towerofanimus | 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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[The group of friends had slipped out of Junes completely unnoticed by those curled up in fetal positions on the ground. Oddly enough, they were the only ones standing... yet no one said a word as their pale, tired faces looked from one to the next as they all went their separate ways. The air, after all, is thick... and not just because of the weather phenomenon.

All is quiet as he walks the foggy streets, alone and exhausted. It's grown dark, and for those without his gift, nearly impossible to see with the mist almost clinging to one like a cloak. It makes unseasonably cold, even for Decembers in Japan. Yu nearly shudders once or twice as he does indeed make his way through... back to an empty house, to no one calling for him. It's gotten to the point where he even ignores the man standing in front of the residence, muttering-

'-I wonder what the voices will tell me to do next?'

Yet it still sends a chill down his spine as he closes the door behind him, leaning against the wall as he slips off his shoes. They'd gotten so close...

...

...It's almost midnight.]

[Empty house? Not so. Because Tohru Adachi somehow managed to find his way inside, and he's poking his way around the Dojima's den, wondering what the hell he was doing here again. And geez, look at all that fog...

What the---? The front door's sliding open!]

Who's...?

[Then the brat steps out of the fog. Great.]

Oh. It's you.

[...Nope. Still seems pretty empty to him.

Yu's blood runs cold when he hears that voice, almost freezing right along with it. He doesn't say a word just yet... almost like he's back to normal. Though really, the first thought that came to mind was a long the lines of "Who else would be here?"

After all... this was his nightmare.

Does the glare pierce the fog well enough? Because if not, the fleeting silence probably did. At least, until he took a few more steps forward.]

...Why are you here. [Oh, would you look at the date... it's the 24th.]

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