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

[beknightedheroine]

Sayaka comes to a stop a respectable distance away from Jun, as the darkness began to precede her rather than follow her approach. The sky stayed the same, though - touched with color, depths, its true nature covered in the softening of clouds. It was a startling comparison to the stark earth it lorded above.

All is still, the seconds counting themselves as Jun's assured trepidation builds.

This was a dream of fortune turned sour - and there'd be no other moment in her live that she'd been more sour than the one currently lording over Sayaka's mind. Playing back to her old motions, she shifts into a poor, unpracticed battle stance. A sword comes to her fingers in a wisp like soot.

[nemophila]

The wind began blowing as Sayaka took her stance; although it couldn't blow away the darkness or the color from the sky, but it almost seems to kick up ashes off of the black background.

"Who... Who are you?" He called, unable to recognize her as the girl he had seen last month. Surely she didn't want to fight, right? Jun was no expert in swordplay, but he could tell from here that she wasn't sufficiently experienced.

He didn't take a battle stance, nor draw any weapon; just tried to take a step back, a feeble attempt to get as far away as possible.

[beknightedheroine]

Ashes, or petals from the blackened garden - both? - whatever they are, they seem to pick up more as the tense atmosphere heightens. Sayaka seems to be psyching herself up more than anything - like Jun's something far more intimidating than he is, something she has to muster courage to face.

As he takes that unsettled step back, she takes an emboldened step forward. She can do this. She can face this, scared or no -

[nemophila]

He too more steps back; he had no reason to fight this girl, but it was clear that she wanted to attack him. What had done to her? Had he angered her? Was she here for vengeance--?

Perhaps that was it. But that didn't mean Jun wanted to fight her, likely he hadn't meant to do whatever angered her. So with her bold forwardness, he just shrinks back further, hurriedly holding his hand out, palm forward, when it becomes clear she won't stop on her own.

"Wait--!"