towerofanimus | DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

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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There is nothing to be done about it now. Better to protect what is left than dwell upon what has been lost.

[Perhaps that's why he spends so much time here in this empty temple - to ensure Link's sleep is peaceful, at the very least.]

... Yes. You're right.

[Dwelling on things you are unable to change never does any good. Jeanne takes a deep breath, the turns her gaze back to the strange architecture of the building.] If you don't mind me asking... what exactly is this place? Some sort of church?

[If this was reality, perhaps Sheik would question the presence of a young woman in Hyrule who does not know of the Temple of Time, or Ganondorf's takeover, for that matter. But this is a dream, and somewhere in Zelda's mind she recognizes that this girl can be trusted, and so Sheik hardly thinks anything of it.]

Once, it protected the entrance to the Sacred Realm. Now, it protects something different entirely.

[Finally, Sheik stands, as if simply talking about this holy place requires at least that much respect.]

This is the Temple of Time.

So it is definitely a holy place of some sort...

[She murmurs this, almost to herself. She didn't pretend to know anything about religions outside of her own faith, but still... strange, how it so greatly resembled the grand churches and cathedrals she had seen in her first life.]

It's beautiful.

The holiest in Hyrule, some might say. Evil is not welcome here.

[After all, on the other side of a blade's edge lies the realm of the gods. Sheik watches her reactions almost curiously, idly wondering what she's thinking.]

Apt to its name, it has withstood the test of time well.

Hyrule? [Well, that certainly catches her attention.] This is... Princess Zelda's country?

[For a moment, the stoic man freezes. Zelda's subconscious is enough to tell him this girl is friendly, but... not much else. Especially not what she should or should not know.

Quickly recovering, Sheik looks down and away.]

It... has not been referred to as such for some time.

What do you mean?

...

Ganondorf Dragmire, King of the Gerudo, assassinated the King and usurped the throne after the Princess was forced to flee several years ago.

[Funny, how easy it is to dissociate from such a personal story. Perhaps the mask he wears is more encompassing than he thought.]

The state of this country is a result of his actions.

[This is... wow. Jeanne never would have guessed the other girl had gone through such a horrible ordeal. And it... really touched her deeply. A land dominated by the enemy, its rightful heir forced to flee for safety... Hm.]

And nobody attempted to fight back? Nobody sought her out to provide their aid, to help gather a force to take back the throne?

[Almost unconsciously, Sheik's hand balls into a fist. But he presses onward. He must not let his emotions show.]

The Princess was but a child at the time, and the Evil King possesses a power no normal man or army can match. The man can raise monstrous creatures to go his bidding, and lays waste to the land with curses that can immobilize an entire race.

... Large scale resistance at this time would only serve to cause more casualties.

A child... [Jeanne's heart aches a bit. She had only known the other girl for a few short weeks, but that was really all she needed. It was quite easy to sense Zelda's kindness; to know that she had been subjected to such horrors in her past is a harsh thing to imagine.]

If no action could be taken against that man... was the Princess at least kept safe?

[She was an adult when Jeanne met her, so of course nothing unfortunate could have happened to her. But still...]

[This woman is friendly, caring, and Sheik is sorely tempted to confirm that yes, she was, there's not need to worry, she'll return soon, but... he can't. It's too risky - the ambiguity of the Princess' fate is another shield for him, and should the Evil King catch wind that she is indeed alive and well, he may just step up his pursuit.]

... She was last seen escaping the castle on the day of the King's assassination. Only the caretaker she was seen riding with knows her status now.

[There are no lies in his words, and yet... he cannot tell the complete truth.]

... I see.

[Certainly not the ideal news she wanted to hear, but it's certainly better than bad news.]

There is hope, then. It is a tiny spark, but it's still there.

[... Sheik shakes his head.]

There is hope, but it does not rest with the Princess. Now, Hyrule's hope rests with a young boy who will one day liberate us and become the Hero of Time.

[Most would question what one boy - one single person - could do to turn the tides of war. But that would just seem silly for Jeanne, whose own actions did the very same.]

Hope is not simply found in the ones that fight for it. Many people look to their leaders for hope as well; even if those leaders do not raise a sword themselves, if their subjects see them remaining strong through such conflict, then they can remain strong as well.

[Jeanne's words seem to strike a chord in the Sheikah's heart, and he turns away, as if falling back into the shadows for safety. He is not the loudest of people, but his voice grows quiet, even for him.]

... And if said subjects cannot see them or their supposed strength? If they hide away in the darkness waiting for someone who can accomplish what they cannot?

It is... difficult to say. I cannot speak for all the people of this kingdom, because it is a completely alien one to me. But... if this was my homeland, if I had been here for the destruction and the war...

... I would still refuse to give up hope. [And then... she smiles.] Unless the usurper can confirm the death of the one who has the true right to rule this land, then hope is not lost. She may be in hiding, but she is still out there, and that alone would be enough to give hope to many people.

[Sheik is... quiet for a moment, as if carefully considering her words. Eventually, though, something in his disposition seems to relax, and if one didn't know any better, they might say there's a slight smile behind his collar.]

... You are an optimistic one. It is... refreshing, to see such faith.

[He can't tell her what her words mean to him, can't tell her how they give him a bit more hope on their own, but he is grateful, all the same.]

Faith is an amazing thing, is it not? [She places a hand over her heart.] It can keep you strong even in the darkest of hours.

Like a light in a storm... the promise of peace after the dangers have been braved...

[Slowly, his eyes fall on the empty pedestal in the center of the room.]

... We can only hope one day our faith will be rewarded.

[Her eyes follow his gaze, and a look of curiosity crosses her face when she spots the pedestal, but she refrains from asking for the moment.]

It will be. Of that, I am sure.

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