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

[forceless]

[He'd gotten pretty good at divining lies after all this time but... the dream was apparently stubborn on running its course. For a bit he simply stared at her with an angry frown, but eventually, he swung his sword at another nearby enemy before turning around.]

You better make it back...!

[He had a feeling that it was a futile sentiment, but it couldn't hurt..]

[faithstaynight]

[Jeanne grits her teeth at that. The odds definitely aren't in her favor. It's likely that she won't be returning from this this battle...]

... I'll be fine.

[And that's the last thing she says before she spurs her horse forward again, standard still flying high. Ven might notice her grim expression, but she never once falters. Not even when the enemies swarm her to the point where her horse can no longer move forward. She'll continue to fight...]