than he should ever be. She was struggling in pain while he was enjoying it, every last minute of it. She deserved it. She was such a loyal friend, a good friend. He couldn't help but feel that she deserved it for being his friend.

She was struggling to stay conscious, and the pain reminded her of the things she didn't want to remember. The last time this happened...it was someone else, but it wasn't plants, it was a spell....and that spell nearly tore her from the inside out. This was far worse. She could feel the tendrils of the vines, feeding on her blood and gaining nourishment from it.

Ishtar didn't get any time to find her own balance, or leave, before she was forced to stand up, and the vines were being pulled from her arms. There was so much pain that she ended up screaming, letting it out. It was hurting...everywhere was burning. He did it slowly, and painfully, enjoying every moment of it, until the last vine was removed from her body.

Horrified by what he had just done to her, the fox retreated immediately, letting her barely conscious body roll to the ground, with blood seeping from the opened wounds.