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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[ It's a moment before he can answer, a hand curling over his chest as the tightness there subsides. He's not disturbed (not really), but whatever happened has left him subdued and vaguely distant. ]

...there was a connection. I felt it...here. [ He looks down at the fist over his heart. ] It was like using darkness that first time.

[ That day the old man shared his heart -- he remembers it vividly even though it's been so long. ]

Something interfered. [ A beat, then: ] ...I lost it.

[He holds up the blade, glancing it over thoughtfully.]

Heart-forged living metal. It responds only to the heart of its master. That it sought within you and found something speaks volumes of your progress... and hopefully provides motivation to drive you on further.

[He slowly rises, stepping carefully over the lines, vacating the space he had previously been sitting.]

Take a seat.

[ He blinks, not quite in a daze but still vaguely off-kilter from the sensation that just rattled his heart. It's why he hesitates again, uncertain as to what's expected out of him now or what more he can do to hasten the inevitable conclusion.

Watching the old man rise, he hovers for a moment before to the appointed spot. Slowly, he lowers himself to the ground, and when he's settled, he looks back at the old man, askance and faintly uneasy.

He doesn't really know what to expect. ]

[With Xigbar settled, he re-inserts the keyblade into the complex knot of spell lines. His hands rest atop the base of the hilt, drumming his fingers lightly as he considers how to proceed.

Then he moves so that he's standing directly across from Xigbar with the blade between them.]

Reach up here. [He taps the base of the blade meaningfully.]

[ He stares, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he does as he's told. With a measure of care one might almost consider reverent, he curls his hand around the indicated space...and waits. ]

[As soon as Xigbar's fingers brush the surface he rests his own hand on top, fingers winding between the spaces of Xigbar's own, taking a firm hold of the keyblade. He presses the other man's fingers against it tightly, looking down at him thoughtfully for a moment.]

It's very well organized. Think of a person you'd like to look into, or think of a particular theme or setting, and it should show you the most relevant dreamers.

[Wordlessly, he casts a Sleepga spell.]

Have fun.

[ His eye widens when their fingers touch, a small gesture that shouldn't feel electric except for that fact that it's his Keyblade they're both holding. The beat of his heart sounds wildly in his ears, but it quiets as he feels that pull once again.

He doesn't have time to ask questions or to really wrap his head around the magnitude of what just happened. Instead, he finds himself blinking heavily as the old man's spell takes effect.

It only takes a few seconds. His body slumps quietly, thrown into a deep slumber with his hand still fastened to Xehanort's key.

Time to dream. ]

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

HORRIBLENESS IS THEIR MIDDLE NAME

NOTHING IS SACRED AND EVERYTHING IS AWFUL

ALL OF THE SOBBING

AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE FROM HERE

IF YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED HOPE ALREADY, YOU BETTER NOW

NOT EVEN KIDDING SOBBING FOREVER

/WEEPS PROFUSELY