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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[Slowly but not uncertainly, she nods.]

I suppose... not many people would.

It's... sad. But-- if your worlds are anything like mine... there's still hope.

[She falls silent a little longer, watching the end of that battle, frown yet in place. Her pause lasts, then, finally,]

... Hey, Riku?

[She's not looking at him.]

[Hope... Heh, maybe. If nothing else, Riku has no plan on giving up on Sora, provided he ever gets out of the tower and provided his world really is still out there.

But before he can dwell on those what-ifs for too long, Naminé's worsd bring him back to reality.]

Yeah?

[Maybe it's a good thing she spoke up, then - or perhaps a bad one. It all depends on which way his thoughts would have gone. There's the briefest of hesitations, then,]

Are you sure... there isn't a 'me' in your worlds? I mean-- I know... you might now know for sure, but--....

[Something definitely seems to be bothering her about that; she probably wouldn't have worded it that way otherwise, and the look on her face is clearly distracted. (Not by anything pleasant, that's for certain.)]

Well, there could be. But if there is, I haven't seen or met her.

[He closes his eyes. Really, he's not sure how this really relates. There's definitely something... off about this situation.]

Why do you ask, though?

[Something off indeed, and it's obvious in her face - which she keeps turned away - and her voice when she replies with a short,]

Oh.

[The answer to that question, though, seems to require some consideration. Remembering where they are and what that means, she stops short. Even he's not the Riku from her worlds, he's one of the few people she'd consider telling the truth, about what she is and what she can do, mostly because not only is she fairly certain she can trust him, but... he has an actual use for such knowledge. Should he be able to return home, knowing what she knows might help him in his understanding of his own situation.]

[But now is not the time, she realizes. Not when it's even more likely than usual that someone might be listening.]

It's... complicated. [Now that she thinks about it a little more, she's hesitant to say even what she otherwise might add. Instead,] I'll... explain later. Okay?

Hey, no rush.

[After the whole fight, she's probably more than a little uncomfortable. At least, she certainly doesn't look too pleased about the dream that just played out.

So, rather than push it, he'll wait. Sometimes it's better to let things come one thing at a time.]

We can talk about it later, when this whole thing clears up. Until then, don't worry about it. What happened here can't be changed, and... well, it could be a whole lot worse.

[Her nod is grateful, though of course waiting to speak about this would benefit them both, or so it could be assumed. She regards him quietly for a moment before smiling, and belated though it is, it's sincere. In case it wasn't clear,]

Thank you.

[Although the mention of what happened makes her sober, just a little.]

... Mm. It could be. [Her eyes shift briefly toward where the fight was, before, then hurry back to him.] ... Everyone made it, after all. [She pauses, then,] How are you feeling? [In general, in regard to that - it's a vague question, but all the answers are relevant.]

Tired, honestly.

[His shoulders sag, and he leans back against one of the walls.]

Reliving past memories is more taxing than I thought it'd be, especially when I can't do anything to change them.

[Then again, it's a step up from some of his past experiences in the tower, so maybe it's not all bad.]

[She pauses, then turns to face him more fully. The girl watches him intently; it may not be completely obvious, but she's definitely studying him.]

And to think, you're asleep.

[It's almost a joke, almost an attempt to lighten the mood, but it's so late and not quite obviously humorous enough to count for much.]

... But I understand what you mean. I know it must be... frustrating.

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

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