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 held back just slightly as Momo came in with his own powerful swipes (he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire of THAT, that was for sure), and once there was another opening, he came up and slashed upward with his own sword once more.

"I hope not! I'm the guy that's saving your butt after all!" Said with a perfect grin and hilariously cheery.

[alwaysataclimax]

Well, that kind of thing certainly reminded him of a few people he knew - and had taken help from in the past...

Between Momotaros' finisher and Ven's strikes, the Sword Imagin stumbles back while spewing out energy, then collapses in an explosion.

Momotaros reaches down, then unhooks his belt, breaking the transformation. "...yeah, well. Don't go announcin' it all over, y'hear? I got a reputation to keep."

[forceless]

Hell yes. Perhaps Ven was just getting in the spirit of the dream, but there was a small fist pump as he triumphantly grabbed the air with his free hand. He then let his sword-hand fall to his side as he turned to look at Momotaros.

(Minor mental note of holy crap what the hell is he, but it's not like he hasn't seen and talked to weirder....)

"No problem. I can keep a secret pretty well." He grinned, one hand in the air. He would've folded it behind his head habitually, but he was kind of, y'know holding a sword in one of them.

[alwaysataclimax]

First rule of Imagin Fight Club: Don't ask about what Imagin are.

"That's good - just make sure y'keep it that way, kid," Momo adds as he turns his back to Ven, but he looks back at the end, raising his head sharply to emphasize his point. His tone is fairly content - the 'kid' is less demeaning and more neutral than it was before.