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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Those who had the bad luck to access this dream will find themselves standing in a graveyard, with corpses littering the grounds by the headstones, or even unearthed coffins half opened, and in the middle of all those deaths, a man stood alone, staring forward, eyes haunted by deaths and the choices he had made. Some of the times, the world around you will blink, showing the truth: an abandoned city, littered with even more of those corpses, and that the place the man is standing on appears to be a parade vehicle, and that what appeared to be thin air at first turned out to be the decaying corpse of a little girl. The man continued to stand there, unmoving and cradling her, even as the scenes continues to flicker on and off.

[Self-explanatory, you can interact with Lelouch here, but do note that the Lelouch here is way more likely to snap at you, as this is a representation of his subconscious, the true self hidden beneath all the masks he had formed throughout his story as well as his stay here.]

Rather than standing, Jun was sitting on the dirt ground on the dirt ground in the graveyard, not many feet away. But he wasn't paying attention at the moment; rather he was focused on the corpse before him, run through with a spear, a wound eternally bleeding no matter how much blood was lost. The Black Condor mask from his childhood was held lightly in his fingers, resting on his lap.

It wasn't until the blood began soaking into the fabric of his pants that he finally tore his gaze away from the body, looking at Lelouch and his own corpse.

It vaguely crossed his mind to try and offer some words of encouragement or comfort, but he knew that that was pointless. So he simply watched for awhile, a tired look in his half-lidded eyes.

It took him a while to respond, actually, it took him an even longer while before that to register the fact that someone's here, upon which he turned to stare, empty eyes boring into Jun's soul for all but a few minutes before words slowly began to form.

"You too, huh?"

It's not the emptiness that bothers him, but the boring eyes is enough to make him wince. Though the pain in his expression could easily be from any number of other things, given their present situation.

Eventually, he's able to venture a nod in response, standing up a bit too late, as the blood has already seeped into the bottom half of his pants.

"What... happened...?"

"Death, a failed plan. And a multiple words derived from them."

It was a simple answer, and yet, it explained it pretty well, judging from the mountains of dead bodies around them.

At this time, the male let go of his imaginary corpse, letting gravity takes its course as the flickering scene continued to cycle between the sight of a young girl's body and empty spaces within a cemetery.

"What of you? How did you get here?

Jun numbly glanced around the scenery and the bodies, almost as if he were looking for whatever was making the background cycle. Eventually though, he meets Lelouch's gaze, though to say that he was really looking at the guy would be a bit of a lie.

"I tried to guide the world an Ideal Age... I didn't find out what was happening until it was too late."

He idly tightened his grip on the edge of his mask.

"...Ah, then we are of a similar end."

It was funny, how he finally noticed how the male before him had almost walked the same path, until something stopped them from their journey. Perhaps this fact was what caused him to find the conclusion that there really is something more to Jun Kurosu aside from his tendency to give information.

"I once tried to unify the world, and I'm afraid that's what caused this."

"You too, huh?"

The echo had a bit more humor to it, rather than bite, but the tone didn't quite reach his face or his eyes, settling with just a tired smile.

"My attempts to help everyone turned out to just be doing more harm than good. I was just too much of a fool to realize it. Too focused on hatred. And the ones I cared most about ended up paying for it."

"Heh, funny how that worked. The world's hatred was directed to me in an attempt to foster a bond between all the countries, so that peace without weapon could be realized in the end.

And yet what use is that peace if all that's left of it is a broken wasteland?"

He gestured at the lands around him as the landscape finally shattered to that of the broken city, all while the question was uttered with a very hollow... joy.

He didn't jump at the shattering; in fact, he almost looked intrigued by their new surroundings. Was this what Earth was like after it was all destroyed...?

"The nature of humanity is to strive for what they can't reach on their own..." And while Lelouch's voice imitated a strange sort of joy, Jun's affected an almost condescending affection, like one would have for a pet. "It's both hopeful and disparaging. The only path towards their dreams also leads to their destruction."

"...I've seen it. Their futile chances at peace, their thoughts, everything that blights the Earth, as well as everything that illuminates the whole world."

There's another chuckle. One could say that it's just as hollow as his other gestures up until now, but it appeared that this one was that of an exhausted man finally reaching his end... Lelouch vi Britannia, Lelouch Lamperouge and Zero, all facades of him and yet not. All three of them are their own identities, and what's standing before him is just a remnant of all three of them, squeezed together into a form unlike that of a human being.

"After all, that's why I died. To ensure that they have a chance to grasp for what they wished the most."

It was almost as if Lelouch prompted something. A breeze swept across the graveyard, kicking up ash that wasn't there before. In the blink of an eye, Jun had disappeared, and behind Lelouch stood something akin to a mysterious clown dressed in white, a permanent grin plastered on his face, the same red bloodstains transferring over to his white pants, and a corrupted laugh echoing through the air.

"And what is it that they wished...?"

"Peace."

And just the same, the figure that looked like Lelouch was now garbed in black, a mask covering his face.

"They desired peace, and I granted them by providing them with one thing that was paramount."

Flashes of the Zero Requiem replaced the current deserted world they stood on, before it reverted.

"But of course, the world had to be destroyed, just as the plan neared completion."

The idea apparently struck a funny bone, because the echoing laugh persisted into an equally corrupted chuckle, though the tone was less mad and more outright devious.

"Peace is an over worn sentiment. Mankind is naturally beastly and cruel-- they cannot hope to achieve true peace in their present state. Especially in this wretched." His voice just dripped more and more poison as he continued, and made grandoise gestures with his hands as he spoke.

"An admirable cause, I am sure, but altogether a pitiful grab for a temporary state."

"A shame that all the plan did was to show me a ruined world. But that's to be expected."

He smiled at that grim note;even if it's not that visible due to the mask, but he continued on with his speech nonetheless.

"After all, I was cursed with solitude, the moment I took up this power."

"Frankly, you're the fool here for not expecting it!" Another laugh, though this one was much more harsh and derisive.

"But everyone wants power! Everyone form the highest official to the lowest ant wants more power than they'll ever be able to obtain!" His arm swung forward, as he quickly gestured at 'Zero' with an jabbing motion and a pointed finger. "Perhaps if you had the right power, you could have wrenched more than just a pitiful sentiment. But then I don't think you can get it..."

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

He smirked at that, after all, he was the man who did the impossible, a man of miracles, and a bunch of meaningless titles that he used to have before the end of his world. A challenge is nothing to him. Nothing.

"Yes..." And this time, a chuckle-- one that was frighteningly more lucid, and yet even more threatening than his other insane bellows.

"Yes, it is. But is it a challenge you have any hope of completing?"

"You underestimate me, o masked one."

With a swish of his cape, the masked man's laugh grew even louder as his hands moved forward, as if trying to grab the other man from the distance.

"Let it be known that there is nothing, I, Zero, cannot accomplish, for I am a man of miracles!"

"Excellent!!"

He didn't move an inch from where he was standing, but one arm opened wide and the other threw a small stem of flowers at "Zero's" feet. The hand that threw it, rather than retreating to his side, was extended as if for a handshake, or a greeting, despite the distance between them.

"Then take the power yourself, 'Miracle Man,' and strive for the ideal world you think so surely will come about~! And I'll watch every little step you take..."

And the hand was met by his. He might be touched in the subconscious by a little bit, but that doesn't mean he lacks manners.

"I'm sure I'll do that, o delightful entertainer."

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