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!

Comments

The Wooden Keyblade - AU Ven

[quakega]

[The scenery is strangely out of focus, and becomes moreso the further away from the center of the memory--and it is a memory-- you get. The sound of wood meeting wood can be heard echoing through what looks like a courtyard of some kind. There's a pained cry, a 'thwump,', and the unmistakable sound of someone sliding backwards through dirt and gravel as a blond boy is knocked flat on his behind. The worn wooden sword in his hand is covered in nicks and dents, and the boy is sitting up, looking across the courtyard to his opponent--]

Giving up already? C'mon, Ven-- I thought you were stronger than that!

[--which happens to be a younger Terra. His hair is shorter, his clothing is a far cry from the black coat he habitually wears, and added along with the all-too-easy smile on his face and the teasing tone in his voice? It makes for an image that, altogether, is a complete 180 from the Terra that currently resides in the tower.

There is someone off to the sidelines, watching. But who?]