thusia | Dreampost continues

[You find yourself on a modern road. Asphalt is beneath your feet and the sky above you in dark. However, not quite as dark as the middle of the night, the dark of the sun just struggling to break over the horizon, but before any of the yellows or reds appear in the sky. Along the road are trees. Thick and close together, making it hard to see far into them and even what you could was heavily shadowed.]

[It's quiet. Almost peaceful, almost, but there is something just off. Something uneasy and quiet.]

[And there is Clarice, walking along the road and looking at her cell phone. Yet, oddly, she's wearing a cloak and hood, the color of cyan, even if the hood is down.]

[ There's a forested area, fog-covered and thick with trees. On a bare outcropping overlooking much of the mountainside, a white-gold fox with multiple tails has its paws draped over the edge, staring out over the nature below (or it seems that way, despite her eyes being closed). Next to her perches a crow, much larger than a natural bird, fluffed for warmth and huddled near its partner's body. If the fox's unusually thick fur and the crow's poofy appearance didn't give any hints, perhaps the nippy breeze will-- it's cold. ]

[It's a wide, open area, full of rolling hills and open fields. It's not hard to see for while so long as you were near the top of one of those hills and the sound of some farm animals can be heard in the distance.]

[Nearby is a house, a large house with big, open windows and a balcony. As well as a tree with an old rope swing. Several cats and dogs can be seen, running around or resting around the place and voices can be heard distantly in the home.]

[Razzy is nearby, relaxing on the grass and watching the clouds, listening to the noises around her. It's a peaceful place, there was no doubt about that.]

[Oh, this is a familiar thing. Walking around in this sort of thing and it's cold, though it had almost always been her dreams that were cold.]

[It's almost natural to shift to her other morph. Not quite so cold then.]

Now let's see....

[if you're wandering in this dream, you're now standing in what looks like a Chinese classical garden. It's pretty vast— you can see a number of ponds as well as many different trees and flowers along with a number of rocks. There's a number of paths that make the garden looking like it's clearly divided in different halls, with paths and occasionally bridges to move from one area to another.

Though the garden itself is out in the open, it's surrounded by a rather tall wall and behind it there's a very big, chines-y looking building. If you have eye for such things, even from the outside it looks fairly luxurious.

Overall there is a peaceful atmosphere surrounding everything, with the occasional chirping of birds and other such noises. Above, the sky is clear and with not so much as a cloud on it.

((description of places are so not my forte so I apologize in advance for them. If something is unclear just let me know and I'll try to explain it better))]

[Someone isn't resting too well.

His dream is mostly directionless, alternating between being lost or searching for someone. It's a lot like a flying dream, where one has to struggle and will oneself to keep in the air, or in this case to move forward through the thick tangle of things (mostly nature). His wandering seems to be covering a lot of distance, though he never really makes it anywhere. Either way he is far from anything that might be civilization.]

[CLIMB TREE

TRY TO LEAP ONTO THE WALL

fuck tranquility]

[this dream is about coughing up blood, it's not actually very fun

Well, there's also a river made of golden light and strange creature floating through the air. A few are curled around Ahito cozily.]

[The scene is at some docks at night. Judging by the huge, wooden ships, it's certainly not the most modern world, but it was still a strong and sea worthy town. There was light blue flags that could be seen on the ships and buildings, some bearing an image of a dolphin.]

[Still, the activity is low, with the port seeming to be deserted of people. On the water, it's clear to see the lights of the town reflecting off the still water.]

[Maria is sitting at the edge of the dock, bare feet idly kicking waves into the water.]

[However, something does break the illusion of normalcy. Despite everything being so calm looking, there is a distant roar that is hard to decipher that seems to come from all around.]

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[Becca's used to having nightmares, so she hurries over to Clarice and tries to pull Clarice's cloak around herself and hug her.]

Shit shit shit Clarice this is bad...

[It's a pleasant sunny morning in a spacious grassy clearing. There are two trees situated in the middle of it, close enough for their branches to intermingle, with a variety of flowers scattered among the grass. A path leads through the clearing to a village maybe ten minutes' walk away, but it's partially obscured by morning fog. Under one of the trees is a basket with enough food and drink for two, seemingly forgotten.

Also under the tree is Vincent, though his appearance is quite different than in Thusia. He's lying on his back with one leg drawn up and his hands behind his head, staring up through the branches.]

[Jumps a bit and looks at Becca, frowning a bit.] What's bad? I'm just heading home.

And I spend every night running from a ghost that tries to drag me to Hell. ...I didn't want you to get involved in this...

[Becca gets pretty paranoid in dreams, but then, she's spent nine years having constant nightmares, so...]

Ghosts? Becca, what are you talking about? There's nothing strange here. The strange stuff is back in the park. [Pulling out her grasp and heading down the street, yawning.]

Come on, keep walking. I just want to go home.

[There was a crack of the branch, but Clarice doesn't pay it any mind.]

I know what my dreams are like. She's ALWAYS in them.

[still, following along]

You hit your head, Becca? We're both awake.

I would like to be dreaming though.

[A rustle of the trees.]

...How'd we get here, then?

[And Becca came here after a pit-stop in her own dreams, which she knows are dreams.]

We finally left the amusement park after a really long night.

See? The sun is starting to come up. [Gestures up to the lightening sky.]

[Another rustle and this time Clarice does actually look towards it. But all it is, are trees. She continues walking.]

...Uh-huh. Right.

...Becca, I really don't want to play these games. I've been out all night and I just want to go home and sleep. Preferably for the next week.

[And then there was something like a whisper, too faint to be understood. Or perhaps it was just the wind, but it did make Clarice jump a bit.]

I'm not playing anything. I'm coming with you, that's all.

[When a servant dreams, a master too...

Rain falls heavily over the rocky terrain, drenching to the skin in the space of a few heart beats. Though heavy, it is a quiet downpour broken only by the shouts of men and the baying of hounds on the hunt, growing closer by the moment. It is a sound that tightens the gut with fear and adrenaline.

From down a trail, an animal track really, two figures come into sight. A young man in armor, swords strapped to his shoulder and hip as well as the two lances he carries in his left hand. His right hand reaches back, gripping the arm of a much smaller figure running along behind him in the trail he breaks. The figure stumbles and falls, pulling the man up short, and he stops, lifting the young woman to her feet and helping to adjust the cloak over her shoulders. He hugs her close as she clings to him, shaking, and pets her hair soothingly.]

It's not far... just a little further, and we can stop.

[The woman nods, looking up into his face with an achingly intense expression of love. He smiles at her weakly for a moment before looking up over her head as the sounds of pursuit grow louder. Pushing her away and before him in the direction they had been running, he meets her eyes, his expression hard.]

Go. You know the place. You'll be safe for now, and I'll come for you soon.

[She starts to protest, but then turns fleeing further down the trail as he turns to meet his pursuers, his former comrades, pain and anguish flashing through his eyes.]

[On the unfun scale of "Okay" to "Murderschool/game/cave," where is coughing up blood?

Also, hi.]

Oh my. You are certainly busy like a bee indeed.

*crossing the grass to approach her*

Comfortable?

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